>Two days. Two days and not a single pun.
>This is weird, even by Equestrian standards.
>Pacing back and forth, you constantly glance out the window, keeping an eye out for the pink heathen.
>Releasing an exasperated sigh, you slip your shoes on and venture towards the one place you know you can find Pinkie: Sugarcube Corner.
>After a short walk into town, you open the door to the bakery and take notice of the mare behind the counter.
>Pinkie's usual elated expression is non-existent.
>Slowly advancing towards her, you cock your head like a confused dog.
"Hey, Pinkie... You alright?"
>She looks up from the counter, her face unchanged.
>"Oh, hey Anon..."
>You place a hand on her shoulder and lean towards her.
"What's wrong? Is everything fine?"
>Pinkie sighs before looking up at you.
>Her expression alone would break a lesser man.
>...Until a meek smile crawls onto her face.
>"A few days ago, I accidentally swallowed some food coloring. The doctor says I'm okay, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside."