>The two of you finally find your way to the train station.
>"Why are we here? We need to get to the game! "
>You raise an eyebrow and glance at your watch.
>12:30.
>You look back at Dash; She legitimately looks panicked.
"Well, for starters, the game doesn't start until 5."
>"All the good seats will be taken by then! We gotta go!"
>She's flying back and forth now, the winged equivalent of pacing.
>You chuckle.
"I don't think you'll need a seat with the way you're moving."
>She jams her hooves underneath your arms.
"Whoa, calm down! The train will take us!"
>"No time!"
"There's no way you have the str--aaaAAAAHHH!!!"
>She successfully manages to lift you about 6 feet from the ground.
>You kick helplessly.
>"Stop or I'll drop you!"
>You go limp as she takes off.
>This mare must have super strength.
>That or you need to gain a few pounds.
>You ARE pretty scrawny.
>You're quickly jolted out of your thoughts as you narrowly miss being dismembered by a tree branch.
"Higher! Fly higher! "
>She grunts, and you hear her wings flap a little faster.
>You rise from the trees and get a beautiful view of the landscape.
>As she picks up speed you begin to wonder.
"Do you know where you're going?"
>"Yeah! Phillydelphia, right?"
>You catch sight of the train you were going to be on heading towards you.
"...You DO know Phillydelphia is the OTHER way, right? "
>She suddenly U-turns.
"YES."
 
Two hours later...
 
>"Way faster than the train, huh?"
>The cyan mare gently lowers you to the ground right outside the Stadium.
>You spit out a mouthful of duck feathers and glare at her.
>"What? I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know he wouldn't dodge?"
>Your arms have been in the same position for so long, they're numb.
>You bring your arms down by your sides; you just know they'll be sore tomorrow.
>As you're trying to unstiffen some ofb you muscles, you hear a sharp intake of air.
>"Come on, Anon! There are ponys already here!"
>You glance around and see maybe a dozen carriages in the parking lot.
>She pulls you to the front door anyway.
>The stallion at the door smirks at you.
>"Hard day?"
"You don't know the half of it, brother."
>"Give him the tickets!"
>Dash is hopping up and down, giddy with excitement.
>Anymore excited and she'd start wagging her tail.
>You dig around in your pockets one by one.
"Oh, no."
>Dashie freezes in place.
>"Oh no? What's wrong?"
"I, uh, can't find the tickets."
>"WHAT!?"
>Before you can say anything, she starts pulling any pocket or hole in your clothing she can get a hold of open.
>"What do you mean you can't find it? You had it before you left didn't you? Why--"
>She stops to see you slowly pulling the tickets out of your glove, with what she was sure was a shit-eating grin on your face.
>"...I hate you."
"Love you too, Dashie."
>"Dont call me that!"
>As you pass the tickets to the Stallion, he snickers.
>"Married?"
>Rainbow answers before you can.
>"No!"
>An awkward silence hangs in the air.
>The ticket stallion clears his throat and hands you two ticket stubs.
>"Enjoy the game."
>You give a wry smile.
"You too."
>You jam your hands into your pockets and power walk through the door.
>You can already feel another episode coming on.
>You hear the familiar whoosh of Pegasus wings as Dash catches up.
>"What's your problem?"
>'My heart hurts.'
"Nothing."
>"Then why are you pouting?"
>'You hurt my fucking feelings.'
"I'm not pouting."
>"Yeah, you are."
"I am NOT. POUTING!"
>....that was louder than intended.
>The few ponies that were here turned to catch the brewing drama.
>A wave of anger washes over Rainbow Dash' s features.
>"If your gonna be that way, you can sit by yourself!"
>You can feel tears welling up in your eyes.
>'stop it, Stop it, STOP IT!'
"I've gotta go to the bathroom."
>You turn heel and storm toward the restrooms.
>The tears are running down you face before you hit the door.
>You angrily yank off your tear-stained mask and look at yourself in the mirror.
>Your eyes are red, and starting to get puffy.
"Look at you!"
>Your voice bounces off the tiled walls.
"You're fucking worthless! Why would she ever want you?"
>Pinkie's words echo in you head.
>'nopony likes a liar'
"You're a piece of shit, you know that?"
>You lean in close to your reflection and whisper.
"It's pathetic, lying to her so she can FORCE herself to try to love you."
 
>You pause for a moment, and start sobbing.
>You hear the door open, but can't care enough to throw your mask back on, or even look up for that matter.
>"Get up."
.....
>"GET THE FUCK UP!"
>Your head shoots up, and you're suddenly face to face with Pinkie Pie.
>Only, her hair isn't its normal fluffy mess.
>It looks like she's taken a straightener to it, and she looks pissed.
>"If I have to repeat myself, there will be tarturus to pay."
>Her voice is gritty and angry, almost frightening compared to her usual shrill, bubbly voice.
>You scramble to your feet.
>"Now wipe your face and stop your sniveling."
>You shakily reach for a paper towel and clear your face.
>"Anon, ever since you got here, you've had these moments where you do nothing but feel sorry for yourself, cry, and push yourself to the point of suicide. I'm SICK of it! You hear me? Sick!"
"It's not like I'm doing this on pur--"
>"When something gets you down, you turn it into something good!"
"It doesn't work that way!"
>She pulls you down to her level.
>"Maybe in YOUR world it doesn't, but here, it DOESN'T! "
>She grabs the back of your head and damn near shoves you into the mirror.
>"Who is that?"
"Its...it's me."
>"And what are you?"
>'worthless.'
>"WRONG ANSWER!"
"I didn't say any--"
>"What are you!?"
>'a bane on society'
>"NO!"
>She pushes you closer to your reflection.
>"Look at yourself! You're a good person, Anon! You just make stupid choices sometimes! You ARE NOT worthless! You ARE NOT a bane on society! Ponys care about you! Dashie cares about you! I care about you! WHAT ARE YOU?"
>'a piece--'
>"WHAT. ARE. YOU?"
>'....I am ok. But--'
>"NO BUTS! FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT RIGHT! WHAT ARE YOU!?"
>'I am ok.'
 
>The grip on your head ceases.
>You look at Pinkie through the mirror.
>It's poofy again.
>"Thats all I wanted."
>Her voice has returned to normal, too.
>"Feel better?"
>You look at yourself.
>You're not impressed, but you're not filled with eminence self loathing either.
"Yeah..."
>She pats your shoulder.
>"Anytime you feel like that again, come talk to me! I won't push you around again unless you need it, Pinkie Promise!"
"...thanks, Pinkie."
>"No biggie, Nonny!"
>She grabs your tear stained mask.
>"Hopefully one day you'll feel confident enough to go without this."
>She blows into it, and your dried tears splatter against the wall.
>You'll never understand her.
>She hands you the mask and trots out of the bathroom.
>The door almost immediately opens again.
>You quickly pull the mask over your head.
>A green stallion walks in and cocks and eyebrow at you.
>You laugh nervously and scuttle out the door.
 
>There are more ponies here than there were before.
>How long were you in there?
>You check your watch.
> 3:05?
>It didn't seem that long...
> Still, it's nowhere near packed.
>You should probably go apologize to Rainbow Dash.
>Is she still here?
>"You wanna buy a hat?"
>What?
"What?"
>You turn and see a blue unicorn with a box full of hats.
>"You look like you've had a bad day, maybe a hat would cheer you up. "
>You take a gander at his hats.
>A red beanie with 'COLTS' in dark blue letters.
>You know a certain pegasus who'd look adorable in it.
>The vendor notices you eyeing it.
>"You want this one? Normally, they're 20 bits, but I'll give it to you for 10."
"I'll take it."