>You are Anon, the human 
>And you LOVE Pinkie Pie's parties! 
>They are simply the best! 
>She always brings over the best friends, knows just what to serve, and plays the best games! 
>Sometimes, she seems to fidget or twitch a bit, but she comes right back to the party. 
>And you have so much fun! 
>She introduced you to this Prench lady who has the most adorable accent, and a figure to die for. 
>You two were an almost an item, but she hooked up with someone who had a bit more of a tough edge to him
>He was a nice guy at heart, though, and you were happy for them! 
>And your happiness made Pinkie Pie happy, so that was good. 
>You were getting to be the life of the parties she held 
>You always remained sober, though, in order to tell her all the embarrassing things 
>All in all, life was good. 
>But. . .nothing was perfect. 

>Sometimes, Pinkie's old friends came along
>They were SUCH a drag 
>Trying to break up your parites and getting her to spend time with them 
>Pinkie Pie didn't WANT to spend time with her old LAME friends any more
>She said that so many times! And all of her new friends, you included, told her that you didn't need those old friends any more 
>She was happy with her new friends and all the fun that you had! 
>So why should she bother with all those old ones, right? 
>You wished it was that simple. 
>Each time her old friends came over, she spaced out for longer and didn't quite join the dances or games as much 
>She almost seemed to be on the verge of tears at times, but she went back into the party without skipping a beat. 
>When you tried to talk about her old friends, she just scoffed and said she made new ones. 
>And, something about that didn't quite sit well with you 
>After she said that she made you. . .you started to notice odd things. 
>Her mane seemed. . flatter. 
>Your friends seemed to be jerky and moved like they were artificial 
>The music was the same, and the cakes were just left overs from previous parties
>Some of them were even stale! 
>Every night, when the parties stopped and you all went to bed, you stared at the ceiling, just. . .thinking. 
>And one night, it dawned on you. 


>You were cleaning up after one of Pinkie Pies parties and flagged her down for a chit chat. 
>"Heya Nonny! What's up with you?" She asked, her usual sing song voice making you smile, but it faded quickly. 
"Not much. . .but, I gotta ask. Why are you doing all this?"
>"Well, DUH. Because I want to show my friends a good time! And what better way to do that than with a party!
"No, no. . .I mean, why are you doing all this? You've made new friends, but. . .you shouldn't ignore your old ones."
>Her expression seemed to sour a bit. "Why would I want anything to do with them! They don't like me any more, and they would never come to my parties even if their life depended on it!" 
"So you think. . .but, if they didn't really care about you, why do they come by so often?"
>She seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't quite find the words. 
"They still care about you, Pinkie Pie. They always have."
>". . .but, who needs them when I have you all? You are all such good friends. . .!"
"But, you made us. We aren't really your friends, are we?"
>She seemed to tear up, knowing the weight of your words. 
>You knew them too.
"You have to go back to them. It's not healthy, staying here every day, all the time. . .you've even worried the Cakes. Staying here isn't good for you."
>"B-but. . .what'll happen when I go back?"
". . .I don't know. But I do know one thing."
>She looked at you inquisitively her beautiful blue eyes all misty
"You'll be happy." 
>She couldn't hold back  now, and embraced you, staining your clothes with her tears
>After she let it all out, you finished cleaning up the mess, and she agreed to go out tomorrow. 
>She slept peacefully that  night for the first time in months

>Your friends didn't take too kindly to your actions, to say the least 
>"Youse gunna kill us all, ya mook!" Said the rocky one.
>"How could you do zuch a thing!" Said the Prench lady 
>You tried to explain to them your way was better, that she would truly be happy when she left 
>But they would not hear it 
>They cursed, shouted, and beat you 
>You escaped their wrath after a while, and were left in your own space within her mind 
>You were scared, to be sure. 
>When she left. . .it would all be over, for all of you 
>But, she made you her friend so she could be happy, and being with her old friends would make her happy 
>The others were simply being greedy, you supposed, but you couldn't blame them 
>The fate that awaited you was uncertain, and we all feared the unknown. 
>Dawn came, and Pinkie Pie was rose around noon as usual
>During the daily 12 cups of espresso, the others tried desperately to talk her out of leaving 
>But she had made her mind up, and she had loaded up her Party Canon with her special Surprise Ammo 
>As she strode toward the door, you saw her mane and tail  poof back up, like you remembered. 
>As she opened the door, she looked back at you, smiling tearfully one last time
>You wanted to give her something good to remember, so gave her a thumbs up. 
"It'll be alright.  You don't need us any more, Pinkamena."
>Her smile broadened, and she left Sugarcube Corner for the first time in a long time.
>You were Anonymous, the human
>And then, you ceased to exist. 

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