I am so sorry for not updating for so long! It's been over a week… I wish I could make up for it with a really long chapter, but, sadly, I don't have a long chapter to give you guys. . I'll try to update more often. Again, I am so sorry. Here you guys go! I hope you like it.

I wake up in a cold sweat. I throw my blanket off of my bed.

"What in Celestia's name was that?" I whisper to myself. "I need some sarsaparilla." I launch myself down the stairs and into the kitchen, on the search for my prey: a wild bottle of pop.

But really! What was that? It made no sense. Something was telling me lies, and it wouldn't stop. It's as if it knew my buttons. But then again, wasn't that one of "the voices?" They usually don't go after me like that, though, even when they are in a really bad mood... I'm so confuzzled about the whole thing... It was probably nothing.

I know! I'll make some cupcakes. That will fix everything. I scoop up ingredients from all over the kitchen to make all different favors. When the little cakes are almost finished baking, Mrs. Cake enters and makes a beeline toward the flour cabinet. She opens the cabinet and sticks her head in. She draws it back out.

"That's strange. Pinkie Pie, do you know where the last of the flour was? We only had a little bit left." My eyes drift over to the oven, and Mrs. Cake's follow them. "Oh. You used the last of the flour, didn't you?" There is more than just a little agitation in her voice.

"I'm sorry! I was just- I thought making cupcakes would put me in a better mood. I'll go get some more, if you want." I used the last of the flour. Oh my goodness. It got on the Cakes's nerves whenever I used the last of an ingredient without asking.

"No. I'll go get it." She speaks through gritted teeth, then forces a smile on her face. "Clean up this mess while I'm gone, ok?" Mrs. Cake turns to leave. I do as she asks with a strange feeling. It's as if the voice is thinking, "I told you so."

No. That's dumb. The day has only started, so I can't even say I've had a bad day today, much less that the voice was right! You've got to work harder to make Pinkie fret! The cupcakes finish baking, and I fling them out of the oven.

"Get ready for a frosting storm, little cakies!" I slab icing onto the dessert like a crazypony. When I complete my icing mission, I look at my masterpieces and smile. It's another amazing batch. A big grin spreads across my face. I'll have to share them with all my bestest friends! And when they accept one, I'll laugh in victory over the meanie-bo-beanie voice! Hmm. Who should I take a cupcake to first? I KNOW! Fluttershy likes cupcakes! Well, everypony likes cupcakes! And Fluttershy is included in everypony! I spring down the trail to Fluttershy's and burst though the worn down door.

"HIYA, FLUTTERS!" I screech in greeting. Fluttershy cringes. After a few seconds, she recovers and continues (or at least I think continues) brushing Angel's fur. She looks over at me.

"I wasn't expecting you, Pinkie Pie... But t-thanks for stopping by. I was about to get Angel some lunch, but it can wait." Fluttershy slowly gets off her haunches and puts away the brush. "So... What brings you here?"

"Cupcakes! I made some, and wanted to give one to you!" A smile bursts onto my face. "Here!" I hoof her a pink cake.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly-..." She mumbles.

"It's totally ok!" I force the cake upon her. "I hope you like it!"

"Um, t-thank you, Pinkie..." Her "thank you" is barely audible, but it's loud enough for me to know she's grateful. I bounce out the door and down the street, happy that everything went as expected with Fluttershy. She's so quiet, it's hard to spend a lot of time with her. That's one friend down, four to go.

I boing on over to Sweet Apple Acres.