Tommy brought his face up to my computer monitor. “What’cha written there buddy,” he asked as I tried to push him away.

“Tommy, where the Hell did you come from,” I asked finally succeeding in being able to push him away from the computer.

“I came from town you dimwit,” He said as he sat back on the edge of my bed about three feet away from me.

I rolled my eyes. “Alright, smart ass, how did you get here?”

Tommy scratched the back of his neck as he glanced at me with a unconvinced look. “What does it look like, I drove here.”

I gawked at him. “Tommy, you don’t even have your license yet.”

Now it was Tommy’s turn to gawk at me. “Now who in their right mind told you that?”

“I don’t know I just assumed.” I shrugged.

Tommy shook his head. “I actually got my license a week ago; I meant to tell you when you called me. But you never really gave me a chance sense you kept ranting on about your possessed computer.”

“Well it is,” I said as I popped the tap off my cola.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Yeah sure it is,” He said as he turned to face my bed. “As if text can magically appear on your screen; pssh, please… What are you looking at?”

On the computer screen in front of me was large amount of text that seemed to have seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Describing everything we have been saying, doing, and thinking. “Oh that’s fucking creepy.” Right below all of that were five bold capitalized words that I read out loud.

“CAN YOU PLEASE BE QUIET!?” Pinkie Pie shouted angrily up at the ceiling inside sugar free corner. Pinkie sighed and clasped her hooves over her ears as she rested her head on the counter as she waited for the cake to finish baking. Taking her hooves off her ears she glanced around the room with disgruntled look trying to figure out the voice she seemed to be hearing. It was boring and rude and wouldn’t leave her alone and was constantly pestering her to do things that she didn’t want to do.

With annoyed groan she again placed her head back onto the counter and covered her ears, after a few minutes of doing this. She began smell something unusual it was foul smell one the pony didn’t like and she instantly shot up from where she sat. Pinkie Pie could see black smoke coming out of her kitchen and she knew all too well that she didn’t hear the ding of the oven because of her ear cover–

“That’s only because you made me you big meanie! And I placed the cake in there five minutes ago, it can’t be burning.”

From within the kitchen Pinkie could hear the smoke alarm going berserk. “What’s a smoke alarm?” Pinkie asked as she glanced around the room aimlessly. After waiting a wasted moment for a reply she didn’t even receive; Pinkie decided that if the voice wanted her to go–

“I didn’t decide on an–”

Once Pinkie was done talking she decided that whatever was beeping in the kitchen she should go…

“Omigawd! When did we make the chocolate strawberry covered cupcakes! Oh I always wanted to taste one of these,” She said as she reached for one of the delicious cupcakes, only to be halted by a materializing note above them saying don’t touch they’re only for the customers. “Aww… That sign wasn’t there a second ago.”

Turning away from the counter Pinkie decided that she should now go and investigate the burning kitchen and–

Suddenly the door to Sugar Cube corner busted open and in come a crew of fire mares and stallions. Pinkie Pie was then grabbed by two mares who then began dragging her out of the burning building–

“What are you doing?” I stood in the open door of my room watching Tommy who was frantically typing at my computer. Who full attention was wrapped around the monitor as he typed every word with immense speed; taking a sip of my new can of cola I knocked on the side of the door.

“Huh, what!? Where!?” Tommy fell back against my chair as if something has just released him glancing around confused Tommy looked over at me. “What just happened,” he asked.

To my left I heard the clicking of keys as my keyboard continued to type out the rest of the story, “Holy… shit,” Tommy glared wide eyed at the screen as the words continued to form on the screen.

Let’s see how this chapter ends shall we…?

“I’m done...” Tommy said as he got up. “I’m going to go to the nearest bar think about my life and get shit faced,” Tommy said as he brushed past me.

“I’m joining you,” I said as I followed behind.

Author's Notes:

This is not Pinkie Pie's official chapter, but she will get one hopefully soon. I'm even hoping to get another chapter out before the end of this weekend. But by the way my schedule looks I highly doubt that, also if you don't follow my blogs school has officially started. So chapters will be even longer, but during my free time in between classes or lunch. I'll have more time to think up more and new ideas. But like always please feel free to shoot your ideas or who you want to see next at me.

Also if this story reaches a hundred likes, expect a one hundred like special coming your way.

This has been Dark Nebula and like always, have a nice day.