“Pinkie, what are you doing?” Twilight asked as she watched Pinkie Pie bounce around ponyville; taking note of the conspicuous absence of chatter that usually accompanied her pink friend everywhere.

She all but shrieked when Pinkie turned around, her face painted up with creepy whites on scary blacks, tears caught in ink streaming down her face and a set of evil eyebrows to top it all off.

The only thing that ruined it was the gigantic smile Pinkie was wearing underneath it all.

Twilight held up a hoof when Pinkie started pantomiming. “Nevermind, I don’t think I want to know.”