It was 16:02. One minute after the end of Pinkie’s Katilsday workday. But she had had enough frustration today and didn’t feel like going up to her living quarters to try to do another segment of her Rarity Healer 3 speedrun. Even if you got every single little detail perfect, it was one of those luck-based part at the end segments, and it was the cause of the only time she was irritable for more than a couple hours, so she knew starting a bunch of attempts at that when she was already feeling pissed off to begin with was a bad idea.

“You can go now, you know,” Carrot Cake said. “You’ve just been standing there for a minute.”

“I know,” Pinkie said, meaning to come off as mysterious but just being confusing.

“Is something wrong?”

“Just... had a bad day.”

“What?! You’re Pinkie Pie! You don’t have ‘bad days’!”

“It’s this video game. It’s dramatically taking away all my patience.”

“Patience? Patience isn’t a problem for you. You like ponies.”

“I know... I guess it’s just made me easily annoyed. In a bad mood all the time. I know those aren’t the same thing, but I’m in a sufficiently bad mood that I don’t care.”

“I still think it’s OOC of you to ever experience a negative emotion, but okay. I’m leaving the scene, you have fun.”

“Thanks, I will.”

And so Pinkie Pie set off for a walk, because she seriously needed the exercise after a week of eating mostly pastries. Note that this applies to most of her days.

Pinkie came up to the intersection which had become so famous. But why had Near Sugarcube Corner become so well-known? Because it was on that reality show, you know, the one she’s on and you’re watching right now. She noticed something different about the CAEB bench: there was a fully-grown tree planted behind it. The tree... guard... (you know, the little fences they have around trees) around it sported DHL sponsorship, but the main thing she was concerned about was how a tree had grown so quickly. Then she thought that maybe it was transplanted. This made her think of the word “transplant” and how it’s like a pun because transplant, lol. Then she continued on her way to an original location.

More walking which was uneventful at best and boring at worst, but before she could get to the original location to which she had planned to go (although the road she was on was already an original location), she ran into Cheerilee. As in she was looking to her left and literally walked into her. Well, not literally, since that would be phasing through her.

“Hello, Pinkie Pie,” Cheerilee V-Power, as she had recently renamed herself for sponsorship purposes, said, trying to be friendly and succeeding.

“Sorry, Cheerilee. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just going to Generic Market to pick up some lemons—”

This sent Pinkie into giggling. After a second, she noticed that Cheerilee wasn’t amused and tried to stop. It took a couple of seconds.

“—As you can probably tell by the bags I’m carrying. Not so much about the lemons, but going to a store of some sort.”

“I’m going to Die.”

“What?”

“You know, Die. That little store near Dapác.”

“I’ve never been to Dapác.”

“Huh. Anyway, it’s like Generic Market except it’s a building instead of a fruit cart.”

“That doesn’t make them sound very similar.”

“Well, they sell the same kinda thing. Anyway, that’s where I’m going, and you obviously have somewhere to be too, so Scoo-da-loo.”

“Bye.”

And so Pinkie continued to Die. Along the way, the road became less urban and more forest pathy. It wasn’t exciting except for the time she came across something interesting. A few metres off the road was a large, about four-metre-diameter, hole in the ground with no visible end. It just got darker and darker until nothing was visible, as large holes do. There was a metre-high wooden fence around it, and a sign reading “West Dapác Bottomless Pit”. It really stood out against the regular dense forest and normal gravel path which took up the rest of her field of vision. She walked up to the fence and looked down into the abyss, an obvious metaphor for her feeling guilty for all the terrible things she had done in the past couple weeks.

“That’s kinda cool,” she said, again an obvious metaphor for how uncomfortable she was with enjoying all the evil she constantly did. And then she carried on with her walk, another metaphor for her never doing anything to change her ways despite her guilt.

Has this ever happened to you? Maybe if you’re a complete moron who can’t tear aluminium foil without cutting yourself, it has, but otherwise, this product is useless to you.

“I wonder how far I am away from the centre of Ponyville,” Pinkie said to herself. Just then, she summited a hill and saw a distance sign reading

“Ponyville      10

  West Dapác   5”.

“The sun is setting, so I should probably turn back now. Hopefully nothing scary happens.”

A kilometre down the road, a very bright light from diagonally above suddenly illuminated the ground around her, like you would see from a police helicopter. She turned around and looked up to see a black police helicopter.

“Cease your walking immediately,” someone in the helicopter said through a megaphone. “We have awesome machine guns and we’re not afraid to use them.”

Pinkie ceased her walking and the helicopter landed, taking up most of the width of the path. Two policeponies came out of it, one carrying two pairs of hoofcuffs in his mouth. Non-carrier pushed and subsequently held Pinkie to the ground.

“What did I do?” Pinkie said.

“Don’t play that game with me,” said hoofcuff carrier as he hoofcuffed Pinkie.

“Um, Polizetti?” non-carrier said. “I don’t think this is her.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah.” Non-carrier stopped pushing her into the ground. “Look at her eyes. This is Pinkie Pie.”

Polizetti, as his name apparently is, did. “Crap, you’re right.” He undid the hoofcuffs. “I’m so sorry, we thought you were a different pony.”

Even Pinkie Pie was not amused.

“We’ll just be going now,” Polizetti said.

And so they did, and nothing happened for the rest of that day.

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