It has been a very fast three weeks for Pinkie Pie, and now she finds herself on her cellular communications device, staring at the screen with a grand smile that hides her disappointment perfectly. On her screen is a website called Chatbook, and her five hour old status is as put: I am going away on an amazing trip with my favorite cousin to the city of Canterlot to train to become a super soldier. Wish me luck! <3 <3 <3

So far out of her one thousand six hundred and eighty two friends, she has only gotten one rating. And it is a smiley face from Applejack. Said person is also sitting next to her in the passenger cabin, wearing her plaid shirt, jeans, boots and Stetson with her long, blonde hair tied into a ponytail and her battered travel case sitting next to her. She is also sitting back with her hat over her eyes, her arms folded across her chest and her legs stretched out.

“You okay, Pinkie?” asks Applejack.

“I'm bubbly,” says Pinkie Pie.

“That's not what your tone is saying.”

Pinkie Pie sighs and puts her device in her travel case. Unlike Applejack's, which has bland colors and three red apples on it, Pinkie's is made of neon fabric and is covered in stickers of rainbows, unicorns, pegasi, balloons, and a teddy bear wielding a chainsaw. Though, if her case had aged better then it would still glow in the dark. But its old, just like Applejack's case and personality.

“I really don't want to go to Canterlot,” says Pinkie Pie.

“Why?” says Applejack, lifting her hat just enough to look at Pinkie Pie. “Its a city. It has plenty of places for parties, has bars, parks, theaters, a stadium, and plenty of people around so you can make more friends. I honestly thought you would love to go since it is right up your alley.”

“And I thought you hated cities.”

“Oh, I do. They're big, smelly, rude and cesspools of sin and vice, but the Royal Canterlot Academy of Supernatural Defense is the best school for the field. Besides, Ma and Pa went, and Big Mac went. Heck even Granny and Gramps went, and Bloom will go when she's old enough.”

“Keeping the tradition alive, huh?”

“Its what a good kid does. But you are plum gloom. What's the deal?”

Pinkie Pie shrugs. “Something about being blackmailed to go to a boring school just rubs me the wrong way.”

“Well, you did blow up a store.”

Pinkie Pie scoffs and pulls out her Walkman. “Yeah, but I got five criminals doing it, so I think the trade off was pretty good.”

Applejack smirks and pulls her hat over her eyes again. “Whatever you say, Pinks.”

Pinkie Pie rolls her eyes, turns on her music and stretches her legs out on the seat so she can comfortably watch the scenery pass by. And that scenery consists of clouds, clouds and more clouds. She can see the wing and the fumes of rectangular engine of their craft, also, but it is still a very boring view that she wishes will end. The only good part of the trip, so far, has been her music, which she is enjoying very much. However, she soon becomes restless and leaves the cabin with her hammer and travel case.

She walks from the slim hallway to the spacious commons area in about a minute. There she is bathed in the warmth of sunlight, which is let in through the many large windows, and she smiles at the sight of the crowd and starts forward with a light skip in her step. The very first person she meets is a young man finagling with a vending machine.

“Hey there, I'm Pinkie Pie,” she says with a big smile and extended.

The young man immediately retracts from her, repulsed. “Ewww.”

And then he runs off, leaving Pinkie Pie alone and still smiling but with a brain currently malfunctioning.

“Huh,” says Pinkie Pie. She looks at her hand and sees nothing out of the ordinary, so she shrugs and goes to the next person she sees. A tall, muscular, dark hair, red-eyeliner guy with a skin tight shirt, ripped jeans and a fannypack with flaming skulls stitched on it. “Hi. I'm Pinkie Pie.”

“Hi, Pinkie Pie. I'm Drake Firewall. I'm a badass,” says the man in a low, aggressive voice.

“Uh... yeah. So, nice day, huh?”

“A nice day to be a badass. Which is what I am.”

“Yeah...”

“I'm such a badass, right now.”

“I kinda got that the first time. Do you like parties?”

“Only if they're badass.”

Pinkie Pie clicks her tongue and points in a random direction. “I'm going to walk that way.”

“Good. Walking is good for you. And healthy.”

Pinkie Pie walks faster from Drake and when she is out of his ear shot, she sighs and leans against the wall, shaking her head.

“Its okay. Its only two weirdos. There's plenty of fish in the sea to be friends with,” says Pinkie Pie.

“And so Haywarts beat Pinto in a 800 to none football match, thus concluding possibly one of the most bizarre matches in football history. Now, back to you, fellas,” says a man next to her.

Pinkie Pie cocks a brow and steps away from the wall and sees a holographic footage being projected from a hanging orb. Right now, a man and woman anchor in business suits are sitting behind a desk with a picture of angry students in the corner picketing signs and raising fists. At the bottom are the letters ANP in bold, white, complete with the time and temperature below them and a stream of minor headlines.

“A protest held by San Frisco University students turned violent today when students and police clashed, resulting in injuries and arrests,” says the female anchor with a picture of angry college students in the corner of the screen. “Authorities are blaming the incident on the Equality First movement, which has gained popularity in recent years, particularly among teenagers and young adults.”

“This has been one of numerous violent disturbances by the activist group, and warrants have been issued for the arrest of the Equality First founder and leader, Starlight Glimmer,” says the male anchor.

A fuzzy picture appears next to him of a woman with an arrogant smile, blue eyes, and thick hair with different shades of purple and a single streak of light blue. She has big bangs, too, and with all the hair that is tied up and curling around her shoulder, Pinkie Pie is wondering how her neck has not snapped yet. Starlight Glimmer is also wearing a thick jacket with a white blouse and dark tie and has a two pronged staff in her hand.

“The royal government has offered a reward of one and a half million bits for information on her whereabouts,” says the male anchor.

The picture of Starlight Glimmer changes to a mugshot of Mismatch making goofy faces with his criminal ID board in hand.

“In other news, the unnamed criminal authorities are calling 'Discord' is still at large,” says the female anchor. “His records so far include assaults, auto thefts, robberies, frauds, murders, arson, bombings, harassment, prison breaks, public indecency, vandalism, hacking, and dine-and-dashing. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous, and should he be spotted the authorities are to be contacted immediately and is not to be engaged under any circumstances. A reward of one million bits has been offered for information as well.”

The footage snaps away after that, and in its place appears Luna with her hands behind her back and holding a stern expression.

“Good afternoon, students, my name is Luna Fuastsend, and I am the Vice Principle of the Royal Canterlot Academy of Supernatural Defense. You have been one of the few selected to join this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace and as future Hunters and Huntresses it is your duty to preserve it. Here, at the Academy, we will give you the tools and training needed to be the next generation of defenders and peacekeepers to protect our world.”

Luna then fades away and Pinkie Pie as well as numerous other students gasp and eagerly move closer to the windows. Outside, the clouds part like curtains to reveal a castle with a decorated courtyard spanning hundreds, if not more, feet towards a dozen landing pads, which more ships are using. Finely crafted walkways connect the large towers and provided shade for the courtyard, and dozens of brick buildings of all shapes and sizes surround the towers, with a clock tower in the center of it all. On one far side is an observatory, which also has a landing pad, and on the other is a domed stadium that has numerous flags fluttering in the breeze on its roof. Then, there is the forest. The forest is a good distance away, but Pinkie Pie can still see the thick, green canopy and the towers guarding its edges.

“What do you think, Pinkie?” says Applejack as she takes a spot next to her. “You think you'll be able to survive here?”

Pinkie Pie jumps a little from her cousin's sudden appearance, but she still smiles and nods. “Yeah, I guess I can give it a shot. I mean I'm sure I'll make plenty of friends here that'll make this whole blackmailing thing easier to deal with.”

“Hrrr-blargargh!”

The two turn to the source of the strange sound and see a young man with spiked blue hair and a guitar case slung over his back puking into a garbage can. The two cringe and step back and those around him groan and also move away while he continues puking. Then Pinkie Pie turns green and averts her eyes as a very uncomfortable, acidic surge bubbles up in her throat.

“Oh, great. He's making me sick,” says Pinkie Pie.

“Yeah, why don't you sit down and I'll give him a helping hand,” says Applejack. “Don't go vomiting on me, you hear?”

Pinkie Pie clamps her hand over her mouth and nods quickly, swallowing the bile. It only leaves her tongue feeling icky and her brain screaming at her for being gross. She can see Applejack helping the stranger to the bathroom through the reflection, and when those two are out of sight she looks at Academy, feeling more nauseous as the ship begins its descent.

'Well, its day one, Pinkie Pie. Are you going to puke or are you going to be a lady and not puke?'

“Excuse me, darling, I wondering if you could take a picture of me and the Academy?” says a posh lady behind her.

Pinkie Pie turns and rather than excusing herself as she intended, she instead sprays out a geyser-like stream of green, orange, and pink chunky slosh all over the said posh lady's white blouse and purple device. All eyes fall on the two, and the posh lady is completely still, save for a twitching eye, and all is quiet except for the drip of puke and the hum of engines.

And then there are screams.