My Little Pony Day is Magic

A/N bet you thought this story was dead huh? Well nope it's just taking longer thanks to school work now. Also the fact im juggling like 5 stories currently is not making this any easier. Anyway onwards to BAKED BEANS HUZAH!!! Also the point of this wall is to pretty much show how literally fast Pinkie can think. It will be stretched out into less longer walls of text next chapter I promise.

The last thing I could remember was thinking about what I would be doing today since it was SUPER DUPER special day for Mayor Mare. I could shoot her out of my Party Cannon and see if she can fly all the way to Canterlot, or I could throw her a really big surprise party. I could give her more of that hair jel for her pink hair. Why would anypony want to change the color of thier hair? I love my hair just the way it is mostly because it reminds me of bubble gum and cotton candy. I wonder how cotton candy is made, is it actual cotton or is the cotton rarity puts in her cloths? How do you make cloths exactly? Rarity said that she has to get a sewing machine and sew them together by threading needles through the clothing. I wonder what. Suddenly my thoughts are interupted very rudely when a bright light hypnotizes me. I feel as though I'm going to pass out, but I try my best to stay awake. The light is too much and I can feel myself slipping into the black dark void. The last thought that went through my head was ponys pass out.

The next thing I know i'm face first in sand and water is splashing around my hoofs. I get up from the sand and look around to see if I can any familar faces, or maybe even some new faces. Sure enough I saw some ponys out on the grass around some houses walking on their lawns. So I figured since I'm new here maybe they'll throw the welcome party for me, instead of me always throwing a party for every new pony in Ponyville. I bounce up and down on the grass as I make my way to the small little town. As i'm walking  I look for a sign or anything that might tell me what this town might be named. I look around and see a large sign with very strange writing. it looks like it say NHklOnv.

"Strange name for a town, but then again we have a town named Las Pegasus, and theres not a single Pegisi even living there."I say to myself as I tried to decipher the words on the sign.

The ponys out on the lawn must be very friendly because one of them is running straight for me. I run as well and get my hoofs ready to give this pony a nice big hug. When suddenly a loud sound rings out in my ears and the ponys head explodes and some of this red stuff gets on me. I feel as though time freezes in place for me as I think about what just happened.Did the pony just suddenly pop like a ballon? Are all ponys heads like that? Should I be more careful with hitting ponys heads so they don't pop? When it dawns on me. That ponys head did not pop it exploded, and from what Twilight said when a pony is hurt or dying it lets out this stuff called blood. Twilight said it was the substances that contains all my sugar and starchs to keep me alive. So if I eat this stuff will it taste like sugar? I stick my hoof that has this "blood" onto my hoof and into my mouth.

                                                                                              YUCK!

It tastes bitter and sour like lemons. Hmm speaking of lemons, I wonder if lemons can be made combustable? That would be pretty "cool" as RD says it, a fire lemon to burn houses down. Now why am I thinking of burning things? That's not me at all, I was never a pyro whats it. I need to focus on the current things that are happening right now. Like why this pony head is a ballon? Or was it that his head was full of "blood". I look around and see some other ponys heading for me, hopefully to say hi and tell me whats going on. I decide this time to stand my ground and then hug them when I start to look more carefully at them.

Some of these ponys white things called a uhhhh "skull" are showing and some are missing lips and even eyes. I'm starting to have second thoughts about hugging them. They  also seem to have some red stuff all over thier faces and manes. Maybe thats just the color of thier body I think trying my best to stay upbeat. Or maybe they painted themselves to look like ballons. If I could I would paint myself green so I can lay on the grass and sneak up on ponies and give them a surprise hug. That would sure scare them though, and I don't like making other ponies scared of me.

Now that I think about it it's a lot like what I said, it's fun to be scared so if they don't like they are probely lying. Now why would ponies lie, What secret could they have to hide? Now Pinkie remember what Cranky taught you privicy is very important for some ponies, and for other ponies it's not very important at all. What these ponies do behind closed walls is none of my business. Or is it doors instead of walls?

What ever it is it's not very important right now, what is important is finding out why this pony just exploded, and what those other ponies are doing. I look back to the other ponies and they are much much closer then last time, and now  I can see lots of this "blood" all over them. I feel as though these ponies are not out to greet me, they want to kill me! Now why would I have that thought, is my old depressive self coming back to haunt me? Why, I thought I was rid of her after that last time when I started talking to random inaminite objects.

As I looked more and more at these ponies I felt as thought my meana side was correct they are going to try to kill me. Before they got any closer I took off in a bouncing sprint towards the forest and did not look back.

                                                         After what felt like hours of being in a bouncy castle I fell to the ground and rubbed the two hooves i've been hopping on for hours. They felt very sore and tired, but I thought if I stopped hopping I can probely walk for quite a while until my hooves feel good enough to bounce again. After deciding that I try to think of what to do next when my tummy starts a rumbling. Well I guess that answers my question I need to find some food. I look examine the trees around me looking for any apple trees. to my everlasting dissapointment none of the trees were carrying apples. I looked around some more and saw a nearby farmhouse. thinking there might be some pony there who can help me out and explain where I am.

After a bit of walking I started hearing some sounds coming from the barn. I listened to them more closely and they sound like crying and whimpering. Well my speciality is making ponies smlie i'm sure I can make this pony wony turn that frownie upside downie again. I step in and I can immeaditly see more "blood" on the ground in a dragging pattern leading to a closed door where the cries were getting stronger. Before entering I am able to hear a few words through the wooden door.

"Shhh honey it's going to be ok we're going to find the babies and then we'll get out of this strange world."

That sounded like Mr. Cake, but afraid and sad almost as if he was trying to repress tears. What happened to make Mr. Cake like that?

"Carrot you know thats not going to happen if you stay here, you'll have to leave me and find the babies on your own, you'll have to or they won't haven't anyone to help them in this world, without us who will look after them?"

That sounded a lot like Mrs. Cake, but she sounded out of breath and tired.  I tried to lean in more closer and managed to lose my balence and come tumbling right into the room.  I could now see the full scene of what was going on. Mrs. Cake was covered in red stained blankets and had cloth tied around  her back hoof. It looked as though something or somepony had taken a bite out of Mrs. Cake, but why would they do that?

"Pinkie what are you dong here?" Mr. Cake asked me as he helped me to my feet. I looked over his shoulder and could see Mrs Cake was turning white and starting to breath heavily.

"Well I heard somepony was crying and I came in to cheer them up." I said as I moved around Mr. Cake, but he would not let me through.

"What gives I just want to make everypony smile you know that Mr. Cake?"

"Pinkie shes sick and hurt the best thing you can do to make her smile is wait right out side for us." Mr. Cake then opened the door and pointed a hoof outside. I walked out the room and the door was slammed shut and locked tightly. I put my ear up and tried to listen in on what was going down behind mr. door.

"Carrot you should go tell Pinkie whats going on before its too late."

"Cupcake you know I won't leave your side even for a minute."

"Well then what are you going to tell Pinkie once im gone hm?"

"She doesn't need to know anything, shes to young to understand this kind of thing."

"Too young, Carrot shes a full grown mare she just naive as ever and that may be that thing that is her protecter in this world."

"It could also be her downfall now im not leaving you and that's FINAL!"

"Carrot you know I'm not going to make it take Pinkie and get out here, find our kids and make sure their safe."

"I... won't leave...you."

"who's going to find our children then?"

"I....I...don't know."

"Then leave this place with Pinkie and go find them, do it for me Carrot please."

".......................fine I........ love...... you.... honey."

"As do I now stay safe and keep Pinkie safe as well and find our kids."

When Mr. Cake unlocked the door he looked drastically different having a hoodie over most of his body  and a strange holster around his waist. His cheeks were still showing the signs of tears as he shut the door and locked it.

"Let's go Pinkie we should leave before she...turns."

"What do you mean Mr. Cake?"

"Just call me Carrot Pinkie." Carrot said as he removed his ring from his hoof and threw it in a bag and kept walking.

A/N YEAH YEAH i know what your going to say WHY DID YOU TAKE SO LONG TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER. Well heres the truth I lost the insperation to write this and just went onto other ideas, but now that I have some of it back I'll be catching up on this as well as some of my other stories so stay tuned.