“Hey! Wait for me!”

You galloped after her, knowing that she’d cheated. What did you expect? That mare runs on sugar. You took on the stairs, descending in Pinkie-like leaps and bounds. You were nowhere near to matching Pinkie’s speed, but it was quick nevertheless. As you reached the main room of the bakery, Pinkie was out of sight, but your focus was on something else. Something was off.

“Where is everypony?”

No pony remained in the now-deserted room. You rapidly looked around, seeing nothing but empty tables and clean floors. It was distracting to think that only a while ago you could barely move without bumping into another pony. You couldn't comprehend when it had finished, if it had, as you remembered no noise being made. If fact, the party must have been really quiet, recalling no party-like noises happening at when confronting Pinkie.

You began to wander, scanning the room for any signs of life. When none came to appear, you sat where you stood; in the centre of the bakery. In the silence, you had plenty time to think. Maybe they’d all left without a goodbye? You weren’t the most social pony, but you would have liked to think you had some friends that would wait for you.

You roll from your haunches and land on your back with a thud. You sigh. Usually, you enjoyed a little alone time, especially with your busy schedule, but now… Now it felt lonely, and the room seemed so empty. It was so silent too.
You whimpered, in an attempt to make any noise you could to remove such silence. You didn’t like this at all. The lack of everything and every pony was disturbing. You rolled onto your side and gave a moan. You should have been overjoyed to have some peace and quiet after the chaos and confusion you had dealing with Pinkie, but it all seemed wrong to not have it. You blinked a couple of times just thinking about it.

You groan as you stomach rumbles. You were a little hungry after not eating anything at the party. You remember you were getting cake with Pinkie. That would be if she hadn’t eaten it all yet. You roll onto your hooves and stand. You hear the floorboards creak as you stand, every tiny shift in your weight setting off another squeak. Everything, it seems, wanted to get you out of here fast. You couldn’t disagree with their intentions.

You make your way towards the kitchen, walking around the counter. You notice nothing on the shelves, either all sold or eaten at the party. It had amazed you how many ponies had come, all things considered. You’d seen everypony you worked with and more. It reminds you that you should get out more.

You come face to face with the kitchen door. You push to open it and it doesn’t budge. You try pushing it a little harder. It stayed where it was, unmoving. You look at the door, hoping to stare it down. It didn’t put up much of a fight, but nor did it budge. You take a breath and lean against it, shoving your body into it with your rear legs. You groan as you push with all your might, all to no avail. You slide down it shortly afterwards, catching a breath.

"Dumb Door."

Was Sugarcube Corner locked for the night? And where was Pinkie? Wouldn’t she have told you the kitchen was shut? All these questions you asked yourself were answered when you looked up. It was a sign of relief, but also of your silliness. The sign read: ‘Pull’.

“Oh. My Bad...”

You blush as you realise you were pushing. You grin as you stand back up and take a grasp of the handle. Stepping back, you pull on the door, and lo and behold, it makes way for you to enter. You take a peek into the kitchen and see more nothingness. Except this time, the nothingness was the result of shadows hiding everything from sight.

You walk into the doorway and feel around for a light switch on the wall. You knock into hooks and other such protrusions, yet the switch remains elusive. You enter the kitchen further and look at the wall for yourself. You can’t make anything out in the pitch black kitchen. You take a few more steps into the darkness, and then… SLAM!

"AHHH!”

The door slams shut behind you, making you jump. You lose your breath and begin panting. You turn and pull at the door with all your might to open it. This time, it will not move. Why wasn’t it moving?! You remembered to pull this time!

“Dumb Door! Why won’t you open?!”

You hear a giggle resonate around the room behind you, echoing off all the porcelain in the kitchen. You freeze as you hear a gasp in the silence. Somepony was in here with you, and there was no escape. You begin hyperventilating with shock.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

You begin to feel faint as your oxygen supply diminishes from the hyperventilation: your vision goes blurrier and numbness spread through your legs. You begin to sweat; your eyes darting everywhere to see if you could spy the intruder. You hear a quiet shuffle as somepony gets nearer to you. It gets louder and louder as it gets closer and closer until you hear a faint click. You close your eyes in fear as a flash of light goes off in your face.

“Happy Birthday!”

Wha-Huh?

The sounds of Party Poppers and Kazoos go off with the blinding colour of the room. You crack open one eye to see Pinkie in your face, holding a banner. You find the courage to crack open the other eye to find everypony you knew, and many you didn’t, all facing you with big smiles and party hats strapped to their heads. You notice Pinkie's friends from the pictures, but you forget their names. Lastly, you notice Rarity, her eyes slightly red from crying, but just as happy as anypony else, standing close to a young colt.

Looks like somepony got the rebound.

You relax from your scared position, standing on one hoof, with your arms in the air to protect your face, bringing yourself to all four hooves. Looking directly at Pinkie, you smile. You walk to her and give her a hug. You don’t think to spare her for scaring you like that, squeezing her with all your might. You release her a few seconds later to look into her eyes, unphased by your tight embrace.

“Did we surprise you? Huh? Did we?” laughed Pinkie, grinning like the mad pony she was. You smile back and try to give her an honest answer.

“Not at all!”

How did I forget it was my Birthday?

Author's Notes:

Well, I wrote that like a bit of a horror fic. I actually didn't mean to write it like that.
Faint Click? Flash of Light? What was I thinking? Was Pinkamena luring you to her basement or something? Only to shoot you in the face? *le gasp*

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Nope. Just a party!

Also, here's a little unedited part I did near the end. It's only small but I thought it was funny...

You notice Pinkie's friends from the pictures, and try to remember their names, instead of the silly ones you remember them by. (Purple Smart? Yellow Timid? What were you thinking?)

(Bonus points for first pony to recognise the type of MLP fanfic that I got these names from)