"...Pinkie Pie?"
I looked down at the scorch mark that used to be one of my best friends. I didn't even realize how long I was standing there until Spike checked on me. According to him, I had been standing there for 30 minutes, looking down upon the remains of Pinkie Pie
"Oh don't worry Twilight, I'm going to be alright!" were her final words. So full of joy and the hope of her invention actually working. She pulled down her blue helmet on top of her head and secured the invention onto her back like a saddle-bag. Her contraption was built up of wires and blinking lights that might have been completely unnecessary. The faint hum of electricity as it powered on soon became white noise as she pulled down her goggles. Her jumpsuit was a pale yellow and blue like her cutie mark, and no matter what I tried I still couldn't get the image out of my mind. Pinkie's final moments were spent happy, and I feel like I wasn't prepared for her death.
I couldn't do anything to stop her from pressing the button that ultimately took her life away. I could hear ponies walking into the library and asking me what happened, but it didn't matter. They seemed so far away compared to where Pinkie Pie is now. Somepony's hooves pulled me away from the scene, but I didn't resist. I was still in shock over the death of Pinkie Pie.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie, a.k.a. Pinkie Pie, deceased at 2:18 p.m. by explosion" somepony informed.
I never could bring myself to party, smile, or laugh again, even though that is probably what Pinkie would want. It felt so empty without her constant joy lifting me up whenever I went down. Everypony else seemed so far away now.
If only I stopped Pinkie Pie from pressing that button.
