A/N
I had no idea how to proceed after Chapter 2.
So, I went the Deus Ex Machina route:
TIME LAPSE!
Please don't hate me.
Italics means flashback.
Blah blah blah disclaimer.
2 HOURS AFTER CHAPTER TWO
"Cake for lunch?" Vinyl asked curiously, as Pinkie placed two plates on the table, each supporting a massive chunk of chocolate cake. The headphone cozies were a perfect fit, and Vinyl's apprehension about Pinkie in general was pretty much nonexistant now. She was just a bit... bouncy is all.
"Yeah! I was up all night and then I overselpt and it was too late for breakfast and then I needed to ask Rarity a question and then I met a new friend on the way over and he gave me some advice and then went off to punch the princess or something and then I found Rarity and ten I forgot my question and then I ran into your guys at the spa! I made it myself!" She added, as though the second sentence had never happened, which it might as well not have, since Vinyl was too busy having a cakegasm to listen properly.
"So good." She moaned, unable to stuff her face fast enough. She was pretty surprised to see Pinkie at the (blegh) spa, let alone in the (blegh) sauna, where everybody is (meh) naked. Pinkie had immediately plopped right down on the seat beside her, and talked and talked and talked while Rarity and Octavia said something about boring stuff, probably. She talked about baking, and her friends, and partying, and then baking some more, and then partying, and then baking, and at some point there might've been an apology for taking her clothes off before the first date or something. Eventually, Vinyl realized Octavia had let her stay there past lunch time, which was unacceptable. The DJ required food if she was going to stay a happy camper, and Pinkie was kind enough to offer. "What did you put in here?"
"Oh, y'know. Chocolate and eggs and milk and flour and friendship and sprinkles and frosting! What I always put in my pastries! It tastes even better if you eat it like this!" She replied, slamming her face into her slice. Vinyl thought very, very hard for a few moments, and then shrugged.
"What the hell." She said, doing the same.
And Pinkie was right. It did taste better that way, somehow. Both women lifted their heads back up, and looked at eachother's cakeface. There was a moment of silence, and Pinkie used a finger to dab a bit more on Vinyl's nose. "Boop!"
Both burst out laughing, their food forgotten. Vinyl was quite glad she hadn't worn her goggles; she liked to keep them nice and clean, and her face and hair was filled with frosting, and what felt like sprinkles in her ears. "Oh man." She finally managed to say, holding her sides after at least five minutes of laughter. "Why don't we hang out more often?"
"Weeeeeeeell... I dunno! But we should! Maybe at your party!"
"I'm having a party?" Vinyl asked, and Pinkie giggled, grabbing a chunk of cake from her cheek and taking a bite.
"You are now, silly! There's gonna be music, and dancing, and cake, and everybody's gonna be there, and it's gonna be so much fun! Oh, there's my new friend!" She suddenly exclaimed, somehow knowing someone was about to enter the Sugarcube Corner. Sure enough, a tall, short-haired man wearing what looked like hobo clothes and shades pushed through the swinging doors, and approached Mr. Cake, who was manning the counter. "Hey, Red!" She called, waving at him He nodded back, and dropped a handful of bits on the display case seperating himself from Mr. Cake.
"Dozen chocolate donuts, please. With sprinkles." He added with a glance towards the chocolate ladies. Mr. Cake handed him his purchase, and he pulled up a third chair to their table with a lazy flick of his glowing hand. "Want some?"
"Yes." The both said simultaneously, and he smirked.
"Help youselves. So, who's your friend?" He asked, nodding to Vinyl, who was already on her second pastry. Pinkie swallowed hers whole, and chased it dow with a piece of cake from the top of her head.
"That's Scratchy!"
"Hey." She greeted, holding out her hand. He shook it, and grabbed a donut. "So, are you a friend of Pinkie's?"
"Oh, I think a better question would be, who's not a friend of Pinkie's?" He joked, taking a chunk out of the pastry. "We met at the spa earlier. It's a long story."
"No it's not!" Pinkie corrected, trying to lick some frosting right next to her mouth.
"Er... wait a minute, where's Sweetie?" Rarity questioned, suddenly feeling rather inadequate and welcome to a change of topic. "She was just here!"
"No she wasn't! She wandered off like three minutes ago! Said something about us being crazy?" Pinkie shrugged, and reattatched her covering as Rarity proceeded to freak right the hell out.
"We need to find her!. Who knows what sort of carnage she could unleash here?"
"Oh, it couldn't possibly be that bad, right?"
"It certainly can. Where could she be?"
"Is this yours?" Came a voice from the doorway, and both of them turned to see a tall, athletic man dressed all in black for some reason with a firm hand on Sweetie's shoulder. He looked quite amused about the whole thing, while Sweetie Belle wore a frown of terrible might, the kind that usually only graced her features after a long, hard day of not finding her special talent and earning that mark on her shoulder she and her friends so desperately wanted. "I found her rummaging around in my friend's things."
Rarity gasped the gaspiest gasp outside of an alternate reality where everybody speaks in gasps, narrowed her eyes, and aplced her hand on her hips in the universal stance of You are getting such a talking to. "I'm very sorry for my sister's intrusion. She likes to... wander."
"Don't they all." He replied, releasing the pastel-haired girl. "Don't worry too much about it, what my friend doesn't know won't hurt her. Say, we're... new here. Would you happen to know of a place we could stay?"
As Rarity was too busy giving her sister the closest approximation to The Stare anyone who wasn't Fluttershy could manage, Pinkie decided to answer this time. "Well, just about anybody would let you stay at their place! Oh, maybe you and your friend could stay at my place! It could be like a sleepover! We could stay up all night, and play board games, and tell scary stories, and paint our nails, and all sorts of fun stuff!"
He laughed, and adjusted the sunglasses he was wearing indoors for some reason "We might take you up on that offer, miss...?"
"I'm Pinkie! And that's my friend Rarity!" The pink lady enthusiastically exclaimed. "What's your name?"
"Huh. I guess it wasn't a long story." He said, shrugging. "Oh well."
"Hey! You should come to Scratchy's party!" Pinkie suggested. "There's gonna be music, and dancing, and cake, and everybody's gonna be there, and it's gonna be so much fun!"
"I might. So, what do you want for your birthday?" He asked Vinyl, who shrugged.
"Maybe some booze. That way I won't have to go out to get drunk."
He laughed, and stood up, grabbing the box that still contained about five donuts. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do. You two have fun now, you hear?"
And with a flash of red light, he was gone. Vinyl scoffed, and picked some cake out of her hair. "Showoff. So, what now?" She asked. Pinkie shrugged, still giggling.
"Well, I've gotta get your party ready!"
"Yeah, I guess you do. See you tonight?"
"Yep!"
"And then I came over here!" Pinkie said, doing her best to hold completely still as Rarity measured her. "What's this for again?"
"Princess Celestia tasked me with creating a dress for her to wear at her sister's birthday party. And you're the only person in town who has a similar bust." The fashionista clarified, writing down her results. "All done, dearie. You can put your shirt back on."
"What does similar bust mean?" Pinkie questioned, and Rarity raised a perfectly coiffed eyebrow.
"Really?" She asked, and Pinkie nodded vigorously. "It means your breasts are about the same size."
"Oh, okay. Is that good? I mean, sometimes it kinda looks like somebody stuffed some watermelons down my shirt. Or volleyballs. Or pumpkins. And most of the guys stare at them a lot, like something's wrong with them. Is there something wrong with them?" She asked, visibly concerned. Rarity sighed, and handed the pink lady her shirt.
"They're fine dearie. Not many people are born with such... assets. Like Rainbow Dash." She added, smirking. That was quite a sore subject for the rainbow speedster. "You're quite lucky to have them."
"Oh, good. I was worried there for a while! Hey, are you coming to Scratchy's party? There's gonna be music, and dancing, and cake, and everybody's gonna be there, and it's gonna be so much fun!"
"And then she told me I'm lucky to have watermelons in my shirt!" Pinkie said, bounicng gently in place as Twilight worked around her. Apparently it was cleaning day, and at leat three featherdusters were floating around, smacking everything in their path. "But don't worry, Twilight! I'm sure oranges are good too!"
"Gee, thanks." Twilight grumbled, re-arranging her entire Daring Doo collection. "So, what did you need?"
"Oh, I almost forgot!" The pink lady said, smacking a palm against her forehead. "Silly Pinkie! I wanted to know if you wanted ot go to scratchy's party! There's gonna be music, and dancing, and cake, and everybody's gonna be there, and it's gonna be so much fun!"
"There's gonna be music, and dancing, and cake, and everybody's gonna be there, and it's gonna be so much fun!" Pinkie shouted from the roof of the library. Far above, Rainbow Dash shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess." She yelled back, and Pinkie jumped for joy.
"Yay!"
"Oh, I'd love to, but Mr. and Mrs. Bear are expecting. I need to stay by their side in case they need any help." Fluttershy mumbled, her face a bright red. "But tell... um... Scratchy happy birthday for me, would you?"
"Okey dokey lokey!" The pink lady replied, bouncing out of Fluttershy's bathroom, leaving the quiet angel shaking her head in disbelief.
"How did she even get inn here? I locked the door!"
"There's gonna be music, and dancing, and cake, and everybody's gonna be there, and it's gonna be so much... wait, I don't know you." Pinkie finished lamely, looking over the odd man closely. His hair was even spikier than Rainbow Dash's, and he was wearing a rather fancy brown coat. "Oh, are you new?"
"Er... yes, acually. I just moved into that little blue house on top of the hill." He replied in a funny accent that reminded her of Pip, pointing over to the hill. Sure enough, there was a little blue house standing atop it, easily one of the smallest she'd ever seen.
"But it's so tiny." She said, and he smiled knowingly in response.
"Yes. But it's bigger on the inside."
A/N
Okay. I think that's the extent of the Indigo crossovers you're going to see. Except for maybe Discord eventually, but probably not.
Goddamn, Pinkie laughs in the face of reality itself. The next chapter's gonna be a doozy, maybe about twice as long as the rest of these. I hope you guys aren't averse to my favorite ships, because a few of those are gonna pop up.
In other news, seriously, go check out Indigo. It's gonna be EPIC once it starts making any sense.
-BEARSHARK
PS: I had an idea a while back to do a series of Pokemon oneshots featuring my team from Pearl. Would any of you guys and/or gals read that?