When they arrived at Fillydelphia, they saw what they'd heard just hours ago: It was about to be taken by the Lunar Republic. They landed in a tiny Solar Empire camp on the outskirts of town, coincidentally near Moon and Sun's home. The strangest bit about this unit is that it didn't seem to have a resident CO. Bubble pointed this out, as well as trying to cheer up Pinkie on several occasions. Pinkie, or should I be calling her Pinkamena now that her hair is straight, continued to be mad, sad and, as the ending of her name implies, mean.

"Wanna sit with me, Pinkie?" asked Bubble. "Call me Pinkamena…" said Pinkamena, simply turning away. "Okay," said Bubble, starting over, "Wanna sit with me, Pinkamena?" "No," she said, taking her tray with barely any food on it and walking over to a corner. "Then I'll sit with you!" Bubble exclaimed, trotting over and sitting beside Pinkamena. "Go away," Pinkamena mumbled. "What can I do to make you happy?" asked Bubble. "Leaving me alone would be a good start," said Pinkamena, glaring at Bubble. "How about I brush my hair straight like yours and be all depressed all the time?" Bubble asked. "Hmm…" contemplated Pinkamena, "Sure." Bubble pulled a hairbrush out of nowhere and started brushing her hair, styling it just like Pinkamena. "You're one serious fan of me, aren't you?" asked Pinkamena. "I'm not really a serious fan, I'm a…" started Bubble before realizing that if she was going to be like Pinkamena, she was going to be exactly like her. Then she started over, "Yes."

"So…" started Bubble. "It's another dumb day," said Pinkamena, refusing to make conversation as she sipped her OJ. "I've been thinking," said Bubble, "What if you had a friend who was really depressed, and you didn't want her to be depressed anymore? What would you do?" "I'd tell them," started Pinkamena, scratching her chin with her hoof while Bubble anticipated enthusiastically and her hair poofed up again, "To buck off."

Just then Bubble realized what had happened. Her hair deflated on its own and her colors became much darker. "FINE!" exclaimed Bubble, "IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE MEAN, BE MEAN! SEE IF I CARE!" Then she stormed out of the Mess Hall and slammed the door. She stormed across the comparatively tiny camp, not sure of where she was going. "Bubble? Are you okay?" she heard a familiar voice.

"No! Just leave me alone…" she screamed at whoever it was. "Okay…" said the voice, "I was just thinking you could help me out with something." "Okay," said Bubble, "But make it quick!" "I have this friend, she's really depressed, and I don't want her to be depressed anymore. What should I do?" asked the voice. Bubble turned around to see who it was. "Rainbow Dash?" asked Bubble, more confused than surprised. Rainbow nodded. "Hmm…" she contemplated aloud, getting back on topic. She remembered what Pinkamena had said to her own asking of the exact same question, and then she remembered what the old Pinkie Pie would have said.

Bubble's mind had a tug of war over what to say. Half of her wanted to tell her exactly what the old Pinkie Pie would have said, namely, "I'd throw her a party, of course!" However, the other half wanted to follow completely in her favorite pony's hoofsteps and say something like what Pinkamena had said. She ended up saying a rather convoluted version of the latter, "I'd tell her to buck off! Of course!" Then she shook her head and stormed off in a huff. "What an idiotic idea," thought Bubble, walking to the edge of the camp. Suddenly she heard something. It sounded like… magic…

Bubble looked all around, trying to find the source of the noise. She didn't dare speak, that might attract… unwanted attention. She brushed her mane behind her ear and darted her eyes left and right. Suddenly she heard a whooshing noise as a magical weapon, namely a spear, came rushing toward her. Normally, she would have jumped out of the way. But she had hardly any energy and it pierced her right through the stomach. Limping badly, she summoned the only power she had: the power to summon random objects out of thin air. She pulled an automatic rifle out from behind her back and shot a hailmerry of bullets in every which direction, soon she heard a thumping noise. Biting her lip in her agony, Bubble pulled the spear out of her side whereupon it disintegrated into some sparks of magical dust. Then she limped halfway to camp before collapsing.

Luckily for Bubble, Rainbow Dash was nearby when it happened and spotted her immediately after she fell. Rainbow picked her up and flew her over to camp. She flew inside the infinitesimal hospital there and screamed, "We've got a gigantic magic wound… can somepony help her?! NOW MAYBE?!" Bubble, who was squinting as if she was about to kill somepony and biting her lip so much it bruised and bled, was somehow still conscious. Probably due to her excessive lip biting. "You're going to be all right," said Rainbow comfortingly. Through gritted teeth, Bubble managed to utter, "Well then hurry it up, I'm dying here!" Rainbow couldn't help but smile a tiny bit at Bubble's wry humor. "NOW?!" she screamed. "I'm coming!" exclaimed the nurse, running over to Bubble. "We're going to put her under so she won't feel any pain as she's being bandaged," said the other nurse who held a mask in her magic, "She's felt enough already." Bubble nodded as the mask was put over her face. She shut her eyes and was asleep almost instantly.

Immediately the first nurse, a white mare with a blue mane with dark blue streaks in it and a cutie mark of a rolled bandage, took a rolled-up bandage in her icy blue magical aura and lifted Bubble off the bed slightly, bandaging her wound and placing a huge wad of cotton that was drenched in a hydrogen peroxide solution over her bleeding wound and then covering it in the bandages. She dabbed a couple drops of peroxide onto Bubble's bleeding lip which foamed a little before the nurse dabbed it right off again. "Now she just needs some rest to heal," said the nurse, walking out.