Pinkie was looking at her reflection in the mirror without even blinking for several minutes, even though she would usually hardly stay calm for so long, but she didn't notice anything unusual. She splashed her face with cool water and then took a towel to dry it. Why in Equestria did she have a dream like that? That wasn't even a dream. It was a nightmare. Quite literally. She sure scared two baby Cakes to death with her screams last night. Their parents had to do her best to make them fall asleep again, and the foals still woke up at least three times during the night, only to start crying. Pinkie shook her head. "It was just a dream. Just a bad dream, nothing more." Nightmare Moon had been defeated quite a long time ago. There was no way that she could come back. Besides, dreams usually didn't make sense. Pinkie had some really weird dreams in her life. But, why was she so worried about this one then? Did the sight of the sad farm filled with rocks disturb her so much? It really wasn't the time Pinkie liked remembering, but even when she did remember it, it didn't make her so upset. She rubbed her temples with her hooves, trying to calm down. Then, a brilliant idea came to her mind. She should organize a party! That would be an excelent way for her to relax and forget about the nightmare. By spending some quality time with her best friends.
Just the thought of inviting her friends over made her happy. That simple, little thought was enough to push all the bad things out of her mind, including the nightmare. She laughed with joy. Using small jumps as form of movement, she made her way toward her living room and picked her pet aligator Gummy up. "Guess what I am going to do today, Gummy," she said. The aligator just blinked. Maybe he wasn't interested. Or maybe he just didn't show his enthusiasm for this little guessing game the way Pinkie did. Well, almost nopony showed their enthusiasm the way Pinkie did. It was almost impossible to do that. The last explanation was that he didn't even understand her. Either way, he couldn't speak, so he couldn't even answer. Pinkie didn't seem to notice that at all. She was too distracted being happy. "I am going to throw a party! Aren't you excited Gummy?" The little reptile blinked again. "Yay! I knew that you would be. I'm excited just as you are. Oh, or even more! It's exciting to be excited, isn't it?" Pinkie asked with a wide smile and gently put him down. It didn't take her more than a second to appear downstairs. Mrs Cake was making cupcakes. She put a tray with them on display. Just as she was about to head to the kitchen again, she noticed the pink mare. "How are you today, Pinkie?" she asked with worry in her eyes. Pinkie waved it off. "Don't worry, Mrs Cake. I'm as good as I can be. Maybe even better than ever, since I am going to throw a party today, but come to think of it, I am always great when I know that I will see my friends," she said. Mrs Cake tried to smile, but Pinkie didn't even notice it wasn't a real smile. She was too busy thinking about the party.
She went to Twilight's place first and knocked on the door. While she was waiting for the purple mare to open, she was excitedly jumping up and down. "Come on, Twilight," she thought. The footsteps could be heard and then the door opened. "Hi Pinkie." As soon as her friend appeared outside, Pinkie blew the party horn she took with her and then jumped up and hugged Twilight, accidentally throwing her on the floor in the process. "Hey, Twilight! I am so excited. I've never been so excited. Except for the time..." Twilight put her purple hoof on Pinkie's mouth to silence her. "I get it, Pinkie," she said and got up. "What did you want to say, apart from you being excited?" she asked. Pinkie didn't even know that she was talking too much. She never really worried about something like that. "I am throwing a party! Come to my place this afternoon," she said happily. Twilight smiled. "Alright, Pinkie. I will be there," she answered. "Yay! I'm so happy. See you at my party, Twilight," she said and hugged her before she went to find her other friends to invite them to her party as well. Once she was done, she came back to the Sugarcube corner. She set some of the decorations and ballons, got the punch and the cakes and last, but not least, she got her party cannon ready. Now, all she needed was... guests!
All of them came right on time. Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Applejack and Rarity. Pinkie greeted them with a wide grin as she blew the cannon, making the streamers and some more balloons fly around the whole room. "Welcome everypony!" In no time, ponies were dancing, talking, chuckling. They were having fun. When it comes to planing parties, Pinkie was simply the best. Even though Cheese Sandwich wanted to be her competition, it wasn't the same. Pinkie was Pinkie and no one could ever change that. Right? Wrong. Oh, so wrong. When the party ended and Pinkie was left alone, strange thoughts started appearing. The light went out and darkness started dancing around the room. Pinkie could swear that she could feel something crawling up her back. Something cold and terrifying. It was clinging tightly, sending shivers down Pinkie's spine and most likely leaving a wet trail behind it. At least it felt that way. Pinkie wasn't the pony who would be easily disgusted, but what she was feeling now was gross. It caused her to wince. She immediately got in the middle of the room, or so she guessed, because she couldn't see in that darkness and started jumping and throwing her legs in the air like a rodeo pony, just to get that thing, whatever it was, off her. When her circulation increased and she felt that the thing isn't on her back anymore, she sighed happily and shrugged it off as she headed for her bed with a fresh smile on her face. But, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Laughter was echoing in the room, and it wasn't hers even though it sounded that way. The voice was sharper, deeper and it sounded quite malicious. But, it somehow sounded exactly the same as the one Pinkie had. Pinkie frowned. "Who are you? Show yourself!" she ordered.
It was dark, so she wouldn't be able to see the source of the voice even if the other pony decided to show themself. Tapping in the darkness, she tried to find her lamp. But, before she could even turn it on, it fell to the ground and smashed beyond repair. Pinkie's keen sense made her jump back, while trying to make sure that she doesn't accidentally step on the sharp pieces. "Pinkie..." the voice purred lowly. "What do you want!?" Pinkie asked angrily and looked around, trying to see something. There was no answer. Oh, right she had a lightswitch in the room. She had completely forgotten about it. She could turn the light on, and nothing will be as scary as it seems. She headed toward it, but something hit her in the shoulder, throwing her on the ground. Pinkie yelped as she hit the floor. Her sense didn't mange to warn her this time. "Ouch." She tried getting up, only to feel somepony's hoof strongly hit her in the chest, throwing her on the ground again. "What do you want from me!?" she yelled, getting desperate. She was being attacked, but she couldn't see the attacker at all. But, from the tone of the other voice... It was... hers. Pinkie tried retreating as quickly as possible until her rump hit the wall behind her. That way, she would at least be protected from one side. But she knew that it won't be enough. "Pinkie sense, please work," she thought.
And this time, it did. Luckily. Twitch-dodge, twitch-dodge-block. But then, the enemy stopped attacking. Pinkie tilted her head. What was happening? "Show yourself!" she yelled yet again. "I'm so sorry, Pinkie," the voice said. The light was turned on. Not her little lamp that just broke, the other one. And what Pinkie saw in front of her was another Pinkie. She was the same as her, with the same pink coat, the same blue eyes. But, her mane was different. It was straight and flat. And, she didn't have her cutie mark. She was crying bitter tears. Pinkie was wondering why did she look like her. It was disturbing. But first, she wanted to comfort her, because she was crying. She carefully walked over and sat in front of her. "What's wrong? Did whoever attacked me hurt you too?" The other mare shook her head. "Where is that pony anyway?" she asked, looking around, but it seemed like the horrible pony disappeared into the thin air. "No, there is nopony else here," other pink mare answered. "Then what is it?" Pinkie asked, visibly worried. "I'm the one who attacked you, Pinkie." "What!?" Pinkie exclaimed. She definately didn't see this coming. She retreated, as if that could stop the thought of this lovely pony being the pony who attacked her from reaching her head. She doubted that a mare of this size would have enough strength to hit her so hard. But, the other just shook her head. "It was me." "Why would you do something like that?" Pinkie asked, saddened and shocked at the same time. "I'm you Pinkie. The other you. The pony you would grow up to be if you hadn't seen that rainbow. Your only twin sister! I'm really sorry for attacking you like that. I'm just... so damn jealous!"
She wiped her tears off with her hoof. "You have friends. I don't have anyone! I never even had anyone I could turn to. I'm alone. All alone. The only one I had was you. But, you abandoned me! You left me alone! So damn alone in this damn world!" As she was yelling, she was starting to cry harder and harder. Pinkie was confused. She felt like she just recieved a slap. "What do you mean? I-I never left anyone alone. I always wanted to make everyone around me happy." The other stomped the ground so hard that she made Pinkie jump back in surprise. "Lies!" she yelled. "Ugly, terrible lies!" Then, she finally decided to explain. "My name is Pinkamena Dolores Pie. I'm your sister! Why don't you remember me!? You remember Maud, Marble and Limestone. And you don't remember the one who was always closest to you. Who shared the same womb at the same time." Pinkie's eyes widened and then started filling with tears. "You are real, Pinkamena?" she asked. Her name was Pinkamena as well, but she prefered being called Pinkie. But, she remembered that other liked the name they both shared. In the fit of rage, Pinkamena strongly hit Pinkie's head with her own. That was one of the moments where Pinkie was glad that she isn't an unicorn. "Ouch!" Pinkie rubbed her forehead. She was almost certain that her cranium broke. "But Pinkamena, I thought that you are just a figment of my imagination," she cried out. That statement provided her a strong kick in the chest. "How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?!" Pinkamena yelled. Pinkie started crying. "I thought that I just created you in my mind because I was sad and because I didn't want to be alone." "I am real. I have already showed you how real I am and I would have shown you again... If I hadn't love you so much," she said and continued crying miserably as well while she stomped the floor again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm so sorry," Pinkie was repeating the words that were filling her heart with guilt each and every time she repeated them. Pinkamena finally calmed down. "Don't cry," Pinkie's sister said quietly and wiped her tears off. "I have to go now. I will visit you again soon, okay?" "No!" Pinkie screamed. Her mane was now as flat as her sister's. "Don't leave. Please don't leave," she begged. "Hush, my dear. I will be back." Pinkie shook her head. "I don't want you to leave!" Pinkamena kissed her forehead. "I have to. I'm sorry. I just... had enough of you in one day," she said and headed downstairs, leaving Pinkie alone with Gummy who had been there the whole time, silently watching everything. Pinkie hugged him and kept weeping. It didn't take too long for Mrs Cake to run into the room to see what is happening.