I wake up to the curtains closed and a dark room. I'm getting a bit claustrophobic, so I go to leave the room. The door is locked.

"HELLO? CAN SOMEPONY LET ME OUT OF HERE?!"

I hear a quiet laugh, a maniacal sinister laugh.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!"

Another giggle.

I go and drop down on my bed. It smells of carnations; I throw some parties where we need to get over to the florist, Rose Luck. She decribes them as "a sweet and spicy combination". And, lo and behold, a vase of carnations in green and gold appears on the bed side table. I sigh. That Loki guy is just trying to get me to break, maybe even open my wound up again to be vunerable again. Or maybe I can throw a party in here to make me feel better! Can't do much, unless...

I start to think about balloons, rainbow, like Dashie's mane. Then, all of a sudden, POOF!, a sprig of balloons appeared in the corner of the room. My face lights up. I start to think of cake, a big tall one like the one at the Royal Wedding. A nice light green with pink butterflies and balloons like my boots. POOF! Pink and purple stripped walls. POOF! An orange stereo with all my favourite songs. POOF!

I add some snacks, a disco ball, some new rainbow lazer lights and a new party dress, and voila! Party! I turn the music on and turn the lazers on and we're ready to go! I start dancing, but I get lonely. I think of my friends, and how I wish they could be with me right now. No, I wouldn't pull them here, to this crazy house. Wait a second, if I can't bring them to the party, maybe I could bring the party to them!

I have an internal fight with myself.

If I do this, Loki might get angry.

But he might do bad things to me if I don't.

You'll put your friends in danger.

But I'll be there to protect them.

Finally, I decide to try.

You won't be able to try again if this doesn't work, Pinks.

DON'T CALL ME PINKS!

I think of outside, my friends and my house, and me in it.

Pop.

The lock undoes, and the door opens.

Behind it is a furious Loki.

I am tyed to the bed, kind of like an operating table where Frankinstein's monester should be, ya know? I'm scared poopless right know, since Loki is standing over me with a smile so evil, Discord and Chrysalis CONBINED would be beat.

"You thought that my magic would let you do anything you want, did you? Well, it looks like you got out of that room, all right." He laughs a startiling laugh. He is still intreuging, in a "Stockholm syndrome" kind of way (AN: Stockholm syndrome is when you fall in love with somebody who has either taken you hostage or stalks you). His hair looks newly trimmed, a sleek but not greasy style, midnight raven hair slicked back like a protective helmet. The skin so flawless and pale, like pottery, and it looks so fragile. He is lean under his armour, but strong and light. His sharp, canine-like teeth are shinning white, pearly. And his eyes, his eyes are a work of art. Pools of blue, sapphires, with streaks of sky sparkling through them. But if I look very carefully, I can see a startling green emerald underneath the surface. I shake myself out of it. By Celestia, he KIDNAPPED me! Why am I going all googly-eyed over him! He's just so beautiful, otherworldly. He IS a god, and one of magic and chaos. He could have put a spell on me.

Wait a second. Chaos.

Oh crap. Hehas a partner, doesn't he?

"My dear Pinkie, have you heard of a man named...

Discord?"