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fandomtownies2011-11-28 03:16 pm
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomtownies2011-11-28 03:16 pm
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The Causeway, Monday afternoon
Pinkie couldn't call her friends back home -- ponies in Equestria didn't have phones -- and being an Earth pony, she didn't have magic or wings to use to try to get back and see what was what. All she had were her own four hooves.
Which is why, despite overwhelming evidence that it just wouldn't work, she was standing at the end of the Causeway, staring determinedly at the mainland.
"Don't worry, girls," she announced. "I'm coming for you!" And she set off across the causeway at a gallop.
And when that didn't work, she tried it again. And again. And again.
An hour later, her hooves were visibly throbbing and she was once again standing at the end of the Causeway, now panting for breath. She finally had to admit it: she was stuck here, with no way of finding out what was going on back home.
As the realization struck, Pinkie's big, curly hair deflated like a popped balloon, falling dead straight down over her withers. "Oh no," she said, flopping down with her hind legs spread, silhouetted suddenly in a perfect emo spotlight. "My friends have all been eaten up by the big nasty whatever-it-is and there's nothing I can do!"
Anyone passing by might hear a very soft, sad violin playing as they approached the emo little pony pouting by the Causeway.
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Which is why, despite overwhelming evidence that it just wouldn't work, she was standing at the end of the Causeway, staring determinedly at the mainland.
"Don't worry, girls," she announced. "I'm coming for you!" And she set off across the causeway at a gallop.
And when that didn't work, she tried it again. And again. And again.
An hour later, her hooves were visibly throbbing and she was once again standing at the end of the Causeway, now panting for breath. She finally had to admit it: she was stuck here, with no way of finding out what was going on back home.
As the realization struck, Pinkie's big, curly hair deflated like a popped balloon, falling dead straight down over her withers. "Oh no," she said, flopping down with her hind legs spread, silhouetted suddenly in a perfect emo spotlight. "My friends have all been eaten up by the big nasty whatever-it-is and there's nothing I can do!"
Anyone passing by might hear a very soft, sad violin playing as they approached the emo little pony pouting by the Causeway.
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