Creepypasta Collection Book 3

Truth Be Told

Once upon a time there was a wonderful land where animals talked and magic was real. In this land there was one special unicorn who lived in a tower in a shining city. She read lots of books, could do all sorts of magic and was very, very clever.

One day, the beautiful princess who ruled the wonderful land sent the special unicorn away. She told the special unicorn to go to a little town to make some friends so that she wouldn't be lonely.

The special unicorn didn't like the town or the ponies in it at first, but after a great evil kidnapped the princess, she and five other special ponies set off to right what evil had put wrong. Working together they defeated the evil, rescued the princess and saved the day.

Furthermore, the special unicorn realized that she had indeed made some friends and that they were the most wonderful friends anypony could ever ask for.

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Pinkie Pie didn't need an alarm clock. Her internal clock kept her up-to-date with when she had to be up and ready to face the day and have fun instead of lounging about like a sleepyhead. The life of a baker traditionally involved extremely early mornings. As an apprentice, Pinkie translated this to an even earlier start, as she preceded the Cakes downstairs each day to have coffee waiting for them on the counter when they blearily stumbled in. Neither Cake had the heart to tell her that her coffee was like bitumen dissolved in stagnant water, and so every day proceeded the same way. A bright and early worker was the one who baked her landlords' worm... or something like that.

Except, however, for this morning.

This morning there was no coffee on the counter when Mr. and Mrs. Cake stumbled in. There was no bright and cheery smile to greet them. Nopony wagged sugar-pink hooves in Pound and Pumpkin's face, or blew raspberries on their fat little bellies to make them giggle.

"Pinkie?" Cup Cake tapped lightly on the bedroom door with a hoof. After a few moments she eased it open and peered around the edge. Typical mess greeted her. Pinkie, like most creative minds, arranged her life into organized chaos that nopony but she could understand. "Pinkie Pie?"

The lump in the bed moved. Sunlight peeked through the curtains – which hadn't been thrown back to greet the dawn!

Cup bit her lower lip in concern. "Oh dear," she murmured as she picked her way through the debris. "Pinkie, sweetie? Are you feeling okay?"

The lump groaned.

"Oh dear. Sweetie, are you sick? Does your tummy feel icky?" Despite Pinkie's laudable ability to consume massive amount of sweets, even she had her limits. More than a few candy wrappers were scattered around, many of which had not been here the last time Cup Cake crossed the threshold.

"Urgh... no." The lump half-turned towards her, but then flopped back into place like a beached whale trying to struggle back to the ocean. "M'bah..."

"Excuse me? Pinkie, dear, you're going to have to uncover your face so I can hear you." Cup advanced on the window and pushed back the curtains to let in some light.

"My back hurts," Pinkie muttered as she extricated her head from her bedclothes. "And not like when my Pinkie Sense is telling me the river is going to burst its banks. It just... hurts." She sounded listless and totally unlike herself. Usually Pinkie was the last pony to be deflated by anything. She had faced down tyrants, evil bug queens, wild manticores, hydras and dragons, all with a smile more durable than concrete. The only thing Cup had ever seen affect her was when something threatened her friendships. Pinkie valued her friends more than her own life and took their tribulations to heart in a big way. It seemed preposterous that something like a sore back could rob her of the smile even Nightmare Moon couldn't snuff out.