Dash awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked
nostrils.
Yet it’s arguably not even the most unpleasant thing in this room right now.
As her vision swam into focus, she saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing
a large adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated
Pinkie lashed out at her helpless victim.
You okay, Pinkie? This is the least cheerful we’ve seen from her so far… it’s kind of disturbing, really.
Maybe even more so than the gore.
“Didn’t anybody teach you any manners? It’s very rude to fall asleep
when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would you like it
if I came over to your house and went to sleep? ‘Oh I’m sorry Dash, you’re so
boring I think I’ll take a nap.’
…
I suppose you have a point???
You think I like always doing this by myself? I told you how excited I
got when I found you were next. I was excited to have a friend be here with me
while I worked. But NOOOOO! You’ve got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought
you were tough. I thought you could handle anything. I’ve had foals stand up
better than you! Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to
remember you, as a baby?”
I somehow doubt the baby treatment is much better than the adult/teenager/whatever-Dash-is treatment.
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