>''Hey Anon you seem a little grumpy today. Have

"Pinkie, this is no time for games..."
>"But Anon, I did this just for you!"
"Look Pinkie, I'm not in the mood for anything right now."
>You empty what is left of the Whiskey into your mouth and begin to hop up and leave the bar.
>Slamming a few bits on the bench you spin around, grab your coat and walk outside into the rain to head home.
>"B-but Anon I worked really hard to get it."
>Pinkie's tone saddens and it makes you stall, if for a second.
>"Don't follow me Pinkie, just go home."
>As the rain builds up and your coat begins to damped you reflect on your past memories of how you came to Equestria.

>She said she was going to get you a present for your birthday, and that is why you should stay home.
>So being the loving boyfriend you were, you did.
>It was snowy outside and the ice made the roads seem like hell.
>She said she would only be gone for an hour, but that quickly turned into 2, and 2 into 3.
>On the 4th hour you grew nervous, and decided to head down to the local shops to see what's wrong.
>Grabbing your keys and hopping into the car, you drove with care along the windy road.
>In the distance, colours of red and blue flashed under the cover of a bashful, frosty wind.
>The closer you got, the more the dread built up, it couldn't of happened.
>It did. Paramedics at the scene have been working for the past hour, but to no avail.
>Off the road and side-ways into a ditch. Nothing could prevent it.
>Your parents never spoke to you. Your friends long-gone. Nobody to talk with. Nothing.
>Pouring the last shot of whiskey you would take, you down it with a single motion.
>Eyes red with tears, you look over to the TV.
>The show of multi-coloured ponies plays proudly, engulfing the room with its sound.
>This was your favorite show to watch with her.
>And it would also be your last.

>The .357 was a quick trip, and an easy one too. You've been in Equestria for a few months now.
>But even here and there the memories still flood back.
>"Please Anon, do it for me?"

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"Humbug. I'm grumpy every day and no one brings me presents. Go away."

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>You stop in your tracks and hang your head low. Pinkie also seems to have halted.
"If I take the gift, will you leave me be?"
>"Umm, y-yes I will, Anon."
>Doing a 180 yields the sight of Pinkie, with those puppy eyes of guilt.
>Taking the 3 steps towards her places you within arm's distance of the present.
>Pinkie bows her head and allows you to pick up the neatly wrapped gift from her back.
>"I hope you like it..." she mumbles with a small smile forming.
>Inspecting the gift shows no obvious signs of importance or oddities.
>Taking one end of the bow, you yank the fabric off and toss it on the ground, Pinkie watching it fall slowly.
>The Paper starts to get torn off with your fingers, and to your surprise there is a small, cardboard box underneath.
>Taking the lid off you find a small note inside.
>Picking it up and tossing the box aside, you read it out in your mind.
She loved you more than ever, that much is clear. I can see it in your heart you will not accept anything to replace her. I understand that. But can you find it in your heart to accept my friendship this holiday season so that it does not pain me to see you suffer without anyone special to spend it with. One thing is to be alone, another is to be isolated. Will you be my friend?
-Pinkie
>Your eyes begin to water and your knees become weak.
>Your hands tremble and in doing so drop the note.
>You collapse on the cold, hard ground in a pile of tears emitting from your face.
>This was too much.
>Before long you find a warm, fuzzy heat overcome you as you settle down.
>"Come on Anon, let's get you fixed up."
>Without a word leaving your mouth, Pinkie digs herself under your arm as you struggle to support yourself.
>Pinkie does her best to guide you along the path in the snowy weather.
"Yes Pinkie, yes I do."
>She doesn't lift her head or stop to take it in. She just smiles and quietly says "Good to hear, friend. Now let's get you home."

Stay safe this Xmas, love your family.