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Betrayal Tastes of Almond
“Oh... oh Gummy, why?” Pinkie lay on the floor. Her breath came in short bursts, and she didn't move an inch. “How... how could you Gummy.” It was no use getting up, it hurt far too much. “I trusted you.”
Gummy sat on the kitchen counter and stared at her out of merciless eyes.
1 hour earlier.
“Pinkie, I'm so sorry we rely on you so much.” Mrs Cake said as Pinkie entered the kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner.
“Oh, that's no problem Mrs Cake, I love shop sitting.” Pinkie held Gummy out in front of her. “Gummy's gonna help, too, aren't you Gummy?” Gummy answered by biting Mrs Cake in the nose.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, Gummy just can't resist nice people.” Pinkie Pie pulled Gummy off Mrs Cake and put him on the counter, next to a gigantic bowl of light brown matter. “What's this Mrs Cake?”
“Mmh, I think you'll like this,” she said, smiling now but still rubbing her nose. “It's called marzipan. Have a taste.” Mrs Cake scraped some of the chewy matter off with a spoon and shoved it into Pinkie's mouth.
Pinkie's eyes went wide. The stuff was good.
“I'll be off now.” Mrs Cake was on the verge of leaving, then halted, grinning at Pinkie Pie. “Try not to eat all of it, okay?”
“Oki doki loki.”
The door slammed shut, and Pinkie looked at the bowl, then at Gummy. “One more spoon isn't gonna hurt, right Gummy?”
Gummy blinked, then opened his mouth.
“Oh, silly Gummi, this isn't something for little, toothless alligators.” Pinkie Pie giggled, then ate another spoon full. After another minute of waiting, still no customer's had appeared. “One more is still alright, right?”
Gummy blinked again.
“My tummy, Gummy.” Pinkie groaned, pushing the empty bowl still further away from her as though to get rid of the evidence. “Why didn't you stop me, Gummy?”
Gummy neither blinked nor showed any other signs of compassion for the troubled Pinkie.
The door of Sugar Cube Corner opened. Pinkie tried to get to her hooves, gave up halfway and dropped with a whomp. When she looked up again, Mrs Cake stood before her, a stern look on her face. “You ate it all, didn't you?”
Pinkie dropped her gaze. “I... I did.” She looked up at Mrs Cake again, now pleadingly. “Please forgive me. I regret... oh, I do.” After another's second thought, she added: “But I'd probably do it again.”
Gummy sat on the kitchen counter and stared at her out of merciless eyes.
1 hour earlier.
“Pinkie, I'm so sorry we rely on you so much.” Mrs Cake said as Pinkie entered the kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner.
“Oh, that's no problem Mrs Cake, I love shop sitting.” Pinkie held Gummy out in front of her. “Gummy's gonna help, too, aren't you Gummy?” Gummy answered by biting Mrs Cake in the nose.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, Gummy just can't resist nice people.” Pinkie Pie pulled Gummy off Mrs Cake and put him on the counter, next to a gigantic bowl of light brown matter. “What's this Mrs Cake?”
“Mmh, I think you'll like this,” she said, smiling now but still rubbing her nose. “It's called marzipan. Have a taste.” Mrs Cake scraped some of the chewy matter off with a spoon and shoved it into Pinkie's mouth.
Pinkie's eyes went wide. The stuff was good.
“I'll be off now.” Mrs Cake was on the verge of leaving, then halted, grinning at Pinkie Pie. “Try not to eat all of it, okay?”
“Oki doki loki.”
The door slammed shut, and Pinkie looked at the bowl, then at Gummy. “One more spoon isn't gonna hurt, right Gummy?”
Gummy blinked, then opened his mouth.
“Oh, silly Gummi, this isn't something for little, toothless alligators.” Pinkie Pie giggled, then ate another spoon full. After another minute of waiting, still no customer's had appeared. “One more is still alright, right?”
Gummy blinked again.
“My tummy, Gummy.” Pinkie groaned, pushing the empty bowl still further away from her as though to get rid of the evidence. “Why didn't you stop me, Gummy?”
Gummy neither blinked nor showed any other signs of compassion for the troubled Pinkie.
The door of Sugar Cube Corner opened. Pinkie tried to get to her hooves, gave up halfway and dropped with a whomp. When she looked up again, Mrs Cake stood before her, a stern look on her face. “You ate it all, didn't you?”
Pinkie dropped her gaze. “I... I did.” She looked up at Mrs Cake again, now pleadingly. “Please forgive me. I regret... oh, I do.” After another's second thought, she added: “But I'd probably do it again.”