Through the Looking-Glass

It was early in the morning at Sugarcube Corner and Pinkie Pie was already hard at work. She was sliding yet another batch of muffins into the oven when she heard a voice.

"Pssssst! Hey!" it whispered.

Pinkie looked around. "Wh-who is that?" she asked. "Are... are you a ghost pony?"

"Nooooo, Pinkie Pie!"

Pinkie scratched her head. "A zombie-pony?"

"Nooooo! I'm not a zombie-pony!"

By now she realised the voice was coming from the bathroom. She opened the door and stepped inside.

"Are you in here, disembodied voice?" asked Pinkie. She was shivering now.

"You're getting closer!" said the voice. And then Pinkie realised it was coming from the mirror over the sink. She looked at the glistening surface – and saw nothing but her own reflection.

"Phew! It's just little old me!" she sighed.

The reflection smiled. "Yes, Pinkie! It IS little old me!"

Pinkie leapt back. "You... you.... you spoke!"

The reflection nodded.

"What are you doing in there?" asked Pinkie.

"I live here, Pinkie!" replied Mirror-Pinkie. "But I get so lonesome when you're not around! It's soooo boring! Why not join me, Pinkie?" she giggled. "I want to show you soooooooo many super-wonderful things!"

Pinkie frowned. "What kind of things?"

Mirror-Pinkie's eyes sparkled. "Oh, all SORTS of awesome stuff!!" she cried, throwing her hooves out wide. "But I can't really TELL you about them – I have to SHOW you!"

"I don't know...." hesitated Pinkie.

Mirror-Pinkie chuckled. "Oh c'mon Pinkie! It'll be fun! I promise! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!"

"But I've left a whole batch of muffins in the oven!" protested Pinkie.

Mirror-Pinkie smiled. She leapt through the surface of the mirror and, grabbing Pinkie by the shoulders, she pulled her in. "Where we're going, you won't need muffins!"