|Hoo rah, deviations mein foo.|
MLP: Breaking Twilight 25Who was she?
That was a question that had kept echoing in her mind since she had woken up over an hour ago and no matter how many times the pink mare turned it over in her mind, she could come up with no answer. Was she the hyperactive party pony known as Pinkie? Or was she the slightly sadistic and masochist mare known as Pinkamina? Or was she a combination of the two? Or maybe, just maybe, she was none of the above and was just another facet of a fractured identity bought into existence by Twilight's magic.
So who was Pinkamina Diane Pie?
She recalled people saying that the experiences makes a pony who they were. There was just one problem with that though, for almost every memory she had, she recalled two versions. Pinkie's and Pinkamina's. From Pinkie's insistence that her family partied when she threw the surprise party that summer morning to Pinkamina's memory of being forced to work the eastern field from dawn to dusk with no meal in order to pay back the money wasted on the fri
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