"Yes. Your name is question mark question mark question mark. Nice to meet you."
"But I don’t want to be friends with ponies who hate me!" she wailed.
*sighing he started the story against his better judgement* ”Alright I’ll just compress it….. Once upon a time a looooonnnnggggg time ago. There was a filly who just decided to do his own thing not worried what it might cause to his friends and family. He started by going to the library of canterlotian records and finding the oldest book there so he came across a very dark and gloomy restricted place of the library….. He found a book an old book, really old book, and looked up on it. in that book However was a very dark and mysterious black power even the princess couldn’t match, not even the elements of harmony that filly soon found out. So when he became of age to leave his house he left never returning looking back just being gone off the face of the earth. No one knew where he was. He just vanished, though the princess knew what happened too him ‘leave him be in his twisted mind’ she said knowing full well what would happen to that stallion…… He died….. And in his place an alternate appeared. and was ridiculed not knowing why everyone hated him so much. He then started to hate everything in the world, however, as time went by he did not age and did not die. He just was there, in a hollow shell of himself still hated by the elders. now. So he came to Ponyville to start anew. But not everything he desired and hoped came to be for word came around, and, still being hated he became desperate for somepony to actually be nice to him. When no help came he made a being with his dark book, and, it too hated him and made fun of him for being a pathetic pony. The pony gave up hope and killed himself or tried to anyway. After he tried everything, he soon figured everything out. He found no joy no sorrow, just…. A shell.” *He sighed and turned away* ”Sorry I really didn’t want to go into details uhm… maybe another time” *he asked trying to detour the conversation down*
Pinkamena blinked. You could practically see the gears turning in her head as she processed the story, contemplating what to say. “Well then…” she began. “That was interesting. Didn’t know you had THAT kinda past, but hey! You aren’t hated anymore!” Pinkamena sat back on her hind hooves and gestured to everyone. “I bet not one person in this bakery hates you- and I definitely don’t!” She beamed happily at her friend.
Pinkamena went from angry to concerned. “…okay. If you want to.”
She kept running, towards the door in a mad dash to the hospital.
"No no no no no no NO!” she yells, baring her teeth. “I don’t WANT to see them!”
"Simply calling wasn’t exactly my train of thought." she answered before dashing toward the door as fast as she could.
"No thank you." Her words came through gritted teeth and she frowned. “I don’t want to see her.”
Pinkamena’s teeth gritted into a newly forced smile. "No."
She snarled. “Oh, so you won’t mind if I ask the hospital if you’re there, huh? You won’t mind if I try to find out?!” She hissed out.
"Oh, hello!" she cheered. "How’re you? Everything okay?"