It felt weird to think of herself this way. She was just there, existing, while she listened to the background noise of the remaining party goers. They were playing around with the new pop up attraction Pinkie Pie had set up. Apparently ponies could dunk their heads in the tub that was filled with water, searching for a bunch of Red Delicious apples, which were courteously donated to Pinkie from Sweet Apple Acres, at least, that’s what Fizzlepop gathered from ponies talking about it. It sounded like it would be fun to do, but… something was amiss. Something didn’t feel right. Something in her head, or something in her hooves. Was it her armor? The lack thereof? She felt exposed all the time, so it couldn’t be that. Maybe… maybe it was something else. But what?