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// 13 
// Story: Choice 
// by AnOrdinaryWriter 
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You refuse. You would never submit to the carrying out of such vial activities.

As soon as Pinkie Pie catches on to your decision, you launch yourself forward at her. In that moment she reaches a hoof into her mane and pulls out a sharp kitchen knife and swings it toward your stomach.

You see the glow of the blade out of the corner of your eye, and with your mind working in adrenaline-induced overdrive you realize that with the momentum you’ve built up you will not be able to avoid it in time. So, you throw a foreleg in front of yourself, and you feel the sensation of the blade piercing through the skin and touching the bone. However, the knife registers as only a mild pain and more an uncomfortable sensation.

Pinkie looks shocked at how the blade in your leg barely affects you, and she begins to twist. You flinch, but once again barely react. You push her back slowly as she jams the blade as far into your leg as possible, but she starts to lose the battle.

Then, the pink pony stumbles backward with a yelp and falls on the ground, letting go of the knife which remains stuck in your leg. Without hesitation or a moment of thought, you grab the handle of the knife in your mouth and rip it out of your skin, causing blood to spray out of the wound and pour down your leg. There’s no pain, only the warmth of the blood coursing through your fur.

Pinkie tries to get up, but you kick her before she can, and she falls back down, clutching her side where Derpy had impacted her earlier. Then you step over her before raising the knife and preparing to plunge it into her heart.

However, before you can Pinkie bucks both legs into your stomach. The wind is forced out of your lungs and you collapse, gasping to recover from the blow. There is the clatter of metal and you realize that you’ve dropped the knife. You can’t let Pinkie get it.

You flip over and see that Pinkie is reaching for it. You leap forward to grab it as well, but she takes hold of the handle, so you grab her foreleg instead.

What you discern right away is that she is much stronger than she looks. Pinkie pulls her hoof away with a forceful tug and it slips from yours. Then, as you’re about to get to your hooves to get the knife back, Pinkie rolls on the ground and sends a kick to your forehead. Your head lurches back and hits the ground hard.

You are suddenly lightheaded and woozy, pain flooding into your temples. Your vision is shaky and darkens slightly, and from the side of your vision, you see Pinkie crawling over you, taking the knife in both hooves and aiming it directly for your chest.

In your woozy state, you’re luckily conscious enough to reach your hooves to her forelegs and push upward while she pushes the knife downward toward your chest.

The red-stained blade lowers toward your body, and you push up harder, your body trembling to keep the deadly weapon away. Meanwhile, Pinkie erupts with a wicked, triumphant laughter as she puts her whole body’s weight on the knife, and the blade lowers far enough to just barely penetrate your chest. You get an adrenaline burst and push with everything you have, the extra strength allows the blade to exit your skin, but you can’t push it up anymore.

Soon enough, the blade slowly begins lowering again. You thrust your hind legs into her stomach to get her off of you, but that proves useless. However, once you do that, she flinches slightly, and the weight on the knife lessens slightly. Unfortunately, there’s not enough time to leave the opportunity of escape because she angrily puts her weight back on the knife and strains as she pushes against it now.

The blade enters your chest again and starts to lower further than previously. You know you won’t be able to hold this up for long. The resistance of the knife against your flesh helps you hold the knife back but she has too much of an advantage.

Then, you suddenly remember an advantage you have over her. When you bumped her in the stomach, she released the pressure of her hooves against the knife.

Unfortunately, her body is too far away from yours to deliver a proper kick to her side. You need to allow the blade to enter slightly further so she lowers far enough.

So you decrease some of the power you use to push the knife back, and allow it to sink deeper into your chest. This might kill you, but its worth trying rather than becoming a serial killer like Pinkie or dying anyway.

As you planned, her body descends closer to yours. Just a little farther… You allow the blade slightly deeper, and her body lowers even more.

Now.

You kick upward as hard as you can, and this time, Pinkie cries out in pain and releases her hold on the knife. Then you grab the handle of the knife, tear it out of your chest and swing blindly at her body. It hits, and Pinkie screams in agony, rolling off you and on the ground. You get to your haunches, crawling toward Pinkie’s body, before raising the knife and bringing it down.

The blade disappears into Pinkie’s chest and she lets out a voiceless cry, sputtering out blood from her mouth which dots her chin. Red traces itself around the blade that’s stuck in her heart, pooling around it and streaking down her fur. This leaves the pink murderer to lie squirming in pain for a few short moments before she goes still and her eyes turn colorless and lifeless. The happy party pony who brought joy to everypony’s lives is dead.

Your legs give out and you rock back, hitting the wall behind you against your back. You’re exhausted, breathing heavily, fur discolored by scarlet. You let go of the knife, and stay there, reflecting on what you have just done.

Noticing a warm sensation on your chest and foreleg, you look down, only to notice that your foreleg is entirely coated in your own blood from the area where Pinkie stabbed you, as well as your chest, and while it is not as bad, a lot of blood still excretes from the wound.

You get up from the ground. You have to get to a hospital before you die of blood loss. You stumble forward, the pain from both wounds now just now getting intense, and approach the turn at the end of the hall, where columns of light stream in from behind the corner.

A gray blur suddenly enters your vision and you’re pushed back against the ground. You groan, the pain in your leg igniting with fiery agony. When you look up, you see Derpy with a furious expression, frown deep and menacing. She then pounces on you with her front hooves, holding you against the ground as she wraps her wings around your neck and squeezes. Your windpipe is blocked, and you can’t breathe. Your hooves go to her wings and attempt to pull them off, but Derpy’s grip is too strong.

You try to curl your hind legs to kick her off of you, but you are not flexible enough to do so. But you notice that your hind legs are within distance of Derpy’s. You try to buck at them, but Derpy simply moves her legs out of the way before you can make contact.

Your vision starts to darken as your lungs burn for oxygen, and the exhaustion you feel makes that worse. You kick out again, and once again, Derpy dodges it. You’re going to lose consciousness soon. You can feel it.

Then, you figure out a solution. You launch your foreleg forward at Derpy’s head, and it collides with her left cheek since she hadn’t been expecting it. Her head twists in the direction of Pinkie’s body, and as she’s about to punish you for hitting her, she registers the body of her friend in a pool of her own blood.

“Pinkie!” she shouts. With her distracted, you buck at Derpy’s hind legs again, and this time, you’re successful. She shrieks in pain, falling to the ground and you are able to breathe again. You jumped to your hooves, and before Derpy can stand, you swing your hoof at her temple, knocking her unconscious as her body thumps against the ground motionless aside from the rise and fall of her chest.

You don’t give the gray pegasus another glance before you walk toward the staircase. The fight had opened your wounds further, blood now spilling out in copious amounts. Everything seems colder, and you’re getting lightheaded, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing on toward the wooden stairs at the end of the hall where Derpy had come from. The stairs lead upward into an open trapdoor in the ceiling, and past that is a dimly lit room that’s almost completely dark.

You heave your body up the steps, each climb taking almost all your energy, and emerge into the room above, which turns out to be the main room of Sugarcube corner. You collapse to the wooden floor of the room, your vision blurring rapidly. Darkness consumes the whole room, enclosing around you as you lose consciousness.

Lying there, feeling sleep come closer, you hear what sounds like a bell ringing, and then the voice of a pony, but your ears just register it as a wobbly, distant mess of noise. You only register one thing.

You got out alive.

Everything is now dark, and sleep takes over.


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