She didn’t know why she was there, and to be honest, she could care less.
No, wait, she remembered now. Flower Party wanted cheap scares and thrills. Better than anything you could buy. Yes, no more scare game or stupid online rumors compared to the juicy horror stories she had heard about this “haunted” place. Naturally, the popular party gal had to see for it herself.
Flower Party smirked as she glanced up at the sign that read in big, yet unlighted letters,
Pinkie Pie's Pizzeria!
The kids behind her tried to copy her confident grins, but only managed nervous glances at the rotting place.
“Sh-should we even be here?” One asked, shivering in fear.
“No, but that is why I am here.” Flower Party chuckled lightly. “I’m a daredevil! A risking filly, with a thirst for thrills!” As she said this she flashed another confident smile at her companions. “And I always get away scott free.” A little white lie to boost their belief in her. Sometimes she did get caught, but they had no need to know that.
It relaxed two out of her three companions.
“So, what are we waiting for?” Her coltfriend demanded. “Bust open those doors, you said you knew how!”
Flower Party clucked her tongue. “I said I could pick lock them, silly. Busting them down might call unwanted attention to ourselves.”
She got two bobby pins from her hair, and with practiced ease, she opened the lightly locked doors. The fact that there was only one lock was a slight disappointment for her, but she refused to let it totally bash her spirits.
“So Flower, why are we breaking into this lammo kids place?” Grace Hooves asked, her voice a bored mask to cover up her true fears of getting caught.
She gave Grace an evil, yet playful look. “Haven’t you heard the stories behind this place?” She asked in her best spooky voice as she rested her hooves on the doors.
“Um, only a little, I am new in this town, don’t you remember?” Grace Hooves asked with a raised eyebrow.
She took her hooves off the door. “Then I must simply tell you the horror stories from here before we continue!”
The third companion shuddered. “I hate those stories.” He muttered.
“You are just a big wuss.” Flower Party snorted. Turning back to Grace, she began. “Once upon a time, this place was very popular and well-loved by many. Kids would come here constantly, as it was a cheap and fun place to be. Parents loved it here because it was safe and made the little ones smile-”
“This isn’t very scary.” Grace Hooves deadpanned.
“Well let her finish!” The coltfriend snapped.
Flower Party glared at Grace Hooves. “It gets scarier, and little wuss over there nearly pees himself upon hearing it every time. Now, as I was saying. Everyone adored the place of magical fun and friendship. One day though, something happened that would smudge their name forever. During a birthday party, one of the workers saw an animatronic spazzing out. No one knew why, but figured it was still safe to be near. How wrong they were, the second it got near a little filly, it bit her.” She let out a dark giggle. “It was said the animatronic took out her whole frontal lobe. Died seconds before she got to the hospital.”
“That is dark, and messed up, but shouldn’t the animatronics be deactivated at night?” Grace Hooves asked, a bit unnerved by the story, but still holding strong.
“Oh, that isn’t the worst part.” Flower’s coltfriend chuckled.
“Wait, more?” Grace was surprised.
“Yeah. The day before that an old yellow suit of the main animatronic there, Pinkie Pie's, was stolen. It was an empty suit, and old, so old it turned yellow. No one at the time understood why it was taken, but when it was, it was said that all the animatronics became really nervous. One of the reasons that same animatronic was freaking out.”
“That is slightly interesting.” Grace Hooves shrugged.
“Well, soon the reason became clear as to why the empty old suit was stolen. There was a sick stallion in there, and not just cold sick, mentally sick. He used it to lure five innocent foals away and to the restaurant. When he got there he murdered them.” She glanced at the ghost-like building behind them before continuing. “That part is true, this is all a true story, but… It was never told what happened to the kids bodies, or why the animatronics suddenly began to stink to high-heavens. Many people claim that he chopped up their bodies and stuffed them all into suits. There is one thing you can’t get rid of though, spirits. It is said their ghosts roam the halls to this day. Sometimes they will possess an animatronic however, and if they see you wandering the building at night they will mistake you for their old killer and try to stuff you into a suit while you are alive, still kicking and screaming!”
Her coltfriend winked at her while Grace Hooves began to speak. “So you say that this place is haunted? If you think a bunch of ghost stories about impossible things are going to scare me, than you are-”
“You aren’t in your suit…” Her coltfriend said in a ghost like voice as he grabbed Grace Hooves by the legs and shook her.
“AHHHHHH.” Grace screamed before turning around with a furious look on her face.
Everyone was laughing, even the nervous colt.
“Th-the look on your face!” Flower Party giggled between gasps of air. “Ook, lets go in guys.”
“No!” Grace snapped, still angry. “If you guys are going to be jerks, I won’t go in.”
“Oh come on, it was a joke. A funny one at that, and I know fun and funny. I throw the best parties and always pick the greatest things to do.” Flower Party gave an eye-roll. “My nickname is, Fun Mare, for a reason.”
“Well you made a mistake with this activity, Flower Party.” Grace Hooves snapped. “I am going home.”
“Whatever, you two still in or not?” She snapped, looking at the other boys.
The nervous one shook his head no. “I, uh, changed my mind. Grace Hooves, wait for me!” He shouted to the speed-walking mare. “It wasn’t funny!”
Flower Party gave her coltfriend a pouting glance. “Won’t you protect me from the evil animatronics?” She whined.
“Of course! You got the doors open, so lets go in.”
They walked into the old pizzeria and even they were taken aback by the horrific state it was in. The janitor pony was apparently not paid enough because hats were still strewn about and the old animatronic ponies, who were going to be replaced soon by a whole new crew with different characters, were in their worst condition yet.
Pizza sauce stuck to their fur from over-excited kids, while Applejack’s jaw hung loosely, possibly tugged at by a curious kid. Pinkie Pie’s hat was bent on one side and the paint chipping. Only Fluttershy seemed in decent condition, though her nose had a few nicks on the top.
The area around them was worse than the ponies themselves. The stage was stained with various food items and old splotches from Celestia-knows-what. A few tables had the hairs stacked on top of them like they should be, but many were left where the kids had put them. The camera’s were dead, night guards were often there for five nights before quitting out of fear. Apparently they had come on an off night.
On the stage the old animatronics sat, staring right at them. Almost as if they had heard them outside, but could not be bothered to get to them themselves…
“This is so amazing…” Flower whispered in a slightly husky voice. “And really exciting.”
Her coltfriend gulped nervously, but put on a smile when she did. “Yeah, exciting. How much do you want these thrills though? What is we get caught? It is only 12:12” He pointed to the clock on the wall. “Maybe the guard is late… We could still go.” He suggested gently.
She didn’t give him a look of disgust like she did to the others, but instead a happy infectious grin. “Come on!” She said in a filly-like voice. “We are going to have fun here, exploring these abandoned walls.” She gave him one more wink.
He grinned calmly. “You’re right, this will be fu-” He caught off guard as he looked back to the stage that had been temporarily ignored. “Where’s Pinkie?”
Indeed, the other two, Fluttershy and Alpplejack, stayed in their correct places just staring at them, but Pinkie had run off. The two that remained had somehow stopped smiling, and their advanced robotic faces were frowning. Pure malice appeared to bleed from their eyes, though they actively did nothing different.
Faint words whispered in their ears, almost to faint to be heard, but strong enough to make out just two words.
“It’s me…”
Her coltfriend screamed and all hell broke lose in the once-silent restaurant.
Applejack and Fluttershy began to slowly walk forward.
“Y-you aren’t in your suits!” Fluttershy grinned her manic grin, pointy teeth showing. Why did such a cute cuddly animatronic even have pointy teeth!?
“Yeah! We-we gotta put you varmints in yer su-suits!” Applejack stuttered along-side Fluttershy as she slowly walked towards them.
They stopped three feet in front of them as the two alive ponies shied away, fear plain in their eyes.
“Why aren’t they moving anymore?” Flower hissed in fear.
“I don’t know, but I do know that this isn’t fun! We need to leave.”
“How? They move when we aren’t looking.”
“They move when we do.” Her friend growled.
“So we run on three?” She asked.
The animatronics seemed to be in no hurry as they talked, just staring there, glaring with hateful grins of demented joy. Their talking only seemed to anger them more, yet they didn’t move an inch as the ponies kept one eye on them, and one eye on their surroundings.
“Agree!”
“One. Two. THREE!” They spun around, making for a beeline towards the door. It was only five feet away afterall, they should be able to outrun metal.
The second they moved the two animatronics lunged, and missed. Yet as they dodged those two they saw a pink horror blocking their way. Pinkie Pie.
“He-he-hey gang!” She giggled, once blue robotic eyes now black with white specks. “You all ar-ar-aren’t in your su-su-suits!” She lunged too.
The coltfriend managed to dodge, but Flower was not so lucky. The pink party horror pinned her. He ran out the door, not waiting for his marefriend or dareing a rescue.
She could feel Pinkie Pie’s loose hoof moving on her shoulders as wires jutted out of her in some areas. The once famous pink bot was in disrepair, but she could easily hold this flesh-made earth pony.
The metal pony weighed down on her chest as she gasped for air. Finally as the lights began to blink out as she struggled for air, the weight vanished. It however, did not mean her freedom as the pony replace her grip around her front legs and began to drag her, chuckling all the while.
“You are br-br-breaking the rules!”
“Please, just let me go!” She begged the animatronic.
It didn’t reply, Pinkie only stopped in the supply room where her friends patiently waited. She was thrown to the ground and guarded by Fluttershy as Applejack walked to a box. She dragged out a shiny new suit that looked awfully familiar.
Coming soon: A new gang, and lots of new fun! Only at Pinkie Pie’s Pizzeria.
It had been on a few posters, but mostly T.V. commercials. She was going to be the new party mare, Nightlife.
The Nightlife suit had eye-pleasing colors. The animatronic, which seemed powered off as Applejack dragged it out, was a white earth-pony with a few dots of grey on her body. She had a pink curly mane with beaming yellow highlights. A large red bow sat in her mane. The eyes were closed so she couldn’t see the colors, but she could see this animatronic had pointy teeth.
She screamed again, but was ignored mostly as they set the suit up, propping it against a wall.
Oh dear Celestia, they were going to stuff her!
“Please, no!” She whimpered one last time.
Her pleas went unheeded one last time as Fluttershy eagerly lifted her off the ground. “You are breaking the rules,” She whispered in her soft voice, an irony in the soon-to-be bloody situation. “Please stop breaking the rules.” Flower was force-walked to the suit.
“No!” She screamed. “NOO!”
Her eyes flashed on, a calm red.
Pain sliced across her skin as blood pooled on the ground. “Celestia, help me!”
She needed to set her mode. What was the time?
She was half in, and half dead. Blood was leaking from her wounds quickly.
Ah, it was 11:48 PM. That meant she would soon set herself to set to roaming mode. Her programing told her so.
“Why?” She finally croaked out to the animatronics.
“I’m glad you aren’t breaking the rules anymore…” Fluttershy whispered next to her, flashing a shy grin.
Finally, Pinkie pie spoke, her metal voice grating in her eardrums. “Rule breakers hurt ponies.”
“Same… Uh, who am I again?”
“Nightlife, silly filly!” A bubbly voice spoke behind her. It was the party mare, Pinkie pie. “Why don’t you sit this night out? You still don’t know all the rules yet.” She giggled. “After all, you are new here.”
New… She wouldn’t remember being… Was it born? Created? Assembled on an assembly line?
Their eyes showed no mercy. Only hate. She understood now, they hate her and would kill her for it, after all, she broke the rules and they had to fix that. They slammed the head onto her head, ending her life, but creating a new life. Nightlife.
“We CaN bE fRiEnDs.”