Pinkie Pie rolled around on the carpet in her room holding her hoofs up to her forehead. For the past four days she had been getting horrible headaches, and her hair had gone unkempt. The pony was once all smiles had decayed into a miserable pony of pain and fear. "Agghh!" She grimaced in pain, "Get out of my head!"
"No, we are going to help you out of this." A little voice whispered.
"What? How can you help me?" Pinkie questioned, as she ceased her rolling and looked around, "Where even are you?"
"I'm a part of you," Xe whispered back, "and I know who caused this. I know how we can stop them!"
"Who? Who did this? Tell me!" She more or less ordered.
"Its was a doctor, and if you want to stop feeling this pain you should get rid of all doctors in ponyville..." Xe explained.
"Wha- which doctor? Is there another way? Why get rid of them? HOW DID THEY CAUSE THIS? WHY DID THEY CAUSE THIS?!" Pinkie asked, anger brewing in her soul. She always knew that doctors were pure evil!
"Neither you or I know who they are... so we should just get rid of all them! Doctors are evil anyway..." The voice responded.
"Sounds reasonable enough..." She muttered, standing up and walking out the door and down the stairs, "But... It doctors are evil... Why only get rid of the ponyville doctors? Why not so if the doctors?"
"That choice is yours. I am merely here to talk you through the process. You could save everypony, but you should start in Ponyville." Xe responded, in a rather monotonous voice, "But these doctors should be gotten rid of for good. We should -No. We NEED to kill them.
"You are right!" Pinkie said as she bolted her way to the door, "Wait- Why am I doing this? Wh-What if you are wrong?"
"Wrong? How could we be wrong? Your mother didn't die of disease until she saw a doctor! You never know you are sick until the doctor tells you that you are! Why are you doubting my trust? WHY AREN'T YOU DOUBTING THE DOCTORS?!?" The voice snapped back, changing from calm to angered in an instance.
"Woah... Um... Are you okay? I just kind doubted you a teensy little tiny bit, because I guess I barely know who you are... I mean, we're friends. I trust you and all you have to say. I think... I just I dunno. My soul feels all angry, my head feels sick... I-I need to sit down..." She said her eyes drooping down as well as her mane. She felt sadness wash over her body, she felt empty. Her soul felt hollow and depressing. She stopped midstride and plopped herself down. "And now that I think about it, mom was there when she died... So was dad. I was, Maud, Inky, Blinky... Last time I got sick, other than now I guess, the cakes were there..."
"Yes. You are right. Everypony had been around when trouble started. Every time you got hurt, every time you felt sad, every time you felt worthless, some pony else was there. You wouldn't make yourself feel bad or get hurt, right?"
"Why would I? I hate feeling like that?"
"Well, if you didn't make yourself feel bad then who did? Who else was there?"
"Other ponies?"
"So who yo you think caused you the pain and despair?"
"Other... ponnies? So they caused me all that pain? Every single last one of them?! I thought they were friends! But NO! they were just jerks... No not just jerks... They were-they were... Bitches! Worse than bitches! I am my only friend! And you- oh you too! You are my only friend other than myself! You helped me see the truth!" The pony rolled back and forth on the rough hardwood flooring, splinters poking their way into her back. She laughed and giggled, not fleeting throughout her. She smiled a large devious smile. "Come on!" She giggled trotting down the stairs with her new found friend. "I thought, doctors are only part of the problem! We could just get rid of everyone! No more bitches, no more pain!" She giggled as she made her way into the kitchen. As she rummaged through the drawers she began laughing hysterically. She pulled out a glistening metal cleaver, often used to chop through very tough thick things. Only now did she realize that it was midnight, and the house was silent, with the sound of her cackling the only exception to the silence. All of the sudden she hard hoof steps. Coming closer. Coming closer from upstairs. She froze wide eyed wearing a large malicious grin.
"Pinkie! Why are you being so loud?" Mrs. Cake scolded facing Pinkie Pie's back. She realized that pinkies hair was straight. "Oh god..." She whispered to herself knowing what could racing through that pink pony's mind.
"I just... He you know... Kinda sorta..." Pinkie turned around still bearing her malicious grin and cleaver, " am going to kill you... " with that pinkie roared with laughter, and Mrs. Cake tried to run away. Pinkie snatched a hold of Mrs. Cake's hind leg and spun the blue pony around. The two were face to face, and pinkie leaned in close. Her laughter deafeningly horrifying. The blue pony shivered in fear as her ears drooped down and she shut her eyes tight. Pinkie gripped the cleaver with her spare hoof, swinging at the cowering pony in front of her. It hit Mrs. Cake right above the flank. Blood splattered on the two and all over the floor. Mrs. Cake tried to hold back screams of pain in fear her family might see. The cleaver repetitively hit the same spot, chopping her flesh. Whimpers of pain and get filed the air as pinkie continued stabbing her way to the spinal cord, until she hit a blow right between two of the disks. The two were now drenched in blood. Not them, but the floor and counter all glistened a shade of deep red. Mrs. Cake tried to move her free hind leg, but this only worsened the problem. The pain was far too much. She passed out. Pinkie pie realized this, and stopped with the cleaver. She dropped the unconscious pony as if it was nothing. Mr. Cake was a heavy sleeper, boy was he in for a surprise. The pink pony walked out still carrying the cleaver and soaked in blood. It was far too late for anypony to be up. Mrs. Cake would bleed to death soon, and pinkie could manage to find a place to stay the night.