Something Broke · 2:26am Sep 26th, 2013

Something Broke:
The Continuing Tale Of Pinkie Pie
and Ponycide
By: Tarby

Part I. Let's Begin

Here's a story for you to hear
Of pony pain, and utter fear
Happiness is absent here

Are you hungry?
Are you hungry?
Are you hungry?

Part II. Ponyville: All Is Normal

Welcome to our little town!
The stories here are never down.
The happiness floats all around,
And little could go wrong.
Well, not too long ago, it seemed,
Something changed within this dream;
Maybe we're just losing steam,
I mean, it's been so long...
But here's a story, a tale you see
About one which we call “Pinkie”,
And though the details are bleary,
I'll keep you informed with this song

Everypony, come look here:
Rainbow Dash is full of fear
For the upcoming event
Something which she'd circumvent
Talented young Pegasi
Off to Cloudsdale, in the sky.
Competition riding high;
So much that could go awry.
So her friends devised a plan
To assist her, lend a hand
Be support within the crowd
Fluttershy just wasn't loud
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”

Part III. Cloudsdale: Young Flyer's Competition

She signed up, then we hit the town.
To calm her nerves, we walked around.
Visited the school, we saw the sights,
Ain't trippin' balls, that shit was tight!
So we made our way through the city,
Though Rainbow Dash still felt shitty.
Still we went around for things to see;
Ended up in the Rainbow Factory
Where Rarity, that pompous bitch,
Decided, by some mental glitch
That she would join the comp that night,
Forgetting poor young Rainbow's plight.
A short time later, we all sat,
Waiting for our favorite cat
To finally make her trick debut;
If only we knew what we'd do...

Part IV. The Rainboom: Awakening

Rarity fell, and Rainbow went after,
Picking up speed, the audience silent.
Rainbow Dash sped 'till she reached the speed barrier;
Out came a ring of colors so vibrant.
They always said that a Rainboom was legend.
Pinkie, however, had seen it before,
Back at her home, when she was a filly.
Memories came back and horrors galore!

Next in line
You're not fine
It's your time
Time to shine

What to do, I'm feeling kinda woozy!
I haven't felt this since I was a filly.
Oh, god, why did you ever do that, daddy?
Now I remember just how it has scarred me!
I'm paranoid about the ones around me!
Who's gonna be the next to try and hurt me?
So much for happy, yeah, so much for Pinkie!
I feel something in me trying to break free.

Part V. Party Of One

About a week later, Pinkie, in an attempt to make herself feel better, did what she did best, and threw a party: in this instance, a birthday for her pet alligator. The party went swell, but the entire time, she couldn't help but notice that the ponies she called “friends” seemed almost tired of her antics. This caused Pinkie to become even more paranoid, as the following day, she attempted to throw yet another party; this time, in commemoration of the party from the night before. However, despite her best efforts, nopony seemed able, or for that matter, willing, to attend. It was at this that Pinkie finally snapped.

Secrets and lies. Secrets and lies.
What are they doing, is it right before my eyes?
Secrets and lies. Secrets and lies.
I'm getting frantic; growing louder are my cries.
I'm getting tired of excuses and evasions.
Why don't they face me, just admit the situation?
What have I done, are they afraid my celebration
Will make them dull or make them sick or make them mad or make them sad or make them angry, make them frantic, make them crazy, make them loopy, make it painful, make it sickly, make it random, make it icky, break my mind and leave me twitchy, nothing left of poor old Pinkie! What has happened to me, tell me, daddy why'd you do that to me!? NO!

What have I done? What have I done?
I'm left alone here, just a party of one! Just a party of one, bitches!
What have they done? This isn't fun!
I should have known, I should have seen that this would come.
It's all a matter of when they will come to tell me
That they despise me, that they never want to see me.
Well, they can screw, it's time for Pinkie Pie to be free!
Pinkamena, show your scars! Broken bones and broken hearts.
Give me, tell me one good reason why I should give them a season, let alone an hour, minute, or a fraction of time in it. Let me cling to reality, one last second, savored for me, looking for that one blue pony. RAINBOW DASH, WAIT!

Part VI. The Final Straw

(Instrumental)

Part VII. Late Night Accident

Later on, despite learning that her friends had good reason for keeping her in the dark, and, overall, meant no ill will against her, Pinkie still found herself wandering the streets of Ponyville. Almost everypony had gone to bed, and the moon was high in the sky, illuminating her way through the sleeping town. Pinkie was confused, she was lost, and more importantly, she was alone.

What am I to do?
Is it safe to say I'm through?
Ready for my end.
No escape, I can't pretend
That everything I wanted came true.
So once again, I ask, what can I do?
What am I to say?
Who would listen anyway?
Who is there for me?
No one takes me seriously!
I give and give, and they all use me
Just like daddy did abuse me
Thirteen days it took to find me
Left my home and life behind me
Someone's sneaking up behind me!

Part VII. Hide The Body (Art Of Distress)

What have I done? What have I done?
I lost my focus, now the pony is gone...
What have I done? Party of one...
I'm all alone, this problem, I cannot outrun
What do I do? What do I say?
I need a plan or else I'll never make a day
Where can I go? I just don't know!
It's not the kind of thing that normal ponies know
I need to get rid of the evidence...
Somehow...

Step by step, checking every detail
Hook and knife, bring the body down into the cellar
Struggle as I place her on the table
Frantic as I wonder if I'm able
To go through with all that I have planned
So far all my actions were unmanned
I'm under so much stress...

Bare the neck, make a deep incision
Smell the blood as it pours out upon the surface
Trying not to care for consequences
Knowing that I have no good defenses
Thinking hard of what I'm gonna make her
Though I know I'll have to clean up later
Silly little Pinkie, you've grown colder
Time for Pinkamena to take over
Finish up the job that we have started
Feed her to the vein and the cold-hearted
Don't expect to hear that much rejection
Everypony loves our main confection
Make them cupcakes
So sweet and tasty
Cupcakes
Don't be too hasty
Cupcakes
And if they like them
Cupcakes
Then I'll still make them
Cupcakes
I trust nopony
Cupcakes
They all are phony
Cupcakes
I know my target
Cupcakes
I'll never forget
This is all her fault!

...when I'm through with you, Rainbow Dash is gonna pay!

Part IX. Practice Makes Perfect (Crime)

The following morning, Pinkie put the cupcakes out for sale, like they were a regular product in the store, and hoped against hope that the customers approved. To her shock, as well as mine, to be honest, they went over extremely well with the ponies that bought them, to the point where they had completely sold out by the end of the lunch hour.

Strangely enough, the normally sickening thought of her peers unknowingly committing cannibalism pleased her. For the first time since Cloudsdale, Pinkie genuinely smiled, and by the end of the day, her once faked happy demeanor was replaced by the jubilant mannerisms that Pinkie was known for. She felt great, better than she had in a while, but... she knew that if she was going to go through with her plan, she would have to prepare, and preparing meant repeating the process and practicing until she felt she was ready to take on the one who, in her mind, started it all.

The first pony she managed to get was a young filly named Twist. The second, about a week later, was a Unicorn named Holli Dash. The third, a young Pegasus named Cloud Kicker. Several other ponies disappeared, and the residents of Ponyville were none the wiser, until finally, about a month later, Pinkie felt she was ready, and invited Rainbow Dash to help her in her shop...

Part X. And Now, You Nap

Pinkie: So, you ready to get started Rainbow Dash? I've got everything all ready.
Rainbow: You betcha, Pinkie! So, what do ya got planned? We gonna prank somepony? I got a couple of good ones I've been thinking about. Or maybe you got some stunts you think I should try? Or maybe-
Pinkie: Making cupcakes!
Rainbow: Baking? Pinkie, you know I'm not good at baking. Remember the last time?
Pinkie: Oh, that's not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I'll be doing most of the work.
Rainbow: … Alright, I guess that's okay. What exactly do you need me to do?
Pinkie: That's the spirit. Here you go!
Rainbow: … I thought I was helping you bake.
Pinkie: You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here.
Rainbow: So, is this like taste testing or something?
Pinkie: Sorta.
Rainbow: … Okay, now what?
Pinkie: Now, you take a nap.

Part XI. Cupcakes

Oh Dash, I'm glad you're here,
This job of mine is oh so dreary.
Don't scream, not much to fear
I'm glad it's you; this makes me weary

I'm sure you'll brighten up my day
Before you really start to cry
Oh, just one more thing you should know
You're gonna die

Let me rip your demons
Tear them out your throat
Cut your flesh and body
'Till you're dead and bloat

You see, I'm really sorry,
Dashie, but there's nothing I can do
I drew your number, that's the rules here
Now your time with us is through
Still, we have a little while
'Fore your blood loss takes your life
We can chat about our past,
My god, my dear, you've turned so white!

What, is this fear I'm seeing?
What happened to the Dash I knew?
As soon as your life is threatened
You will cower, it's nothing new
So, let's get down to business
Better late than never, I say
Oh, Dashie, do you have any sickness?
Wait... once you're cooked, it won't matter anyway!

Oh, did that hurt? What happened to the big, strong Rainbow Dash I knew? And for that matter, why do they call it a hack saw? You don't hack with it; that's what I was doing with the knife!

Can you scream just a little bit louder?
It chills my blood in the most satisfying of ways
Let me look into your eyes, let me see your soul
Show what it's like when a pony betrays
Rip the flank, and leave it to wither
Oh, dearie me, it seems I've been drawing this out a bit too long...
Let's go, it's time...
Die!
Die!
Die!

Part XII. Ponyville: All Seems Normal

In the basement, not a sound
Can be heard above the ground,
So the ponies up above
Can go on in “peace and love”
Down below, some tasty treats
Are being made for them to eat;
Granted, at a friend's expense.
What they don't know won't hurt them.
So, down in the dimly lit,
Down comes knife, another hit,
Draw it forth, eviscerate;
Soon, they'll be on someone's plate.
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away m-”