Chapter 5: Take Control
I woke up several hours later in a daze. I still felt tied until I woke up properly and started paying attention to what was around me.
The room was cold, dark and the horrid smells of rotten meat and damp spread across the room. There was no light sauce in the room apart from a candle lit above me, with wax dropping on my forehead. I was sitting on a chair, tied up. But not by rope, but by magic. Nothing was tying my down, yet I still couldn’t get up. I tried everything I could to break free. But I was hopeless without my staff. No spell in existence could break me free. The only way to break free from such a spell is if it was countered by the caster. I only knew two people who could cast such a spell. One was Princess Celestia (don’t ask how I know that), the other by Pinkie Pie. But Pinkie only ever used it for magic tricks.
I started hearing footsteps coming towards me. They were gentle but the shoes the person was wearing had a squeak to them. Then whoever it was started talking.
“Hello Twiley.” She said while giggling and walking into the light. She was hunching back wearing a pink jester’s outfit, pink straighten hair and a bubble hat on top with balloons on it. She was carrying a set of knives in one hand and a cupcake in the other. But none of these drew my attention because of what was on her face.
A mask.
The same as the last one. Flat-faced, small mouth and the tears coming from both ends. Now it all made sense. Why Pinkie Pie hasn’t been seen over the past few days. Why all the killings have had at least one cupcake on their side. And why it was all them.
Pinkie Pie started speaking again whilst giggling and breathing heavily. “Oh, I’m sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, Professional Cupcake maker. Have you been enjoying my work Twiley? Or have you been laughing at me like you always do!” She said that last sentence in anger. “Oh, don’t I just make the sweetest of cupcakes? Though I must say my first recipe tasted bitter from all the fear my sister had in her.”
Sister? Of course. Pinkie did say something to me about her sister becoming a famous cellist and falling in love with a sound illusionist. But I didn’t know it was Octavia.
“And Crankey, oh. He was too stringy. Created a bad texture in the mouth. And then there were the babies. OOOHHHHH. So delicious, just like Buell steak. So juicy and moist.”
I felt disgusted; this wasn’t the Pinkie I knew. Whatever it did that mask has taken control over her.
“Oh, did I forget to mention that before you came to Sugar Cube Corner, Mr and Mrs Cake showed up and well they were in for one heck of a surprise party weren’t they.”
She switched on some more lights. Revealing two people being hanged on two separate hooks. One of which had pink hair. The other had orange. It was Mr and Mrs Cake alright. Both gutted and had their intestines taken out. Just hanging there, in the cold with their eyes open. I could see the horror in their eyes, the feeling of being butchered and turned into what they made daily must have felt horrible.
“They were so fight sty, always shake me away, pushing me and Mr Cake even managed to get me on the ground for a few seconds. But it wasn’t enough.” No matter what happened, Pinkamena just wouldn’t stop giggling and sobbing. “But enough chit chat. Time for you to be my new recipe for success.” She walked towards me and placed a knife on my throat. I gulped in fear and she started talking again. “Awww, how cute. Your sweating. GOOD. Fear just leaves a bitter taste in the mouth so it’s better to get rid of it before I kill you. I learnt that my first time round. Tell you what, because you didn’t laugh at me as much as the others did, I’ll give you your famous last words. But I’d be quick because I’m not patient person.”
I closed my eyes and looked down. It wasn’t easy with a knife being on my neck, but I did it anyway. I thought through all the happy memories I had in my life. Being raised by my parents, being tutor by Princess Celesta herself. Spending happy times with my friends, especially with Pinkie Pie. After these thoughts I start crying. Slowly, but crying none the less.
“WELL, have you thought it yet?” Yelled Pinkamena. And then I spoke.
“Pinkie. I know you can hear me. And I ask you just to listen to me please. We always loved as a friend and we never laughed at you, it was always with you. That was why you became a trickster mage wasn’t it? You wanted to make people laugh. But look at what your body is doing. It’s taking orders from someone who just wants to hurt people. If you can hear this Pinkie, then fight back. You are better and stronger then the ask. I know you can do it. I believe in you.”
I could hear Pinkamena crying from what I said. “That was beautiful.” She realised the knife back from my neck and stretched her arm out back, getting ready to slice. “Too bad, she can’t hear yo...!” She stopped at that moment. Her eyes shined up in shock and started walking backwards.
She dropped her knife and cupcake. The she was trying to rip off the mask. She was shaking while trying to do it, jumping around just trying to get the mask off. Then she started shouting to herself.
“WHAT YOU DOING?! YOU WON’T STOP ME! I COULD GET RID OF THEM FOR YOU! YOU DON’T NEED THEM! THEY HAVE ONLY EVER LAUGHED AT YOU AND CALLED YOU NAMES BEHIND YOUR BACK! WHY WON’T YOU GET THIS?! EVERYTHING WILL WORK IF YOU JUST LET DO I CAN DO?!”
The mask had ripped off now. I heard it fall on the floor. Pinkie Pie was back. But the horrors she had created were still in her mind. She only saw one thing to do.
She must have seen something I couldn’t because she ran off to the other side to whatever this building was. She came back holding a massive hammer in her hands. The hammer Big Macintosh uses, he was a cleric. If any kind of magic was out there to remove evil spirits from items it would have been holy magic.
She Lifted the hammer up while screaming. And hit it on the ground with such a hard force that even I didn’t expect what happened next.
The hammer bounced back and the mask start producing a massive swirling vortex of pink and purple. I could hear the screams and see the horrifying faces the vortex was making. That mask was a Horcrux.
Pinkie Pie bounced back with the hammer flying five meters in the air and falling ten meters away from the vortex. She lied there for a couple of seconds before getting back up and running to the vortex with full anger and sadness in her eyes. She lifted the hammer again and smashed the centre of the vortex.
After the vortex had died down I had a look at Mr and Mrs Cake on the hooks. Strangely there intestines were growing back and their bellies were stitching themselves back together. Once their bodies had grown back. They both gasped for air and started heavily breathing. Once the mask was destroyed whoever it was it killed must have regenerated and come back to life.
Although I was happy to see this, I was honestly happier about the fact that I could finally move again. But then I saw Pinkie.
She was just lying there. Crying.
“Why won’t you go away?” She cried. I walked up to her and held her shoulder. Her hair had gone back to being curly again, so she was clearly back.
Back for good.