I would just like to say in advance due to the rather controversial comments on my initial chapter that this is a story following cupcakes, which is labelled in the story description. If you disliked cupcakes then this will be no exception I would just like to make that clear. However any comments regarding grammar, layout or general character behaviour will be still appreciated as I am by no means an experienced writer.
- Pinkamina_Daine_Pie aka Andy.
“Declined!” screamed pinkie swinging her hoof at a near standing Mr cake who parried the blow with nimble precision for a stallion that stayed in a kitchen his whole life.
“er...yes Pinkie I’m sorry your friends can’t all make it to your celebration apart from Rarity of course” said Mr cake clearly shocked by her malapropos action.
Pinkie fell back first against the wall. Her eyes glanced over to the room she had so perfectly prepared. The balloons were poised at ever corner of the tables, the food in the kitchen was ready to be served when needed, the banner was drawn out by hoof and most importantly various tools of murder were scatted across the room. The room had been embellished to a rightful stature suitable for a party to be held. She had it all planned out.
“I spent 2 hours preparing this you know!” Said Pinkie forcefully. “...and not to mention the 2 others planning the thing!”
“But isn’t a party always a party even with only 1 guest as you said once before.” Said Mr Cake trying to appease Pinkies tantrum.
With her back to Mr Cake she faced the room she had prepared. A spark emerged in her eyes and a dark smile spread across her shadowed face.
“I suppose it is... I’m sure me and Rarity will enjoy ourselves all the same.” She muttered to herself almost inaudible to Mr Cake. “Mrs Cake won’t be back until Sunday will she?” asked Pinkie politely despite her already knowing.
“Yeah she’s at a bakery competition which I know she’s going win, she’s at least twice the baker I am” exclaimed Mr Cake gleaming with pride.
Pinkie sighed and pulled out a knife taped to the underside of the table. The knife was sharpened in preparation for the party sadly they all were. “I’m a terrible hostess” said pinkie turning to face Mr Cake, knife in hoof.
“What do you mean?” asked Mr Cake. He took a step back once his eyes met with the blade.
“I’m sorry to be impolite Rarity, but I’m afraid that I’m going to have to cut the cake early” A glint of insanity flashed in her. Her gripped tightened on the knife and she leaped at the baker. Mr Cake tried to dodge the strike but Pinkie now knew how fast he could move, despite this she landed a gash across his chest. He yelped and landed on the wooden floor. The blood trickled down his yellow fur. A patch of red was gradually spread through his apron.
The knife was now stained with red ichor.
Face contorted in pain, Mr Cake slowly rose to his hooves. Pinkie watched him pensively. His eyes darted around the room in desperation trying to find an escape route. A long sigh emitted from him as she slowly advanced standing only a few feet away. The two stared at each other each wondering what the other was thinking. Despite Mr Cake knowing Pinkie for most her life he wasn’t entirely surprised. He thought about the future him and his wife had left. But he knew he wasn’t a fighter, nor did he have a chance to escape as the door was cruelly situated behind Pinkie and even if he did get past her he was in no state to run as he could barely stand.
“You’re going to kill me aren’t you?” he asked refusing to make eye contact.
Pinkie felt saddened by what she had to do. He never lied to her, he was always truthful and was like the father she never had. He had practically re-raised her once she’d left the rock farm; he’d been the one who had taught her how to bake.
“I just can’t have you interfere” she said speaking meaningfully. She would always regret what she had to now do but it was the only way to achieve retribution on those she desired to.
A melancholy of conflicting thoughts passed wordlessly between them.
A sudden guffaw erupted from Mr Cake and he raised his head to match eyes with Pinkie. “Just as well you’re good at this I suppose... You always were a shoddy cook” he smiled and laughed once again dropping to his knees.
She wasn’t angry at him for the comment. In fact she liked seeing the fighting spirit in someone who she had admired for so long. However she wished to demoralize him before his final moments so she knew he had no chance. She wanted it to feel almost merciful when she killed him. Fresh adrenaline poured into her blood and grip once again tightened upon the knife. Pinkie frowned and swinging downward planted the knife into his eye, ending his laugher with a spontaneous shout of agony. Blood trickled out of the sides of the knife and he lifted a hoof to remove the implement from his eye. She smiled and kicked the hoof down applying more pressure to the knife but not enough to injure him beyond consciousness. He screamed and struggled helplessly against the increasing pressure exerted onto his socket. With an almost casual effort, she retracted the knife from his skull.
His breathing was ragged and stuttered between whimpers as he clutched his ravaged socket. She no longer felt remorse for the actions she had committed. She was getting into the swing of motion which was required to commit any of her murders, a swing which she would be getting accustomed to tomorrow.
“This may seem quite a bad time but I would like to thank you for everything you did in teaching me, I mean if it wasn’t for you I surely would never have had any fond memories to look back on.” She said smiling toward the end. A final sentiment of gratitude was exchanged.
Mr Cake didn’t reply he wore the same expression Rainbow did in her final moments an expression Pinkie was starting to recognise, he had given up fighting. She knelt down and place knife over his throat. With a smiling glance she passed it cleanly through his neck and covered the wall behind him.
He gargled and thrashed for a few moments then it was over. The room fell silent. His eyes still open screamed belligerency. The precept was yearning Pinkie to leave the area and muse over what she had done however she needed to clear up. If anypony were to walk in at the time she would either be forced to kill again or try and lie to say she found him like that. Regardless the game would be up for her, she needed to hurry.
She gathered a rug from her room above which hopefully nopony would recognise as it being her own. Dragging him by the forelegs she placed him on the end of the rug. She glanced at his face and wished she hadn’t.
He was mess. She had wanted him dead but not like this, she expected it to be this hard especially thinking back, for him to die so brutally even by her own hoof she had an indelible feeling of guilt. Only after she was finished did she realise the callous actions she was reaping.
Trails of blood ran down his eye and smaller ones at the corner of his mouth. The large laceration in his neck oozed thick almost black vital fluid. His eyes were infernal staring into her dark recesses exposing her as not a monster but as the lost child she evidently was. She felt so weak.
This was hard enough killing 2 ponies but tomorrow 4 more needed to perish. Her mind was a flurry of doubt and more than anything else apprehension. Nothing was going to plan, her party had failed, and she had ended up killing the only pony in the world that she could trust. That is apart from herself. Herself and Rainbow Dash. Her mind jumped back to the event in yesterday morn. She had promised she would kill them.
New hope emerged within her and ecstasy accompanied with maniacal laughing followed.
“I’m sorry girls” she said aloud between laughter. “But I’m not done yet”
She still had a promise to keep and breaking a promise is the fastest way to lose a friend.
“There’s just Rainbow left who I can trust and tomorrow at least one will die, even if it is myself, I will commit fully to this task” Her laughter ceased and her voice grew quiet and shallow. The new found passion spurred her onward. She rolled the body up into the rug and lifting it onto her shoulder, she carried it into the kitchen and placed it in the bakery’s store room.
After mopping the floor of any trace of blood she declared the Sugarcube corner ‘closed’ although 1 hour was remaining until its normal closing time.
She returned to her room for the night and was lying over the top of her bed.
“Party went off without a hitch gummy” she said sarcastically. A croak of understanding was heard from under her bed.
She sighed and rolled onto her side facing the window, she watched the orange glimmer fade from the sky and continued to think about the next day and about her preparations needed to visit each pony individually. She didn’t feel entirely rueful for what she had done as it was a ‘small’ downside in the bigger picture. She continued to muse over these sentiments until her somnolent state got the better of her and she drifted into a monotonous sleep.