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// 1: Interrogation 
// Story: Cupcakes: Truth Revealed 
// by mcb893 
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I say again, all credit goes to DeadLight63 for writing.

A/N Again, just an idea I had which I wanted to get down before I forgot about it. This is an alt ending/ sequel to the infamous fan fiction "Cupcakes". None of the "harvest" scenes will be included (at least not while in process) in any part of the story. Please enjoy. Insert this just after Pinkie has injected Rainbow Dash with the drug to take away feeling from her stomach area, just before the "harvest".

"Pinkie... Please..." Rainbow said through her tears. Looking back up to her friend, Pinkie wanted to burst into tears, seeing her like this... it was horrible... Pinkie, it's either just her, or all of your friends. Looking back up, she put on that stupid fake smile she was wearing to try and make this easier. It wasn't working. "Ok Dashie, here we go! Time for the harvest!" She shouted with glee, though her true feelings were far from happy. Rainbow hung her head, and began to cry. I'm so sorry Dashie... She thought as she brought the knife to her stomach.

Just then the door burst open, revealing a group of guards and her friends. "I knew it!" Twilight shouted. Panicked, Pinkie backed away. She breathed heavily, and put up her hooves. "Please, this isn't what it looks like!" She shouts as a tear falls. This was horrible, if she didn't give that madcolt a batch of "special" cupcakes, her friends would be in danger! "Please!" She cried again. "Take her down! Release the victim!" A guard shouted. "NO!" Pinkie tried to scream, but it was too late. The guards were upon her, and she felt something get injected into her foreleg. She felt nauseous and dizzy as the room blurred, the last thing she heard was "It's alright Rainbow, you're going to be okay."

Later...

"Wake up." Was all Pinkie could hear. Her eyes gently fluttered. Pinkie didn't want to wake up. She wanted to die, let all the pain she caused and would cause end. It was too much to watch those ponies die. "Wake up!" A deep voice shouted. The Earth Pony instantly snapped awake, breathing heavily. Looking down, she found herself strapped into a chair, leather holding back her forelegs. "What... Where's Rainbow?" She asked, out of breath and tired. "Wouldn't you like to know." The voice said back. Pinkie looked around, the room was filled with needles of all sorts. In the upper corner was a glass screen, although it showed two black figures resembling ponies instead of actual ponies. "Is she okay? Did she make it out alive?" She asked. "What do you care?" The voice asked. Pinkie shook her head quickly to wake herself up.

"What happened? Who are you?" The pink pony asks as she tries to move her foreleg. "That's not important, what is important is who you are. What is your name?" The voice asked, sounding more and more threatening. Pinkie gulped as sweat poured from her brow. To her right, there was an operating table, carrying an assortment of knives and what looked like saws. Breathing heavily, she turned to the figures. "Uh... Pinkie Pie." Pinkie continues to breathe heavily as there is a slight pause, causing her to panic slightly and try to break free. "Truth, we're off to a good start. Where were you born?" The voice asked. Pinkie gulped again, overcome with fear. "Right here in Ponyville." Instantly, her body was filled with electric shocks, causing her to scream in pain. It lasted for five excruciating seconds before it finally stopped.

"There's no use lying Pinkie, this machine you are hooked up to is specifically designed to distinguish fact from fiction. Now... Where... Were... You born?" Pinkie panted, trying to recover from the painful experience. Still, this was a lot better than seeing the hurt eyes of all those ponies... "A rock farm... just outside of Ponyville." Pinkie shut her eyes, in case the machine thought that was a lie, but it did not come. "Truth, we can move on now. Are you familiar with any of these names?" Te voice started. "Hay Stack?" Pinkie lowered her head. And let a tear fall from her eye. Hay Stack was such a good friend, he even tried to comfort her when she started crying. Despite the fact she had a knife in his gut at the time. "Yes... I knew him..." She said, shame in her voice. "I never wanted any of this..." She let slip. "What the... truth?" The voice asked with confusion. Pinkie looked up, maintaining her sad face. Everypony thought she was a psychopath, not that she could blame them.

"Yeah, I never wanted to kill any of those ponies, but..." She tried to explain, but she couldn't finish her sentence. Sighing, she tried to ask her first question again, she wanted her to be safe. "Is Dashie ok?" The figures in the box turned to each other, and Pinkie leaned forward, desperate to try and hear them. After a couple of seconds, the two figures turned to her. "She's gonna make it." One voice said. Pinkie slipped back into her chair and gave a sigh of relief. She was so relieved that her best friend was alright. "Now Pinkie, we have some more questions for you to answer." Pinkie sat up straight, and tried to appear brave. "Okay." She said. "When did this begin? How did you get involved in this?" The voice asked. Pinkie sighed, falling back into her chair. That day was a bad one to re-live. "Well, it all started two years ago, just after Twilight came to town..."