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// 3: First Victim 
// Story: Cupcakes: Truth Revealed 
// by mcb893 
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"How could you be sure he was telling the truth? For all you know, he could have assumed that you would cave in if your friends were threatened. How could you know whether or not he was lying?" Pinkie looked back up to the interrogation box. The ponies inside still seemed alien to her. One black form wrote something down while the other waited for a reply. Pinkie sighed and let her head fall.

"I couldn't... But my friends... They mean so much to me... I couldn't take that chance..." She said. Looking back up, the interrogators seemed to be discussing this. Looking around she eyed a knife on the table. She used to love knives, because they made cutting cakes and such so easy, and fair. But now... now she hated them. It was just a permanent reminder of what she did in that basement. She could still hear their screams of pain in her nightmares... their outbursts of agony... their cries for help... Ironically enough, these weren't the worst memories she had. The worst were the ponies who understood... the ones who tried to make her feel better. Ones like Hay Stack...

"Okay Pinkie, I think we understand why you started doing this, but something is still bothering me... We spoke with Rainbow Dash earlier, and she said you were happy and excited to be torturing her. But the lie detector says that you regret your actions, even to Rainbow. Why is this?"

"That? That was just an act... I tried being happy and cheerful to make it easier... It made some ponies angry and shout at me... those are the times it worked... But other times... It just made them more sad... That's when it was hard..." She said groggily. Her head swayed from side to side as she groaned sickeningly. Her eyelids felt so heavy, she just wanted to rest.

"We're losing her, hit it." An interrogator says. Instantly Pinkie feels electric shocks fill her body. She gives a quick shout of pain. The shock lasts for five seconds, leaving Pinkie energized, but burning with pain. Outraged, she looks up to the interrogators.

"What was that for? I wasn't lying!" She shouts angrily.

"You were falling asleep on us Pinkie, we need you to stay awake. We'll adjust how much of the drug you receive so you don't have to go through that again." The interrogator says. Pinkie breathes heavily and slouches against the chair. That felt horrible, then again, did she really deserve any better? This was just poetic justice right? The pink mare sighs and apologizes to the interrogators. She looks down sheepishly, and sees the tube that was attached to her foreleg. Inside it was a strange liquid, which was now flowing more slowly than it was before. That must have been how the drug was getting to her.

"Let's move forward about three weeks after that occurrence, when the young stallion known as Rock Steady went missing. Pinkie... Was this stallion your first victim?" Pinkie shook her head.

"No, Rock Steady was him training me. He showed me how to... to... get the most... blood... and..."

"We get the idea. So who was your first victim? How did that encounter go?" Pinkie looked down, that was just after Gilda had left the party... Sure she was a jerk... but did she really deserve to die?

"Gilda, one week after my "training"..."




Pinkie looked up to the hurting griffon, she couldn't help but sigh and shake her head. Beside her lay a bucket containing her wings and claws. The creature was breathing very heavily, trying desperately to hold back tears. Pinkie looked away. She wanted to run away, but the stallion was right there... The remote was on the table next to him. A tear fell from her eye as he raised an eyebrow.

"Well... You've done pretty good so far Pinkie... now it's time for the final test..." Pinkie reared back in fear, she was hoping she wouldn't have to do that part. The harvest was a messed up, cruel torture technique where you slowly cut open the chest of the victim and pulled out their organs, all while they were still alive. No, she couldn't do it, she had to weasel herself out of this. She could just kill him, but he seemed to be a good fighter, he knocked out Rock Steady with one punch to the jaw. No, she would lose that fight.

"Well... actually I was kinda hoping that you would do the harvest... I don't think I can do it right." She said with a rather believable smile. Hopefully this would convince him.

"The best way to learn is through practice. Now move, before I blow this stupid town sky high." He said with an angry tone. Pinkie's smile vanished, and was replaced with a quivering frown. She closed her eyes as a tear fell from her eye, she sighed and said;

"Yes sir."

Pinkie took a knife and walked up to the broken griffon. The look in her eyes (well, the one that was left) stared at her with hatred and anger.

"You stupid egghead! I hope you die just like me! No, even worse! You numb skulled piece of..." The griffon was silenced by a scream, her own. Pinkie closed her eyes and wept softly as she dragged the knife down the chest and midsection area of Gilda. Painfully, she dug the knife a bit deeper when Gilda gave a blood curdling shout. The walls were somehow made soundproof, so nopony could hear her. Despite Pinkie's wishes. She paused momentarily and wept a little harder, but quickly took the knife and swept it sideways. Then up... then back to the side. The chest of the griffon fell, exposing the organs of the creature. Pinkie nearly vomited, the smell was horrendous. Closing her eyes, she gulped and reached inside...

10 Minutes Later...

Pinkie pulled out the heart and collapsed to the ground sobbing. That was horrible, she felt terrible. She had just killed someone! But... she was saving so may others! That had to account for something... right? Pinkie sniffed and looked up, seeing the stallion smiling. he gave a satisfactory sigh, and nodded.

"I knew you had it in you. Ponyville stands another day. Now, your next test will be in a week, be ready." He says as he helps her to her hooves. Trembling, Pinkie looks back to the now empty body of the griffon. Gilda, who used to alive and well just 1 hour and 22 minutes ago... was now dead...Pinkie looked to the ground and wept silently as the stallion rounded up the griffon's organs and licked his lips.

"I've always wanted to try a griffon..."