It was so unfair.
Pinkie watched as Hunter went into the room wih the mask. Tears were still streaming from her eyes, only made worse by the fact that she knew that her only friend might die.
She jumped onto the desk near the observation glass, much to the annoyance of the human seated in a chair next to it. She leaned against the window, her snout and front hooves pressed against it.
Suddenly, she heard a strange voice.
"You're a new interrogator. Aren't people of your rank usually my host?" it asked. Pinkie assumed it was the mask talking.
She heard Hunters' voice, strong and steady, speak.
"Special case today. You get to be interviewed by someone of my rank," he said.
"Oh goodie, this will be interesting! Why don't you tell me about what it's like being a D-Class?" the mask said, leaning forward.
"I got a special somepony waiting for me out there, so cut the small talk. I wanna get this done quickly," Hunter said bluntly.
Pinkie felt fresh tears fall as she heard those words being said, along with a slight blush. She had never been called a 'special somepony' before, and even though she knew he probably didn't mean it romantically, it still left her with butterflies in her stomach.
"How rude! I try to have a conversation, and you interrupt me? Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now," it said, the room flashing as it leaned forward threateningly.
Pinkie accidentally cried out in fear, pressing her body against the glass as if she could just phase through it to get to Hunter. Several humans gave her a strange look. She looked around at them.
"Well? Somepony do something! Help him!" she cried out unhappily.
Receiving no response, she turned back to the glass, silently praying for Hunter to be safe.
Hunter was scared. He didn't think that the mask would be this hostile towads him. He had to do something, and fast.
"Look, I didn't mean it like that. I just have somepony watching that I promised something to, a promise to stay safe," he said, gesturing towards the window.
"Oh, how cute," the mask said, leaning back.
Crossing the arms of its' host, the mask stared at him for a moment.
"Hmph. Fine. I'll let it slide for now," it said, dismissively waving a hand. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Ask your questions before I change my mind."
Hunter breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort.
Pinkie saw the mask lean back and nigh collapsed with relief. Thank Celestia that Hunter was safe.
She heard Hunter speak, her ears perking up.
"Ok, so I need to ask you some questions about your past, according to this piece of paper," he said, picking up the paper in question.
"Yes, yes, I noticed, now hurry up. You're boring me, and when I get bored, I get annoyed," the mask said.
'That mask sounds like Discord, back when he wasn't reformed,' Pinkie thought.
"Ok, ok. First question... Do you consider yourself a living organism?" Hunter asked, beginning a long stream of questions, which lasted for several hours.