Deflated mane and dull colors. Joy was taken away from this pony and replaced with depression. Was once a successful party thrower, however, heartbroken because her friends abandoned her. Pinkamena Diane Pie received the untold truth behind them straight from a young dragon’s mouth. Was it true? Did they disapprove of Pinkie’s parties?
Being alone is what she hated the most, she never wanted to be abandoned. Could she find a revolution for this? Probably. The first thing she tried, grabbed random inanimate objects around her kitchen as her “guests” and invented a party for them. Did it work? No. It drove her insane.
“Of course, you can have more punch, Mr. Turnip.”
Had to speak for her guests, which was not fun. Although she crafted this party herself and had friends by her side, it didn’t feel the same. Can’t expect the only breathing soul to enjoy a party with the same experience as having their old friends. They all rejected her invitation for what? A hangout at Applejack’s without Pinkie? For whatever reason, their desertion got their harmony kicking the turnip bucket.
“I’m not gonna speak to them ever again! They don’t deserve to come to my parties!”
However, she couldn’t manage her solitude, partially wanting her precious friends back, yet still ain’t gonna atone. Elements contradicting each other, a volleyball passing back and forth in her temple. What does she want? Years of solitude or befriending her decliners?
“Cruel, I know. All I wanted to do is end my solitude. But after they declined my invitations and I discovered the truth, I no longer wish to even see them anymore.”
Is there a way out of this? That’s the small query for a complex complication. What could she do? Continue aching in her solitude? Go back to her friends? Revenge for abandonment? Hang on, that last one is probably most thought of. But how? How could she seek vengeance?
While she focused on that inquiry, her left cheek felt the flat facet of the party table, featuring a few appetizers, utensils and more party props. She noticed a kitchen knife on the side. Originally, its application was to cut the cake, but Pinkie believed she’s found the answer she was looking for.
“Perhaps I could solve both plights at once. It’ll require some execution, but it's gonna formulate.”
Liking her plan, she immediately began planting the preparations. Knowing for a fact that one of her five mares ought to fetch her, Pinkamena turned off the lights and opened her basement as she brought the knife down. Everywhere, it’s dark and a little eerie. Soon, a few additions will be applied and then hopefully, it’s a success for her.
“Just needs a little bit of decorating. Where did I put that crimson red spray paint?”
Just needed to add the finishing touches to crafting the party at Sweet Apple Acres for their one particular friend. Fluttershy and Rainbow displayed the banner, Rarity added the streamers, Applejack made the pies and Twilight monitored her checklist, more than once.
“Alright, let’s go over the list once more. Do we have everything set up?”
“You asked that question for the sixth time already, Twi. Seriously, you’re the queen of repetition.”
Rainbow Dash protested, getting annoyed by Twilight’s repetitive inquiry. As if she’s a broken record that plays the same tune every 5 minutes. One more replay and she might consider going anywhere with her. Rarity thought this creation was concluding.
“Looking at this layout, I believe that we’re close to done. Party should be up in a minute now, darling.”
“Are you sure? This needs to be perfect for Pinkie.”
The lavender unicorn informed the fabulous unicorn, plus everypony at her attention. Rainbow commented on her efforts.
“You always strive for perfection. You sextuple checked everything.”
“Pinkie would love what we created for sure.”
Fluttershy agreed. Being optimistic about her friend’s esteem. What could ruin these mares’ thriving plans and become severe?
“Well, if you think so, then it’s time for the moment of truth. Could somepony escort her?”
“Leave it to me!”
Rainbow insisted before dashing out of the barn to find Pinkie, she’s almost certain her friend’s at Sugarcube Corner. Applejack had one apprehension to apply though.
“Don’t ya think Pinkie mighta neglect even goin’ here? Ya know, ‘cause she didn’t know about this and we ain’t comin’ to her ‘afterparty’.”
“She’ll come around. Once we show her what we’ve done, or explain why we did it, she’ll revamp. I’m sure of it.”
“Ah just hope you’re right.”
Of course, this was Rainbow’s umpteenth visit to her friend’s bakery, so she evidently knew the route of flight from Applejack’s to Pinkie’s. She arrived at her destination 10 seconds flat like she always does, looking forward to revealing the secret project they’ve been inventing for this pony.
The front door exhibited a sign with the word ‘CLOSE’ and true, no one’s here ordering cupcakes. Odd, opening hours usually run until their meal breaks. The Cakes were absent delivering deliveries ordered for their doors, so their assistant should be taking over the job unless she’s absent too. Despite the unusual circumstances, Dash inclined towards conventionally knocking on the door.
“Pinkie Pie! Why don’t you come with me over to Sweet Apple Acres?”
Normally, you’d hear an immediate response from the locals. Unfortunately, that’s not the case here as none is being said, she waited for a few seconds, maybe five, but no answer. Huh, Rainbow began guessing possible logical reasons why this transpired. Pinkie could be playing with Gummy, she could be sleeping, maybe she’s outside making ponies happy which made going here pointless. However, Rainbow would prefer to focus on the bakery door first before flying around town to look for one pink mare.
“Hey, this is Rainbow Dash you’re hearing. Are you in there? I wanna show you something cool.”
Still no response. Could she not hear her because of what she’s doing? Hmm, that might be it. Busting into a house without permission is slightly rude, but hey, it’s her friend’s residence and she’ll forgive her. As Pinkie’s friend who loves to be her bestie, she would never give punishments just for smashing her doors.
Before crashing into the window or whatever, Dash decided to check if the door’s locked. Typically, it should if Pinkie’s outside, preventing thieves from robbing their cash. Weirdly enough, the door could move, but if the door was unlocked, unless she’s just forgotten about it, then Pinkie’s inside. However, the lobby is dark, in fact, everything is dark. The only source of illumination beaming was from the opened door and transparent windows, that’s it. Now, it got mysterious, Rainbow suspected this is the work of Pinkie. She’s beginning to believe it’s just a prank she prepared.
“Pinkie, I hope you’re just pulling a prank on me, ‘cause I’m beginning to get a little nervous. I know you’re here, you wouldn’t leave this bakery and forget to close the stable door. What the hay is going on?”
It seemed like a bad idea, but she chose to investigate just to search for her. She tolled the bell on the buffet just in case Pinkie decided to pop up or something, but her appearance did not show up. Continuing the exploration, she went upstairs to the second floor searching for Pinkie. Lights were turned off in the bedroom and not a single pony was found sleeping.
There’s one room in particular that caught her attention. It looked like a party, perhaps Pinkie’s planned Gummy’s afterparty. However, it didn’t look fun. Common props for a party like balloons, cake and plastic utensils were propped, but then the bizarre stuff came into view: a mound of rock, a pail of turnips, a bag of grind wheat and a ball of fleece, all of those wearing party hats.
“What kind of party is this? Using inanimate objects as guests? Pinkie can be weird and all, but I didn’t think she was this weird. What has she been doing for the past 30 minutes?”
No sign of Pinkie here. Granted, she may not have checked everywhere, but it’s getting ridiculous. Rainbow expressed to exit Sugarcube Corner through the front door, she planned to spread the atypical information to Twilight and the others. Before even touching the door, Rainbow noticed one area she didn’t check: the basement.
She has never been to the bakery’s cellar, reason being never told to go down there. Then again, she’s never been told to scrutinize the attic either and the only basement she’s ever visited was in Twilight’s. But the fact that it’s left open was suspicious enough to get Rainbow’s attentiveness.
If some threshold is mysteriously ajar, somepony must’ve exited through it. Pinkie should be down in the basement, for some reason. What could be under the bakery that got her the need to stay there? Not an easy riddle to solve. However, that doesn’t stop Rainbow from snooping in the cellar for that poofy-hair mare. First view into the passage to the underground room, it’s dark like all the other areas, but darker the deeper this pegasus descends.
“Pinkie? Why do you have to be in the dark? Are you trying to scare me? If so, I can tell you it’s working. This is creepy and I’m terrified. Not always the valiant pony, you know?”
Felt her blue fur stood on end, it was so black at the bottom she could barely spot another door as her heartbeat throbbed rapidly. Pushed that door and revealed the entrance to the basement, but what’s in store for the exhibition isn’t what Dash anticipated. Although everything is still pitch black, there’s some faint roof light shining on a decorated table.
Looked like a table accessorized for parties. There’s another festivity happening here too? Unlike the other celebration, guests are absent and hadn’t come. Who could Pinkie be expecting? But there was something else in the frame, one thing both horrifying and traumatic. The wall behind the furniture features a message written in crimson-red, a pigment that closely resembles blood, displayed a capitalized sentence, “YOU CAUSED THIS”
Reading that sentence didn’t feel good, a split-second sense of augury. If that wasn’t creepy enough, light has faded behind her instantly as the loud slam of a door occurred that shocked Rainbow to absolute magnitude. This caused her to turn around for attention, the exit to the surface is no longer accessible. However, nopony was in view in the case that somepony’s responsible as if a ghost was the cause. Panicked, she scrambled trying to open the door, but unlike the main entrance, it’s unfortunately very locked tight.
“Wait! No no no no! I don’t like this, Pinkie! Why are you trying to scare me like this? What are you doing to me? Can you please stop this?”
Finally, a response from this magenta pony, except it didn’t sound friendly. The only high-pitch voice the pegasus got was neither an agreement, nor an answer, nor any chat, but maniacal laughter. A sudden baleful cackle prompted Dash’s attention to look behind her, but the source of the guffawing was nowhere to be seen.
“Pinkie, I know you're here. Please stop the horror and you will come with me to see something awesome.”
Rainbow begged as she nervously walked towards the middle of the room where it happens. Silent hoofsteps came from behind her but unable to hear or notice. Drew closer and closer to her blue flank, but keeping unnoticeable until these hoofsteps have done their deed. She gripped onto a shiny, sharp blade and raised it high to penetrate the pegasus’s barrel.
Through flesh, through muscle, through the ribs, through vital organs and blood oozing out the fresh wound. Rainbow with her wide-eyed expression as she felt the cold metal inside her body, took a few milliseconds until she finally experienced the agony and screamed. Collapsed onto her right flank after the sudden puncture to notice Pinkie Pie pinning her down and substantially holding down the knife against the wound.
“P-Pinkie? I-is that you?”
Noticed she looked different than what Dash saw back at the barn. Instead of poofy-maned, she’s straight-maned. Kept that smile upon her muzzle like usual, but unlike usual, unfortunately, more sinister. Pinkie seemed to wickedly relish this while the pegasus doesn’t.
“Hey, Dashie. I prefer to be called Pinkamena, thank you very much!”
Adding emphasis on that last word followed by an instantaneous drag of the blade an inch for a bigger cut.
“Ah! What the hay! What’s gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?! You know what’s gotten into me!”
She couldn’t escape Pinkie’s physical force, which was unexpected due to Rainbow’s athletic competence presumed comparison to this party connoisseur. The knife inching slowly but violently towards the heart. Never gets better with every incision made, more gore pouring discoloring the floor.
“Argh! I…I don’t know! Stop giving me confusing riddles!”
“You’ve never liked my parties, have you?”
Inquired this pink equine as she extracted the knife from Dashie’s body, attempting to recall her reason for her friend’s solitude.
“W-what? Who says we don’t-“
An abrupt cut in dialogue as the torturer amputated one of the pegasus’s wings, the loss of the most important part of this species is excruciating and unsettling.
“Spike told me. He said, ‘Your friends are all lying to you and avoiding you 'cause they don't like your parties and they don't want to be your friends anymore!’, straight from the dragon’s mouth!”
So determined she found the truth from a little dragon who’s been around the supervisor of the six. At that point, she realized that Pinkie made a false assumption and Rainbow’s fate is being recorded now.
“What?! No! That’s not true!”
“Don’t lie to me!”
Pinkamena exclaimed as she pierced the weapon through the wound again. There’s no escape from this fate, no chance of freedom, no mercy from this inconsistent pony, every time the victim persuades, always gets ignored.
“Argh! I…I can explain. Please, let me reveal the secret we’ve hidden from you.”
“No need, I already figured it out. I just couldn’t believe you concealed this information about you and all the others.”
She’s done for, it’s over. Such a vicious murderer won’t listen to what her victim’s gonna say or confess. Pinkie couldn’t have known about Rainbow’s friendly party invitation as she continued to tug her knife through every organ on the way towards the nucleus every emphasis in her last line. Blade being a centimeter away from the most crucial organ to abide.
Her heart was pounding in panic as her lungs weren’t functioning. Felt her life slowly fading away and her soul slowly being transferred to the kingdom of angels. Yet, with difficulty, her last words came out before her demise.
“Y-you…will…soon…regret…this.”
Rainbow Dash gave a slow five-word caution, hoping that she’ll realize what she’s done sooner or later and hopefully never. Pinkamema, however, doubted that.
“I’m sure I won’t.”
As she pronounced those final words to say to her obsolete friend. She lifted the knife off the incision and hovered it over the blue skin covering the heart. Unafraid to do such a violent act, her twisted mind came to her as she smiles at a sudden thrust down directly into…
It’s been approximately 5 minutes since the speedy pony with sky blue wings departed from the barn. Bulbs are still off waiting for their party horse to arrive and give surprise, but alas, the doors hadn’t swung.
That’s weird, Rainbow should’ve found her by now due to her breakneck speed. Maybe Pinkie was not found at home, but if that’s the case, where and what for? What happened to her, or those two if preferred?
“Rainbow should’ve been back by now.”
“Oh dear, what do you think happened to her, Twilight.”
Fluttershy asked anxiously, pondering about what could go south?
“I don’t know, I just hope they’re okay. We have been waiting for them longer than anticipated, perhaps somepony has to go and search around Ponyville for them, ensuring their safety.”
By that decree, her friends delayed volunteering, as if they have a sensation that interfering may lead to bad outcomes since they had no clue about Rainbow’s disappearance. Seeing that nopony is brave enough to step forward, the mare in a stetson decided to perform the request.
“Ah’ll find ‘em.”
Applejack only presumed that it’s just a normal task and perhaps her usual penalty on Dash for taking so long and a lame excuse. Little did she know, it’s gonna be more abnormal than she anticipated.
“Are you certain about this, darling? We don’t have any info on where Rainbow or Pinkie ended up, you might disappear the same way as them! What if…”
“Rare, Ah’m gonna be fine. Ah promise ya, our friends are alive and well, nothing’s gonna happen to me. Ah’ll be back lickity-split.”
“Please do be back in under 5 minutes, or we would be very worried about you.”
That was a promise she cannot fail to backstab. Applejack left her fruit farm unaccompanied in search of two of her good friends. Unlike the robust pegasus, doesn’t feature any feathers and is unable to fly, therefore didn’t take seconds, it took about 2 minutes to reach her destination. Being calm by walking, not running, thought not to rush even for a second because it’s just a simple pick-up, or so she thought.
The path to the bakery ain’t hard to follow, been there several times. First time she was told to come was to bake with half deafness. When the southern pony arrived, the door of Sugarcube Corner has left ajar, but the interior of the patisserie didn’t recruit for illumination. Eerie, yet have to enter to look for two mares.
“Huh, didn’t think it’s gonna be this elaborate. Maybe Rarity was right and ah didn’t believe her.”
She turned her muzzle in all directions, Applejack making note of her surroundings despite the darkness. Familiarizing with the ordinary objects while originally being here, like the property’s counter, delicious desserts, furniture and ornamentation. But when she noticed an opened door, something tells her to look where there was downstairs.
“Did RD find Pinkie in the basement? Why would she be in the basement?”
Applejack decided to descend to the cellars. Her friend likely went on the descent, for what exactly? Her decision comes with an unknown outcome, perhaps it’ll come out alright, but there’s a chance of dire positions.
It’s so black as she stood on the lowest bit of floor and blindly collided her face onto a wooden door. Embarrassing she thought, even though she knew it’s impossible to see in the dark. Making entrance by interacting with the gate of ominousness, into a room that’s just as dark as the darkness in the lobby with limited light from outside.
“Pinkie, ah don’t know what you have done, but whatever it is, ah’m terrified and ain’t likin’ this.”
Applejack proceeded deeper into the shadows while not knowing what she was wandering into. Slowly and nervously, she walked into the rough center of the basement, then suddenly, a light bulb illuminates from the ceiling shining down on a long table, some graffiti in red and revoltingly, the corpse of none other than RD.
“R-Rainbow?! W-what happened to you? Who did this to you?”
The side of Rainbow’s barrel was wounded wide, both of her wings were amputated, her eyelids were shut and her body felt cold with no sign of breathing. Applejack couldn’t believe what she’s seeing right now, her good friend is found dead underneath her other friend’s basement. As she tried to mull over who could’ve done such a thing, her answer’s sneakily approaching her. It’s closing in on her and when near, she spoke.
“I believe I can answer that.”
A familiar voice she thought, but didn’t sound friendly she evoked. Her first reaction to that was to fearfully turn around to face the speaker. She’s aghast to notice Pinkie Pie with a knife raised, she was already prepared for the performance as she thrust it down the instant she…
Another 5 whole minutes elapsed after the earth pony’s leave. Nopony’s returning, at least Applejack should be back by now and displaying news about her forage fail, not remaining where they’re unable to give any information to you.
So far, two out of five ponies were missing and nopony knows how or why. Think of any lucid and logical possibility that could be imagined, but every thought always gets pushed with a contradiction. Could it mean that one needs to envision a ludicrous and irrational possibility? Insane to imagine such imagination, an example would be a friend becoming a villain which wouldn’t occur, of course. Would it?
“What could’ve possibly happened to them? Both of our friends became lost while searching for Pinkie. Is there a reasonable explanation for this state we’re in?”
Twilight panicked about losing another friend without information as to how. If only she knew, at least she would’ve been given some form of news. Considering how few of them are left standing, these circumstances were looking quite grim and fearing the absence of more.
“What if there was a powerful villain who captured our friends into cages? Is that possible?”
“Princess Celestia overlooks all of Equestria, Fluttershy, she would’ve given us a warning if she detects one. It couldn’t be possible that a villain’s nearby.”
Well, no other choice but to summon someone to find Pinkie and the others and escort everypony to the farm without truanting. But with about half the elements of harmony unknown of where they ended up, nopony dares to volunteer. Outcomes unable to arise unless one of three stood up, so humble for her hesitant horses, the spirit of magic decided to investigate the scene herself unaccompanied.
“If nopony wants to volunteer, then I’ll go.”
“What? But, Twilight, what if you don’t come back?”
“You could’ve ended up like them, darling. Might wanna think twice?”
Her allies were apprised of the insight, they were trying to advise Twilight to reconsider abiding under the sky. In light of nopony arriving back alive, frightened for her demise she might fly into. However, this unicorn was not convinced she’s gonna be in any trouble.
“Believe me, nothing bad will happen. An example for your concerns, Pinkie would never harm anypony, otherwise, we’d call her crazy.”
“Twilight, darling, if you don’t come back for another 5 minutes, what will we do?”
An inquiry caught her off guard. What will Rarity and Fluttershy do if she doesn’t come back? Not an easy question to answer, but she’s not even sure there is an answer.
“I…I don’t know, but something’s going on out there and I’m going to find out.”
“Oh, I anticipate that you come back.”
That sets Fluttershy’s expectation, if she does not arrive under the required time, these mares would become extra anxious. Twilight Sparkle begins to make her leave and started galloping towards the town’s sugar shop. Again, since Pinkie’s a close friend, she knows exactly the route to her destination and running on that path took less than 30 seconds before she’s at the door.
Wait a minute, the pink stable door’s lower half is only opened with a little but visible crack. Somepony definitely went in, possibly Rainbow or Applejack. So her friends who were sent did search for Pinkie in her confectionery, but for some reason, they never emerged.
But now Twilight became excited that she saw some sign, but then emotions quickly turned negative by the view of the interior. It’s dark and eerie with no one to turn the bulbs on. The light switch was near the front door, so illuminating the foyer is not a challenge.
“They didn’t even bother to turn the light on? Or am I just missing the bigger picture?”
Nopony was in the first scene, otherwise, she’d left the cake shop right away. Looking high and low for any indication designating a pony life, she spotted an umber door left agape. One would assume the pegasus and earth pony tried to enter it and conformity told the unicorn to go through as well.
The opened door leads to an underground passage, an unlit tunnel to the basement. At the base of the distinguishable staircase is another open door, looks like another dark room through the thin crevasse. Twilight climbed down the steps and intrude into territory. The room was so black that she decided to use magic to illuminate her hoofsteps instead of blindly walking towards a wall for a light switch.
“Hello? Rainbow Dash? Applejack? Pinkie? Anypony here?”
There’s no answer, no respondent echoes. Huh, either they don’t dare to speak up, or they purposefully stayed silent, or for some other unconventional reason. Surely this room of darkness isn’t that big to hide two or three ponies whether to assume Pinkie’s present or absent.
Twilight advanced further into the room, anxious to find out what’s been happening since the group was arranging a cute celebration. At one point, she heard some laughing, but not ordinary pony laughter, more of an evil villain-like hilarity caught behind her and caused her to gradually glance at the open entrance and exit of the room.
Nopony existed behind her. Odd, Twilight insisted she listened for the voice of a mare, except it looked like she imagined it, unless it did exist and it just escaped her vision. This sudden plot in the picture prompted the purple pony perplexed and more panicky.
“Uh, who laughed? Please show yourself.”
She commanded in stutters as the anxious mare had a feeling that she wouldn’t approve of what’s gonna happen. As she felt fear from the non-existent source of laughter, Twilight slowly steps her hooves a couple of centimeters backwards.
Until she made her last step, that was the exact moment when Pinkie Pie comes from above and successfully broke the unicorn’s horn with a blade followed by a loud crack. The amputator smirks at her victim as she enjoyed the awful screaming of Twilight, the affliction of losing the most important piece of bone of her class. No horn, no magic; ceased illumination and making it black in the process.
“W-what? W-was that you, Pinkie P-Pie?”
Finally, the lamps in the room flashed showing Pinkie Pie and Twilight closely face-to-face with each other, too close that the sinister expression on the pink mare’s face shocked the unicorn and threw her back, colliding her head on a table.
“Yup, but call me Pinkamena Diane Pie.”
Pinkie presented her bloody knife as she introduced her full name, a sign that she’s not gonna give Twilight a nice experience. Looking at the blood, she invented new inquiries which invent new inquiries.
“W-wait, what have y-you been doing here? Why are you h-holding a b-bloody knife? H-how did you get your h-hooves on a knife?”
“Hearing your panicky questions makes me laugh. Why don’t you look at the table you cracked your skull on.”
As she rubbed the bruised backside of the brain, she turned her neck to notice the huge bloodstain on the table’s surface and screamed at the disturbing substance.
“Turn to your right to see the excruciatingly exquisite exhibit of your friends, or should I say, ex-friends.”
Some light revealed a wall and Twilight’s sight at the display was extra-disquieting. The wall was painted with more stains of red than the table, with two corpses of distinct ponies, Rainbow Dash and Applejack, both have been dissected very badly.
The pegasus had her barrel completely torn open via a wound the size of the womb, plus one wing subtracted from her complete body structure. The earth pony had her underbelly torn open and over half the number of vital organs were removed, as well as the loss of her hat. Both are breathless and motionless and now there’s a unicorn who just lost the tip of her horn and is unable to use magic to either fight or defend.
“No, how could you? For what reason caused you to-“
In swift movements, Pinkie gashed Twilight’s flank, right where her cutie mark is. Expression changed from sinister to angry as she knew the question she was about to ask.
“Twilight, concealing secrets from me. What’s wrong with my parties, huh? Were all my festivities too bright, too loud, or what?”
“W-what are you t-talking about? Your p-parties were f-fine, fantastic and f-fun. All the g-games, food and ch-chatting, we enjoyed it all, ho-honest.”
Pinkie didn’t like what she heard even though it was the truth in Twilight’s memory. She proceeded to aggressively stab her back, the agony was agonizing but it won’t stop there. The murderer shouted at her face with anger for the belief of her falsities.
“Liar! Your dragon friend told me the truth, I’ve been told he’s by your side all day long, I already suspected he knew the truth. Here I am now eliminating your friends one by one to make sure this doesn’t happen again, but don’t worry, we’ll have one more celebration once this is over!”
Slowly she raised her knife until it’s over her head and quickly thrust the blade down to her body as she at the action and-
5 minutes already elapsed and no sign of a lavender unicorn in view. Rarity and Fluttershy had been lingering long enough to the state where their distress has elevated. Both mares began to panic when realizing they were losing ponies quickly.
“Okay, Fluttershy, calm down. So far, those who attempted to find our one and only Pinkie got lost without a known reason and now we’re left wondering what happened to our friends.”
Rarity loquaciously spoke in a way to show she’s clear and clearly panicky, along with Fluttershy who was jittering in the corner of the barn.
“Apologies for my wails, darling, but I’m freaking out. This. Is. The. Worst. Possible. Thing that could’ve happened!”
She was grasping onto her friend’s coat and shook Fluttershy back and forth until, even though she was still worried, she snapped out of her distress. She pulled out of the unicorn’s hooves and snapped her out as well.
“Rarity, please. You gotta pull yourself together. If we keep panicking, we won’t be going anywhere.”
“Ah, you’re right. Sorry, darling. It’s just that I was promised Twilight’s return, now it’s up to the two of us to work out what’s going on.”
But what should they do? Should they risk summoning one of them to investigate again? It seemed unsafe considering they’ve already lost three ponies to the pink pony search, there’s no chance that one of the two mares is leaving the barn to find her alone.
If one of the two doesn’t attempt to examine or simply surrender to no unearthed info, who knows who will or what’ll happen next? Here’s a question, who says they shouldn’t go with somepony else?
“Why don’t we go together? I mean, if something happens to one of us, the other pony would notice and would be able to report that something.”
“Why, I hadn’t thought of that. But what if we don’t come back and somepony cleans this party before Pinkie even took a glance?”
“We could leave a note behind before we abandon it.”
“Good idea, once I’ve written a notice, we’ll be heading off to Sugarcube Corner.”
Conveniently, Rarity found a square of notepaper, a writing instrument and a sticky strip. She combined them into a memo stuck at the barn’s entrance before leaving for the bakery with Fluttershy beside her.
As the unicorn and the pegasus approach the territory of missing ponies, their nerves began to kick in. Several things can turn south, they can be certain a possibility to end up like those who came before them.
They had the bravery to brave their posture until they reached the porch of the patisserie. Sensed the eerie aura surrounding the building in front of them and a shut door doesn’t make it better, at least the windows were opened showing an unlit lobby.
“How do you feel about this, darling?”
“Um… I have reduced confidence. How about you?”
Rarity sighed before her response. She was not prepared for a rapid heartbeat in her chest, it didn’t seem like anything was about to happen.
“Let’s just be honest, Fluttershy, I’m feeling nervous and freaking out. I wasn’t ready for this!”
“Just breathe and stay strong. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.”
So the mares entered the sugar shop. Even though it was dark, they could see that everything looks to be in place from the previous times they’d visited. Thank Celestia for the light switch works, wandering in the dark is not ideal.
They had the chance to explore the interior and admire the scenery, vibrant colors and pleasant scents around the room made their emotions a slight brighter. Unfortunately, nopony comes to afford them an adored welcome, it felt unwelcoming for the two.
“Foyer’s vacant of ponies, otherwise we could’ve made them leave with us.”
“Then that means they could either be upstairs…or downstairs.”
Concluded Rarity with a voice of tension after a pause as she darted her eyes at the dark hallway behind Fluttershy. The pegasus turned around to see the passage and had a feeling.
“Um, Rarity, you might call me insane, but I bet they were down there.”
“Y-you think so? What gave you that assumption?”
“I got a hunch.”
It’s obvious that the generous mare is scared to investigate and the truth is, however, the gentle mare is also feared. But they were aware there was no other option, it was to go down or do nothing and they can’t do the latter since that’s abandonment.
“We can’t leave a suspicious area unchecked, can we?”
Unconfident, but didn’t lose their lucidity and had decided to descend into black. Luckily, the group had a magic mare with a horn that can glow blue, it’s being smart to light the way and stay close to Fluttershy.
It’s really deep and dark, they took their time until they felt the bottom and Rarity felt the invisible door. The door felt wooden and rough unlike the bakery’s gate whose surface was flatter, it gave her the nerves that serves her distress.
“Why must Sugarcube Corner have a creepy, dark basement?”
She asked before unveiling the room behind the gate. They’ve never been or seen downstairs since they’ve known Pinkie, so what’s underground was beyond what they expected. Lighting wasn’t vivid, barely a shape or writing they could notice ahead. Aura felt eerie in the midst, Rarity and Fluttershy trembling out of control.
Dare them both to amble closer for closer inspection, hopefully, the unicorn’s horn will uncover the blackout curtains. All that it illuminated was a small table with a crimson red facet, no question it being blood. Seeing such fluid, they’d love to find a pot to vomit in. The action was followed by abrupt darkness and a boom from behind, causing an instinct to face backwards frightfully. Then panic.
“D-did the d-door just c-close?”
Not a pony in sight, would’ve been otherwise implicit. Running for the exit, the tailoress pulled the egress as hard as she could to no avail, her friend helped with no luck.
“No no no no! Pinkie, what have you done?”
She queried to the cellar’s ceiling as lamps activated and emit luminescence upon a wall right of the table. It featured corpses of familiar faces, victims of Fluttershy and Rarity’s missing friends wounded worse than a timberwolf ambush. Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Twilight Sparkle had their horsey torsi knifed on different sides plus some medium cuts. Only one word can describe them: dead.
Before they can start wailing, another illumination revealed a red omen that read “YOU CAUSED THIS”. A message that meant danger, both weren’t safe.
“P-pinkie Pie, c-come out, d-darling. I d-don’t l-like this!”
Laughter came from the shadows to respond, it sounded manic like a maniac. Questions they have, yet to acquire some answers to: What has she done? What did she do to her friends? Why is she playing Halloween? Why must these questions exist?
Scared were they, Rarity and Fluttershy, but that’s what’s boosting the perpetrator’s cruel joy. Even though the needlemare’s horn is glowing, still they’re blind to see what’s coming. Fast movements, couldn’t defend, a split millisecond of a menacing pink pony holding a blade and attacking.
Her magic faded to black with the sound of skin penetration, there’s a steel knife in her windpipe. Gagging and cannot breathe or scream as cold metal was blocking oxygen from respiration, Rarity’s blood painted the weapon and Fluttershy became the pony screaming. Pinkamena’s voice was apparent, about to account for things.
“Good to see you two again, Rarity, Fluttershy.”
Rarity couldn’t retaliate, Fluttershy was too panicky to speak. There’s no point anticipating a reply from anypony. The unicorn had minutes to learn something before passing away.
“You see, I really don’t like secrets, nopony likes secrets, don’t you agree? Today, I’ve been told that my friends don’t actually like my parties.”
The pegasus knew what she was talking about, she’s concurrently unsure though. She was only aware of loving Pinkie’s parties, not hating them. Slow was her acknowledgement, more had to be mentioned.
“Oh, you’re my friends. All of this was to provide all of you with a lesson, a punishment and a solution. All of this to make sure you won’t make the same mistake again, and who’s better at no mistakes than someone dead?”
Anypony who has that conclusion in mind is reckoned insane, not random. That’s not how Pinkie’s supposed to be remembered, is she really the real pink pony they knew and loved, or has she always been this mad? Her next line was after a press on the handle stimulating Rarity’s pain, drops flowing out her eyes by it.
“Once I’m done, Fluttershy, Rarity, I’ll host not just an afterparty, an after-death party, and the best one for your corpses.”
Pinkamena extracted the blade from the unicorn’s oesophagus allowing blood to excrete down and drowning her lungs. Meanwhile, Fluttershy couldn’t afford to die in the hooves of this murderous mare, she couldn’t let her body be used that way. Using all her might, she transmitted all her strength to her rear hooves, bucked the door and prayed that it's enough to break the lock. Lucky, the exit was revealed, now escape!
“No! Come back here!”
As Fluttershy hastily ran up the basement stairs, Pinkie chucked her knife towards the pegasus, it stabbed her leg vertically and screamed faintly in pain. Whilst sprinting, she managed to remove the weapon, tossed it down the stairs and continued running past the foyer and out the main exit and hid, ignoring the agony she could feel. The hostile party couldn’t set hoof into Celestia’s light if she doesn’t want to get noticed.
“Curse you, Fluttershy!”
Pinkie shouted in the distance.
“Oh well, four out of five is not perfect, but not bad. I know where you live! I’ll get you someday!”
Fluttershy hid behind the nearest village house with one ear up, heart racing via the nightmare that just occurred, it wasn’t a nightmare. The killer went back inside, the survivor, in the meantime, wondered about decisions. Her idea was to never tell anypony what she witnessed, never approach Sugarcube Corner and hope for good-hearted Pinkie Pie.
“Dear, Pinkie. Realize what you’ve done, please. We need the real Pinkie back.”
One might comment a deed is overwrought, they’d call a murderer inanely insane. Vile and cruel Pinkamena’s mind went, the stage was stationed like a jamboree in the cellar made for guests deceased.
A pile of humeri and femora perched in a corner, four corpses stuffed and stitched like dolls positioned on chairs at a long rectangular table and decorations with a slightly dark hue, all combined with dimmed lighting and a daunting aura. How she’s comfortable with how she played seemed indelicate.
“You girls kinda missed the last party, but fortunately, I’ve decided to start a second one today in case you decided yourself.”
“You know what? Ah admit. This is by far the best party you’ve thrown!”
Quoted Pinkie with a southern accent imitating Applejack as she controlled her friend’s gesticulation. Somewhere in nirvana, the ghost of that corpse wouldn’t appreciate that.
“May I have some more of that cake, darling?”
She imitated the pre-fashionista, in a high-pitched transatlantic voice.
“Of course, we’ll empty the whole bakery if we have to.”
“Shame Fluttershy’s not with us, she’s missing out.”
Dashie’s turn to be forced into conversating, she would be punching the pink pony in the face right now if she’s alive.
“Yeah, don’t worry I’ll fetch her next time.”
“When should we do this to make you satisfied?”
Finally, a voice for Twilight Sparkle, not something she would ask ever for.
“We can do this every day, Twilight. We will do this every day.”
Pinkie answered como un loco, repeating her reply in a nefarious tone. Afterwards, a burst of laughter crescendoed until it was petrifying to listen to. Poor pony unbeknownst of her behavior and the consequences that come with it, pray that remorse and regret hidden within her will haunt her the next day. Does she have the morality for her measures?
To be continued…