//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 // Story: Yandere Pinkamena // by Goldstar //------------------------------// “Good evening Twilight, I want you to kiss me on the lips,” Pinkamena ordered. Yet another loop and Pinkamena is still surprising me between greeting me, stabbing me, and whatever else she comes up with. Part of me just wants to take the knife instead of kissing her. I could never love a monster like this. She suddenly kisses me and without really thinking, I just embrace it, let it run its course. She fully pulls back. “Yummy! You got anymore of that?” “I... well... yes?” Why did I say that? A desire to stay alive despite how my deaths don’t last? “Yippee! Let’s go for round two!” This time the kiss is even longer. Why do I feel lightheaded from this? Surely that’s not how kisses are supposed to go? And yet, despite her forced kiss, I would be lying if I didn’t say at least a part of that felt good. What am I thinking? I’m not in love with her, I wasn’t even in love with Pinkie either. Just because my body was forced to react in a way doesn’t mean I want more of that feeling. Make up your mind! One moment you want to make out kissing, the other moment you want to stab me. If I ever get out of this, I need to feel what a healthy romantic relationship is like. If this truly isn’t Pinkie, I hope I can still like the actual Pinkie after this. But it’ll be so hard to not be reminded of whatever this is. While I have her baking me sweets, I’m going to think back to what I can finally remember. So, Elements of Harmony, laugher, Pinkie Pie. Her behaviors seem to all share the objective of making ponies laugh and smile. So no matter what laws of physics she breaks or how much she bends reality to her will, this all comes back down to making ponies laugh. Alright, I think I might be onto something here. Even this stabby, needy Pinkamena is trying to make me happy when she isn’t upset enough at me to kill me. With this newfound information, what should I do with it, attempt another escape? Perhaps attempt to reason with Pinkamena? That still sounds like an almost impossible task. My one escape attempt that worked was calling her out on her awful behaviors. And yet since then that hasn’t worked again because of Pinkie Sense, according to her. She’s not been all that forth coming when I asked her about that too. When she was, it hardly made sense anyway. Pinkie Sense is one of the very few times the scientist in me had to conclude that I cannot gather enough reliable data to come to a satisfying conclusion. But now, I may be forced to finish this. What will finally end this loop if it can end? What haven’t I tried yet? I haven’t tried reading the books in the library that last time I checked them. They all seem to be titled specifically for the situation I’m in. Perhaps I’ll check inside. I also have not fully explored this building yet. There are three locked doors in total and I can’t get anywhere close to opening them without her getting all stabby happy. There is one other option. I take her out, not out on a date, but ending her. What would happen if I somehow managed to kill her? Will it restart the loop? Perhaps end the loop? And what if it’s the real Pinkie Pie after all? But how am I able to kill her? Of course, I need to get her knife. But the question is how so? She pulls it out of her mane and I’m pretty sure I have no way of accessing whatever is in there on my own. So, I’ll need to grab it from her while she has it out. But that also poses issues. She is faster and stronger than me, so I’ll have to outsmart her. Pinkie Sense might get in the way as if I didn’t have enough problems. In spite of it all, I can’t even be completely sure this is a time loop with how Pinkamena seems to have a limited degree of remembering stuff between loops and how her behavior somewhat varies each loop. Way for her reality breaking behavior to be against me. I want to laugh at silly Pinkie Pie, but this is my survival at state here. I want the real Pinkie Pie back. I’ll check out the books. How did I not do this for so long now? I’m Twilight Sparkle, book pony, among many other things of course. Am I losing my identity here? Or perhaps I’m too focused on this situation to focus on the books? I’ll look inside one of them. Twilight loves Pinkamena and Pinkamena loves Twilight. Twilight loves Pinkamena and Pinkamena loves Twilight. Twilight loves Pinkamena and Pinkamena loves Twilight. Is this really the whole book? Flipping through the pages, this just repeats. In what is probably the most brutal I have ever been to a book, I throw it against a wall. “You feeling okay Twily?” Pinkamena asked. “I can’t believe it! Books are supposed to have actual content in them.” Let’s see another book. Fun is infinite. Repeats. Next book. Twilight maxes out my happiness values every single day. Next. TwiPie is the purest form of love. Excuse me, what? “Pinkamena, TwiPie?” “That’s our couple name. I would love to eat actual pies called TwiPie. Doesn’t it sound so cute and tasty?” “I guess so.” “You don’t seem well from reading these books.” She actually looks concerned. “How can I be? They’re all full with one sentence repeated. What’s going on with that?” “To show you don’t need books anymore when you have me. I can be your everything good.” “You can’t just take away my hobbies. It’ll be like taking animals away from Fluttershy or permanently removing Rainbow Dash’s wings.” “I already did Twily.” I’m getting really frustrated. Who did this to me?! Who put me in this time loop?! If I ever get out, I’m going to have some serious words, and probably punishments like stone imprisonment to all involved. “Twilight, are you feeling okay...” “Shut up!” Now I really got her attention. “I’m so sick of you and your so-called love. You’re sick in the head. I don’t know who or what you are, but I am tired of all of this! The last major event I recall was my brother’s wedding and driving the Changlings out. I just want to get back to my life already! I will never ever love a monster like you no matter how much you try to force me to! You’re so one dimensional! Twily this, love that. And if I don’t love you back, you kill me. You’re even worse than Discord and Queen Chrysalis.” The tension has everything else at a standstill. Pinkie has her jaw impossibly large right now, well possible for her. “Do you not understand what I’ve done for you, for us?! I made this home for us. I packed everything we’ll ever need for the rest of our lives. You wouldn’t know love if it slapped you in the face, like if it turned into a creature and slapped you. And TwiPie, TwiPie! Do I literally need to ring enough bells? And for your information we’re all two dimensional except the Timberwolves. You are...” I slap her in the face at this point. Her eyes are now glowing red. “Just for that, you will suffer. I will break you and when you bag for mercy, I will say no. And then I will bake your bloody remains and feed them to you!” She pulls out her knife, as expected. I try to wrestle it out of her grip. “Just let me handle everything! But you couldn’t just let me handle this, no, you had to get all crazy in the brain. I’m not crazy, I’m fueling myself with what I desire, us together.” She starts stabbing me in the chest. “I will kill you to death at a pace that would get Tank to say that’s too slow. I will carve my cutie mark next to yours.” She’s got me pinned down and I can barely focus with this pain. With a burst of adrenaline, I manage to grab her knife and try to stab her with it. “You’re too slow! I can’t risk you doing that again, so say nighty night to me.” Then a stab between the eyes... Another loop. “Hello Twily, what’s got you so tensed?” “You.” “Awe... what would cheer you up?” At least she can look legit worried, even if inside that might not be how she’s really feeling. “We’re lovers, surely you can trust me to at least see the rest of our home? No secrets between us right?” “I dunno Twily.” “Why not, what’s wrong?” “I know we’re as close as any ponies can be, yet...” She starts to get tear eyed. “If you knew everything about me, you might not love me anymore.” “What’s so bad?” Aside from forcing me into this, among other things. “I rather you just leave even if it’ll mean a broken heart for me. I should rename myself to Broken Heart and change my cutie mark to such by cutting mine out and drawing in a new one. I couldn’t show you the other two locked rooms, otherwise I would have to kill you.” If you had even the slightest idea of how little of a threat that is right now. Wait, what do I do? Escape again? Try to find out what these hidden rooms are? “Come on, show me these secrets. I promise I’ll love you regardless.” “Pinkie Promise?” I do the expected motions of one. “You asked for it!” She opens one of the locked doors. Inside is a bed room. On the bed is... Pinkie Pie? Poofy mane and all... Pinkamena stabbed me in the back! “I hope you don’t become a ghost to spread this secret. I should change my name to Broken Heart now. Wait, I’ve got other ideas. Lonely Pie. But pies shouldn’t be lonely except when they’re not being eaten. Maybe all these sweets are alive and desiring a new home instead of us. I know you’re bleeding out but pay attention to me! Dying is no reason to be rude you know. Ah, we could have done so much more together. I know, I’ll find a necromancer to bring you back.” Dying... “And if anypony asks, I’ll be completely honest in how I killed you. I wouldn’t be a liar. I should take a bath before I become Stinkie Pie. Blood is really messy you know...”