(Sigh....I bring this chapter up as canon, I get people squealling. I take it down, replace it with another chapter, and people ask where it went. I put it back up, and give a BIG warning and everyone starts yapping about how I'm patting myself on the back for something that's "not so scary."
Let's just rename it and do a tiny tweak that makes it technically part of the original story. This is my final compromise. Seriously, stop bothering me about this.)
Before we begin, I have an announcement to make.
Like Chapters 4-6, this Chapter reenacts the events of Cupcakes. Although Pinkie’s experience with her own darkness lead her through the horrors of two out of four phases of the full torture from the fic (and one of those was skipped due to Pinkie’s lack of wings), it was done alongside Rainbow Dash desperately trying to break into the Grove, giving readers some hope. This isn’t QUITE going to be the case for the event chapter.
Considering my options, I have concluded that you, my loyal fans, have suffered enough.
In lue of reenacting the full horror of Cupcakes, I have decided to simply paraphrase the torture that are seen in this chapter. This still might not be enough to protect the most sensitive readers, but they can safely use the additional “Cliffnotes only” G-rated chapter I’ve uploaded along with this update.
This Cliff notes chapter will give you all the important plot information without any traumatizing scenes at all. So now, not only has this chapter been replaced its hardcore violence with vague references, but you don’t even need to read anything even vaguely referencing that.
I’ve also taken notice of how some have said the story is hard to follow in places. To clarify what’s going on, I’ve decided to write the chapter in such a way as it is obvious what every character, especially Dark Dash, is thinking and where it is she’s coming from. I was going to put off explanations for a later chapter and leave the audience in suspense, but….that might be causing undue stress to the readership.
Anyway, The cliff notes version of this chapter is completely safe for sensitive children all over the internet!
Just hit the back button and look for the Chapter titled- *IS SHOT WITH TRANQUILIZER DART OUT OF A BLOWGUN MADE FROM A HALLOWED OUT UNICORN HORN WEILDED BY A PINK EARTH PONY. The author collapses!*
“Whew! That was a close one!” *deletes G-rated cliff notes chapter* “Don’t worry everypony, I’m going to make sure that this chapter is lots and lots of Fun. Hey, where are all you going? I already locked the door you sillies!”
*Warning: the Back button to your internet browser has been wired to explode. There is no way out.*
“Ah-hem….Now, I KNOW you aren’t the kind of HeArTlEsS, mOnStEr ThAt WoUlD gO aNd AbAnDoN dAsHiE jUsT bEcAuSe ThInGs GoT a TeEnY tInY bIt ScArY, ArE yOu?”
“ARE YOU!?”
“…..Just kidding! Geez, you bronies need to lighten up. I mean, if I was going to do something, your room would already be filled with DeAdLy NeUrOtOxIn.”
“Kidding! My Neurotoxin isn’t deadly! It just gives you funny, funny dreams. See?” *motions over to unconscious author*
No… not the cockroaches…I’m sorry I broke your flowerpot…I’ll get you another one, I’ll eat less, I’ll do anything…just please…don’t lock me in there with the cockroaches…
“Well, Xaossie sounds like he’s having fun! Oh! I have an idea!”
*the pony squishes a cockroach, and sprinkles its remains in little shards all over the sleeping author’s hair and clothes*
“Now, on with the show!”
The Dark Side
A My Little Pony fanfic by some unconscious person.
Chapter 11
All was Darkness.
All was pitch black nothingness.
She slept a dreamless sleep. Not aware of anything in the world. If one were listening to her thoughts, they might be inclined to ponder, just from the silence, if she was dead.
A flicker of consciousness began to decipher the sensations it felt. Her back muscles were sore and uncomfortable, it is was probably this discomfort that caused her to awaken. She felt warm on top, but cold on bottom, like she had been wrapped on. She thought she smelled the scent of some kind of polish…wait….wait…what WERE all these strange, barely noticeable smells?
Also…why was her mouth starting to feel sore?
She felt something huge and rubbery in her mouth, and she tried to spit it out, but all she wound up doing was drooling on herself.
Then, Rainbow Dash opened her eyes.
In a dark room, there was the oddest thing lying on top of a nearby table. It looked like a some kind of arts and crafts project. It was painted some sort of pastel color, its shape slightly triangular, a pointy end facing Dash. It had round indentions that reminded her of… eye sockets!
It was a skull…a griffin skull.
Gaping at the sight, Rainbow suddenly noticed that she was standing vertically, which probably explained where her neck was so sore. As she tried to move, she realized that she was restrained in something. Her wings and forelegs were wrapped up in a straightjacket. Additionally, her entire body was tied up to something heavy. She had been gagged.
Rainbow suddenly remembered. What she was doing. Who brought her here.
She looked to her left, where the only light in the room was coming from. There were the faintest blue rays reflecting off the midday sky, out of a window that was covered with a heavy curtain. The blue rays shot from only the top half of the concealed window, implying that where Rainbow was, she was partially underground. This notion in of itself didn’t sit well with Rainbow, who thrived in the freedom of the sky.
And speaking of things not sitting well with her….she was noticing more skulls. Pony skulls, wearing party hats. But something was…odd about the texture of those hats. They seemed…smooth, but rugged at the same time. Rainbow couldn’t really describe it. And that one with the really poofy, reddish material around it was weirding her out.
And something about those balloons and streamers decorating the dark room smelled funny, as well. But…it blended in with the smell of chemical cleaners and polish that permeated from every other corner of the basement.
Suddenly upon hearing breathing in the room, Rainbow turned to the right instead, so fast she nearly threw her neck out.
In the dark room, lying like some kind of forgotten toy, was…herself. Or rather her other self. The other Rainbow Dash. Other Rainbow had leather straps tying her legs to the rack she saw before, and iron braces and other bindings in key places around her legs and chest to hold her even stiller in place. She was still unconscious, oblivious to her predicament.
Suddenly, Rainbow felt a little bit better about being stuck in “just” a straightjacket. But then again, the other Rainbow’s wings were free, while HER wings were getting cramped under the jacket. They weren’t even lodged at her sides properly. And the other Rainbow could still talk.
Yeah…talk. Maybe if she woke up, she could at least explain what’s going on, maybe even had some ideas on how we could escape. In any case, she isn’t doing much good being unconscious…
Rainbow began making “psst!” noises. This…wasn’t very effective due to the gag. So, she tried wiggling in the trolley she was tied to. Suddenly, Rainbow had an out-of-balance experience and she threw her weight back the other direction of the imminent fall instinctively
This produced a very unfortunately loud CLANK.
The Shackled Rainbow woke up with a start. Gagged Rainbow was still stunned by the noise, and didn’t make any movements or sound. The Other Rainbow looked around the room, her eyes seeming to have trouble adjusting to the darkness.
And then…her eyes shrank into little dots. And she let out a terrific scream.
Dash’s ears were ringing from the awful noise her doppelganger made, and she couldn’t hear herself think. As if her ears weren’t in enough pain, a bright light suddenly came on, blinding Rainbow.
When the spots cleared from her eyes, she had a much better look at the room.
The tiny pony skulls on the table where of foals, wearing hats made from their own skin. The one hat with the fizzy material she couldn’t identify from before she now recognized as being made from the skin of Apple Bloom’s classmate, Twist. The Balloon and Streamers were made from Organs. The Heart-Shaped Balloons were made from real hearts. The Tables where made from Pony bones.
There was a leather banner with the words “Life is a Party” written on it. In blood.
But, the most horrifying thing in the room were the words escaping from the maniac pegasus’ lips
“No! Noooo! I was right! The dreams going to happen all over again! She’s going to cut me again! Torture me and tear me apart and eat my flesh! The nightmare is happening for real! I should’ve never trusted her! How’d she survive without being too hurt to tie me up? I should’ve gone for a vital spot first, not the stupid shoulder!”
Crazy Dash rambled on and on…oblivious to anything else in the room. Was Rainbow still invisible to her?
While Crazy Dash kept wigging out, Rainbow suddenly heard another voice as a strange, six-winged form stepped into the room:
“Whoa, that’s a full Rainbow...All the way…”
It was Pinkie. She was singing. She covered her eyes with her hooves, but separated the toes of her hooves to let just the images of both Rainbow Dashes slip through.
“Double Rainbow…Oh my God!
She was wearing the most awful dress ever. It was emblazoned with cutie marks, decorated with Pegasi wings (each from a different Pegasus,) and there was a necklace of what looked like severed unicorn horns. It was gaudy and bright, but that just served as a reminder of the fact that it was a patchwork of the bodies of ponies.
It’s a double rainbow all the way. Damn.
It’s a double Rainbow all the way. Damn. Oh my God!”
Pinkie stopped mid song and giggled…but the giggles gave way to some kind of compulsive shudder that vibrated through her entire body, like she was being wracked by adrenaline...which climaxed in the form of a declaration of intent she almost shrieked so much as a said.
“Eeeeeee…..Gotta make them dance!”
She grabbed the Rainbow who was shackled to the rack (Aka “Crazy” Dash) and tilted her body from side-to-side forcefully. As if to get her arms to sway in the air, which, naturally, wasn’t going to happen because they where locked in place.
“Double Rainbow, All the way!
Cross the sky!
Yeah! Yeah!”
Pinkie held her head in her hooves while standing up in the middle of the room as she sang:
“So Intense!”
She spun Gagged Rainbow’s trolley around...She let out unintelligible noises as she spun and eventually fell face first on the ground, but Pinkie just keep singing.
“Double Rainbow, All the way!
Cross the sky!
Waa! Waa! Oh my God!
Lookit that Rainbow!”
It was at this point that the Other Rainbow had been shaken back to reality from the manhandling, and Pinkie had grabbed her head, and forced her to stare straight at the Rainbow who was muzzled.
Rainbow Dash looked shocked.
“WHO IS THAT!?” The Other Rainbow manage to speak up while Pinkie was holding her lips apart, forcing her to grin.
Pinkie immediately dropped the song. "Whacha say, Dashie? Oh right, her. She's Nopony. Just someone who eavesdropped. She’s a naughty, naughty little pony…" Dark Pinkie shook her head in disappointment.
(While “Nopony” is the most soul-crushing thing for our beloved Light-side Rainbow Dash, considering her personality…one might be inclined to grant one of these two Pegasi a distinguishing nickname of some sort. Thus, the “real” Rainbow shall be called “Nopony.” And call the other one…just ”Rainbow Dash” or something.)
"She's....me." Rainbow Dash gaped in astonishment.
"Nah. I see the resemblance, but she's an Earth pony! No wings at all!" Pinkie motioned to Nopony’s jacket-covered sides while setting her back up.
Nopony squirmed once more, trying to get her wings free...it was awfully cramped in that jacket of hers. But indeed, there were so many bulky straps holding her in place that no outside observer could tell she presently, or ever, had wings. Thanks for reminding me, Pinkie.
“Still though, it’s pretty incredible that you both have rainbow manes!” Dash recoiled as Pinkie grabbed her mane and sniffed it and gave out a contented “Aaahh…”
She got close to Dash’s ear and whispered a muted “raaaar…”
Dash was deciding all this attention was decidedly negative, and squirmed. Her forelegs were crossed over her chest in such a way that she was cradling herself as if she was hiding her shame. (Which was funny since Ponies’ mammary glands were lower on the body then where Dash’s forelegs were crossed under the straitjacket)
Rainbow Dash seemed to have lost interest. She was looking at something else. “G-gilda?”
Rainbow had to take a long in the direction as her counterpart, and eyed the griffin skull from before. In the light, she saw that it was painted yellow and blue. Just as Pinkie grabbed the skull, and did an impression of the brash griffin:
“Hey Dash, let’s hang out together! These ponies are lameos! Dweebs, dweebs, dweebs! Hey! I’d race you to that cloud over there, but we both seem a little…immobile at the moment.” Pinkie giggled. Nopony stared in horror, but the shackled one narrowed her eyes.
“No…I thought for one moment I was wrong. But no…I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!”
“I’m a griffin, duh. You’re weirding me out here, Dash.”
“NOT…” Rainbow Dash glared at the griffon skull, but softened. “Not you…Gilda.” She then turned to Pinkie “YOU!”
“The point still stands, Dash. You’ve been acting weird for days now. I thought I’d make you some nice cupcakes and play with you. See if I couldn’t turn that grumpy frown upside down.” Pinkie said, flipping her frowning face upside down as she wound down her observation. “What’s that all about, huh?”
Rainbow Dash looked down, and saw her leather pouch. Something seemed to flicker in her eyes. Then, she took a moment, as if deciding how best to phrase something. “You really want to know…? Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”
“Ooooh, I love secrets! Tell me, tell me!” Pinkie bounced over.
Something had caused Nopony to start desperately yelling unintelligible words, and unleash a torrent of drool from her mouth. But Rainbow Dash glared at her to be silent.
This seemed to just make the gagged pegasus if anything, more anxious to say whatever it is she couldn’t say.
Pinkie moved until she was a small distance away from Rainbow Dash’s face, placing a hoof behind her ear so she could hear.
Her captive stretch her neck forward….
Her other captive continued to fidget and holler in a warning manner. She had long forgotten the issue about if anything here was real or not.
Her captive mumbled something
Pinkie leaned in further.
At this, the captive’s head dove into her leather pouch and this time, she opened it and began to frantically search for something! Wait...where was it?
Suddenly, she felt something cut into her, causing her head to rocket back out of the pouch. “Oh, were you looking for this?” Pinkie asked as she cut her victim’s flank with her own knife. “It’s really pretty, Dashie. Its so shiny!”
Nopony wept. She tried to warn her.
“How? How’d you get that?”
“Aww…I suppose it WAS mean of me to leave the empty pouch with you, just so you could be disappointed. But you should know Dash, you aren’t the only one who likes toys like that little pouch of yours! I have one myself! You were just sooo interested in that pouch, I knew it must’ve been something bad. I might’ve been nervous if I wasn’t wearing my armored shirt….hey! I’m all done!” Pinkie held up the severed cutie mark. “This thing cuts like magic! But…
“No…don’t…do this…I’m not cupcake ingredients…I’m your friend!” Rainbow Dash wept.
This stopped Pinkie. “Hey…I don’t think I even mentioned that yet. How rude of me! I didn’t actually ask you yet. Though…I suppose I got a little confused what with there being “two” of you and all.” She eyed her gagged Captive.
“Nightmares prevented me from sleeping…I foresaw what you’d do to me…made me tired all the time...made me stab you…I was sorry…Pinkie...I was sorry!”
Nightmares? About this monst-AAH! Nopony’s train of thought was derailed by LOUD NOISES.
“SORRY? SORRY? YOU STABBED ME! YOU BROKE MY HEART-” Pinkie yelled, her face full of unbridled fury. Nopony shuddered as she thought about what it meant for the ‘Pink Dragon’ to be this personally angry at you.….but then, on the word “Heart” Pinkie laughed like a hyena, slamming her hoof on the ground repeatedly. “Oh Celestia…I’m just joshing you. I figured out what was going on with that pouch a while ago, even saw you playing with that knife around town. Betcha didn’t know I was there, didya, didya?”
The captive pegasi just gaped at her.
“But then I got to thinking ‘what would Dashie be doing with a knife all of a sudden?’ I mean, each and everyone of my earlier guests had a believable scapegoat for their disappearances. I’m always very careful. So...why?
I believe you just said you had Nightmares? Well, so did I! I had one, however. Oh, it was the saddest dream I ever had!” Pinkie looked genuinely sad. “I died, but the dream continued. You were so very sad about what you had done-you flew away, covered in blood, singing and laughing but it was all so sad. Like kind of a….SADPLOSION!”
“So I decided to armor up when you number came up the next day. And now you should be happy Dashie!”
“H-happy?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“Yes! You didn’t hurt me AND you’ve been proven right! You don’t have to go all emo and be like ‘I almost killed Pinkie Pie for no reason, I must be going crazy’. Aren’t you happy? Isn’t this great!?” Pinkie smiled. “No we can be as one AND you don’t have to have a Sadplosion cause you to Rocket to Insanity, Dashie!”
“Now…let’s get to work on your other flank. I think I’ll use my normal tools. You’re knife cuts a little too well for my tastes.” Pinkie giggled.
Nopony lost all sense of time from bearing witness to the horror that followed. It felt but like time had been scrunched together.
Rainbow Dash started begging Pinkie Pie to stop, but she went and got her scalpel anyway and started to cut a circular slice around the flank very carefully and slowly, causing Rainbow Dash to scream. Now crying, (and with Nopony having joined in) Rainbow Dash just grit her teeth as Pinkie cut the skin from the muscle with her curved carving knife. Pinkie waved the Cutie marks for both Rainbow Dash and Nopony to see. Rainbow Dash actually seemed numb, like she was trying to not give Pinkie the satisfaction…or maybe the pain was tearing at her ability to feel emotions at all. Nopony sobbed for the both of them. Pinkie got out Dash’s knife. She was looking at Dash’s wings now. Rainbow Dash, who hadn’t responded to the cutie marks, suddenly betrayed some weakness, with her quivering lip.
Pinkie nodded.
Oh no. Nopony figured out what was going to happen next. She shouted out more unintelligible protests. You already took her cutie marks! You can’t take those! I…she… we can’t live without…without...
With terrible playfulness in the smile on her face, Pinkie bit Dash’s left wing, and stretched it out. She swung the polished, decorated, bloodstained knife through the air as if in slow motion….and struck Rainbow Dash’s wing.
“AAAUUUUGGGHHH!” Rainbow Dash screamed as her wing was hacked repeatedly with her own knife. “Dash, if you keep squirming, I keep missing.” She was struck again and again…Dash’s screams betraying terrible pain. It was only after a while that Pinkie gave up and fetched a hacksaw, which cut the wing off with much more efficiency. Although it caused Rainbow Dash to vomit. She cut off the left wing, and then worked on the right wing. It was going smoothly but…
Pinkie smirked as she grabbed the halfway sawed-off wing. “Hey, Dash, think fa-!”
“DON’T YOU DARE DO IT!” Rainbow Dash all but howled in terror.
Don’t you dare do what? Don’t you dare do WHAT!? WHAT IS SHE PLANNING? Nopony’s eyes widened in terrific fright, trying to simultaneously brace herself for anything, but also stop her wild imagination from coming up with more and more horrible hypotheses!
“WHEEEEeEeeeeeeee!” Pinkie squealed as she broke off the Other Dash’s wing with her hooves and tore off a strip of flesh down Rainbow Dash’s back along with it! The horrible screaming fell just short of successfully drowning out the sickening ripping sound.
Nopony screamed…or tried to, but somehow that had turned into her throwing up in her own mouth again. Oh Sweet Luna! …it went up my nostrils! I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another apple again for as long as I live after this!
Rainbow Dash had passed out. Pinkie seemed to fume “Hmmph! Rude ponies are always going to sleep on me!” Rainbow couldn’t tell because her eyes were blurry from crying, but after blinking a lot, she realized what Pinkie was doing.
Without any resistance from the shackled, pain-riddled pegasus, Pinkie took Dash’s knife a cut off a bit of the meat off of her hip. Nopony shut her eyes and looked away, recoiling from the utter vileness of the sight, but she could not shut out the nauseating smacking sound that followed. Rainbow Dash was down for the count and didn’t seem to notice any of this.
Stop that…stop that! Nopony didn’t try speaking but she let out a muffled sob.
Then, Pinkie grabbed a syringe and stuck it into her victim’s chest. Nopony didn’t flinch. Which surprised her, she always hated getting shots, and even watching other ponies get shots. She was absolutely the worse pony to have in the same room when a young child was getting stuck from the looks on her face she gave.
And now, no reaction at all. It said something about how her perceptive on what was and wasn’t tolerable had changed over the short period time she had been watching this torture.
Rainbow Dash awoke with a start.
In a huff, Pinkie started talking “Didn’t anypony teach you any manners-?“
As if realizing something, Rainbow clasped her teeth shut. With a lightning-fast motion, Pinkie had the bit of meat right up against her face. “Come on Dash, at least say something. Is that a yes? No? Needs a little hot sauce? It’s a yes, isn’t it? Well, come on then, Dash, eat it. Eat it! EAT IT! EAAAT IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nopony was drooling over herself again, making the noise “UFFID! Ughibl ussghind! Ghli ughuh ugd id!”
“Fine. But it is bad manners you know.” Pinkie said as she ate the rest of her… “sample.”
“I didn’t heat any nails today…”
“W-w-what?”
“Yep! We’re skipping that step!”
“….” Rainbow Dash seemed torn somehow. She seemed…kind of resigned….relieved?
“Oh Dashie, I got something new instead of that!” Pinkie chirped merrily. She rolled the rack Rainbow Dash was on back, and She got out what looked to be a…video projector? After a few moments of setting it up, she turned it on, and projected an image unto the ceiling.
Rainbow Dash cried. She just broke down crying and wailing.
Nopony felt her heart break in two as she wept more quietly.
“Aw…you ponies are silly! It’s just a pretty picture of the sky.”
Indeed it was. It was a movie of the vast, endless sky. The sky that Nopony knew would do nothing but remind Rainbow Dash of what she lost. The clouds floated by as if part of a beautiful song of freedom.
“Oh look! There’s little birdies in the sky! Look at them flying, Dashie! Look how much fun they are having! And, oh my, those are Pegasi! Do you know what Pegasi are, Dashie? What’s that? You ARE one? Where’re your wings then, you silly filly?”
Rainbow Dash just sobbed. “I h-hate you, Pinkie. I really, *hic!* really, fucking *hic* hate you.”
“Geez! Some gratitude! And after all that work I went through to give you something pretty to look at too! I know you don’t like my jokes, so…while I harvest…”
Pinkie stuck another needle into Rainbow Dash.
“You can just look at the pretty sky.”
Nopony made a quizzical noise.
“I’m getting around to explaining, geez! I’m going to numb Dashie from the chest down, so she can watch the harvest. But if she doesn’t like that very much, she can go back to watching the beautiful movie.”
What followed was something of a blur for Nopony. It involved her repeated screaming “UFFID! UFFID! UFFID!” and Pinkie telling her to “Pipe Down, some of us are trying to watch the movie-slash-operate here!” and at one point “Oh, hey! Look! Awwww…its cute little filly Dashie! This was the day you got your cutie mark! You know…this thing? That I’m waving? Geez, I think you still are a baby Dash, from all this crying you do…” and also when Pinkie was removing another organ… “Hey Dash, I know you don’t like my jokes, but I just have to say that this Appendix is terrible! I can’t find the page I want to read at all! Get it? Huh? Huh? Bah, you’re no fun…”
And one time she whispered in Nopony’s ear. “You know…you’re not going to get to see the sky ever again either…OH, LOOK!”
Pinkie stared up at the "sky", where there were none other than the Wonderbolts.
....I'll kill her. Nopony just couldn't help that thought. She just couldn't.
"Its the Wonderbolts! Aren't they totally awesome Dashie? Oh hey...that's right, you wanted to fly with them, didn't you?"
Fresh tears streamed down Rainbow Dash's face...her sobs and whimpers tore at Nopony's heart.
Around the time Rainbow Dash closed her eyes for the last time Pinkie was looking up at the projection on the ceiling and asking “Isn’t the Sunset beautiful, Dashie?”
Then she was gone.
Nopony wasn’t certain when the the gag was removed from her mouth, but at one point, her constant stream of “UFFID’s” turned into proper “Stoppit’s”.
“Stoppit…Stoppit…*sob*…Stoppppiiiiiit…” This Rainbow Dash had cried herself dry.
“I did. Its over. And I want your opinion. What was your favorite part.” Pinkie said.
Rainbow just stared at her. Trying not to look at the dead Rainbow.
She was genuinely trying to say something else. Something along the lines of “you’re a monster” or “How could you” or “You’re not Pinkie…”
But all she could say was another “Stop it.”
“Oh come on! ‘Stop it’ wasn’t a thing I did! You don’t have to worry, you know. You’re number only came up once, after all. You’re safe. For now. Anyway, I mocked her with Gilda, I cut off her wings and cutie marks….”
“Stop it.”
“Or how about the time that I showed her the sky after tearing off her wings and she was like ‘I’m grounded! This is bogus, man…’ Oh wait. She didn’t act like a petulant teenager, she just looked like every inch of her heart was shredded into fine powder! Silly me!”
Rainbow, her mind filled with memories of the past hour, suddenly rolled her eyes up into the head and fainted.
When Dash came to, the other Dash’s body had been removed.
She couldn’t tell off the top of her head how much time had passed. She had just sat there in silence, trying in vain to forget what she had just seen. And to not worry about what was going to happen to her now. Or what has happened to…other hers.
Pinkie was there, with a plate full of unassuming, vanilla icing cupcakes.
“You’ve been out so long, I thought your poor, famished, little tummy could use some food! And lucky you, I just made cupcakes!”
The same Cupcakes she drugged to knocked out her prey? …Actually, being unconscious right now doesn’t sound so bad, all things considering…
“You seem to be under the impression I’m giving you a choice here, Dash.” Pinkie said, and shoved a cupcake into Dash’s mouth.
“Umph! Hay…ow! I caf chew of myff ownph!” Rainbow protested as Pinkie tried to force her to chew.
Rainbow eventually swallowed. She had to admit the cupcake tasted good.
A dangerous smile broke across Pinkie’s face. “So what do you think? Does it taste like Rainbows?”
Rainbow blinked. What did that have to do…?
Pinkie winked.
Rainbow got it.
…BUT. I. YOUMEAN.ALLTHAT.AND WHATIWASTASTING- WHATHAVEIDONE?GETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOUT!
CAN’TBREATHECAN’TBREATHE…can’t…breathe…
Rainbow passed out again.
Pinkie decided to inject Rainbow with a needle. Rainbow didn’t wake up.
Nor had the Baker pony expected her too.
She grabbed a scalpel in her mouth…and began to remove Rainbow’s straight jacket and other bonds.
Her explanation, coming to a close, the Plan replayed itself once more in Shadamena's dark mind. It was going to be sooooo wonderfully horrible! She couldn't kill Rainbow Dash outright, but this was going to be fun....so much fun.
"So, Shadash, all you need to do is just lie still and act out your part!"
"..........you're disgusting."
"I KNOW!" the shadowy baker squealed.
Post-Chapter Follow up: Ugh…I can’t believe we did the whole thing. This chapter was a horrible ordeal, but I’m glad its done. I’ve been trying since Thursday to get this chapter done earlier…it didn’t work out that way. It wasn’t writer’s block per se, I knew the general arc of the story, it just took a while to write this stuff.
Now, I would promise to have the next one ready by Friday, but I’m afraid that due to a certain cockroach-related incident, I’m going to be simultaneously taking a shower AND undergoing therapy for the next 100 years.