—Could you believe it? I think Rainbow Dash read that in one of those Darring Doo books. Oh, no, I don’t think the sweet Pinkie Pie could have such a… dark past or something. Do you, Angel?
Fluttershy looked at her white rabbit, which was eating a beautiful-looking salad with fruit decorating its top. Angel was barely paying attention to the pegasus, although she was entertained speaking to it. The yellow-coated pony didn’t eat as much desserts as Twilight at Sugarcube Corner, but it was just because she never actually eats a lot. She had a couple muffins, she had enough with that.
—I thought so. She’s so kind, even if she speaks nonsense sometimes. Or if she acts nonsense. But she cooks wonderfully! Nopony who makes such good pastries would be bad! I think…
When she leaned her head to watch her pet again, she found that Angel had eaten everything on the dish.
—Do you enjoy my food as well as I enjoy Pinkie’s? — Fluttershy beamed at Angel. Angel tilted its head —I knew.
The white rabbit yawned and skipped the way to its bed. The yellow pegasus went then upstairs and cuddled over her own, not sleepy at all.
—However… No, I should not be thinking about that topic — she said, denying to herself — Poor Pinkie! Even if she actually had a… sad or bad past, she’s happy and blissful all day long, and that’s what matters now, not what Rainbow suspects. That pony sometimes can be a bit silly… Oh. I shouldn’t speak like that about my friends. I’ll apologize the next time I meet her…
Fluttershy closed her eyes for a moment, reclining her head over her soft pillow.
—I’m so sorry — she said with a sad voice, though she was kind of grinning, emptying the box on the processer. The screams of the little animals reverberated through the entire factory. —I’m so sorry, cute creatures of the forest.
It was a dark place, full with stained machines and metal scraps all over the floor. The processer in which the pink coated filly was working at vibrated as the screams of the living things inside it soon became one with the metallic sound. The little pony, with a tag on her left leg in which “Pinkie” could be read, sighed, resigned to do what she had to. She had embraced the idea of doing something completely cruel for what she thought was a good for a lot of people.
—Hi, Pinkie —another filly had arrived, a grey one with a golden mane. She walked slowly to her processer, pushing a cardbox full with kitties.
—Hey—the pink pony said, barely looking at her. She closed her eyes as soon as the screams of the animals started again. —Why… why do you…? — she began — Why do you always make your eyes look like that? It’s weird.
— It’s because this way—the filly turned her head to Pinkie with her eyes crossed and a sad expression on her lips — I’m not able to watch them suffer…
Pinkamena sighed again. She had chosen not to feel guilty about what she did. Everypony loved their product; even it made a lot of animals suffer. She felt obligated to keep doing it, so everypony remain happy.
—If there were another way, Derpy…
—ARE YOU TALKING? I SAID NO TALKING. — A fierce voice came from the shadows, making them both shiver.
—Yes, boss! —The two of them replied.
Wasn’t that even crueler? Recruiting little fillies to make such terrifying operation. Pinkie sighed a third time, emptying another box of animals into the machine. After the screams stopped, she could hear a low “beep”, indicating the product was done. She leaned over the conveyor belt, watching it coming out of the machine.
—But it doesn’t matter, for we LOVE making… —both of the fillies raised their front legs up to the black ceiling with evil smiles on their faces. The machines roared at unison —ANIMAL CRACKERS! WAHAHAHA!
—NOOOOOOOOOOO!!
—…Fluttershy? —a low voice came from outside —Fluttershy! Is that ya’ tryin’ to shout?
It was morning already. The yellow pegasus found herself lifting her own front legs to the ceiling of her room, sweating, with an expression of despair on her cute face.
—Ahm… A-applejack? Is that you? —She said.
—Ah was just passin' by and ah heard ya'. Is there somethin’ wrong, sugarcube? May ah come in?
—Sure… —Fluttershy hurried wiping the sweat off of her face and combing her hair. Then she flew to the door, finding a tired farmer standing outside — Oh, Applejack, I’m so glad you came here. I had the most terrible nightmare!
—Lemme guess —The orange coated’s face was almost inexpressive, with rings under her eyes, like she hadn’t had much sleeping time that night. —Pinkie Pie.
Fluttershy was surprised.
—Y-yes! Oh, you too? It was awful! Pinkie (and Derpy, for some reason) was making… making… animal crackers! —she jumped and hugged Applejack.
—Huh? Crackers? That was yer nightmare?
—You don’t understand… They were animal crackers. Crackers-made-from-animals!
—Ya’ know those aren’t actually made from animals. Right, hun’?
—Then why are they called like that, Applejack?! WHY?!
—Come on, Fluttershy—she said, trying to calm her down, as the pegasus seemed to be about bursting in tears— Let’s go chat a bit with Pinkie.
—And… Applejack?
—Yeah, sugarcube?
—Can we… speak with Rainbow Dash as well?
—The hay we’re gonna speak with her. Maybe after we kill ‘er.
YES, I’ve read “Fluttershy discovers animal crackers”. I hope you enjoy this and how this is going on. Thanks for reading and, once again, please leave a comment whether you like it or not. I know I need improvement and some criticism is good and appreciated. :D Hasta pronto~