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// The third 
// Story: The last one standing. (Edited Edition) 
// by foppp 
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None of us knew for certain where she go the idea from. When she stated thinking all this crazy stuff. 
I think it started when her mane whent straight for the first time.
Ponies saw she had another side, no matter how rarely it came out. 
They started sreading rumors. We all (or what was left of us) tried to head these rumors off as quick as we could, to stop her from hearing. We did a pretty good job for a while. But it couldn't last forever. 
We don't know how, or who from, but we knew she heard it. She drooped slightly that day. 

We tried to tell her that she was not the pony she had heard about, she was better then that. 
'But what if I'm not?' She would say. 'What if I am that pony? How can you stand to be near me?' 
It only got worse. 
She became depressed. We all thought nothing could get to her. That, she would always bounce of what ever anypony would say about her. And we would be behind her death-glaring the poor soul who was saying those things. 
She stayed mostly to her room. We came to visit her regularly, she would get up and talk to us, but each time with less and less bounce and words. 
I guess she saw it as betrayal. She was always so nice to them, and they were saying these awful things about her. 
Calling her a deranged murdering phyco. 
She took her own life.
There was no trace of visbale injury, and further reserch showed that she had not hung herself, stabbed ot cut herself in anyway, sufficated herself, ect. 
It was as if, the doctors said, that she had lost the will to live. 
Pinkie Pie was the third to go.