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// The First of Many 
// Story: Pinkamena's Final Act 
// by MasterFrasca 
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	She was dead, and she must have been dead for nearly a day. The knife was rusty and blood encrusted, but the amount of blood on the floor was too much for one pony to create. This couldn't all be hers. Backing up, I barely kept the contents of my previous lunch in my stomach. My eyes weren't the best, but a dead pony...a dead pinkie wasn't something my mind would just make up. I felt my back legs hit the stairs, and glancing backwards, I saw that there was a light switch. Flicking the switch, I saw the room in all its horrible glory.

The first thing I saw was some sort of bloody examination table with different surgical tools laid out on top. The tools were all drenched in a stomach-wrenching amount of blood, and bits and pieces of what I could only assume was pony flesh. This was the final straw for my brain. I couldn't stand the sights anymore and emptied my gut at the base of the stairs. While relieving myself of the previous days lunch, I noticed a discarded severed wing lying next to the examination table. It was a pastel yellow color with dried blood at the joint where it must have been severed. I knew that wing well, and it could only be...

I chocked back tears and emptied what little remained in my stomach onto the growing pile by the stairs.


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I woke up dizzy, Looking around I realized I had no idea where I was. Pinkie had said something about gummy having some teething issues. I thought maybe I'd have to help her with a cranky crocodile. She offered me a cupcake and then... then I woke up here. But where was here? I tried to move my head around only to realize that I was trapped. 

I panicked and squirmed a little, trying to break loose of my bindings, but I was being held down tightly by leather straps. T tried flapping my wings, but the way my limbs were positioned, all the could accomplish was making a loud racket as they smacked uselessly against the table I was strapped to. Darting my eyes around, I tried to make sense of where I was. If I wasn't mistaken, I thought I could faintly smell cotton candy in the background.

"Pinkie?" I called out, wanting anypony to come help me off this table. "Are you there?"

"Fluttershy!" pink pony rejoiced in her usual super-happy tone, finally coming into view directly over me. "I'm so glad you're awake! Now we can have some fun!"  

Something was wrong with her though. Her usually messy, cotton-candy-like pink mane had fallen straight, and her eyes were twitching with every few words. Her pupils were dilated by a lot, becoming small balls inside the massive white sea of the eye around her. Her usual peppy tone was there, but her voice had... changed. This wasn't the same pinkie that I knew and loved.

"What game do you want to play first?" she asked, and before I could even ask her what was going on, she answered her own question. "Oh I know the perfect game! Lets play real life operation! I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere."

I was frightened by how her eyes spread apart a little at those last few words. A chill ran down my spine, and I knew something was wrong. Pinkie hadn't acted this strange since we all threw her that surprise party at Sweet Apple Acres. My heart race sped up as I tried looking around for some way to free me from my makeshift prison. Before I could spot anything useful, Pinkie returned.

"I always loved how you take care of animals," Pinkie said, dragging what sounded like a cart full of metal objects. Since my head was bound, I couldn't see exactly what those objects were. I had a slight hunch, but I hoped to Celestia I was wrong. "Haven't you always wondered though," Pinkie started, leaning over next to me, "What makes those animals tick? I've always been curious how a pegasus wing works, you know since these frail little things shouldn't be able to hold you off the ground."

She had grabbed my wing, and instinctively, I flapped it, trying to remove her hoof. "Oh we have a fighter!" Pinkie eerily stated. "Looks like I'm just going to have a little fun with you."

I didn't know what she meant by that, but my fears were confirmed when she pulled a bone saw in front of my eyes. I panicked, struggling and trying to loosen my bindings just enough so I could get free, but I was getting nowhere. "Oh you are going to make this difficult aren't you?" Pinkie asked no one in particular. "Oh well that makes it all the more fun for me." She brought the bone saw directly to the joint where my wing met my back. 


"I don't think you'll be needing this anymore," she said, cutting into the flesh.