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// My Faithful Victim 
// Story: Pinkamena's Final Act 
// by MasterFrasca 
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	The stench from the room was terrible. I was gagging, not being able to breathe in the fumes shrouding the air around me. Sucking in as much clean air as I could I crept up to the door and shut it, giving a few seconds to let the gasses dissipate. Holding my breath for nearly a minute, I couldn't wait any longer, finally exhaling and letting new air refill my lungs. The air was still thick with the smell of blood, but at least I could bear it for the time being. It was better than the smell of the rotting flesh of dozens of patches of pony skin.

Taking a few breaths of the stale air and calming down, I looked directly to the right to fix my gaze upon the door caked with blood. The letters it formed said "garbage," but if it was anything like the dress room, that could be taken in hundreds of different ways. I had no clue what to expect, but I had to know. I had already reached the dirty grease of the pan, but I needed to see the bottom. I couldn't leave now.

Although my mind was screaming and threatening to jump out my ear and run if I opened that door, my hooves set into motion like a machine. Slowly I crept up to the door as if proceeding too quickly would wake Pinkie up from the dead and have her come attack me. The bloody letters mocked me saying I would never be the same after this door. I ignored them and kept creeping forward. Four feet. Three feet. Two feet. 

I gripped the door handle, looking around to make sure nopony had joined me in this room of torture. The severed wing still sat under the operation table, and the iconic brown hat sat below the wooden wheel. Nothing had changed, not even Pinkie's creepy smile had faded from her face. This was the last room here, and I had no where else left to check. Turning the handle, I slowly opened the door. I was surprised at what I saw.

Nothing was there, save a normal looking carpet. I didn't want to believe it. This can't be right. After all the horrors I had seen this room was just empty. "Nothing?!" I screamed, spinning around to look at Pinkie's corpse. "You've got to be bucking kidding me! There can't be nothing, not after all this!" In a little fury, I stamped my hooves on the carpet, pushing it back a little so that it bunched up slightly. That's when I noticed it.

Under the space where I had moved the bit of carpet was a handle to a wooden trap door. I went in and pulled the carpet out with my teeth, tossing it aside before returning to the secret door. Gripping the handle with my teeth, I pulled it up as hard as I could using my wings to help me lift it. The thing was very heavy, and I barely had the strength to fully open it. When I did however, I noticed that the door led to a passageway that was erected out of stone. Looking as far as I could, I saw the passage faded into the black depths of the earth. 

There was no way I was going down there without a light. Looking back, I saw that the candle sitting in front of Pinkie was still burning softly. Walking over to it, I took it in my teeth and started to make my way down the passage. On the way down, the air was musty and cold, but periodically, a torch was mounted on the wall. I lit them as I passed by so I could make my way out if the candle went out on me. Finally after walking down steps for about five minutes, I saw a shut door at the end of a corridor. Lighting up the last few torches, I walked over to the heavy wooden door and placed my front right hoof on it. Giving it a small push I let the door swing wide open before proceeding in.

I gasped, dropping the candle on the floor, because what stood in front of me was a pony. The thing was, it wasn't moving. Picking up the candle, I put it closer to the still figure trying to figure out why she hadn't reacted when I had opened the door. After putting the candle to its face, I saw that it was nothing more than a store mannequin. I looked to the left and saw a little indent filled with some sort of liquid. I put the candle near it to see it I could tell what the liquid was, when something made me jump dropping the candle again and putting it out for good.

The liquid had lit up, spreading around the entire room, and what it revealed to me was enough to satisfy my curiosity. I sprinted back up the steps, blowing out all the torches from the wind I was generating. I practically flew out the secret passageway into the room Pinkie's body was now located in. Starting up the steps, I thought about who to tell. The royal guard needed to hear about this, because I had just found proof.

I just found her storage room of all the bodies of those she murdered.


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"Oh Twilight," Pinkie said to me as I wept over their bodies. "There's no need to cry. Auntie Pinkamena is here to make it all better." Her last few words stung like acid.

"Why Pinkie?" I sobbed looking over at nearly half the population of Ponyville, but mostly at Fluttershy, Rarity, and Applejack. "What caused you to do such a thing?"

"Pinkamena Diane Pie has done what she likes," The pink pony said in a twisted voice. "That intrepid 'Pinkie' as you all seem to be refering to her had no part in this. This was all me. Isn't it glorious?"

"No!" I screamed back, wincing as I tried fruitlessly to try and teleport myself out of there. 

"Now Twilight," the former party pony started noticing the pain in my face, "I've already told you you can't use magic without this," she said, pointing to my broken horn, now taped onto her head. It wasn't painful unless I tried to cast a spell, in which it would act as if it were on fire. "Now you, like your friends, are going to die here, so any last requests, my faithful victim?"

"Who are you, and where's Pinkie at?" I said, not believing that that wonderful pony was capable of doing such things.

"Oh Pinkie's fine," the earth pony said, tapping her head with a hoof. "She's right up in here with me. Whatever I see, she sees and whatever I, Pinkamena Pie, do she gets to watch." The pony ended with a huge demented grin plastered onto her face.

"Pinkie, I know you don't want to do this," I wept, trying to get pinkie to snap out of this demented personality. "Fight it! Fight it for me Pinkie! I loved you..."

For a split second, Pinkie's mouth turned to a frown, and softly she spoke, "I'm sorry Twilight. I loved you too."

"No!" the twisted voice came back in as Pinkie shook her head. "You die now!"

Pinkie rushed forward, pointing my horn towards where I sat. I jumped out of the way as she rushed passed, enraged beyond what I had ever seen before. I frantically looked around trying to find out how to get out. I hadn't been searching whe I woke up in the middle of all my friends bodies. I didn't want to add to the collection.

A loud bang indicated that Pinkie had finally hit a wall, and that I had a few seconds to act. Frantically looking, I saw a heavy wooden door on one of the stone walls. Glancing back, I saw that pinkie was getting back up. My horn had shattered, but her face was in a state of rage, and I knew I only had a few more seconds before she charged again. This time, I don't think she'd miss.

Even without my horn, I started to conjure an unlocking spell in an attempt to get the door open. I mustered all the energy I could and Pushed the flow to the place where my horn used to be. Slowly, my head started to hurt more and more until the pain became almost unbearable. Screaming, I envisioned the door unlocking.

A soft click told me that the spell had worked, but I opened my eyes to see blood dripping down off of my face onto the floor. The spell had burst the top of my head open. I was losing blood quickly, but an enraged scream from the other end of the room told me I needed to go now if I wanted to live. I bucked the door with all my might, opening it instantly, and ran through, up the passageway.

"You won't get away from me that easily!" Pinkie screamed up the passageway as the sound of her hooves joined my own. My heart was pounding, and I was losing blood even faster than before. I had to make it out of here. I had to stop this demon from any more murders. 

I was starting to get light headed from blood loss. My adrenaline was wearing off, and my vision was darkening. I wasn't going to make it. I collapsed at the top of the passage, unable to move any further. Pinkie finally reached the top of the steps, and breathing heavily, she said, "Pity, I thought you'd be a lot more fun, but I always hate the ponies who don't play fair.

As my vision started to grow dim, I saw her raise a forehoof, before swiftly bringing it down on me.