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// Visit From the Pink Mare 
// Story: Silent Ponyville Side Stories 
// by SamRose 
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Visit from the Pink Mare



Summary: A 'What If' scenario where Pinkie Pie goes and confronts The Colt who haunted her mind for so many years. 


Pinkie took a gulp as she stared at the door that led to a separate chamber from the rest of the prison. The cells were officially classified as 'Solitary Confinement', however the only thing that made them 'solitary' was that they were separated from the other cells and most criminals only stayed in them for a few days for misbehaving. But from what she'd been told the criminals kept themselves in good terms to avoid coming here because of the one prisoner that was kept inside at all times. None of them wanted to be in the same area as him.

"You seem nervous…and I can understand why. There's still time to back out, if you don't want to do this." Came the reassuring yet regal voice of Princess Celestia, who turned to look at the smaller pink mare standing next to her before the door. 

"No…No this is…I have to at least see him." Pinkie shook her head softly.

"…Very well then, but I will be with you at all times, so don't be afraid to say what you need to." Celestia gave her head a slow nod to the guards, who gave her a quick salute before moving to opening the door.

"…Thank you Princess." Pinkie smiled softly, though it didn't last as she heard the door open creakily. The well-lit hallway seeped its light into the dark hallway the door presented, as if there had been no light prior. With a quick survey of the dark hallway she realized that that was exactly true, the solitary confinement chamber had no torches or means of lighting.

Celestia began to walk forward, snapping Pinkie from her thoughts and quickly following after the Princess.

There weren't many rooms in the hallway, Pinkie counted six at best before the hallway ended. However, Celestia came to a stop in the middle, turning to face one particular cell on the right. Pinkie felt a lump form in her throat as she could hear her hooves echo against the ground with each step. Her whole body was telling her to turn around and leave right now, a familiar presence was telling her that not only did she need to leave, but she should right now.

However she pushed forward and stopped, turning to look into the cell as well.

Instantly a cold chill ran down her entire spine as there sat, smiling through squinted eyes at them was a gray coated earth pony with a messy, unkempt brown mane. Pinkie bit down on her bottom lip as she stared at the colt that sat so calmly behind the bars in his cell. He slowly blinked as it seemed he was having his eyes get adjusted to having light in the hallway once more.

As his eyes opened more, she felt another chill run down her spine. His eyes were still a soulless red that seemed to pierce right through her. She couldn't stop herself from putting a hoof over her mouth, half to stop her from screaming, half to stop an onslaught of questions that might haphazardly start spewing if she didn't control herself.

The colt blinked his eyes slowly in a bit of confusion, before tilting his head, his eyes now open as he began to examine the two figures before him. He seemed to be thinking about something very deeply as his eyes wandered up to the tall mare that stood next to Pinkie. You could almost see the gears turning in his head as his thoughts moved.

Then suddenly, he seemed to understand. He stood up from his sitting position in the cell, now standing before them. Pinkie thought for a moment he was going to try and tackle them through the bars, try and attack them for approaching him the way they did. But instead, his next action shocked her even more than that.

He began to bow before Celestia. He was showing courtesy to the Princess of the Sun.

"It is an honor to be visited by the Princess, God of the Gods; though I do not think a simple pony like me is worthy." Came the calm voice of the colt, a voice that still reminded Pinkie of everything he had done. His voice had changed some; it was now softer, as if unused for a long time. It croaked a little as he tried to use it properly as if he hadn't been properly hydrated for a long time.

"You may rise Colt, I am not the one who is here to visit you today." Celestia simply closed her eyes, not caring about the formalities from someone such as him. 

The Colt simply acknowledged by rising up from the bow before sitting back down. He looked tired. Bags hung under his eyes and his body seemed to speak of exhaustion from a lack of movement to maintain itself, but never the less he sat there calmly. His eyes adjusted from the royal presence of Celestia down to the smaller mare standing beside her, who had yet to remove the hoof from her mouth.

"Oh, how wonderful. I haven't had a visit from anything but Gods and Memories in such a long time. I thank you for coming to see me." The Colt smiled, though it did not seem to change the dark look on his face.

Celestia turned her head to slowly look at Pinkie, who had finally carefully removed the hoof from her mouth and swallowed down the lump in her throat. She had to say something or…no she wanted to say something. None of this was necessary.

She could've just stayed in Ponyville, she could've just ignored this opportunity to meet him again, she could've just continued having Bellamina's memory remind her of how fortunate her life was, content with throwing parties for her friends and just being the simple party mare of Ponyville. No, she had chosen to come here and chose to face him. She had to make sure she did it right, she had to make sure that there was a purpose to why she had come here.

"H-Hello…" She finally managed to say, though her throat had tried to choke it, "D-Do you…remember who I am?" She asked carefully.

The Colt's smile faded a little as he tried to examine Pinkie through the bars.

"Forgive me…my sights gone a little bad since being in here and it's hard to make out clear details." He said concentrating, "Celestia is easy to discern, but another Pony is much harder, but it's likely I do, I remember all my friends." He said placing a hoof against his chin as he thought; the way he had said 'friends' put another cold chill down her back, reminding her of how he referred to his 'playmates' so long ago.

"…Is your name Bliss Star?" The Colt asked almost quietly, as if hiding something.

"N-No…my names-"

"No no, don't ruin the game." The Colt shook his hoof a little smiling. "I should get at least three guesses before the game is over." Pinkie grimaced a little.

"Well…then…are you Crystal Mane?" He asked rubbing his chin in thought.

"No…" Pinkie replied quietly.

The Colt deepened his thought as he closed his eyes, contorting his face a little as if to emphasize deep thought. He sat there that way for a moment, before his eyes slowly opened again and he simply smiled.

"Pinkamena?" Pinkie gulped once more as she slowly nodded to his words, which elicited a bigger smile from the Colt, "See, I told you I don't forget my friends." He nodded slowly, "But it's been such a long time since I last saw you, what've you been up to since we last met?"

He asked the question so casually, as if they had always been such deep and dear friends. She couldn't see what was going on through his head in his eyes, but she couldn't help but feel that his question was genuine; the soft smile on his face told her that he just wanted to know how she'd been since he last saw her.

"…I've…I've been…good…" Pinkie began to speak slowly, "I've…moved out of the house I used to live in…and I've made a lot of great friends where I live now. I'm known as the party mare there," she said giving a soft smile as she looked away from him, "I always do my best to ensure everypony is happy and smiling…"

"That sounds wonderful." The colt smiled back, "I wish I could attend a party you threw. I'm sure you have some of the best games."

She felt the hair at the back of her neck begin to stand on end.

"I'm just about to play one of the most wonderful games with your sister."

"I…don't play any games you'd enjoy." Pinkie closed her eyes, not looking at the Colt as she spit the words out, like they were vile in her mouth.

"Really? That's a shame; a party should always have good games. I thought you'd know that better than anyone." He said tilting his head in thought, "After all, don't we have the same cutie mark?"

"MY CUTIE MARK IS NOTHING LIKE YOURS." Pinkie yelled pressing her face against the bars as she glared at the Colt. She could feel herself breathing heavily as she was filled with anger, "My parties bring laughter and joy to those who attend them! They're not vile, twisted things that are meant to torture and KILL innocent ponies!" 

The Colt didn't seem to even flinch at this, but only frowned a little at the apparent attitude he was getting.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I really thought you'd understand me better than the rest of them." He said closing his eyes, "You remind me a lot of her."

Pinkie's eye twitched, "Remind you of who!?"

The Colt didn't reply as he only seemed to sit quietly in contemplation to himself. He finally opened his eyes as his smile had returned.

"You were the last pony I partied with, so it's still the freshest memory I have. It was a wonderful party wasn't it?" Pinkie felt the hair on her neck began to stand up again. She had promised herself she wasn't going to confront him like this, that she'd be calm and hear what he had to say then go from there, but his words…his words felt like they had uncaring venom to them that coursed through her, as if attacking everything she cared about.

"You were there; it was a wonderful party wasn't it? I don't think it was the best I ever had, but certainly up there. Usually I don't get more than one guest at a time either, so having two was certainly a special occasion. I had to make sure it was special, so I made sure you stayed, that way I could truly show you how wonderful a party it would be." He smiled happily. "And your sister, Bellamina, was a wonderful partner for my favorite game."

Pinkie could feel the rage boiling inside of her.

"And I must admit that she helped me make some of the most delicious treats that day."

"…Shut up…"

"It wasn't the tastiest, sadly someone else still has that pleasure, but hers were especially tasty. But you know that don't you? You tasted it."

"…Shut up."

"Oh, she does have one honor though. She held out the longest out of any of my other playmates. Oh I think she loved the game…or perhaps she wanted to see you play it too, she kept calling out your name as we played."

"Shut. Up."

"Still though, I held reservations about playing the game with you. After all it's not every day you meet somepony with the same special talent as you. I was actually thinking you might make a great party partner-"

"I SAID SHUT UP." Pinkie had reached her limit, "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT HER LIKE THIS. My sister was the sweetest little pony I've ever met and you TOOK HER FROM THIS WORLD! And you have the nerve, THE NERVE to speak of her this way!?" Pinkie's whole body shook as she screamed, "I would NEVER be your party partner! I already have one and she can NEVER BE REPLACED." Pinkie raised her hooves up as she flailed, "HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU, RAAAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH."

Pinkie let out a horrible scream of pure rage as she wanted to lunge straight for the cell, to break down the bars and grab his throat, to strangle him, to just end his life. Every part of her being was screaming at her to take him down right then and there for what he had done.

But her body didn't move from its place. Her legs flailed as the ground escaped her and she looked down, realizing that she was being levitated off of it. She flailed harder and yelled at the air as she desperately wanted to just vent everything that had been pent up for so long.

"Pinkie…" Came Celestia's calm but reassuring voice. Pinkie had completely forgotten she was still there. She slowly turned her head, glaring at the regal Princess for having stopped her. "Pinkie…do you know what you look like right now?" Pinkie looked confused at the Princess's question but couldn't bring herself to answer, her fury was still boiling.

The Princess let out a soft sigh as she conjured up a mirror before holding it up so Pinkie could see herself. Pinkie froze her squirming almost instantly, barely recognizing the mare she saw in the mirror.

The coat was a dark red, a noticeable contrast to the normal bright pink. Her mane was now scarlet, as if the same color as blood and it was flowing as if it were in water trying to rise into the air. But what shocked her most was that her cutie mark had started to turn a shade of red.

"You must calm yourself Pinkie. You don't want to be like him do you?" Celestia asked calmly.

Pinkie let her hooves fall as she stared, her mouth agape. Every ounce of rage began to slip out of her as she stared at herself. Her lower lip began to quiver as she stared, an image of Bellamina coming to her mind, looking sad and disappointed at her sister for having let such rage overcome her. 

The red slowly seeped out of her coat as her hair fell, falling straight around her face. Her colors didn't return to their normal bright versions, but instead switched to the darker shade, she saw herself as she did back when she was still on the farm. Her tears flowed freely from her eyes as she cried, looking at herself.

Celestia gently lowered Pinkie to the ground, letting her go with the magic as Pinkie curled up onto the ground, sobbing into her hooves. She shook from crying, letting the tears of her pain and frustration out. She thought she had gotten them all out of her body, that she had left this all behind her after twice being in that other Ponyville…but the Colt drug them all to the surface. 

But more than that…he made her afraid; not of him, but of herself. If Celestia hadn't been there, she would've tried to kill him. She would've ended his life. And even if he deserved it, even if he was the only pony in the whole world who deserved to die…if she felt justified killing him, who was to say she would stop with just him if she thought somepony else deserved it too?

She had just come close to staining her hooves with blood, and that scared her more than anything.

"Pinkamena…" Pinkie almost froze as she heard his voice return. She didn't know if she wanted to hear him speak anymore…but then…what would've been the point of coming here? Would it have been to realize she could be driven to be a murderer? No…she didn't want that. She slowly lifted her head, looking up at the Colt who had walked closer to the bars now, looking down at her.

"Why are you crying? You're not playing a game with anyone…so why are you crying?" He asked a little confused.

Pinkie's eyes widened a little as he said those words. It was then that it hit her…

He didn't understand.

He played the games that caused so much pain and horror, that killed innocent ponies just so he could eat and enjoy their flesh…

But he didn't understand the pain that caused other ponies. He only ever saw screams and crying when he was having fun, when everything was going his way and he was enjoying himself. He seemed to have this notion that everypony enjoyed the fun he spread and that he wanted to spread that fun with as many ponies as he could. 

His eyes still reflected no emotions, no sadness or happiness, no remorse or enjoyment out of what he saw with the state she was in, they were just blank. He had fun…that's all he understood.

He would never understand suffering or sadness. He wouldn't understand guilt or torment. He wouldn't understand life and death.

All he knew was how to be happy, to have fun, in everything that he did. He knew nothing else.

Pinkie slowly sat up as the realization dawned on her, looking into the Colt's eyes as he looked back at her. She blinked as the last few tears in her eyes escaped, but no fresh ones came. Her mouth hung open as she stared into those blank, red eyes.

Then…a small smile formed on her face. Her eyes still reflected sadness, but she smiled softly. She carefully reached up and gently placed her hoof through one of the bars and placed it against his face. He looked at the hoof strangely, but accepted its touch. He turned his head and looked at Pinkie.

"…Do you have a name?" Pinkie asked carefully. The Colt blinked a little, but didn't seem to think too hard.

"If I had one…I lost it long ago." He said simply, "Of all the things I remember, I can't remember my name."

"I see…" Pinkie said closing her eyes as she could feel his presence now without fear. "I'm sorry to hear that." She carefully pulled her hoof back. "I'm…glad I was able to meet you though."

"I'm glad to have had the company. All this has seemed much like a party, though without the games. The Gods certainly don't speak with me anymore." The Colt let out a soft chuckle, one she knew she would've found haunting before.

"I understand." Pinkie softly chuckled in return, "I'm not going to stay around much longer, but I just wanted to say that…I forgive you." The Colt tilted his head a little confused. "I know. You don't get what's needed to be forgiven right?" The colt didn't acknowledge the question; he just listened intently to Pinkie. "Well…you did a terrible thing. You took someone who was very important to me from this world and it's…been a hard life living with the memory. But…I've come to terms with what happened and…Bellamina would want me to be happy."

"She was a wonderful filly." The Colt smiled.

"She was. Which is why I decided to come see you…to see if I could find closure in a way I hadn't found yet. I guess I just proved to myself that I did need it too. So…this is going to be the last time we ever see each other, but I just needed to let you know…that I do forgive you. In memory of my sister." Pinkie closed her eyes smiling.

"That's a shame, I don't get visitors anymore and I need visitors to host parties. But very well. Then I hope you continue to throw wonderful parties Pinkamena." The Colt smiled.

"Goodbye Mr. Colt." Pinkie said standing up.

"Goodbye Pinkamena." The Colt returned.

Pinkie turned and walked out of the hallway, Princess Celestia following closely behind. As they exited the dark hallway, the door to the rooms swung close, returning the hallway to the darkness that had once ruled it.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you Princess." Pinkie spoke first, apologizing for her behavior.

"It was understandable." Celestia said understandingly, "I'm just glad you were able to calm down. I didn't want to have to explain to Twilight why one of her friends was in prison." Pinkie just laughed a little awkwardly.

"Sorry." She said again smiling, "But…I do feel better now. I'm glad I did this…"

"I'm glad you did too." Celestia said simply.

"Why are you happy Princess?" Pinkie asked curiously, not sure what the Princess had gained from this trip.

"He revealed more to you then he has anyone else. Bliss Star and Crystal Mane…this is the first time he's spoken any name while imprisoned, or revealed while going under his psychological evaluations." Celestia closed her eyes, "And he understands that the dead don't come back to visit…which means those two names have to be ponies that are still alive that he knew."

"…I…I hadn't thought about that." Pinkie said bewildered at how easily Celestia was able to pick up on something at the beginning of their conversation.

"But, that is another matter. Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Celestia asked, genuinely concerned.

Pinkie smiled brightly and nodded her head, "Yes, I'll be fine Princess. I need a little while to gather myself, but I'll be throwing parties again in no time."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." Celestia smiled genuinely, "Come, as long as you are here why not enjoy dinner with me tonight?"

"That sounds wonderful!" Pinkie said, her hair poofing back out as she bounced alongside the Princess.




-The End-