//------------------------------// // Mutations // Story: Grounds for the Dead: A L4D2 Story // by SCP Pinkamena //------------------------------// Grounds For The Dead: Chapter Seven Pinkie Pie was hopping down the street when suddenly a felt a combo coming her way. Drooling mouth. Ear Flop. Achy Hoof. Her eyes went wide as she knew what that meant. With a large gasp she went zipped past all the ponies and entered Sugarcube Corner where she uttered two words to the occupants and the lovely couple working there. "New ponies..." She said and the entire store went empty afterwards. The sparks then began to fly both metaphorically and literally as she began to plan a party for not one, not two, but EIGHT different ponies... She knew she had her work cut out for her. ____________ "OK... so Hunter your turn," Twilight said as her notes grew steadily. Spitter and Jockey already gave brief description (While Spitter gave a more physical one) of what they could do. Charger had already explained that he needed a log to do what he needed to do. Hunter looked at the bookshelf before he perched himself upon on it. Twilight sighed to herself. "Hunter, do you really nee-AH!" She was cut off as Hunter descended from the shelf and landed straight on top of her, almost straddling her. While this would be appropriate situation for a... ahem... different time, Twilight was scared out of her mind seeing his sunken eyes behind the darkness of hood. He brought his hoof up and quickly brought it down next to her head, and with a small whimper from Twilight, Hunter got off of her. She stood shakily and fearfully with the help of the CMC. She stared daggers at Hunter who only shrugged at her, and walked to the rest of the infected. She shook her head and sighed loudly before pointing at Smoker. He made his way to the middle of the room before standing firm. He looked at Twilight before she nodded to proceed. "I must warn you, it's slightly disturbing," He told her before looking at the giant horse head by the wall. 'If I remember right, I can carry about... two hundred fifty pounds?' Smoker thought as he opened his and... SHRK! His tongue flew from his mouth making Twilight and the Cutie Mark Crusaders jump in fright and hid behind the couch. Smoker stood their his tongue wrapped tightly around the horse head. "OK... now phlor tha har' par... (OK... now for the hard part...)" Smoker said through his tongue and started dragging it toward him. The uninfected ponies watched as Smoker pulled the 150 pound statue towards him. By the time the statue was next to Smoker, he was huffing at the weight and exhaustion. He bit down on his tongue severing it and it hit the ground. Twilight and the CMC all held their mouths with their hooves. He just BIT off his own tongue! As they watched him open his mouth again, instead of a steady stream of blood, came another tongue. The one on the ground was at first pink, then it turned black before crumbling into dust. A breeze rolled in and took the tongue-dust out the window. Their stomach contents quickly left the window as well. Twilight wiped the remaining drool from her mouth. "Smoker... never do that again..." She said with the horrible taste of bile in her mouth, and the CMC, who had the same treatment, nodded and murmured in agreement. Smoker looked at them apologetically before sitting down with the rest of the group. Boomer, who had declined demonstrating and telling about what he did, sat there without a care in the world. After shaking out the after taste and the after effects of vomiting, she turned to find pink only covering her vision. "HI TWILIGHT!" Pinkie shouted, making Twilight jump and sticking her to the ceiling by her horn. Twilight, still dazed, was suddenly in pain and the source being horn she clamped her eye shut as tears began to fall. "Wha- what do you want Pinkie?" She said as the tears made there way to the ground. When Smoker saw this, being the most sensible, used his tongue to dislodge her from the ceiling and back on the ground. After he released her, he made sure he bit his tongue away from them. Pinkie being the most laughable, loveable, and partyrific mare, has never seen a pony who could stretch their tongue that. Let alone pick ponies up with it. Pinkie went wide eyed. "Wow! Holy molely! I've never seen another pony do that!" She yelled. She jumped up and down going from each infected seeing down their mouths. "Hmmm.... Nopeity nopers! I don't see any long tongues!" She laughed and then hopped over to Witch, who had been occupied with a fluffy pillow. As Pinkie made her way to her she suddenly stopped and listened to the... insane laugh? Hehehehehheheheeeeryyyaaa....... That laugh... that... horrible laugh... She turned to see the red-orange maned Earth Pony giving her his eternal smile. Her eyes widened at the laugh that emanated from his mouth. What's even worse is that she's seen that smile before, when she thought all of her friends abandoned her. Something uncharacteristic happened that day. She deflated at the smile before her. The smile was the definition of insanity, anguish, hatred, sadness, loneliness- "Pinkie! What's wrong!" Twilight yelled to her as the Party Pony began to shake uncontrollably. Tears began to stream down her face as she looked into the eternal smile. Anger, destruction, decimation, murder- Pinkie then had a shocked look on her face before she fell over shaking. "I-I'm sorry....I'll n-n-never smile again...." She said as she shook in fear. She repeated the sentence over and over until her voice was to used up and just stared crying all together. Twilight took her in her magic and took Pinkie to her bed that was currently empty and watched as her friend, that was once a happy party pony, reduced to a shaking mess that had swore never to smile again. As Twilight tucked her in and then it struck her hard. "Where's Rainbow Dash?" She asked worryingly.