Light was expecting somepony who would generate inmense and irrational fear to her. She expected her to look like she did when she brutally murdered those ponies. To have the darkness in her eyes that showed her black soul and a mercyless glare, but what Light witnesed was entirely diferent from her own picture of Pinkamena.
She looked more like a lybrarian than a pshyco, with calm eyes that seemed to give out an air of elegance and superiority. Her mane was straight and graying, with small white hairs perfectly in line with the other pink ones. Unlike her bright pink coat, her's was graying, maybe due to age and madness. She seemed to be perfectly composed and if Pinkamena wasn't wearing a mussel and cuffs, Light would never have guessed she was an insane killer.
What shocked her the most was how remarkably similar she was to Light. If her hair was, "poofier" and filled with life, and if her coat wasn't as dull, they would have looked almost identical.
Light froze a meter from the door. She wanted to be invisible and run away from her, from all the history of what happened. Pinkamena looked at her blankly, showing little to no emotion. Light on the other hand, was virtually sweating fear. She took a deep breath and walked forward, taking a seat in the cheap mettalic chair oposite to Pinkamena. They stared at each other, Light fidgeted with her hooves and sighed. This was going to take a while.
Surprisigly Pinkamena was the first to talk. "I never thought I'd see you again." She said. It was the voice of a pony that had seen too much. Light couldn't explain it, but her voice seemed to give out a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in years.
Light nodded, "eighteen years,yeah." She couldn't think of anything else to say.
"How's school?" A very simple question,
"Just finished it a month ago. I'm working in Ms. Pumking Cake's bakery temporarely." Not temporarely, probably for the left of her life until she earned her cutie mark. That is, if she earned her cutie mark.
"Thats intersting. And friends?" She asked. How this mare managed to keep her voice so calm and controled while talking to her long lost daughter was beyond Light.
"I have friends. I hang out with them and my sister." She mentioned Sapphire on purpose, to trigger some kind of response from her. To prove that she still actually cared for her.
Pinkamena raised an eyebrow. "Sister?"
Light nodded "Her name is Sapphire Rich. She is one of my best friends."
The mare nodded, keeping her eyes on Light. "I guess you know you came here to try to get information from me. I did agree to help them. But the reason I wanted to see you Light, other than you are my daughter, is that I will speak to you and to you alone."
Light opened her mouth to speak. But only silence came out. She was as sinister as everyone said she was. Light nodded in fear.
"Don't be frightened, I won't harm you. I worked in such a way that no one would find out what I was doing. Not even my landlords. I would grind the ponies thin enough to make them untraceable by taste."
Light turned away, slightly disgusted. Pinkamena chuckled, "My most sincerest apologies, I honestly never tought it would be so disturbing to other ponies." Light nodded and looked back at the insane mare.
"But it is true, this pony obviously has no baking talent. He is unable to recognize how to grind like I did. On the other hand he is an artist, you can tell by the frosting design. Anyone has to have talent enough to hide such hideous cupcakes must have a talent decorating them. In the best sweet shops, separate ponies are selected to ice cupcakes, cakes and other desserts. If you want to find a killer, figure out who is icing those cupcakes."
Light nodded, but looked back up. "What about the cooks themselves? The icing pony could be nothing more than a helper, like an assistant. But its the cooks that do all of it. Maybe in some way they are trying to be more noticeable and thats why they are making the... Chunks, bigger."
Pinkamena nodded and smiled. "You have a sharp mind. That is always a probability. Go to the best bakeries in Canterlot and figure everything out. You might find your killer there."
Light nodded. At the same tine the large mettalic door opened again and Shining Armor's head apeared. His strong presence seemed to give the guards a bolt of electricity as they straightened up and saluted.
"Light, its time to go." He said.
Light nodded and stood up. For a split second she swore she saw a flash of regret fly through Pinkamena's eyes. But they returned back to normal soon enough. Light gave her a small smile. "It was nice to meet you." She said.
Pinkamena nodded. "Remember my words, and keep thinking for yourself, Light."
Light nodded, she turned and looked at the door. She wanted to cry, to roll over in a little ball in a corner and cry. How could someone who abandoned her for so long be so cold? She blamed it in the madness of her mother. What else could she do?
Light walked away from the room, unable to see as her mother spilled a single tear. A tear she had been saving for eighteen years. It slipped ober the mussel and hit her shoulde. Blending with the orange overals she was forced to wear. She closed her eyes as the gash of bright light entered the room when Light opened the door. Maybe she wouldn't close her eyes to the light next time she saw it. After all, a bit of light never hurt anyone.