After signing in and informing the guard who they wanted to see, they were led into a room with something that probably used to be Pinkie Pie. But she wore her mane straight, and had burn marks on her back and sides.. not to mention the cuts. She had deep cut scars all over her front legs, X's over her Cutie Marks, several deep cuts on her neck, Joker-like scars on her face, and what appeared to be stab wounds in her chest, about six. Scootaloo was terrifed.
"Hey.. Scootaloo!" Pinkie said this in her normally cheerful voice, but there appeared to be hesitation. "Don't worry.. I'm not gonna hurt you. That's why I'm in here.. to keep Pinkamena from hurting you."
"Pinkamena?" Scootaloo was clearly confused.
"Pinkamena. She's me, but she's not me. But she can tell me to do things. And punish me if I don't listen. She stabbed me when I got caught burning down the reasturaunt." She looked down at her stab wounds. "That's why my mane is straight. She won't let me curl it. She doesn't like it when I think for myself. She can't hurt me in here though. But I still need to keep my hair straight. Or maybe she can find a way." She then got wide-eyed, and started softly singing under her breath. "Come on everypony.. smile smile smile.. fill my heart up with sunshine.. sunshine.."
At this point all three were convinced Pinkie was in her own world and was no longer aware of them. "Turns out she had a severe personality disorder, that was set off when her friends left. She'd never lost a friend before.."
"That's so sad.." Scootaloo's eyes were starting to tear up again. She'd never cried more in her life than she had the past few weeks.
After a while, they left. Scootaloo desperatly wanted to see Rainbow Dash, and to forget everything she had just seen. She had cared a lot for these ponies, and they were all in terrible shape. She felt so bad for all of them..