With the passage of weeks and they slowly were being turned into months, Pinkie continued to kept going to the haunted theater. Where every other soul would be injured badly all the way up to the point of no recovery, the mare was always allowed a safe passage. For it was her singing that caught the ears of the Femme every single time. The tunes so refined, the words that came right out of the heart. It did odd things to the Femme itself. It began to genuinely love the earth pony.
Unknown to just what to do with the feelings racing through its body, the being in the red dress walked down a set of hidden stairs that could be found behind the main stage’s curtain and laid below a hatch. A set of stairs that led over to the very basement of the abandoned theater. The place where it had set up its lair of operations.
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The door flung open and the left eye of the being gazed over the room. The Femme’s right one was revealed to be covered by a flock of mane. It took note of the infamous organ which was played on a daily base during the early evening. Its tunes were powerful enough to be heard all the way up on the main stage. The sounds themselves could only be heard faintly on the spot. Which made it all the more perfect for the being. It could play, but few could hear.
Its eye turned over to the right to see the bed it had been residing in for months after each other and on the wall next to it were all the articles that were written about it. About its deeds done and victims speaking. But there also hung pictures of many dresses. Dresses that were made by a unicorn tailor a long ago.
With a growl in its voice was the head turned over to the left side of the room. There it saw the desk it had been working behind it long enough to know every single inch of it. Above it, there was a one-way hearing device made out of a near endless supply of tubes. Sounds from all over the theater would enter through receivers placed all over the building, travel down and then end up for her to listen to them.
That was the manner how she knew just where her victims were. That was the starting signal for the sick play of games that it did. Traps would be activated while the Femme stood in the darkened hallway. The Femme walked over to the chair of the organ and sat down on it.
With its hands she pulled and pushed a couple sets of levers to set the right tunes for the organ. There was a sly grin that formed itself on the face. It had set everything as it desired to and the fingers loosened themselves up. All before they touched the keys of the organ and brought the beast to life.
The hands moved over the keys of the massive instrument, the many pipes began to release their powerful tunes. Tunes that were filled with both hatred and sadness for the done deeds. But when they released the pipes, they echoed through the room in all of their glory. Next to practically making the Femme deaf, it also had another effect and that being remembrance from earlier deeds. One in particular.
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It was the night of the terrible storm that raged over the simple town. The rain dripped down all sides of the wonderful gothic styled building. The gargoyles acted as rain catchers before it would find their way down to the ground. A poor soul of a stallion was in the desperate need for a place of shelter and the building was its only option. The soul knew of the rumors but everything was better than to suffer through the harsh weather that been raging on.
While the soul closed the door behind itself, a sigh of relief did its turn through the empty hallway. The eyes shut themselves for a couple seconds and the stallion tried to get back up on its breath. What was unknown to him, was the fact that the Femme of the Theater stood in the hallway as well. Within mere seconds had it stepped out of the hallway, glancing to him. Its sapphire blue, visible eye appeared to almost be shining down upon him. All while a flock of mane covered half of the face. No other features could be seen from it.
The eyes opened themselves again and they picked up the sapphire blue eye of the Femme. “Oh, s-sorry if I i-interrupted anything. But, y-you see, the storm outside had become unbearable and I, well, I needed shelter. I, I won’t be any problem. I’ll leave again once the storm has died down. O-Okay?” the soul spoke up in a terrified voice. Hope was his only point of turning and he clanged on it for his dear life.
It was then that the Femme removed itself out of the hallway and the red dress waved behind it in an oddly beautiful manner. The soul that had entered gulped only more whereas its curiosity rose up. “K-Keep it together now… It, it didn't look that scary…” the soul mumbled in itself as it began to walk further down the hallway. The curiosity of just finding out who the mysterious being was almost burning the stallion from the inside out. But the being wouldn't let go of its secrets with ease.
He tried to follow the being that had disappeared in one of the hallways. In his mind he believed that the Femme wouldn’t harm him and actually lead him over to safety. Nonetheless he still kept his guard up.
In reality had the stallion only came closer to its doom. For when the soul reached the spot where the Femme stood while it gazed upon him, the hell broke loose. The last thing to be caught with the eyes of the poor stallion, were a horn that was covered in a blue aura and a fist that made its way over to the soul’s face.
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The tunes of the organ only became louder and got even more filled with hatred the more the Femme thought about the ponies that were hurt within the building. Each of them were beaten up by it. Some had to suffer with magic while others were just beaten up with bare hands. Growls and moans left the nose and mouth of the being as its fingers kept going over the keys of the organ. There wouldn't be a stop for it anytime soon.
With the pipes ringing their tunes so loudly down in the lair, they came over the sounds from the listening device. Somepony had entered through the front door of the building. Somepony who had been there more often that it was at its own home.
Pinkie Diane Pie found herself once again in the theater as she did at least once a week. Once a week she came down there to perform before the imaginary crowds. Ponies declared her crazy for doing such actions as they myths of the Femme.
But the mare didn't care about what was being said. For her it was a form of releasing stress. She would continue to do that until her heart would have been healed from its wounds, no matter how long it took. If such a thing was even possible to begin with. Everpony in town also laid themselves down on the fact that the unicorn tailor would never return home again. How she was caught, was different for everypony. The results however, all stayed the same. She simply was, gone.
The earth pony mare stood on the main stage once again and she closed her eyes to sing the first notes under the magical spotlight. Then there were some faint sounds that got caught up within her ears. Her ears perked themselves a bit better to gain the origin of the sounds as her eyes opened themselves again. “Well all in,” she calmly spoke in a scared undertone before she would turned herself around to face the curtain. The curtain that had never been opened since her arrival and she never had been behind either. Though she had good reasons for it, she feared that what could possibly behind it. The fear for the unknown crawled up to her, every time she looked at it.
But her ears indicated that the sounds came from behind it and after she had gathered her guts. Pinkie just walked over to it with a confident pace. She pushed them aside like it was nothing. Which it in one way was, given their rips. She feared she would actually see the worst possible things the old that could house and her eyes were forcefully shut as she moved the pieces to her side.
When she dared to open her eyes again, everything was empty. No props, no instruments, no decor. Absolutely nothing filled the area behind the stage. That was with the exception of the faint sound that came from the only visible hatch behind the curtains.
Her curiosity rose only more and more. Pinkie made her way over to the hatch and her hand carefully moved itself over to the knob to open it. With a shaky arm would she have just opened it as her fears crawled up in her once more.
While the hatch was opened, she was treated with the tunes of the organ being a lot louder and a staircase to be revealed. Armed with the desire to know just who or what would be playing the tunes, Pinkie began to descend from the steps with the greatest of care. Down into the abyss of darkness. She prepared for the worst, but in silence hoped for the best.