Prologue:
"It seems like I’ve been drawing this out a bit too long. But now, it’s time!" Pinkie said with enthusiasm in her voice. Everything was quiet for a brief period of time after her voice stopped. Dash was just barely alive, hanging down from the wall right before her. The pegasus was unable to feel anything, her entire body numb from all the pain she had to endure. The only thing that was keeping her alive was the sick amount of adrenaline which was forced into her heart, denying her the sweet relief of death. Moments passed in which Pinkie just enjoyed all the despair and pain of her victim. It was so satisfying, chilling her blood in a way nothing else did.
Dash was starting to wonder what was going on, she slowly opened her eyes. For just a brief moment she hoped that, if she opened them, she would wake up back at her home and that this was just a horrible dream. This hope was shattered when her blurry vision started to sharpen. Right in front of her was still Pinkie; she was staring at Dash with her cold eyes. The pink pony picked up a butcher knife from the table and slowly approached her. Dash knew that this was certainly the last thing she was going to see, the only thing she could do now was... grin. Dash began to grin, and with the last bit of energy she whispered
"Goodbye Pinkie". Pinkie hesitated for a second, her eyes were filled with tears but she simply replied "Bye..."
Dash felt the slightest pressure on her breast, which was followed by maniacal laughter. "DIE, DIE, DIE" the pink pony screamed while furiously stabbing the knife into the Pegasus. Blood was pouring out on the surface, her pink mane slowly changed into a scarlet red. Even after she was sure that Dash was no longer alive she continued stabbing her, until she was too exhausted to proceed.
"That was number 12... I’ll never forget you, Rainbow Dash" she panted with a wide smile while the knife she held was dropped onto the ground. She didn't feel like cleaning up this mess now, so Pinkie decided to do the "paperwork" first. She entered a small room and closed the door behind her. On the wall in front of her were pictures of every single pony in Ponyville, some of them were already marked with a red "X". She walked past her "memorial wall", as she called it, and put her hoof inside a small box, pulling a small piece of paper out. Pinkie grinned when she saw what was written on it, the grin turned into maniacal laughter as she left the room, dropping the sheet of paper on the floor. Only one word was written on it... "Fluttershy"
Chapter 1:
Pinkie was slowly crawling out of her bed; the sun was still not raised by Celestia, which meant most of the ponies were still asleep, enjoying their dreams. Not so for the pink pony, but waking up this early was nothing new for her. She entered the bathroom and cleaned her face with some cold water, it was refreshing, but it didn't take away her exhaustion. She sighed as she made her way back into her room. Carefully picking up her little pet alligator and hugging him gently while she laid back down into her bed.
"What would I do without you? You're the only thing that keeps me sane at times like this" she whispered to her sleeping pet.
The door rang, which snapped Pinkie back into reality, how long was she laying there? She did not sleep, that was for sure. She was perfectly lucid since her nightmare. Pinkie looked outside her window and saw that the sun was already in the sky. She trotted down and answered door.
"Hey Pinkie, I was just here to tell you that I can't come to your party today, I need to visit the princess for a couple of days, royal business and stuff" Twilight said with a smile on her lips.
"Oh, yeah that's fine ... I wont be hosting a party today anyway." Pinkie responded with a yawn.
"Is something wrong? You seem tired"
"I'm supi dupi fine-i, thank you for your concern-ies" Pinkie trying to sound as cheerful as always.
"If you say so, and by the way I liked your curled hair more, you seem so ... depressed with straight hair, it just doesn't fit you," Twilight added while turning around and walking away.
"Its actually rather appropriate," She murmured to herself while trotting back inside.
“Maybe I should just tell Twilight, she would know what to do,” she thought. “No, I can't trouble others with my concerns; I'm supposed to make them happy, what kind of element of laughter am I if I make them sad?”
She had to deal with this on her own.
Pinkie was tired and drained; her urge to sleep was only blocked by the fears of experiencing another nightmare. She ducked and picked up a little book from under her bed.
The pony approached her desk, it was covered in a rather chaotic mess: balloons, streamers and a cupcake from yesterday were on it. She pushed these things aside to make herself some room, then she opened up a drawer and picked out a single quill in between all of her “party materials”
She opened up her book and started to write
“Day 12
This time it was one of my closest friends, Rainbow Dash. It was more vivid than ever. I couldn't control what I was doing, I was only able to watch myself torturing and killing Dashie. Worst of all I enjoyed it somehow, I tried so hard not to. But it felt so satisfying when “she” was tearing her flesh. I hate myself so much for feeling that way, and writing this down gets harder every day. But it reminds me of who I am and what I am supposed to be and feel like.
Please, someone make it stop”
Tears were streaming down from her face, they dropped onto the paper which made it wet, like so many times before.
She didn't know why this was happening. Why right now? And why her? It was unbearable, but there was nothing she could think of that could help her. It was almost like something inside of her was trying to break free.
A ringing doorbell disrupted her thoughts. She put her book quickly back under her bed and approached the door. A second before she opened it, a pegasus burst through it.
“Hey Pinkie, whatcha doin?” Dash said while flying inside.
Pinkies pupils dilated at the sight of the blue pegasus, memories of her nightmare were forced into her head. She was now standing in front of her friend again. Dash was fixated on a wall in front of her, immovable. Pinkie had a knife in her mouth and was now walking towards her. “No, No, No “she thought but her body refused to obey to her commands.
“Pinkie, PINKIE!” Dash shouted at her friend but there was no reaction, the pink pony started to hyperventilate. Her eyes weren't moving, it was like she was being dragged into another world, not aware of her surroundings anymore. “Hey snap out of it!” Dash demanded while shaking her.
It seemed to work, Pinkie was now looking around and her breathing normalized. The pink pony avoided Dash's gaze at any cost, afraid that she might get trapped into her own mind once more.
“What was that, Pinkie?” Dash asked with confusion in her voice
“Ehm, nothing, nothing at all.” Pinkie lied, she was afraid that Dash would hate her if she knew what was going on inside of her little head.
“You can't tell me that was nothing.”
“Well, it was,” it was a poor attempt at fooling Dash.
Dash realized that she was getting nowhere, so she lifted up Pinkies head until their eyes met.
“Kill her” Pinkie was told the second she saw the other pony. “Kill her and get it over with” the voice inside of her head told her. She tried to banish these thoughts but she couldn't. “Don't you wanna be the happy and cheerful Pinkie again? Kill her and you will be “
Teardrops formed inside of her wet eyes while she looked around her room, trying to find something sharp or heavy. Pinkie freed herself from Dash's grip and walked mindlessly towards her desk. The voice didn't stop commanding her; she could not take it any longer.
“Pinkie? What are you doing?” Dash was confused.
She picked up a knife from the table and turned around, facing the pegasus once again.
Dash was afraid now, “What is that mare doing?” she thought.
Pinkie was slowly approaching her with the knife in her hoof; she was in some kind of unconscious state, her body moved on its own. Dash's brain told her to run away. Seeing her friend in a situation like this made her own stomach twist. She had to do something to help her, what kind of element of loyalty would she be if she runs away now?
She gulped down her fears and walked towards Pinkie, still unsure what to do.
When Pinkie was right in front of her, it was out of pure instinct when Dash put her hooves around her and gently hugged her “Its okay” she said calmly.
The knife was dropped onto the ground by the pink earth pony. The embrace of her friend snapped Pinkie back into the real world.
For once, her mind was freed from all the twisted thoughts that tried to crawl up. She had no urge to harm Dash anymore.
“It's not okay Dash … It's not” Pinkie sobbed before starting to cry into the other mare's shoulders.
“Well, Dash seems like you're better at this stuff than you thought.” the cyan pegasus praised herself.
They sat there without saying anything. Rainbow was just trying to comfort Pinkie as best as she could.
After awhile Dash made an attempt to break the awkward silence “Feeling any better?”
“A bit...” Pinkie whispered as a response.
“Could you tell me what the hay is going on then?”
She nodded and tried to tell Dash, but no sound escaped her lips. Pinkie just couldn't find any way to tell her friend, too afraid of how she might react.
“So?” Dash was getting impatient.
Pinkie bit down on her lips, moving to her bed and picked up her little book again.
She hesitated for a moment before handing it to Dash. “And I am supposed to do what?” she asked with confusion in her voice.
"Read it, you dummy” Pinkie responded with the most honest smile she could put up right now.
Dash opened the first page and started reading
“Day #3
I'm not sure what is goin on, but I'm going to get all crazy if I don't tell anyone about my feelings... but I c....”
Before she could continue Pinkie interrupted her , “Please read it at home.. not now” she begged. Dash wanted to protest but then saw the desperate gaze Pinkie had.
“Ok” she simply said and closed the book. She couldn't wait to find out what was going on, but Dash would stay here as long as Pinkie needed her.
“So you're hungry?” Dash changed the topic
“Mhm” she nodded
“Well, I'm starving so lets get some food, my treat!" Dash suggested with a smile and started to head outside. Pinkie hesitated for a second before following her.
The Cakes were out for the weekend and Dash didn't want to ask Pinkie if she could bake something for them in a situation like this. Especially because she wouldn't be a great help herself, her cooking skills were modest at best, and baking? A smirk formed on her lips when she thought about what happened the last time she and Pinkie tried to bake something.
"What's so funny?" Pinkie asked her casually.
"Remember when we tried to make a cake for Twilight's birthday and the ingredients ended up on Rarity's hair?" Dash responded trying to contain her laugh
"Haha, yeah" Pinkie couldn't help but grin as she remembered that incident.
To her surprise her mood started to lighten up. The fresh air, the comforting sun and the companionship of a certain pegasus made it easier for her to cope with everything that was happening right now.