//------------------------------// // Unfounded, Unneeded, Undeserved Revenge // Story: Voices in My Head Resurrection // by firebirdabirdoffire //------------------------------// Voices in My Head Original 4 chapters by ponyofawesome92 Continuation by drybowserabowsermadeoutofdry Chapter 6 - Unfounded, Unneeded, Undeserved Revenge "Twilight, I found 'Phelan's Fortunate Failure' under F." Spike said shaking his arm with said book in his claw, before he put it back where it belonged. "Lyra's done it again." Twilight rolled her eyes. "Pretty sure Derpy borrowed that one last." "No it was Lyra, Derpy has OCD when it comes to sorting things alphabetically." "Well she is a mail mare, it makes sense." Spike reasoned. Somepony knocked on the door. "It's a library, you can enter anytime." Twilight said. Pinkamena entered with a smile that felt.. dishonest. It's big but not genuine. But despite all those qualities Twilight and Spike couldn't quite their hoof and claw on it. "Hi guys." Pinkamena faked the friendly demeanor, that much should be obvious. To the librarians she looked energy less. "Hi Pinkie." They said in unison. "Are you here for a talk?" Twilight asked. "Yes," Pinkamena nodded. "I need it after the amount of crying I did because of you two said earlier.." "Crying?" Twilight asked? "Because of us?" Spike said. "I haven't seen you today until now, Pinkie." "And I didn't say anything hurtful about you." Twilight continued. "You definitely did, and I want you to take it back." A hint of anger came from Pinkamena. "We didn't." Twilight said in her and Spike's defense. "Yes you did, behind my back after I left." "Has this to do with your imaginary friends?" "You didn't answer my question, Twilight." Pinkamena's voice was being stern. "No we didn't, Pinkie." Twilight said truthfully, Spike just nodded. "I heard it pretty loud and clear you two calling my talent stupid behind my back. I want you two to take it back." "We say didn't that." Spike said. "So we can't really take it back, can we Twilight?" "No we can't," Twilight replied. "Umm... Pinkie, I'm not sure how to put this.. but you either gone crazy, had a realistic nightmare, or a nightmare caused by a repressed split personality who was stuck long enough to have gathered enough conflicting emotions to break the mental barrier between the two of you to make you hallucinate that we said that." Pinkamena was in shock, had Twilight caught onto her? 'Pinkie.. That's not what happened.' "Are you sur-" "But the latter is so rare it's almost preposterous." Twilight said. 'See?' Pinkamena thought fast and slick. Pinkamena took a page out of Rarity's book she wrote this morning and rewrote it. "You dare imply that? I'm insulted. You're disowned from list, BOTH OF YOU. I'll go my merry way, I don't need your help. And your royal party has been cancelled." The latter hurt Twilight the least. "Pinkie! Wait!" Twilight came closer but she got bucked into the wall. "AAAAah, ow." "Twilight!" Spike gasped. Twilight fell to the ground as Pinkamena left. The kick hurt Twilight the most, physically speaking, the not being friends anymore thing is of course on top of the list. "Are you okay, Twilight!?!" Asked a concerned. "Help me get to bed. I think the wrong string in Pinkie's mind has snapped." Twilight wasn't so sure. "Can we repair it?" "Maybe, Spike.. Maybe.. Get me all the books about psychology you can find." Twilight also grabbed the book with spell she found dark. 'So how did you like that, deary?' Pinkamena asked her Alter Ego. "I take it back, I'm not sure what made me think this felt good. I felt horrible when you kicked Twilight. And if her theory is true that means you made those images up." 'I didn't.' Pinkamena denied. 'I'm not lying, Pinkie Swear.' "I still don't like this.." 'Too bad I'm taking over for a while until all your friends are abandoning you. They didn't like you, so let's see how they like the new 'Pinkie'.' "No don't!" "Ah alriddy told ya, Sugahcube. Ah did not give ya a Poison Joak apple. Ah'm mighty sure such thangs don't exist." Applejack explained. "Prove it." An angry Pinkamena said. "Ah don't have an apple that doesn't exist an' supposed to 'ave given to ya... " Applejack deadpanned. "Well then, you're no longer my friend until you have proven otherwise." Pinkamena marched off with her nose high in the sky. "Hmph!" All Applejack could say was a small: "'n tarnation?" "Quick Nurse!!" A hyperventilating teary eyed Rainbow Dash said flying with Fluttershy in her hooves. "Bring her to whatever she needs right now! Just do it." The nurse didn't hesitate. "She has a dart in her eye! Why?" She asked. "Ya're not gonna believe this. It was Pinkie Pie!" Rainbow was following the nurse to the room Fluttershy will be held for the moment. "What?!" "She barged in my cloud house, while Fluttershy was already visiting. She had a bunch darts with her, she said that it's not nice to play darts with her head as the dartboard. We pointed out that we don't know how to play darts. She called us liars, and started throwing dart at us. I'm skipping out on details, 'kay? She tried to hit me first but I dodged them all. She only had one left, and she hit in her eye, where we hit them apparently hit them! We didn't! She's making stuff up!" "Sounds like Pinkie's gone insane. We need to do a mental check on her, and give her some treatment." "Please be careful with both... Even if Pinkie's cuckoo, she's still my friend." "We will, Ms. Dash." They arrived in what might be Fluttershy's final resting place. "You can go home Ms. Dash, we'll keep you up-to-date on Fluttershy." Rainbow nodded. "Please pull through, 'Shy." Rainbow said producing even more tears. "For me!" Her voice cracked. It was long day, around the evening. After disowning the Pegasi from their friendship circle, Pinkamena was on her way home, Pinkie's home that is. "That was too much fun, throwing that dart it that loser's eye. So much misery~. Even if it was an accident" She said in a sing-song way. "Please... Stop!" Their body was fresh out out of tears a long time ago. "Please give me back control." Pinkie begged. 'Sure.' "No please you don't understand, I need to apologize to them!" 'Did you hear me right? I said "Sure".' "You did?!" Pinkie said in disbelief. 'Yes, but when we're home.' "Okay.." "G'night, Mrs. Cake." Pinkamena said nicely. "Good night, deary." Mrs. Cake couldn't shake the feeling she had, Pinkie's aura so-to-speak felt cold. Up in Pinkie's bedroom, lying on Pinkie's bed. 'Like I promised, Pinkie.' "You can have your body back." Pinkamena put some heavy emphasis on "your". A flat maned Pinkie got out bed quickly and hurtled over to Mrs. Cake downstairs. "Mrs. Cake, Mrs. Cake, I need to talk to you!" Pinkie's shaken. Mrs. Cake raised an eyebrow at Pinkie's attitude change. "Alright deary, but keep it quiet, the kids are sleeping." Pinkie told about her split personality, her friends, and what her alter-ego did to them, how she has lost her best friends. "I am crazy..." Mrs. Cake comforted her with a hug. "I guess I couldn't follow up on that promise to not make you more crazy. But I'll help you become less crazy, tomorrow we'll see a doctor." Pinkie nodded, she was surprised that Pinkamena kept quiet through out. There was somepony knocking on the door, Mrs. Cake let go Pinkie. "It's a bakery, the door's open." Mrs. Cake said. The door opened. It were a few ponies with some gear to catch animals, and Cuffs, so maybe they catch the insane instead? "Hello Mrs. Cake, Ms. Pie." A white Pegasus with a grey mane and tail held up a badge with a red cross. "I'm Night Mist, of the Ponyville's Hospital's Experimental Enforcers of Ponies Who're Mentally out of the Ordinary, Extremely. Or PHEEPWMOX or PHEEPWAMOX, depends how you pronounce 'Who're'." "That doesn't roll of the tongue." Mrs. Cake said. "It's spelled wrong." Pinkie had barely the will to say anything to 'strangers' in quotation marks, she practically knew everypony in town. "There shouldn't be a X in the acronym." "Like we said, it's experimental, we're working on the acronym. We specialize in catching the insane, the delusional, etc. To the hospital, where they attempt to cure them. We have heard word of the wind from at least two (at least two directly, many more indirect) sources, that Pinkie has snapped too far, we came to check up on that." "Oh.." Pinkie said looking down, breathing seemed a bit heavy for her. "Yes, I am.." "Well Pinkie, they'll bring you to the doctors." *Sigh* "Yeah." "I'll stand behind you, Pinkie. I'll explain it to your friends, with any luck they'll understand." "Wait," Night Mist said. "I'm curious, what do you think you suffer from? I mean it's not the most easy thing to answer, with all those scientifi-" "Split personality..." "That explains why this job's too easy." "I'm also best friendless now..." "That's also an acceptable reason that would do the trick." "Can you prove that you have a split personality?" A pony in the back said. "I don't want to... And even if I wanted to it takes a lot of effort to br-" "Not anymore, Pinks!" Pinkamena rudely interrupted herself. "Oh no." "Oh yes! I can finally take over whenever I want. Too bad for you, huh?" "Please, bring me the hospital! QUICK!" "Yes please, she's insane." They cuffed her and threw them into their carriage. "Thank you." Pinkamena said. "Good-bye Mrs. Cake. Please feed Gummy when I'm gone. Oh wait, forgot I had Gummy as a friend. Can I take my pet alligator with me?" They all stared at her as if she was insane. Pinkamena laughed on the inside. 'Come tomorrow I will finally have what I always wanted.' To be continued...