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Chapter 2: Popped Balloons
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Dear Princess Celestia,
HAPPY 4,712 and a third birthday! Don’t worry, no one has fa forgotten! Well I certainly haven’t, I don’t know about Rarity or Applejack or Rainbow Dash or any of my friends really! Twilight sent you a card from all of us though; I was the one who put the special can confu confetti in for you and Luna to share! Even Fluttershy helped me pick the colour! Don’t you think that rainbow is just perfect?
Speaking of Fluttershy –which is the reason that I am writing to you- she seems a bit… well… odd. And that’s coming from ME! Like yet yesterday, I was asking her what sounded better for a new cupcake I was making: Reckless Rainbow or Rainbow Redness, and even though I asked her over and over and over again she wouldn’t tell me! And then, when Dashie was giving her her weekly flying lesson Fluttershy ran off in the middle of it and was being a real meanie! It’s like she didn’t even want her help! And Fluttershy REALLY needs help with flying. Rainbow usually runs after her when that happens but Fluttershy was really rude to her and stomped on her hoof! Poor Dashie; I helped fix her up afterwards with a yummy cupcake! A few days after, Twilight was practicing a new spell for some secret meeting that was in the Everfree Forest –I bumped into her while participating in a treasure hunt for Pip’s birthday- Fluttershy ran in and hit her! For no reason at all! It was very outlandish… Funny word outlandish; but not as funny as kumquat! Don’t you think it’s funny princess? Kumquat kumquat KUMQUAT! Oh yeah, my friendship report… Um… OH! Yes:
Today I learnt that cupcakes are better when you make them out of with friends; that's my secret ingredient! They taste MUCH better that way! Pinkie Pie out!
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The once-bubbly pink pony lied sprawled out on a smooth oak flooring, gazing at an old letter with regret in her eyes. A tear freely streamed down her cheek, already dampened by the tears that have fallen before. After all that she and her friends had been through it seemed like her life meant nothing anymore; she had no purpose. Her friends were slowly dying one by one; a killer was on the loose and patterns had started to emerge. If her friends were being wiped out, she would too; but no pony would be able to after her… accident…
Her cutie mark was supposed to represent the ability to bring joy to anypony that followed in her wake, but that had faded with age and despair. She had attempted to cut off the retched mark that mocked her of the blissful times that made her feel as her life had some meaning to it not long ago, but she knew those times would never come again. Her squeamish hoof had trembled and shook as the knife penetrated her skin. Flesh gave way to the sharpened metal, as it glided effortlessly across her flank. She blacked out feeling a glimpse of another life, making her way to the dark alicorn standing before her, egging her on towards her new life. Mrs. Cake found her convulsing on the blood stained floor not but five minutes after she had dropped the knife. The pink pony woke up in the local hospital two weeks later with multiple stitches and four worried friends. Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be seen. After the doctor came in with the results of her condition: a diagnosed condition of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression and possible Bipolar Disorder and left the room, her friends told her the horrifying truth into why her best friend wasn’t at her side, crying for her to wake up. That was the moment when she realized just how little her life had meant to Equestria.
The gloomy mare let the empty syringe fall out of her hoof and fall to the ground, spreading her newly prescribed pills everywhere as she reminisced on the days before. Walking towards the corner of her small bedroom, she read the new note meant for her remaining friends again and again until it imprinted into her mind.
After countless attempts to change her mind on the situation at hand, she gave in and made her way to a large paper bag sitting by the windowsill. Inside had lengths of rope; each tied into a different knot as to make it look shorter or longer than another. Throwing them onto the bed, the pink pony placed them in a heap and started to fit each one to her neck, checking that each rope would be sufficient to carry her weight and not come undone. Reading over the letter on her bed again, she started to tug on the ropes, especially the one tied around her neck. You can’t be too careful.
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Settling down into her snug bed, she recalled the jobs she needed to complete the following day:
-Feed chickens
-Visit Zecora
-Dispose of body
-Go to Sugarcube Corner
-Comfort the Cakes
-Dispose of bodies
-Check on RD -bring steel rod unlike last time
-Bathe
-Bake cookies
It was going to be a long day.
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Memories flowed through her head, her life was nothing more than a heap of stories from her past. Growing up on the rock farm had been the start; she could still hear her sisters’ laughs as they tortured her into carrying huge rocks around for the whole day. The rainbow that unleashed her inner self and gave the pony her cutie mark, her first party and the smiles brought upon the family came next. The following year she moved to Ponyville, It started off hard but she soon learnt that ponies loved to talk and play together; a privilege that she was never given back with her family. She slowly gained adoring friends and a beautiful family of country ponies, the first being the open-minded, courageous, honest farm pony Applejack. Then the short memories came: meeting everypony in the country town, the parties at Sweet Apple Acres, the school plays. They took time to recover, pranking ponies with the now-gone Rainbow Dash even longer. As the pink pony started to give in to her mind, she remained conscious of what would happen to her friends, and what had already been. Remembering the fancy new dress made for her; courtesy of Rarity of course. She was already gone. Dead. Pinkie was planning on taking her on a train ride that day. Now she could never see her friend again. Helping Fluttershy overcome her fear of the dark; Fluttershy would go back to her old ways again; scared of everything and everyone. Winter Wrap Up didn't need her, she could only ice skate! Somepony else would take over from her. Twilight would go back to Canterlot after all of this and remain the Princess of Magic. The adventures with her friends came back ever so slightly now:
Defeating Nightmare Moon and befriending Princess Luna, Rainbow’s pet contest, singing with her friends on Hearths Warming Eve, leading away a huge swarm of Parasprites, the herd of Buffalo that refused to leave Appleoosa alone,
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle's limp bodies’ lay under her feet as she recalled one jumping and the other crying out for help.
The Grand Gala where she finally learnt the truth about Canterlot ponies, losing her sense of humour for a day, turning Discord back to stone,
Rainbow's body fell through the air, her killer moulding into the crowd behind.
Being at the strangest royal wedding ever, creating a huge fair for the crystal ponies, Gummy’s birthday party, Dashie’s Rainboom, Rarity’s fashion parade and the atrocious dress she requested,
Rarity's house was being destroyed bit by bit while she stood smirking at her work.
Trying to work on Sweet Apple Acres, Twilight turning into an alicorn, Twilight’s coronation as the Princess of Magic, and all the other fun adventures she had with her best friends.
Now, staring at the cobblestone street from the top of Sugarcube Corner, she knew that all of that had to be put aside and she had to leave. One jump. One tiny jump and all of her problems could be solved. She had already stuck the knife into her neck and left her forelegs in the bakery for a parting gift. She wasn’t crazy, was she? The pills, the late night parties; maybe it was a sign that something was wrong with her. Ridding her head of the nonsense she had just produced, she focused on the task at hand. With her hooves on the edge on the rooftop, she let go of all her worries and fell.