Pinkie wiped down the table. It was about 2 and a meter and a half long, with thick, leather, straps. She had to replace them recently, they got to worn down. These new ones were a dark brown, still smelling fresh. She didn't know much about Crim, except she had a rare disease. Pinkie, wiping down the table, suddenly stopped and turned to Gummy, and said " I hope it doesn't ruin the cupcakes..." She shrugged it off, figuring she can add spices to it or something. She hummed the smile song, laughing when she thought of a new joke. To bad Dashie wasn't here, she would of been next. They would of had a really fun time! They could talk to Dashie, all about her job! But Pinkie Pie knew something happened to Rainbow Dash, her Pinkie senses told her. But maybe this filly could help her! Hey, maybe during it they could talk all about her, and how the funeral would be like! And, if she told her the disease, it would be easier to find the right ingredients! Pinkie Pie could hardly contain her excitement. She looked at the clock. Crim would be here soon. Pinkie Pie started to quickly clean the medical supplies. She then checked the voltage on her... Umm... Electricity machine thingy? She forgets the name. The bell on the door rang out throughout the store. She was here! Pinkie Pie hurried upstairs, closing the door behind her.
Crim walked in. What did this mare want, anyways? Just then, the pony in question ran upstairs, the basement door closing after her. She stared at Crim for a moment, seeming to size her up. Crim took a small step back, and tried to remember her name...Pinkie Pie? Yes, that sounds right. Then, Pinkie Pie started talking immediately after Crim stepped back. "Wannahelpmemakesomesupermegadelicious... CUPCAKES!?"
Crim, somehow following, nodded her head yes slowly. All of a sudden, a cupcake was in her face.
"Well? Try it! I made it special, just for you!" The pink party pony cried.
Crim took it in her hoof, then took a few bites. It tasted good. Crim felt a bit tired, and looked up at Pinkie Pie as she fell to the floor asleep, her mouth agape. Pinkie noticed the exposed fangs, and squealed happily. A new flavor! She dragged the young filly down the stairs to the basement and strapped her to the table. Knowing she would wake up in about two minutes, she went to the cart and pulled it over. She stared at her reflection in her biggest cleaver. She noticed Crim was stirring. Crim then looked around, not even fazed. Pinkie Pie was shocked. It passed. She soon started explaining what they would be doing.
"Well, first we were going to remove your cutie mark, but since you don't have one, I wanted to go straight to removing your hooves. then I was going to... you know what? How about YOU chose!"
After some thought, Crim said
"How about you start with the hooves, and we go from there?"
Pinkie Pie blinked. Crim didn't try to talk herself out of this. So she decided to start off by asking her about her disease. Crim thought, then started,
"I have CIPA, or congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis." She noticed Pinkies confused look, and tried explaining it better.
"It's a rare genetic disorder that makes me unable to feel pain. I can still feel the weight of my saddlebags, or a hug from my sister, but I just don't experience pain. Some ponies would say that it's a good thing, might even call me lucky. But no, it’s not a good thing. Pain’s there for a reason. It lets your body know something’s wrong and it needs to be fixed. I’d give anything to feel pain.” Crim said. After a minute, Pinkie replied,
"Wow, not even a papercut?"
"Nope. Not even a papercut. But, my baby teeth did pose big problems. I would chew my lips bloody in my sleep, bite through my tongue while eating, and once even stuck my hoof in my mouth and stripped flesh from it. My sister says they had to buy a specially made mouth guard." replied Crim.
Pinkie was shocked. This little filly wouldn't feel the process. She grinned. Maybe she'll talk to me, and laugh at my jokes! It'll be great. Pinkie turned to her work cart and got out all the appropriate tools. She started on the front left hoof, and started a conversation.
"Does this hurt?"
"Nope"
"Not even an itsy-bitsy little tiny bit?"
"Nope, not even an itsy-bitsy little tiny bit. But you know what?"
"What?" asked Pinkie as she finished prying off the front left hoof, as Crim said,
"My first serious injury came at age 3, when I laid my hoof on a hot pressure washer in the back yard. My mom found found me staring at my red, blistered palm... Didn't feel a thing. Later that same day, I knocked out three of my baby teeth when I threw myself down the stairs repeatedly. My sister says my mom freaked out."
"You keep saying, 'my sister'. Did something happen to your parents?" Pinkie asked as she started working on the front right hoof. Crim stopped for a minute, then continued.
"My mom, who was a Pegasus, and my dad who was a bat pony were killed when they were at the bank. Somepony came in, ready to rob it, but my parents tried to subdue him. Turns out he had a gun, and the rest is history. Now, my sister takes care of me." Said Crim. Pinkie decided to change the subject.
"So, who's your sister again?"
"Her name is Arsonya. She's about your age, with a long fiery orange mane and tail with natural electric blue streaks, and a red coat. She look's like my mom. She's always trying to make friends, and encourages me to try too. But it's hard when we're moving around so much."
Pinkie paused so she could remove the hoof, and start on the bottom left. She then started talking once more, resuming the conversation.
"Why do you move so much? If its a money thing, I can hire her to work her."
"Naa, its not that. She's gonna apply at that tree library later on, anyways. It's usually because the local ponies run me out of town for being a vampire, or Arrow comes out. I don't really like Arrow, she's mean. When she comes out, ponies make us leave and we have to restart the process."
"Who's Arrow? A cousin or something?" asked Pinkie.
"No, she's my sisters split personality. She comes out when Arsonya feels threatened or becomes angry." says Crim.
Pinkie starts feeling awkward again, and says,
"hey look at your hoof."
"Woah. Is that what it looks like underneath?"
"Yep. Isn't it cool?"
"Totally." whisper-says Crim.
As Pinkie finished and was ready to remove the last hoof, she said to Crim,
"Hey, you want to see me remove the last one?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool." replied Crim.
Crim then watched carefully as Pinkie began. They were unaware of the fact that Sabre was planning on the other side of town.