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// Chapter 6: The Bowl Of Soup 
// Story: The MLP Horror Show 
// by Ruby_Sparks 
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	Pinkie is alone at a diner.  She sighs, while looking out the window into the stars.  Then, a white pegasus, known as Hell’s Chef, walked up to Pinkie.  

“Would you like anything?” he asked her.   

“I don’t care…”  she spoke, not even looking at him.  “Your choice of food…”  

“Very well…” he then walked back out to the kitchen. 

“I miss you…Mom…Dad…”  Pinkie cried out, softly.  Then, she started to…sing?

“Oh, how painful are these thoughts…That have clouded my mind…Out of all the things that I could lose….I would rather go blind…Why does it have to be this way?  Why can’t my pain be settled at bay?  Should I…be redefined?”

She then looked at her hooves.

“Because all this torment, And all this pain…Will not go away, It’ll only gain…I can’t live knowing your gone…And no matter how I try, I can’t be glad.  For the life that I have, It only makes me sad.  Why can’t I see you for so long?  Because I wish that you weren’t gone…”

Then, tears started to fall from her eyes.  Hell’s Chef walked out from the kitchen, holding a bowl.  

“Here’s your soup.”  He told her.  

“Thanks…”  Pinkie said.  She then tasted the odd fluid.  

“How is it?” Hell’s Chef asked her.  

“It’s bland…”  she replied, still in that same, depressed tone.  “All the food I taste is bland without my parents…”  

“Is that so?” he asked her.  Then, he raised a gigantic knife, almost the size of a book.   “I can help you see them again…” he told her, in an angry tone.  

“Oh really?” she spat, in a distrusting tone.  “How?”  She turned around. “What?!”  she then screamed.  Then, Hell’s Chef struck the knife into her head.  

“All foods bland…”  He muttered, walking back into the kitchen. “Likely story…”