Doctor Pinkie – August 21st, 11:56 pm
I’ve drank the entire potion. It should kick in shortly. I have a feeling that this is my final potion, but if not, I refuse to be discouraged. I will make as many potions as are needed to accomplish my goal.
Pinkie smiled, licking her lips. They still tasted like the potion.
The potion tastes warm and sweet – Almost like cotton candy in the sun. It makes my teeth tingle a bit.
She began to write more, but suddenly found it rather hard to hold the pencil. She began to sweat, feeling a bit disoriented.
Suddenly very warm. I’m sweating quite a bit, and my head – god, my head feels…
Pinkie dropped the pencil, holding her head. She began to sway slightly. Her mind still thought away with all of her different findings. I-I’m beginning to feel lightheaded… She began to laugh, her laughter echoing in her ears. T-there’s a slight feeling of… Euphoria… Her laughter rose in pitch, filling the room around her.
“I-I’ve done it,” she cackled, her eyes brimming with victory, glory and happiness. “I’ve done it!” She laughed harder and harder, louder and louder. “Tonight, I have robbed from the gods! I have become the controller of emotions, of the building blocks of a pony!” She turned to the notebook to pick it up. “M-My findings, I must share them, I must share this feeling of-“
Agony. “A-AAH!” With a startled cry, she fell, her blood boiling within her. Every single inch of her body ached with searing, unbearable agony. Never, in any of her experiments, had she felt pain like this. Tears rolled down her face as she screamed. “S-SOMEPONY, ANYPONY, S-STOP THIS,” she screamed futilely as the pain seemed to only grow.
Agony could no longer describe her suffering. This was beyond death itself – Death was far greater than this tearing inside, this great chasm that was tearing her body in two, slowly. Her scream could no longer be heard – She was dying, slowly, she had to be. This amount of pain could only leave her as a corpse.
Blackness overwhelmed her. Pain became numbness. Sight became nothing, smell became her own sweat as she tried to cling to all she had left – A single strand of consciousness. She was scared, terrified, lost and confused in a dark world. Until, finally, that strand snapped – Pinkie Pie lay unconscious on the floor, her tears pooled around her face where she was collapsed.
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Music.
The sound seemed distant and vague. Dark, sinister, yet so… the term escaped her. And who was ‘her’? Who was she?
The being groaned. Darkness became a laboratory in a basement. Numbness became a dull ache of sore muscles from untold anguish and tortured bones. Unconciousness became… again, the term escaped her.
She slowly got to her hooves. The music got louder – Yes, that was what had woken her. It was coming back – The potion. The laughter. The pain…
The music.
She turned to the mirror, and began to grin as she saw her reflection. She saw her mane, flat against the side of her face. Her face glistening with now dried tears. Her eyes… Those maddening green eyes. They were once blue, she remembered. “But that was before… That was before I became free…”
She turned to the opened notebook on the table. She walked towards it, slowly, almost as a lion stalking its prey. She picked up the pencil, her grin unfading. She heard the soft toll of a bell above her – The clock tower, its gears shifting and groaning, tolled out the twelve rings of the night.
Miss Diane – Midnight
And all is well.
She let the pencil drop to the floor below. “What an… unanticipated development…” She had to laugh, ever so softly, as the words left her mouth. The laughter echoed around her coldly, as though the walls cackled along with her. The room felt colder just as she heard the laugh, a bitter, stinging cold – She felt right at home.
She gasped lightly as she felt it again – That feeling. The music began again, that beautiful, haunting music that filled her mind. She turned to the mirror, feeling that beating inside. She trotted to it, her green eyes shining.
What is this feeling, she sang slowly, questioningly, a fire in my blood…
This feeling I cannot derive...
Akin to a heart beating faster and faster,
A tempo, insane but- She paused for but a moment. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling slightly into a grotesque smile. “…Alive…” Yes, that was the word. Alive.
Alive… Alive, the walls seemed to call to her, singing their praises. She had done it. She was free. The being called Diane grinned further, her eyes shining in the mirror. The music slowly got faster, faster and faster than ever before as her heart began to race.
She laughed aloud, spinning around. That potion, that potion, I’ve done it, you see?!
I’ve become all I’ve ever wanted to be!
That line, that boundary, nopony could cross,
I’ve done it, you see,
Not her, Pinkie
But I~ With a sinister cackle, she ran to the coat hanger. There, in case of a weather emergency, was kept a cloak and hat, something to keep her warm. Now, she would use it to shadow herself into the darkness, to blend with the night that they would all learn to fear. She wrapped it around herself, turning back to the mirror.
I’ve done it, I’ve done it, the lines are redrawn, her reflection said with her.
The Pinkie they knew, guess what – She’s gone!
I’ll be here inside her forever!
The puppeteer pulling the strings!
The mad mare, behind the scenes… She grinned at her eyes. Those maddeningly green eyes, swirling with her own insanity. She licked her lips, watching herself, thinking. Dreaming. Wishing. “Mad… I’m mad,” she whispered with a soft laugh. “I’ve lost all touch with reality… and I’ve never felt better in my life!” Pinkie – No, Pinkamena, Pinkamena Diane Pie ran to the desk. There sat a knife – Oh, she would use it so much better than that foal who had chained her, who had locked her deep within her heart. She took the knife and ran. She ran up the stairs, opening the door.
With a murderous smile, she walked slowly to the exit of the bakery. She unlocked it and opened it, feeling the chill of the night air wrap around her like a sheet. She shut the door behind her, taking a deep breath of the frigid wild now open to her. I’ve got a thirst, no one can deny
A thirst for life, for being alive! As she walked out into the air, the door closed behind her.
A thirst for blood, a lust for killing…
This perverse longing, that red life, spilling… She took a breath or two, trying to slow her rapid heartbeat. She glanced at the knife in her hooves. Her lips curled over a cruel smile as she trotted into the night.
She glanced around a corner to see a mare, wandering. She remembered her from the other’s memories, that curl of pink hair. As she watched the timid creature walking alone, she felt a pang of… friendship in her heart. She gasped softly, almost in pain. “Wait… What’s this?”
She shut her eyes softly, holding her chest. There, inside, she could just sense it. “Sweetness... I’d lost you…” With almost a purr behind her voice, she sighed. “It’s faint… But Bliss… Sweet, miss…” Her eyes hardened as she crept ever closer, behind the mare. “It’ll cost you dear, my dear… You’ll see…”
You’ll not escape me, she thought to herself, that little touch of music still rolling around in her mind. I’m here, I fear… And you’ll pay dear…. My, dear~
The alabaster unicorn glanced around, sure she had heard something. Her ears must’ve been playing tricks on her. She had been out late again. She berated herself, knowing how scared she was of walking alone. “I-Is sompony there,” she asked softly, hoping that nopony would answer.
As nopony did, she sighed in relief. Relief, that is, until the light post above her blew out. “A-ah!” Shy took a deep breath, her eyes wide. “H-hello??”
She spun around, sure in the fact that she had seen the corner of a cloak pass by. She thought she heard the trot of hooves, and a slight growl. She was shaking.
Still, there was nothing behind her. She took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down. She turned to face forward again, only to gasp in fright at the pony before her. It took her a moment to recognize her. “P-Pinkie?!”
She couldn’t help but back up. The element of harmony didn’t look like herself. She had a dark grin, and her eyes seemed to glow green… “P-Pinkie, w-what’s wrong? W-why are you wearing that…”
Pinkie stepped closer. The mare felt herself back up against a wall, frozen in fear. The evil mare pinned the unicorn to the wall, chuckling. “Pinkie?...”
She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was scared – the usually friendly mare's voice wasn’t right.
“My name… is Pinkamena Diane Pie…”
Slash.
Her slaughter was masked by the night as she ran, cackling. Her lips were stained a ruby red, her laugh echoing her lunacy. Animals trapped behind bars, in cages
Need to run rampant, free!!
The predator stalks the prey, then engages
Tonight, the predator’s me!
Standing in the middle of the empty square, Diane licked the blood from her lips. Tonight, I
Stole from the gods, freed myself at last!
Tonight, I’ll
Conquer the odds, freed of the past
I feel I’ll live on forever
Without her there, by my side
And I know, that now and forever,
My name shall be…
Not hers, Pinkie…
But Pie…..
Pinkamena… Diane… Pie…. With a small laugh, the mare disappeared into the night.