It had to end. No more weakness. No more emotion. Duty and justice must be the only things she feels, just as Celestia taught her. Feelings were what caused this. Feelings caused her to recruit Pinkie, and sentimentality resulted in her continued existence. She trotted through the dark path of the graveyard, where it all began. A voice that once sent joy through Twilight’s body but now only sent chills down it rang out.
“Twi! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Her nemesis stepped out of the shadows, her manic grin, stained with blood, radiating through the dark. Her blue eyes, as bright as ever but not with glee at being alive but with the insane enjoyment of the hunt.
“Pinkamena,” she snarled. Twilight glared and focused on her nemesis.
“Twi! I thought I told you I hated that name! I’m still the Pinkie you know and love! I just have a new way of seeing things!” Pinkie noticed Twilight glance at the blood around her mouth. “Oh, this? Just got a little peckish waiting for you. Usually you’re super duper punctual! Are you feeling ok?” Twilight said nothing. “Well, I was going to bring over the body and use some great body puns to liven up the party. See what I did there? Liven? And we’re in a graveyard! With an undead vampire?” Twilight’s glare intensified. “You used to love my puns!” she whined. “Anyway, I would’ve done that, but it’s just so cliche and derivative! I kinda regret it though; could you imagine if I had a pair of eyeballs to use when I said I had a new way of seeing things? That would’ve been a laugh!” she chuckled. “Ah, well. I got enough of my chuckles from the dead pony. He screamed like a girl!” Pinkie delved into a fit of giggles at that.
“I’m sorry,” Twilight said. Her Pinkie, once filled with the desire to help ponies, to make them happy, now laughed at causing them pain, at causing them the worst sorrow. Something so pure becoming so corrupted. All because she couldn’t bear being alone.
“Don’t be, Twi! I’m happy now! I used to be so obsessed with making everypony feel happy, I used to wear myself thin for those fickle, boring ponies! It was the only way to feel good about myself back then. But now? Now all I need is to see the light in a pony’s eyes flicker off, or hear them scream louder than Fluttershy on Nightmare Night, and I can feel how much I matter. How much I affect ponies. Being a vamp has done wonders for my self esteem, and now I have fun for me! No more caring about how sad Pinkie would make other ponies super sad, nope! That Pinkie was pathetic! Now all that matters is me!”
“Liar.”
“Wha?” Pinkie asked, confused.
“You still don’t do anything for herself. Even now, it’s not about you. It’s about me. Ever since I came here, it’s been about me. That first party, that trip to the Canterlot library, being my detective buddy, spending your whole day trying to get me to smile, or laugh. All about me. That hasn’t changed at all.”
Pinkie’s grin fell. “Shut up.”
“No, instead, you just show it in a different way. Every plan, every murder, whether it be some random stranger or somepony I care about, is to get at me.”
“I said shut up!”
“To see me suffer, to see me cry, to see me suffer with the guilt. To convince yourself you don’t love me. But you still do, and it eats you up. Even now, with a dead heart, all you can think about, all you revolve around, is me. No, it’s worse now. Pinkie cared about everypony, about making even the littlest pony smile. She had more friends than anypony in the world, friends who cared and loved her. She lived for a worthy cause. All you have is your obsession for one little pony. Pinkie was a hero. You? You’re pathetic.”
“Shut up!” Pinkie snarled. “Fine, maybe I do love you. The solution is easy peasy! I am going to beat you to a pulp, but keep you the tiniest bit alive and tie you up so you can watch as I slowly kill everypony you know and love one by one by one by one! Then when you’re broken, when you know that every last death is because of you and your failure, I still won’t kill you. No, you’ll just stop getting your food like every bad pet. You won’t get a cool last battle, nope! You’ll painfully starve to death, crying out for anypony to help you while outside, Ponyville and Equestria burn to the fucking ground! Then, and only then, I will move on.”The manic grin was back full force, and the fire in her eyes showed how eager she was to initiate this plan.
I’m sorry, Pinkie. So, so sorry. Thank you, for being there for me before, for dying for my selfishness. But it’s time I stand alone. I have to That’s my curse. I’m the Slayer, meant to be alone, and when I broke that rule you paid the price. Never again. “Let’s get started then.” Pinkie growled and leaped at her.