"Oh i-it's OK Twi." Pinkie replied following her inside.
"So what brings you here? Did that memory spell work yet?" Twilight asked putting her bags away.
Pinkie looked down moving her right hoof in a circle like she was in trouble. "W-Well...no. No it hasn't." Pinkie said biting her lip. She couldn't dare tell her friend what her real past was, but at the same time she felt as if she had to talk to some pony about it.
"Well don't worry it will soon." Twilight replied unaware of the lie.
"Hey twilight...I'm running behind on the party can you pass out the invitations tomorrow?" Pinkie asked embarrassed.
"Sure pinkie...but I already sent them today, I can change the date on them but it's going to use a little bit of magic and I need to look it up in a book on how to do it but that's possible, what day? Sunday?" Twilight replied with a smile.
"That will be fine." Pinkie said looking at the ground not even making eye contact to Twilight.
"But why are you running late you never run late for parties." Twilight asked.
"It's just that I ran out of stuff and the stores are close for the night." Pinkie told her.
Twilight stared at her confused, she wasn't acting like herself. "Pinkie...is there something wrong?" Twilight asked worried.
Pinkie almost jumped backwards out of shock. "HUH no...why would you say that?" She asked with a worry looked.
"You're late for a party, and normally I see you jumping up and down all the time." Twilight explained.
"Oh...I hurt myself working so I'm a little down." Pinkie said rubbing her head which was still shore. She was not lying she did hurt herself but that was not the real reason why she was late for the party.
"Do you need some medication? " Twilight asked more worried.
"No I'm fine...I just need to get some air that's all." Pinkie giggled.
"OK, we'll just don't over work yourself Pinkie." Twilight said with a smile. Pinkie wanted to tell Twilight about the memories she helped her to remember, but she was scared to. She saw it was getting close to around midnight, even though she wanted to be around some pony she knew she shouldn't keep them up.
"It's getting very late, I better get on home." Pinkie told Twilight.
"OK Pinkie, take care." Twilight replied.
On Pinkie's way out she stopped thinking about something; she wanted to ask Twilight about it but was unsure. She decided not to bother her and should just go home.
"Hey Pinkie?" Twilight asked.
"Y-Yeah?" Pinkie stopped at the door and turned around to see what Twi wanted.
"Sure your OK?" Twilight asked still worried.
Pinkie stared at her confused, why she was so worried about her?
"I'm fine silly." She replied. "Just got a headache that's all." She told her.
"Well OK then...well be careful don't want you to end up in the hospital." She
told her.
Pinkie giggled like her usual self. "Oh silly it's just a headache nothing that
bad, okie dokie?"
"Yeah guess you're right. Still, I worry about you sometimes." Twilight replied.
That made Pinkie stopped giggling and gave her a look of surprise.
"How come?" Pinkie asked.
"Well for starters you're so random which I don't mind. Second the fact that you needed a memory spell to remember your child hood. That makes it seems like you either had a bad childhood or locked the memories away subconsciously or something happen like you had a terrible accident." Twilight scolded. As she kept on scolding Pinkie was listening and trying to remember if what she was saying really happen. "And another thin...oops was I scolding again?" Twilight facehoofed. "Sorry about that I scold so much I sometimes think I need therapy for it." She giggled.
Just then a flash popped into Pinkie's head, she would've freaked out or thought more on it but didn't want to show any signs to Twilight, but it did made her feel terrible. "I-I gotta go, see ya later." Pinkie said then running out of the door.
Twilight watched as Pinkie ran out of view. "Hm...something's not right, Pinkie isn't acting like herself." She thought to herself.
When Pinkie was a few minutes from home she started to walk, with nothing but the moonlight lighting her way, she was thinking about that new flash back of her as a filly, taking therapy for something horrible that she can't or didn't want to remember. She knew it had something to do with other ponies she knew as a filly. "Why do I keep remembering these bad memories?" She asked herself. She stopped and looked at herself in a small water puddle. She sighed wanting these memories to disappear.
"Pinkie~..." A voice said out of nowhere.
Pinkie quickly jumped up looking around fastly, and saw no pony was around. They were all probably asleep or at least inside their homes. Then she remembered that mirror moment, she slowly turned back to the puddle wishing she was wrong. She wasn't, in the puddle was Pinkamena.
"Oh no...not you again I was hoping that wasn't real..." Pinkie said not wanting to talk with her alter ego.
Pinkamena giggled in her distorted voice making Pinkie uneasy. "Well Pinkie do you...remember yet..?" She asked.
"Remember what?" She asked but wished she hadn't.
"Our...father..." Pinkamena replied.
Pinkie did remember him, and how he was abusive to her, but she knew that wasn't what her alter ego meant. Then she started to remember the Thirteen days it got way to worse, then she remembered something bad happen during those Thirteen days but she couldn't remember what it was. "I...I remember something, really bad happen. But what?" She asked.
"Oh the Thirteen days thing? Hahaha...I can...show you what happen...if you want to remember but...you won't like it hehehe." Pinkamena giggled.
"I need to know, I'm gonna regret it but I just gotta..." She told herself. Pinkamena smiled a wide, unnerving smile. Then she disappeared and in the puddle a scene of some sort came into view. As Pinkie watched she saw it was the rock farm she used to live on, as it continued it seemed like a nightmare. Pinkie was seeing her past, and wished she didn't ask to see it. As it got to her getting abused she turned away but quickly saw it in everything her reflection should be at. She tried covering her ears as she heard herself screaming. "No...no...NO PLEASE! Make it stop!" She cried out. She saw herself abused and how much she was crying, and then out of nowhere she saw herself pushing her father and running. She was scared as to what is about to happen. She saw herself being chased by her father as she ran into
a barn and hide on the top floor in some hay. It didn't take long for her father to find her. He was madder than ever, it looked like he was about to kill her. Then Pinkie started to talk but she knew it wasn't her by the voice tune. What she was saying was getting her father mad, right before he could hit her again however, Pinkie saw herself grabbing a pitchfork and stabbed her father with it. Then she pushed him off the top floor landing in a pile of rocks. There the flash ended as Pinkamena took it place. Pinkie was in complete shock; she couldn't move or speak for a few minutes.
"Now do you remember..?" Pinkamena asked. "We killed our father after so much pain he gave us...but we can't stop there...remember how every pony else but your sisters hurt you? Remember the therapy we had that made you forget everything! Hahaha...Now we can finish what we started so many years ago."She told Pinkie.
"No..." Pinkie replied barely.
"What? Why not? Don't you wan..."
"That was years ago! No pony does that to me anymore." She interrupts.
"Are you sure..? The might..." Pinkamena replied.
Pinkie stared at the puddle staring into her alter ego's face.
"My friends will never hurt me, and you can't get me to hurt any pony!" She told her alter ego.
Pinkamena laughed unnerving, then told Pinkie.
"Remember your first friends? Same friendship, but that turned into them hurting you too and you thought they wouldn't. So you can never know...until it's too late..." Pinkie didn't want to listen, but knew she was right but also didn't care. Pinkamena was getting tired at Pinkie's new self; she was stronger than she was as a filly.
"Look Pinkamena I left my life behind me, my friends won't hurt me like my old ones did." She said hoping she was right.
"Hahaha...sure but what about...others..?" Pinkamena asked.
Pinkie didn't answer which made Pinkamena smile, she knew how to get to Pinkie now.
"Remember the Thirteen days Pinkie...remember the pain...the sadness...The suffering we went through!" She told her.
"NO!" Pinkie yelled.
Pinkamena was getting frustrated and it was showing very clearly. Then she noticed a pony coming towards them, and saw that Pinkie was too busy talking that she hadn't noticed. She smiled and waited. "I'm not gonna hurt any pony, even though I wanted too back then...Oh the pain I felt...But that's in the past! I can't change it and what can I do? What am I to say? Who would listen, anyway? I don't want no pony to know about my past and the Thirteen days..." Pinkie told her alter ego. As she was talking she couldn't help but think about her past, and the more she did the more pain and sadness she felt from remembering them. "Who was there for me? No one took me seriously! I gave and gave, and they
all used me...just like daddy did abuse me..." Pinkie was starting to cry feeling hatred and becoming unstable from it. "No pony cared for me back then...no pony...But I left my home and life behind me...And..." Pinkie was interrupted by some pony putting their hoof of her shoulder.
"..." A voice screamed as everything went black. A few minutes went by and everything was still black, and then out of nowhere Pinkie regains her senses. She saw what was before her and was terrified.
"...What have I done..?" She asked herself. In her bit of anger and sadness she snapped when she felt that hoof, and killed, the pony that touched her. "I-I didn't m-mean too...it was an accident...an accident..." She told herself. "I lost my focus, now this pony is gone..." She cried.
Soon she heard Pinkamena talking to her. "We need a plan or else we'll never make a day..." She told her.
"Where can I go? I just don't know! It's not the kind of thing that normal ponies know. I need to get rid of the evidence...Somehow..." Pinkie told herself. In her confusion and fear she started to listen to her alter ego.
"Step by step, checking every detail...Hook and knife, bring the body down into the cellar..." Pinkamena song as Pinkie took the body into SugarCube Corner's basement. "Struggle as we place her on the table...Frantic as we wonder if we're able to go through with all that I have planned..." sang Pinkamena. Pinkie was struggling as she was really scared, in her fear her mane and tail flatten, and her color darken, then she picked up a knife and as she looked at it she song. "So far all my actions were unmanned..Your under so much stress..." She giggled as she place the knife near the pony's neck. "Bare the neck, make a deep incision...Smell the blood as it pours out upon the surface...Trying not to care for consequences knowing that I have no good defenses~..." She song cutting the pony open and draining her blood. "Thinking hard of what I'm gonna make her...Though I know I'll have to clean it up later...Ahahaha...Silly little pinkie, you've grown colder...Time for Pinkamina to take over!~ Finish up the job that we have started!~" She sang in an distorted tune. She took the knife out now covered with blood smiling like she was insane. "Feed her to the vein and the coldhearted...Don't expect to hear that much rejection, everypony loves our main confection..." She song licking the knife. "So sweet and tasty~...Don't be too hasty and if they like them, then I'll still make them...I trust no pony!~ They all are phony!~" She song then she threw the knife into and shattering a mirror. "I know my target...This is all her fault!~ And when I'm through with you...hehehe...Twilight is gonna pay..." She giggled.