//------------------------------// // Chapter 1- Beginning of Spork // Story: Pinkie Pie Kills Everypony with a SPORK *NOT GORE!* // by PianoPony //------------------------------// Chapter 1- Beginning of Spork Twilight rubbed her head as she felt a migraine coming in. A reaction anypony could expect upon prolonged conversation with one Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkie Pie, for short. Said pony came to visit her at the library, saying it was a very important request. That is, until Twilight heard said request. “Please explain to me again why you want to put spaghetti in your soup?” “Caaaaaaause, carrot soup is super ultra-yummy, and spaghetti is also super-duper extra delicious! So together, they’ll be super ultra-duper yummy extra delicious!” Pinkie explained the obvious with a beaming smile. “And why can’t you use a spoon and a fork like normal ponies do?” Twilight asked. “Come to think of it, do you ever use eating utensils?” she continued as she envisioned Pinkie simply shoving her head into anything she ate. “Yeah, but I figured using a spoon and a fork at once will be waaaay more efficient! That’s why I want you to invent one for me!” the Earth pony explained. “You mean a Spork? It’s hardly an invention,” the purple Unicorn replied as her horn started glowing. The same glow appeared around a drawer in the treehouse’s kitchen. It opened, and out floated a Spork, and then summoned to Twilight’s side. “There, you can have it. It’s really not a big deal,” Twilight smiled. Pinkie gazed at the utensil with eyes full of wonder. She slowly grabbed the floating instrument with her hoof, upon which Twilight stopped using her magic. Pinkie’s mind began racing as she stared at her own reflection in the pointy spoon. “It’s incredible. It’s amazing. It’s both a spoon, and a fork! In other words… It’s the perfect…” “Hey, Twilight. Do you know what ‘Spork’ rhymes with?” Pinkie asked with a poker face, as she continued staring at her own reflection in the Spork. “Umm, fork?” Twilight took a wild guess. “No. It rhymes with murder,” Pinkie said as her expression twisted into a wicked grin, and she jabbed the Spork straight into Twilight’s chest. Twilight only gazed at Pinkie for a moment, before the reality of what was going on took hold. “Pinkie… How… Could you?” the purple Unicorn muttered before she collapsed onto the floor. Pinkie let out a maniacal laugh as her mind raced with thoughts once more. “This Spork… It’s amazing… Just imagine what I could do with it!” Her eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets as her expression looked utterly insane. “Noooooooo! Twilight!” a cry suddenly derailed her train of thought. Pinkie turned her gaze to the staircase, where she found Spike gazing at the scene in horror. The little dragon ran as quickly as his little legs could take him to Twilight. “I just mopped the floor! What’s with you?!” he asked angrily. Pinkie stared furiously at the one who so rudely disturbed her earlier thoughts, and immediately found a simple, yet fitting punishment. “Die, Spike! Die!!!” she roared as she stabbed the little dragon’s stomach again and again with her horrible instrument of death. “Umm… What are you doing?” Spike asked in confusion as he noticed the small item poking the scales of his belly. “I’m killing you… With a Spork!” Pinkie shouted the obvious. It was then that Spike finally caught up to it. “Oh, right!” he exclaimed, and then proceeded to clear his throat. “O, what a tragedy!” the purple drake called as he put a claw on his forehead. “What a horrible way to die! ‘Twas a glorious life I lead, but now I must depart for the afterlife! Goodbye, cruel, cruel world!” With an over-the-top spin, Spike finally collapsed on the floor, next to Twilight. “Ugh. What a drama queen,” Pinkie said, her expression showing disgust. The camera instantly zooms in on her face as they turn once more into a wicked, diabolical grin. “And speaking of drama queens…” ***** Pinkie tip-hooved up the stairs at Carousel Boutique. When she reached the top, she could hear the soft humming voice of her intended victim, accompanied by the noise of flowing water. Pinkie walked silently to the bathroom’s door, and opened it as quietly as she possibly could. Beyond the bath’s curtain, she could see the silhouette of her next victim. Grinning maniacally, Pinkie walked on her two back hooves, clutching the Spork tightly with her right hoof. Then, without warning, she moved away the curtains to reveal a shocked Rarity. Still, with the same, devilish expression she stabbed Rarity’s chest over and over… “Ahhhhh!!!” the alabaster Unicorn yelled in horror. “Pinkie Pie! I’m in the shower! Can’t it wait until later?” she frowned at the pink pony poking her chest. “Aww, but I was going for an over-the-top murder scene in the shower! You’re the only one who can pull off the role of the victim here, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie pleaded. Rarity sighed. “Oh well. I guess only a refined pony of my caliber could pull off such a dramatic acting part. So where were we?” “The stabbing part,” Pinkie replied with a hearty smile. “Ah, yes, of course,” Rarity replied as she cleared her throat. “Ahhhhh!!!” she let out a horrible scream. Pinkie Pie took one swipe after another at the defenseless Unicorn’s chest, until the latter could no longer stand. She fell down, lifeless, as she water from the shower continued pouring on top of her. “What’s all the noise? Did you run out of conditioner again, sis?” a voice asked from the entrance. Pinkie Pie immediately turned to its source- Sweetie Belle, who was standing there with a puzzled expression, which then turned to horror as she saw Rarity. “Y… You killed my sister…” the filly muttered in horror as tears began forming under her eyes. “Don’t worry…. You’ll join her soon enough!” Pinkie called as she walked slowly towards Sweetie, who was frozen with shock and fear. “P… Please! Have mercy!” the white filly begged. Pinkie stopped to ponder. A moment afterwards, she came up with a cruel, horrifying idea. “Fine. If you wish to live, then you shall join me!” she called as she tossed the Spork at Sweetie’s hooves. “You must prove to me your loyalty… By stabbing your dead sister!” Pinkie called, the camera again focusing on her evil grin.