Eternal chaos comes with chocolate rain. It sounded good at the time. But that time was ages ago.
If only she knew what eternal chaos really entailed. If only she knew what would happen when it took over her life. If only she knew of the things that came with it that were unavoidable.
The words her so called friends had said reverberated through her mind. The words were one of those unavoidable things. The one that she couldn't stop thinking about.
I hate you! You're the worst friend ever! I never want to see you again! Take your stupid cupcakes and leave, Pinkie Pie! I hate you!
"I hate you too."
These words were uttered through gritted teeth. But nevertheless, they made her feel good. At least, as good as she was ever going to feel ever again.
"I hate you too." She repeated, louder this time, letting her jaw go slack. Why did it feel so good? Why did it make her… happier?
Voices in her head encouraged her. If they were foreign or familiar, she couldn't tell. They cheered for her. The voices... The voices could be her new friends. They liked her. They loved her. They were laughing. She laughed with them. A mirthless laugh. A laugh nonetheless.
"I hate you all!" She screamed at the memories of her past friends. No, they weren't her friends anymore. They were her enemies. They didn't laugh with her. They laughed at her. And she hated it, just like she hated them. She hated them, but loved it. Loved hating them.
The voices were cheering and laughing louder than ever, but something was wrong. They were distorted. Changing. The words were changing. No more encouragements. No more laughed full of hysterical joy. Their laughter was now taunting and mean.
She looked out over the edge of the bridge, but saw nothing. Nothing but hate.
What's the matter, Pinkie? A voice asked her. Don't like being laughed at? Well, boo hoo hoo.
She gritted her teeth again, her head shaking, eyes shut tight, trying to get the voices out. They had betrayed her, just like her friends.
They were her friends.
"Stop it." She muttered. The voices didn't stop.
You are 'bout as annoy'n as my sister and her friends combined. Another voice taunted. Jump off a cliff, won't cha? At least then we can have some real laughter.
"Stop it." She repeated. Why wouldn't they stop? And… why were the words they were saying so familiar? They never said those words but somehow…
I may be selfish and greedy, but you're one thing I would be glad to get rid of. Another voice piped up. This made her grit her teeth.
"No." That wasn't a response, it was a command. No. No, they couldn't do this. They had to stop.
Oh, please! What did you expect? For us to always be your friends? Likely story.
"No! Stop!" She was practically on the floor now. She couldn't bare it. It hurt, it hurt so much, so bad. Why did it hurt?
It's over, Pinkie. The magic is gone. Too bad you didn't go with it.
"I hate you!" She screamed. "Stop it, I hate you, get away!"
Hooves over her head, she lay there, curled up in a ball.
It had started so well. Where did it go wrong? Maybe... Maybe it was wrong from the very beginning. Maybe... Maybe she was wrong. Maybe their friendship would still be whole if she didn't break them up. Maybe it would be better if she was never born.
She didn't even care when somebody clapped for her. It was clear now. Nothing mattered. Everything hated her. Every pony, every animal, every single thing in the universe. Even the sky hated her, as it showed by pouring chocolate milk on her already completely straight main. Cold, wet chocolate milk.
... Rather dramatic. That pleased the person wonderfully.
"Well done." He said. "What a performance!"
"I hate you."
Those words again. Even though the other voices had suddenly ceased upon this person's arrival, that one sentenced kept floating around her head. Saying it aloud made her both feel fantastic and crumble a bit inside.
"Oh, come now." He frowned, handing her a glass of chocolate milk. "That's no way to behave."
He chugged back on his own glass, consuming the container and throwing away the liquid.
"After all," He continued, "What would your friends think of you?"
"I don't have any friends." She stated, propping herself up onto the aide of the bridge again. "Friends are worthless."
He smiled at this. "Oh, well. Enjoy the weather! I mean, you wanted chaos!"
He laughed, finding another glass and filling with the liquid falling from the cloud-filled sky. She just swirled the liquid in her glass around a bit before knocking it over. It brought a smile to her face. A forced one.
"If you want cupcakes, you get the icing too." He started. She stared at him like he was insane. He probably was.
"If you want a dog, you get their fur along with them. If you want a hot dog, you get the bread too."
"… Hot dog?..." This all was very confusing. She just wanted to mope. Why couldn't he leave her alone?!
"If you want friends, you have to put up with their bad traits. Some things just come with things that are unavoidable." He went on, circling around her.
She still had no idea what was going on. "… Why should I care?"
He shushed her, pushing a claw to her lips.
"Maybe your friends are out there, maybe not. Maybe they miss you, maybe not. Maybe they would still be your friends if it wasn't for me… but maybe not.
"You see, Pinkie, eternal chaos comes with sadness, insanity, hysteria, no rules, no friends, roads of soap, floating houses, irregular weather patterns, and the most important thing of all..."
He looked straight into her eyes, a sinister grin on his face, before pulling her into a cruel embrace and holding his glass to the sky.
"...Eternal chaos comes with chocolate rain."