//------------------------------// // What the Hell Are You Doing in my Truck? // Story: Pinkie's Sweet Tooth // by Atreyu //------------------------------// “OOOOooo! An Ice Cream truck!” Pinkie exclaimed with excitement, bouncing across the barren red badlands of some unfamiliar plain, towards the lone ice cream truck with glee. “Helllooooooooo?” Pinkie sounded. As she rose to her hind legs and leant against the counter-window. “Anybody ho-oooome?” No answer. “Hmmm, there’s got to be somebody here to drive this truck” Pinkie theorised. She noticed that the back of the truck had been left open. She scrunched her face and tapped her chin with a hoof: “Hmmm, looks like I’ll have to do some sleuthing to get this ice cream." She shrugged, "Eh, wouldn’t be the first time.” Pinkie hummed as she made her way inside the truck. *** Meanwhile behind some rocks some metres away. “OOOOooohyeah! That’s the stuff. Held this one for way too long" ziiiiip "Well—ahhhh... Better get back on the road.” As the figure turned back to face his truck he noticed a pink flash out of the corner of his eye enter the truck. “What the--!?” *** “OooOOo, pretty!” Pinkie made funny faces in the reflection of the menacing looking machete. “Bleugh, boo, blolooloouluouluo” she gibbered before chortling at her reflection making faces back at her. Suddenly, Pinkie’s knee felt pinchy. “What the hell are you doing in my truck?” demanded a forbidding voice from behind Pinkie, that sounded like it’s owner had made a habit of gargling razor blades. Pinkie jolted upright before turning to see who had made her knee pinch and hair stand on end. There standing in the doorway, was the most twisted looking clown Pinkie Pie had ever laid eyes on! His head, was the most salient feature she noticed about him, simply because, in place of hair, was a tower of perpetual flames! His face was covered in a monstrous looking clown mask with a sinister grin plastered across it, centred, of course, by a big red nose. Only one of his crimson eyes was visible through the mask. He wore a thick steel ring, anchored with brown leather straps, around his brutish, barrel-like torso. His pants were white with faded red polka spots and were stained with oil in places. To complete the look were a pair of dark brown sturdy workman’s boots on his feet and a pair of brown rubber mechanics gloves on his hands- one, wrapped around the handle of a double-barrel shotgun aimed straight at her. Pinkie Pie stared at the barrel of the gleaming grey shotgun and then back at the deranged looking clown wielding it. In an instant Pinkie’s life flashed before her very eyes: Her family, the rock farm, Ponyville, her friends, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, Spike, the Cakes and of course, Twilight and that time she went “HUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”--after all who could top that? She remembered all the great times and long laughs she shared with them, the cupcakes they'd shared, the smiles they'd had, the songs they'd sung together, the time she taught them to giggle at the gho— She gasped deeply. With that, just as quickly as she had zoned out, she snapped back to reality and continuing her gasp into a great big breath, and with a great big smile, she introduced herself the best way she knew how: “Hi! My name’s Pinkie Pie! Is this your truck? If it is where is all the ice cream? Did you run out? Cause, I’d really like some ice cream! That’s why I’m here! I saw the truck and thought ‘hey what better thing to do in desert badlands than to have an ice cream!?’--but when I came over there was nobody here and even worse no ice cream! So I came inside and tried to get to the bottom of things but I really didn’t find much, and then you came in! --What’s your name!?” For a second the clown stood almost taken aback. “Wow. This little pink...thing has a surprisingly large lung capacity" he thought to himself, "Oh well, not like anyone’s around to hear her scream.” “Me?” the strange clown tossed the gun aside as he replied in a patronisingly sweet manner. He leaned forward, with outstretched arms, like an owner beckoning their dog for a tummy rub. “Why, my name’s: Sweet Tooth.” “Sweet Tooth? ...What a fun name!” Pinkie Pie chirped innocently. “Now”, Sweet Tooth drew his machete as he advanced towards the cornered pink pony, “Who wants some Ice Cream?” “I do! I do!” despite Pinkie’s trademark pinkie sense, she somehow remained oblivious to the sadistic clown’s true intent. She didn't even flinch when Sweet Tooth drove her up by the throat with one arm and held her against the back wall. In fact, she was still smiling eagerly when there was a bright flash and everything went dark.