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// Freedom. 
// Story: Blood On The Dancefloor 
// by .:BronyPower:. 
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  JUNE 11, 2012.

PINKIE PIE HAS BEEN RELEASED FROM FILLYDELPHIA PRISON SINCE THE CUPCAKES INCIDENT. THE SUSPECT WAS CONVICTED OF KIDNAPPING, MURDER, AND CANNIBALISM. THIS BEING SHE IS STILL ON PROBATION AND WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE SUGARCUBE CORNER UNTIL A GIVEN DATE.  


But then the court writer was distracted by the cheer of a pink, wacky pony. Pinkie Pie was so exited she wanted to throw a party right there in the courtroom. She knew that now she can play with all her friends! She watched as the jury looked at the judge with big, frightened eyes. The jury did not want that, monster to be released. Just thinking about Rainbow Dash made one of the jury members vomit. Finally, a jury member spoke up.

"Err, judge." Said a very nervous stallion. "I don't think you are making the correct decision, nopony wants that fucking sick bastard in our society."  The judge looked around the crowded courtroom. He noticed everypony was shaking their head in approval of that stallions statement. But sadly the judge could not send her back to prison. The sentence was already chosen by the government and he couldn't over-rule them. As much as he wished he could send her back, it was not in his immense power.

"Order in the court!" The judge said banging his wooden gavel at least 5 times over and over until he was able to gain everyponys attention. "As much as I would hate to release this menace to society, I sadly cannot. It is not in my power to do so. But I will aware everypony that Pinkie Pie will NOT be able to leave the Sugarcube corner until permitted. I suggest you just avoid her. Case closed. Pinkie, sadly, you are free to go.

The joy that had sunk into that ponies heart upon hearing those words was unnatural. The pink pony jumped up and immediately  started dancing. She joyfully started to hop out of the courtroom. She had some friends to talk to that she has missed from all these years. In fact, she will throw a party. A huge party that everypony in Ponyville will come to.

She trotted on to the Sugarcube corner. The place looked abandoned. It was dusty and all of the pastries were gone. She looked for Mr and Mrs Cake but they were nowhere to be found. Pinkie knew that it has been a while, and they probably moved out. She sat there depressed for that was her only family. She could do nothing but wander off in her imagination. 

She had an amazing imagination. She thought of Dashie, and how fun it was playing with her. She was delicious. What she wouldn't do for just one more bi-. She was immediately cut off by something gooey on her tail. She looked, and couldn't believe what she saw. Could it be? She picked up the item that was on her tail. "GUMMY!" said the ecstatic pony, maybe all of her family wasn't gone after all.

The party would be great. She had it all planned out. There would be cake, dancing, pranks, and she even hired DJ - P0N3 for the job. But she had to get ready. She hung up every streamer  carefully, this party had to be flawless if she was going to make it her best one ever. She had to mop, sweep, and dust. The painstaking work was no challenge for the sugary pony. When she was done she had just looked at her work. "Nothing but a little of elbow grease. Hahaha!" 

The place looked pretty good. Nothing was out of place and it all seemed amazing. She just hoped that her friends would trust her enough to come. If they didn't she'd be torn. She was so exited to meet her remaining friends that she had. So the hunt for friends began.

She tried to run through Ponyville, but felt a electric jolt when she tried to leave. She forgot she was on probation. She could just wait. She knew what to do. She headed down to the basement of the Sugarcube corner. She opened the secret entrance.

"Hey Dashie!" She said to her stuffed Rainbow Dash. "Hows it been? You doing good? Want some cupcakes?" She then remembered something else. She HAD to look "dashing" at the party so she pulled out a VERY old outfit. "Ooh, lets see!" "There's Dashies cutie mark, that one is Trixies, and look! I even have one of Gilda's feathers. Hehehe!" She laughed at all of her keepsakes on one outfit. 

She slipped on the outfit. It seemed quite large. She hasn't been eating a big breakfast recently. She looked around the room. The streamers, the skulls, and the other pretty things. "Hey look! There's my hacksaw, and there's even Gilda's skull!"
Ah the memories this room held. The bloody, sweet, gory memories. She went over to the fridge she had been hiding in there. She opened it and he eyes widened.

"DASHIE!" She exclaimed picking up a platter of spoiled, bluish meat. She took one bite and quickly said. "I think i'm gonna' be sick!" She thought for a long while. She knew that she had Dashie meat, but it was spoiled. She quickly examined the room to see if there was anything else that she could devour.

The room smelled horrible. The intestines were dried out and were covered with maggots, the deceased ponies were rotting in her fridge, and her torturing equipment became bloody and dull. She walked over to her equipment. She quickly began to think of ways to get more food.

She didn't want to kill anypony else. The Fillydelphia prison wasn't very fun. The ponies were old and they had rough meat, it was like steak. Besides, their intestines tasted horrible. She decided to just go back upstairs and sleep. She had to wait for the judge to let her off probation before she could actually make the party. So she just dreamed. Before being completely asleep she just said: "Y'know, life is a party." and then she drifted off to sleep.