• Published 5th Apr 2012
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My Darling - ArmyOfOne1112

Evil is a partner that does not forget.

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Pinkie’s eyes opened to the brand new day. She squinted as a ray of morning sunlight hit her face. It’s soft glow quickly woke her up. She looked to her bedside and greeted her pet alligator.

“Day three of being one year old, Gummy! Only 362 more days until your next birthday.”

Gummy stared at her blankly.

“Time for a fant-abulous day!” Pinkie exclaimed as she jumped off her bed. “First, I’ve got flower planting with Roseluck.”

Pinkie shook her head quickly, restoring her bedhair back to its fluffy state.

“Then, me and Fluttershy are going to go birdwatching!”

She skipped to her bedroom door.

“And then, me and Rainbow Dash ha-”

Pinkie got a shiver that stopped her in her tracks. A shiver that she hadn’t felt in years. She closed the door to her bedroom and approached her vanity mirror. Pinkie gulped. She was right.

“Hello Pinkamena.”

Pinkie’s cheery demeanor disappeared once she heard that voice again. It was replaced with a face of worry and confusion.

“What are you doing here?” whispered Pinkie to the mirror.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The mirror laughed. “What did you do to your hair? It looks ridiculous! It was better when it was down.”

“What do you want?” said Pinkie, ignoring the statement.

“You know what I want. I want us to have fun again.”

Pinkie shook her head.

“No! You shouldn’t even be here. I got rid of you a long time ago.”

“But I’m back now. You and me, we were meant for each other, Pinkamena.”

“I don’t go by that anymore. Things are different now. I have friends, and they call me Pinkie.”

“Some friends they are. How they ditched you like that yesterday. When all you wanted was to have fun with them.”

“But- they were throwing me a party.”

“Don’t be a fool, Pinkamena. They aren’t your friends.”

“Just go away.” Pinkie’s voice was cracking.

“But you were the one who brought me back. When you looked into their eyes that day, you looked at them with pure hatred. Didn’t you?”

Pinkie couldn’t look at the mirror anymore.

“You brought me back because you know what you wanted. You wanted to rip them apart. Gut them and tear their limbs off. Just like we did to all tho-”

“Shut up! I don’t need you! I don’t want you!”

Pinkie’s eyes started to well.

“Oh, I beg to differ. Wasn’t it you who prayed to Celestia every night, begging for something better. Anything better than turning rocks all day.”

Pinkie thought back to her days on her family’s miserable rock farm.

“You wanted something different,” the mirror continued. “So I helped you. I helped you have some fun.”

Pinkie looked confused.

“I threw a party for my family. You didn’t help at all.”

“No, we threw it, Pinkamena. And that party, it was to die for.”

Pinkie’s eyes grew in horror as she realized the meaning of words she heard.

“You... you killed them?

“No, Pinkamena. We did.”

She stood there in shock as if hearing the news for the first time. Tears broke out as she stared at the mirror furiously.

“You killed them, too? How could you?!”

“Oh, it was glorious! Admit it, you know it was a lot of fun.”

“Stop it!” yelled Pinkie in between tears.

“First your mother, then your father...”

“G-giggle at the ghostie...”

“And how we made your sisters watch.”

“Guffaw at the grossly... ”

“But we didn’t stop there, did we? Oh, you and I had so much fun! But then you locked me out. Tried to forget about me.”

“Crack up at the creepy... ”

“That stupid song won’t work anymore, Pinkamena! I’m back, and I’m here to stay.”

Pinkie covered her head, refusing to look and listen at the mirror.

“Of course, we’ll have to start out slow. Gotta build up speed. I was thinking we could start with your pitiful ‘friends’. They shouldn’t be too challenging.”

“Ah, shut up!” Pinkie yelled probably the strongest swear she knew as she struck the mirror with her hoof. It made a large crack that spread through its surface.

Silence reigned throughout the room. All that could be heard was Pinkie’s soft weeping.

“Pinkamena, I’m not in the mirror. I’m inside you. I told you, I’m here to stay.”

“Go away. Why won’t you just go away?”

Pinkie dug her head in her hooves and sobbed quietly.

“You know, I only want what you want. You’re just confused, that’s all.”

Pinkie picked up her head and glanced at her reflection in the cracked mirror. She was distorted, two distinct sides to her face was apparent.

“I know what you want. Do you?”

As Pinkie looked more at her reflection, it seemed as if the distorted side was grinning.

“I’ll tell you what. We’ll make a compromise. What is it you like to do most of all?”

“I - I like to make cupcakes.”

“Do you still have the names?”

She nodded.

“Perfect. Let’s go make some cupcakes.”