The First File
Little Talks
Sofia123 crashed her hoof down on the keyboard with a smash. “COME ON! WHY DON’T I HAVE A STORY? AN IDEA? ARGGGHHH!”
“Hey, Sofia?” Sofia turned to see a young filly and her friend, a young brown colt waving at her. “Sofia? We have an idea!”
“Okay. I’ve confirmed it by the fact that there is talking cartoon ponies in front of me. I’m crazy.” The author fainted and the filly poked her arm. “Button, is she dead?”
“No, it’s an expected reaction that humans do due to unnatural things.” Button pointed his hoof at the filly and then him. “Like us, Sweetie.”
“Ok…” She turned to the Windows 9 computer. “Let’s get writing!”
“Hey, Button?”
The brown colt turned to see his fillyfriend waving at him.
“Um, yeah?”
“Look at my new friend Clockwork! He says he’s inviting us to a party only for us!” The filly jumped up and down with a smile.
“Yes, only for you two ponies,” Clockwork smirked. Oh, if only they knew…
“Um… my mum says I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” Button mumbled.
“Really? Aww, but there will be cakes and parties like your little friend Pinkie wants!” Clockwork said in fake concern.
“Okay, but Pinkie… can you hold my hoof?” Button shivered. It was the day before the April Fools Day celebration.
“Sure!” He clenched Pinkie’s hoof and stepped forward along with his friend.
The two children and the stallion ventured to an empty house.
“Come little victims, enjoy the soda,” Clockwork smiled evilly.
D-d-did he say victims? “Pardon?” Pinkie frowned.
“I said, enjoy the soda!” Clockwork thundered with a great grumble.
“Fine…” Pinkie’s hair deflated and she held the blood red cup up, drinking it in a gulp. She fell on the floor, consciousness fading.
No! Pinkie! “Is-is-is-is this poisoned soda?” Button cried, kneeling down to Pinkie’s body.
“She’s breathing. Now shut up,” Clockwork threw the colt at the wall, earning Button fading consciousness.
Ugh, where am I?! Button found himself strapped to a stone table, looking to his right he saw Pinkie in the same contraption. However, her body was damaged so much it made him want to vomit.
Chunks of flesh was peeling from her right leg, she had a huge bleeding cut on her cheek and half her mane was cut off. Poor filly.
“B-B-Button, where am I?” Pinkie was already awake, sobbing heavily.
“I was going to ask that,” Button countered, then lightly laughed to himself. That’s why I love you, Pinkie.
“Ah, you’re both awake,” Clockwork entered. He was wearing a white suit, much like the ones in a book Button had read about rainbows.
“Let us go you little-“ The stallion cut off the blubbering filly.
“I will have some fun, isn’t this a daring pun?” He smiled and pushed a lever, laughing as he spoke.
The lever controlled a metal hand, and it reached down, taking a piece of Pinkie’s leg with it. Blood splattered all over Clockwork’s suit, making both children sick.
She screamed bloody murder and her hooves wriggled to get out. “BUTTON! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Button burst into tears at the sight of his blood splattered friend. “Stop it, p-p-p-please!” Salty tears dripped down his face and down the wood, landing with a plop on the ground.
“For your friend’s fate to roll the dice, you must pay the price,” Clockwork’s riddle echoed. Pay the price, pay the price, pay the price…
The metal hand turned to Button’s chest and went to his belly button. Oh no… Is this what he means by-
A claw opened from the thumb of the finger and scraped his chest, cutting it open with a crying scream from Button.
“I told you Button, I am having so much fun cutting,” Clockwork threw his head laughing maniacally.
“W-w-who are you?!” Pinkie managed before spitting out blood.
“My my, your tone is shy!” Clockwork pushed a button and the finger cut deeper, this time in Button’s left back hoof. Blood spurted out like a waterfall, and he vomited on the side of the table.
The gross liquid was a sunset orange, water combined with slimy yellow hay and blood.
Button vomited again and Pinkie started to recoil, yelling and screaming against her shackles as Clockwork started stroking down her belly to in between her legs.
Button felt sick, the young colt horrified at the murderer beside him violating his fillyfriend’s body.
“Now now, you gory cow,” Clockwork patted Pinkie’s bloody face and stood up. “Would you like to know who I am, for there is no cam?”
“Screw you…” Button yelped at Clockwork, the finger of the machine still inside the flesh of his mutilated, cut up leg. “Who are you?”
“Didn’t answer your question earlier, ah, Pinkie, your mane is curlier,” Then the murderer stopped rhyming. “With blood.”
He started psychotically laughing. “My name is Clockwork, for behind clocks and shadows that I lurk.”
He then went to the wooden old fashioned door of the torture room, still laughing evilly. “Stay there too, I need to go to the loo.”
He disappeared.
Pinkie’s eyes darted to Button. “B-Button … how do we get out of here and away from the rhyming stallion?”
“I don’t know,” he sobbed.
“I’m sorry … Button. Just let me go… There’s a button on your left wall… I know by the Pinkie Sense it opens the hoofcuffs. We will meet again soon… I love you…”
Her eyes closed and Button could tell she was slipping away. “Pinkie, stay with me, I know you can get out… please Pinkie, just go to sleep…”
“No… spread the news… the news will get Clockwork in Ponyville Jail. Please … we will meet again…” Her chest stopped rising and Button hung his head. To get out … for Pinkie … she needs to be buried with life, with her Laughter still in her heart…
Button took off his red propeller hat and threw it like a Frisbee at the button. The hoofcuffs unlocked and he got out of the table with Pinkie in his arms. Even though he was a colt, Pinkie’s life fuelled him with strength to keep going. Torn apart, there is nothing I can do…
He kicked open the wooden door, planks flying, and galloped towards the entrance.
“Where are you going, you are showing!” Clockwork saw their shadows and rose, his slender body running against them.
Ten metres…
Blood leaked from his cut, he was dying from blood loss.
Five metres…
Button, I know you can do it, Pinkie’s voice smiled in his mind. Smile!
Four metres…
He grinned to himself and kept going, feeling the cut heal.
Three metres…
He could hear Clockwork’s breathing only a few metres away.
Two metres…
He saw it.
One metre…
Pinkie’s friends, the elements of harmony, had come.
“Come on! Help our friend!” Rainbow cheered.
He flew through the entrance like magic.
He, with the Element of Laughter had come through, and Clockwork was gone.
“Sugarcube … I’m sorry…” Applejack was crying.
“Oh no… Pinkie’s not breathing,” Twilight worried.
“Twilight Sparkle, I’m sorry … she died from blood loss,” Button crashed to the ground and Pinkie’s eyes opened with a sparkling flash.
“Pinkie?” The rest of the Mane Five shouted.
“Guys… I wanted to give a message…” Pinkie gasped, blood spitting. “I’m be back soon for justice. My justice.”
Her eyes closed, and her body faded away. In Button’s arms, in Pinkie’s place, there lay the glowing Element of Laughter.