Escapee or is it Escaper? Escapese?
Escapee or is it Escaper? Escapese?
Diary of a Psycho by themariobros45
Canterlot Mental Facility and Correctional Center {4 1/2 years later}
Pinkie got up from her cell bed and looked out the window, her doctor right behind her taking notes:
"I've been here for too long doc'! How long has it been?"
The doctor got up from his chair on the outside of the bars and looked at the straight haired pony.
"Miss pie. you've been here for almost 5 years, and the princess had sentenced you to 30 years to life
since you committed several accounts of to third degree ponyslaughter and you know that."
Pinkie hung her head, the light from the moon reflecting off her dark pink mane.
"But doc' you don't get it! I never committed any murders in my life! You have to believe me!"
The doctor then took a sip of his coffee and a puff of his cigarette writing down more notes.
"Look Miss Pie. I wish I could believe you I really do.
But it's just difficult seeing that the evidence had your hoof prints all over it."
The doctor kept staring at pinkie while taking another puff of his cigarette:
"Look..Pinkie...there is nothing more I can do except...keep you here until the princess can
at least see some improvement. Look if you can show her you've improved...
The princess might consider giving you another chance."
Pinkie kept her head low, the doctor had nothing more to say except slip a note under her cell door.
after doing so the doctor then proceeded to take his chair and other things leaving
the pony to herself.
---
after almost an hour pinkie walked away from the window noticing a piece of line paper on the ground.
Upon finding the paper, Pinkie headed straight to her bed and looked at the note.
---
Miss. Pie I know you can at least consider thinking about improving, If you do
the Princess might consider giving you another chance.
Think Mrs. Pie, Think about it, think about how your friends would react to this.
It's only a matter of time.
Signed: Doctor Hemburn
---
After reading the note Pinkie was thinking about the murders and what she had become the night of Dashies ruined party:
"Why did I do that? I had no control left that's probably why. I know it was the voice, I..It had to have been..."
Pinkie was soon interrupted by a strange voice. It was the same voice that took her body over 4 years ago:
"Pinkie! Why? Why did you do this? Let yourself get captured and incarcerated here!"
Pinkie jumped out of her bed and shouted at the voice. "It wasn't me creepy voice! If you weren't here I
Would not have gotten into this mess in the first place! So blame yourself!"
The voice then took over Pinkies body in a defensive way, making her hit herself and hit her head of the concrete wall:
"Pinkie. Listen and listen good, I have come here for a reason.
I'm going to help you escape, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
so being a good sister I'm taking you over and all you have to do is watch. got it?"
Pinkie shook her head not even knowing what the voice said to her a few moments ago.
after a few moments, Pinkie was starting to feel numb all around. she had no Idea that the voice had
taken over, her defense was blocked, all she could do was just watch, just like the last time before her
arrest.
"So Pinkie? what's your schedule around this time?"
"The patrol guard comes down the hall at 10:00 to bring dinner, He won't notice you in the dark corner
right near the cell door."
It was now 10:00 and just like every night the guard had made his usual dinner call for the patients.
As the guard was walking down the hallway Pinkamena was standing behind the wall with no visibility whatsoever.
The guard noticing this ran down the hallway to check on pinkie since he was not able to see her.
So to be safe the guard opened the cell door to check on Pinkie, but
was suddenly choked to death with a torn up pillow case Pinkamena had made earlier:
"well I'm sorry the party didn't last too long, but we'll probably meet again Mr. Guard."
Pinkamena then dragged the dead body and hid it behind the shadowed wall.
Pinkie was now out of the cell, able to roam around the hall and do whatever she liked, but she was
focused on one thing and one thing only. escaping the bland area.
after stumbling into the laundry room Pinkamena had asked the pony in her head for directions.
"So, Pinkie where do we go? Is there a chute in here?"
Pinkie then showed Pinkamena where the chute was and after finding it jumped down landing in a cart full of dirty
laundry on it's way to ponyville for cleaning:
"Eww Grody, Grody, Grody." Pinkamena thought
to herself, but had to stand it, at least for a good few hours.
---
It was now 10:30 at night, the cart was loaded in to the buggy and was setting course for ponyville.
pinkie then got out of the laundry after a few minutes and looked out the windows of the buggy waving goodbye
to the hospital.
"well on the bright side Pinkie there were some fun moments there, like.." Pinkamena thought long and hard
for a moment but soon gave up after realizing there were no fun moments, just sedation then shock therapy then
long boring moments of interviews with her doctor for some progress on her rehabilitation.
"Never mind Pinkie, It was just boring there. We can at least see our friends again. Isn't that nice?"
"you think after all of this, my friends would want to see me? That's worse than a bad idea, That's a ludicrous
idea." Pinkamena then started to giggle at Pinkie in a sick twisted way.
"And that's why If any of them get on our case, I'll rip all of their throats out." Pinkie then gasped
and after hearing what the voice said fainted into the laundry.
---
it had been almost 2 hours and the buggy was not yet near ponyville until it stopped waking Pinkie up.
"what happened? we don't arrive in ponyville for another hour. did we take a shortcut?"
it turned out the cart had lost a wheel a few minutes before, but Pinkamena couldn't wait for it to be fixed,
so she did what she Knew was better. pinkie hopped
out of the buggy and proceeded to skip all the way there, even if it took a few hours longer.
"well. it looks like I'm going to be a few more hours."