Story By: Baldwin
"Hey! I'll bet you haven't heard yet!"
It was always creepy at night at Ponyville Mortuary. Even though the dead bodies lay behind a large, heavy metal door, the place still had a very eerie atmosphere.
"Well, rookie, they say this place is haunted..."
"Even though we're new employees, I know the whole story!"
The mortuary had two new night-guards. After the 'departure' of the last one, obviously they needed another. One started today and the other started about three days ago.
The rookie couldn't help himself. "You mean... the Mad Mare?"
"Yep!" the other guard teased, "Don't you remember?"
"I remember she came in here and butchered the bodies..." the rookie said giving a slight shiver and looking behind him. The dark hallways were always so creepy...
"Oh but that's not all!" the other teased and grinning.
The guard smiled harder and beckoned towards the rookie.
"Follow me," he whispered.
Reluctant to be left alone in the creaking hallways, the rookie guard followed. And as he followed, his more experienced partner relayed the story.
"Well," he began, "The Mad Mare of Ponyville came in here one night and stole the body parts from a number of ponies... She even murdered the last guard and-" he flipped around and lit his flashlight beneath his face, "Stole his head!"
The older guard smirked and continued walking.
"You don't know what she did with the body parts, do you?" he asked.
"N-no..." replied the rookie, not sure he wanted to find out.
"Well," the older guard said, "She took her bloody parts, sewed them together, and made herself a husband!"
"A what?!" the rookie exclaimed.
"Oh yeah!" the other replied, "She took a needle and twine and made a monster!"
The rookie shuddered at the thought. He pictured a bloody limping figure with mismatched limbs. He had read stories about zombies and things like that.
"And you know what she did next?" the older guard continued.
"What? What did she do?" The rookie couldn't help himself. He was scared out of his wits, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"She killed her creation," they arrived at a large metal door, "and then she killed her own best FRIEND."
He opened the door. The refrigerated room was, as usual, filled with bodies.
"Why are we here?!" the rookie whispered, "Are we allowed to be here?!" He was always respectful around the dead.
"It's fine! Follow me!" the other replied.
The two walked along the aisles of bodies.
"So she killed her best friend?!" the rookie whispered. What in the name of Celestia could drive a pony to do that?
"Yep," they came to a stop, "and here she is."
"THE MAD MARE?!!" the rookie exclaimed quietly.
"No, you dope!" the other replied, "She's in the loony bin! This is one of her victims. Her best friend."
They both looked down upon a bright pink mare. Her three balloons of a cutie mark were still vivid and her mane lay straight. Although dead, she wore a pained expression on her face.
"Th-there's a kn-knife in her..." the rookie began.
"That's the knife she was murdered with," the other said. Again he whipped out his flashlight, "BY THE MAD MARE!! OOOHH OOOOHHH!!"
"S-Stopit!!" the rookie said cringing in fear.
The older guard smirked and chortled. The rookie regained his composure and looked down at the pink body.
"Why don't they take the knife out of her neck?" he asked, "Isn't that disrespectful?"
"Ah beats me," the other guard replied, "C'mon. Let's get back to our post so we don't get in trouble. Or so we can prevent the Mad Mare form returning!"
The rookie winced. The older guard gave a guffaw and headed towards the door. Before the rookie turned to leave, he looked back at the pink mare. He gave a sigh, looked left and right, and grasped the knife's handle protruding from the pink pony's throat. He tugged at it, and with more resistance than he had expected, the knife slid out of the mare's neck.
"Hey! C'mon! Let's go!" the older guard shouted from the other side of the chilled room.
"Uh... C-coming!" the rookie shouted. He looked back down at the mare, her neck agape, and laid the knife down next to her. "Rest in peace..." he whispered and trotted off. He closed and locked the door behind him.
The chilled room was again dead silent. Not a muscle moved and not a breath was taken. The pink pony lay on her table, still dead. Her neck was still agape from the knife's cut, the knife lying next to her head.
Tonight was a strange night however. By will of some unexplainable force, things turned to the worst.
From the slit in the pony's throat came a small dribble of blood. But, a dead body's blood shouldn't be flowing... right?
As the blood continued to flow, the eyes of the once dead mare snapped open. They were black as coal, no iris or pupil visible. She opened her mouth wide and took a great shuddering breath. Slowly she sat up straight.
Pinkemina Diane Pie looked down at the knife on her table. She lifted a hoof to her throat and felt the cold, sticky, dribbling blood issuing from the cut. She hopped off of her table and looked back at it into its reflective surface. Her own figure stared back with those gruesome, black, pupil-less eyes.
She started to giggle. It grew louder and louder.
Fluttershy had decided to visit the library this afternoon. Being in charge of caring for the little critters, she couldn't leave out a certain purple baby dragon or unicorn.
"Is Twilight going to be okay, Spike?"
"I dunno, Fluttershy. She's been pretty down lately. But I can't blame her..."
"You're still upset about Rarity, aren't you?"
Spike sniffed, "Yeah... I did really did have a crush on her, you know?"
Fluttershy hugged the baby dragon.
"It'll be alright," she said holding him, "Rarity is safe where she's at now."
"I know..." Spike replied quietly.
Ponyville had been very subdued lately. But could you blame them? Two of its most popular and identifiable members were gone. The finishing gem in a necklace was ruined and the life of the party was snuffed out. Everyone was taking it very hard.
Sugar Cube Corner was very quiet now a days. Pinkie Pie wasn't there to whip up her special treats or throw her fantastic parties. I mean, have you ever been to one of them? They're to die for. Inside, the building was draped in black to commemorate Pinkie's death. A small photo of her stood beside the window. There was a small caption.
'Pinkemina Diane Pie,
In loving memory
Of the life of everypony's party.
Died for her love of heart.
Rest in peace, young Pinkie Pie.'
The photo seemed blurred and the glass covering it was chipped at one end.
The four remaining friends had taken the past events harder than the rest of town. For each one, guilt stabbed at their hearts like a cold icicle. Why hadn't they listened to Pinkie Pie? They hadn't doubted her 'Pinkie Sense' up until a few days ago, so why did they stop? Perhaps if they did listen to her, the two fiends would still be happily living with the rest.
Twilight was locked in her room upstairs above the library. She gave a long sad sigh. She was still depressed about Pinkie Pie and Rarity. The thought of them stirred up more tears. That's all she did these days. Cry. Maybe it was because she hadn't taken Pinkie Pie seriously. Maybe it was because she missed Rarity so much her heart burned. She would never again be with the white bodied and purple maned mare. Never.
And Pinkie Pie. Hadn't she learned that Pinkie's actions and traits were far beyond any other pony's comprehension? The fact that Twilight's own ignorance lead to Pinkie's death pressed heavily on her mind. She would never forget it.
Again Twilight sighed. What was the point of locking herself in her room for the sake of her best friend and lost crush? Staying here wouldn't help anything. She should be helping out planning Pinkie's upcoming funeral. She picked herself off her bed.
Twilight magicked her brush from her desk and started to brush her mane in front of the window. She looked dreadful. Her eyes were puffy from crying, her hair was in a right state, and she had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.
"Well, Twilight Sparkle," she said to her reflection, "What are you going to do today?"
"Wallow in my own guilt!"
Twilight dropped her brush and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. She hadn't said those last words. She turned around and looked around her room. She was the only one there..
"Over here, you silly!"
Twilight whipped around back to her mirror and gave a terrified scream.
In the mirror looking back at her as if from another side of a grimy window stood Pinkie Pie. Her eyes were pitch black and no pupils were visible. She had a small trail of blood leaking from the corner of her eyes and the gash in her throat.
"P-Pinkie Pie!" Twilight shouted. What she saw horrified her. Her friend was supposed to be dead.
"Actually, I prefer to be called Pinkemina now," Pinkie said through the mirror. Her voice seemed to be issuing more from the cut in her throat than her mouth, "Or maybe Diane? Or just Pie? Actually, Pinkie Pie is just fine!"
"Wh-what-" Twilight sputtered.
"What am I doing here?" Pinkie said showing off a wicked grin. Each of her teeth were grotesquely sharpened to a point. "You didn't listen to me. None of you did. And what did I get from trying to stop that bitch Rarity? My own death. All I did was try and save her from herself. I thought I had my best friends' undying trust. But I was wrong. Dead wrong." Pinkie giggled and chuckled at her own joke.
The way Pinkie Pie laughed wasn't what it used to be like. It wasn't full of the life, joy, and fuzziness it used to have. It sent a shiver up Twilight's spine. Pinkie Pie pressed her face against the glass, smearing some blood onto its surface. Twilight recoiled.
"And you what I'm gonna do?" Pinkie said with the grin still stuck on her face, "I'm going to teach each and every one of you a lesson. But this time, you'll get my message. And guess what? You can't stop me! You can't giggle at this ghostie and make it go away! Toodles!"
Pinkie Pie disappeared. Twilight sat there in utter shock. Had what she had just seen for real? Was her mind playing tricks on her? But a creeping thought entered through the back of her mind.
'Never doubt Pinkie Pie.'
Applejack was working hard on the farm again. Perhaps a bit too hard. A number of the apple trees had ugly dents in them and bark had been broken off. Applejack bucked another tree, but this time, it had splintered and fallen over.
She looked down at the young fallen tree. She snorted in frustration and anger. Anger at herself. She knew that Pinkie Pie's death was her fault. She had thought it was one of Pinkie's jokes and brushed it off. And she hated herself for doing so. Being the element of honesty, she should've known it was the truth. Now the death of her friend was weighted down on her heart. She let out an agonizing scream of fury, guilt, and depression.
The few days since Pinkie's death and Rarity's madness weren't kind to Applejack. As she stood there, Applejack could remember every detail if that day. A pure white body bag lying outside of the boutique and Rarity being held down and forced into a strait jacket and hauled away. She even remembered Applebloom asking what happened. Applejack hadn't seen her friends ever since. She tried pounding out her guilt into the trees, but if anyone saw the current state of them, they could tell Applejack had a lot on her mind.
"How're y' holdin' up?"
Applejack looked up to see Big Macintosh and Applebloom standing in front of her.
"Jus' fine," Applejack mumbled, "Ah failed mah duty as the element of honesty, ah practically killed mah bes' friend, 'nother one of them is in the mad house, an' ah gone an' broke another tree..." she looked back up at her older brother, tears streaming down her face, "An' how're y'all?"
Big Macintosh didn't say anything. He lifted up his hoof and held his sister in a tight hug. He was a man of little words. He knew that anything he said wasn't going to help at the moment.
"Thanks Big Mac..." Applejack said holding him, "Y' always know what t' say..."
"Is big sis gonna be okay?" Applebloom whispered. Even she was tearing up.
"Ah..." Big Mac started to say, "Ah don't know..."
They stood there for a long time, Applejack crying into her brother's shoulder. She was usually so proud and strong and it killed her to cry like a little filly, but she didn't care. To anyone seeing this scene, it would've hurt to watch.
Night slowly fell on Ponyville. Everyone in Sweet Apple Acres was asleep. Applebloom was tucked in tight and Big Mac was fast asleep. However Applejack was still wide awake. She was in the bathtub of the bathroom. Actually, she had been in there for a few hours. The water had gotten cold, all the bubble bath had disappeared, and her hooves had gotten wrinkly. She sighed. 'Well, ah ain't gonna drown in this water...' she thought to herself, halfheartedly joking.
Applejack slipped out of the tub. She was still sopping wet as she made her way to the bathroom window. Her hair was plastered to her body because of the water and her coat was still dripping.
"Rarity would've been overjoyed if saw me takin' a nice long bath..." she said aloud smiling a small smile, "But ah shouldn't be happy right now. I should be punished fer what ah did t' Pinkie Pah..."
"My thoughts exactly!"
The next series of events happened very quickly and all at once, so bear with me.
Applejack heard the voice and immediately recognized it as Pinkie Pie's. Through the mirror, she saw Pinkie, her eyes black as tar, behind her holding a stick. It looked like the kind used to smash piñatas. Applejack's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her dead friend. Pinkie swung the stick down onto Applejack's head with a sickening crack! Applejack was knocked out.
Applejack woke up, head throbbing and vision bleary. She must have slipped on the bathroom floor and hit her head. She reached up to feel her aching skull, but then she realized that her hooves were tied down to a table. She was laying stomach down on a wooden table, tied down and unable to move.
Panicking, she looked around. Applejack found herself in the old barn away from her house.
"Applejack!" screamed a small voice.
"Applebloom?" she called back, "Applebloom! What's goin' on! Why am ah tied down!"
"Oh you're awake!"
Applejack again looked around. From one of the darker corners of the barn, her old and once dead friend Pinkie Pie emerged.
"P-Pinkie Pie?" she stuttered. Her appearance was what kept Applejack still. She was thin and her color was somewhat faded. Her once bouncy, flamboyant mane was again flat and curtain-like. Also, Applejack couldn't tear her gaze away from her black eyes.
"Yep it's me!" Pinkie squealed. She stood, nose inches away from Applejack, and looked into her face, "Remember me? Your favorite joker? Our favorite party Pinkie?"
"How are y-" Applejack started to say, but she was cut off by Pinkie Pie.
"How am I here?" she chirruped, "Let me answer that in a joke! So a crazy, revenge hungry pony walks into a barn to find something to make the pains stop. What does she find?"
Applejack whimpered at Pinkie's gaze. It was cold and piercing, filled with malice and hate.
"I asked WHAT DID SHE FIND?!" shouted Pinkie Pie, her teeth bared in fury.
"Ah don't know!" cried Applejack. She was trembling from the horrible sight that was Pinkie Pie. The shock of seeing her old friend was overwhelming and the guilt was flowing back in.
"I'll tell you what," Pinkie growled, smiling again, "She found a bunch of sour apples! You thought everything I said was a joke."
"N-no! Pinkie Pie I-"
"You NEVER took me seriously," Pinkie continued, "If you would've just listened to me, maybe Rarity would still be here. Maybe I would still BE ALIVE!"
Pinkie Pie walked up to Applebloom. Applebloom shrieked in terror.
"What're y' goin' t'do?!" Applejack shouted, "Y'stay away from mah sister!"
Pinkie Pie turned around to face Applejack.
"I'll show you real," she whispered smiling, but Applejack caught every word, "You want serious? I'll give you serious. No jokes. Just pure, real fun!"
She turned again to face Applebloom. Smiling her usual silly smile, Pinkie looked into her eyes. They were contracted in fear. Pinkie Pie slowly turned her head to the left. But it kept going. With sickly cracks and pops, her head spun three and hundred and sixty degrees around and then some. Applebloom screamed in utter horror at this sight. Pinkie Pie's tongue was lolling out and a trickle of blood issued from her mouth. Applebloom fought at her bindings, unable to avert her gaze from the grotesque scenery of Pinkie's contorting head and neck.
"STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!" screamed Applebloom, her body too scared to produce the tears her eyes so desperately wanted to shed.
"Stop!! Yer scarin' her!" yelled Applejack. Her senses as an elder sister were coming into play, "Ah said STOP!"
With a swift movement and an ugly crack, Pinkie's head flipped upwards in an arch, staring upside-down at Applejack.
"Scaring her?" she asked, "Oh, I'm doing more than just scaring her! I'm SCARRING her!" She cracked her head back to Applebloom's face, "It's because of YOUR SISTER I'm like this. It's because of YOUR SISTER that I'm doing this to you, that she's letting me do this!"
Applebloom whimpered weakly, shaking in fear. She had finally managed to shut her eyes.
"Don't listen t'her!" Applejack shouted, "Ah would never let her do anythin'!"
"Oh but it's true!" giggled Pinkie Pie, "It's. All. Your. Sister's. Fault. Applejack."
Applebloom gave another terrified scream. She opened her eyes just the smallest of cracks to check if the monster was gone, to see if her big sister had come to the rescue.
She saw Pinkie Pie not two centimeters from her own face.
Applebloom gasped and fainted.
Satisfied with what she had accomplished, Pinkie Pie's head twisted back to its original setting. She trotted back towards Applejack.
"What did y'do t'her?!" she asked in shock.
"I traumatized her," Pinkie said, "Think about it, whenever she looks at you, all she will see is me!" She giggled maliciously, "Now, I think it's your turn!"
Pinkie left for a second and came back almost immediately with a white hot branding iron, its head shaped like an apple. It was the one Big Mac used on the family pigs.
"Wh-what're you..." Applejack whispered. But she already knew. Not even the bravest pony in the whole wide world wouldn't have been terrified at Applejack's fate.
"It's my turn," Pinkie said, circling around to Applejack's left flank, "To scar YOU!"
She aimed the burning hot head of the branding iron at Applejack's flank. Applejack struggled against the tight ropes binding her. Pinkie Pie smiled.
Big Mac awoke to the most horrible sound in the world. Somepony was screaming the living hell out of their lungs. And he knew who it was the moment he heard it.
He jumped out of bed and sprinted outside to find the source of the terrible shriek. Again, he heard it, the scream, but now, along with a sickening hissss noise. The barn. Big Macintosh barged into the barn so hard the doors flew off of heir hinges. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, she saw his sisters tied up.
"Applejack! Applebloom!" he shouted.
He looked around again and saw the most peculiar thing. A pink pony was watching from the darkest corner. As soon as their eyes met, she vanished. Big Mac ran over to Applejack and untied her. She was crying and she winced in pain. He saw immediately what was wrong. On both of his sister's flanks were ugly, raw burns. The smell of singed hair and flesh lingered in the air. The Apple family crest was visible on the burns. One large apple shaped burn encircled the small three apples that were Applejack's cutie marks.
"Spike, can you get that?"
Someone had just knocked on the door of the library. Spike had opened up the door to find Big Macintosh filling up the door frame.
"Hey Twilight? Fluttershy? Big Macintosh is here!" Spike called out.
Both Twilight and Fluttershy came down stairs. Fluttershy had been visiting every day to make sure Twilight was alright. She stayed unusually close to Twilight.
"Oh, hello Big Macintosh," Twilight said, "I-is there anything I can help you with?"
"Miss Twilight," he said in his usual slow voice, "Ma'am, ah think we have a problem..."
"What happened?" asked Fluttershy.
"Ah think yer friend Pinkie Pie is back," Big Mac said coldly," An' she's already given mah sisters a visit..."
From somewhere behind him he drew out a long branding iron and dropped it to the floor with a dull CLUNK. It was still warm and stuck to it were a few golden orange hairs. The two mares and Spike stared at it. Spike clapped his hands to his mouth.
"I think I'm gonna hurl-!" Spike uttered before running into the bathroom.
"Ah think you best watch out fer yerselves..." Big Macintosh said. On his face, Twilight and Fluttershy saw, he wore an expression of genuine worry and fear. Big Macintosh. Big Macintosh.
She had not left her cloud home since Pinkie Pie's death. There were empty bottles of potent liquor littering the floors and tables.
"C'mon, Dash. It'll be alright,"
"Sh-she was my best friend..."
Soarin did all he could to comfort the one he loved. Rainbow Dash was in her room, another bottle clutched in her hoof. Soarin had come over again for another visit to make sure she was alright. He may be a klutz at times, but he knew when somepony hurt inside. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Just know that I'll be here for you anytime," he said, "Try not to drink too much tonight, okay?"
"Alright," Rainbow Dash said quietly. She wiped another tear from her eye, "I-I think I just want to be alone right now..."
Soaring obliged, "Take all the time you need, okay?"
He gave her another kiss and left the house.
Rainbow Dash gave a sigh. She was sad. She was hung over. She was miserable. But could you blame her? Nope. You couldn't. Rainbow Dash took another deep swig from the bottle. Not even Buck Daniel's whiskey could drown out the guilt.
She and Pinkie Pie had a connection on a deeper level. It wasn't just pranks and laughs. They were opposites. She was cool and fast flying. Pinkie Pie was silly and loving. And opposites attract. And because of this, Rainbow Dash took Pinkie's death the hardest. Dash had even started drinking to make the pain stop. Of course this worried everypony, but they just left her be. She had to grieve in her own way. She wasn't loyal enough to Pinkie Pie and for that she had lost her life.
Tears welled up in Rainbow Dash's eyes as she thought about Pinkie. She had to move on. Dash would rot in place if she didn't. It was either that or die of alcohol poisoning. Well... Maybe just one more little sip... Pinkie wouldn't have wanted that. She wouldn't want Rainbow Dash to wallow in guilt and melt to nothing.
Dash got up from her bed reluctantly. She dropped the now empty bottle to the floor. Her head was spinning and she felt sick. A hangover from the night before and more drink didn't exactly help. Maybe a nice hot shower would clear her mind. She tipsily entered the bathroom and then clambered into the shower. Dash turned the water on and let the hot jet cover her. As she stood in the shower, warm steam surrounded her.
"I should've trusted Pinkie Pie," she said aloud, "*Hic* Ugh... horsefeathers!"
Rainbow Dash shouted in frustration. She knew it. It was all her fault. She was Pinkie's best friend, and being the element of loyalty, she should have trusted Pinkie's word all the way.
"I'm so stupid..." she mumbled.
"Not just stupid, Dashie..."
Rainbow Dash gasped and flipped around. All she saw was steamy fog. She leapt out of the shower, the steam still thick in the bathroom.
"Why did you let me die, Rainbow Dash?"
"Pinkie Pie?!" Dash asked in bewilderment, "I-I didn't!"
"Yes you did..." Pinkie's voice continued, "Dashie, you were my best friend..."
"I'm going crazy... I drank too much..." Rainbow Dash muttered. She wiped some fog from the mirror. But she immediately jumped back in shock.
In the mirror looking back was not her own reflection, but Pinkie Pie. She stared back at Rainbow Dash with her light blue eyes. Tears were streaming down them.
"How could you?" Pinkie whispered, "How could you let me die?.."
"No!" Dash yelled back, "I didn't! I swear!"
"Then why didn't you believe me? All I wanted was the best for Rarity. But you didn't listen..."
"Please!" Rainbow Dash shouted, "Forgive me... I swear I didn't know..."
"You hurt me really deep, Dashie," Pinkie smiled but Rainbow Dash didn't notice. Pinkie Pie didn't need to physically touch Dash to hurt her. She knew the connection she had with Dash and the overwhelming amount of guilt she felt. Pinkie could tear out her heart without even touching her.
"Why did you let me go alone?" Pinkie asked, "I was so scared..."
Rainbow Dash was now crying on the floor of the bathroom.
"I'm such a flip flop..." she cried, "I should have believed in you. I was so stupid..."
"Yes, yes you were!" said Pinkie Pie. She could feel it. Pinkie could feel Rainbow Dash's heart breaking again. The hot steam and the rage of emotions flooded Dash's senses, "You were untrusting."
"You were uncaring," Pinkie continued.
"No! Pinkie Pie, I didn't-"
"You were the worst friend," Pinkie Pie said smiling.
"I-I..." tears started to stream again.
"You were unloyal, Rainbow Dash."
Rainbow Dash screamed and huddled up on the floor. She started to tremble uncontrollably and hid her face in her forehooves. Trying to block out Pinkie Pie, she started to sing thickly through her uncontrolled sobs.
When I was as scared as a filly
And my hopes were crashing down
The awful guilt and horrors
They would always make me frown.
I cried under the covers
From what I knew was true
But Pinkie Pie would've said: that wasn't the Dash
That I've always loved and knew.
She'd say: Dashie, you gotta stand up tall,
Stop and face your fears,
Or else the guilt will come back
And the tears will reappear...
"HA HA HA!!" mocked Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie smiled a wicked smile. How sweet. Rainbow Dash had made a song about her. And it was dreadfully depressing!
"Giggle at the ghostie, Rainbow Dash! Laugh your miserable heart out!"
Down on the ground, some ways away from the busier parts of town, there was a bar. The Colt's Stable it was called. It wasn't a big place, but it had its customers. There were ponies who were unwinding after a hectic day with a cold drink, a pony or two drinking away their loneliness, ponies trying to get dates, and a Pegasus stallion in a blue jumpsuit with yellow lightning patterns. He walked up to the bar and sat down heavily on the stool.
"What can I get you, hun?" asked the bar tender. She was a young earth pony with a light green mane, an even lighter green coat, a smoking cigarette in her mouth, and a small martini glass as a cutie mark.
"Give me a Horse Drowner on the rocks," he said, "Double."
The bar mare took out a few mixing glasses and five different liquors. There was the soft 'clink clink' as the ice cubes fell into a glass. She got to work mixing the drink together.
"Drinkin' hard tonight, huh?" she asked through the smoke between her lips, "Hard day or just out to party hard?"
"Terrible day..." sighed Soarin, "My girlfriend's friend just died and she's been taking it real hard."
"I'm so sorry!" gasped the bar tender, "Is she the one who?..."
"Yeah," said Soarin, "I think her name was Pinkie Pie."
The bar tender looked down at Soarin. He looked worried and tired. Finally she spoke up.
"You know," the bar tender began, "I see a lot of sad folk come through this bar. Trust me... It's part of the job. But I don't think I've seen anything like you before."
She put her hoof on Soarin's and stared into his eyes. The bar mare took a long drag on the cigarette and snuffed it out in an ash tray. Soarin raised his eyebrows.
"I don't usually give advice to jumpsuit wearin' skyheads," Soarin smiled weakly, "But I think you just need to let your girlfriend know you're there for her."
She winked and handed him the drink.
"On the house,"
"Thanks," replied Soarin. He'd leave a big tip.
"Whut abou' me?" mumbled a unicorn stallion from the other side of the bar. He clearly had more drinks than he could handle.
"Nuh uh," said the bar mare, "You've had enough!"
As she wrestled the intoxicated unicorn out of the bar, Soarin sipped his drink and felt it burn his throat. He thought about Rainbow Dash and her sadness. The bar mare was right. He should be with her. Who knows, maybe this time she'll be alright. Heck, Soarin might even be able to pull Rainbow away from her rum and whiskey. He downed the rest of the liquor and placed a generous tip in a tip jar.
"You come and visit any time, stranger!" called the bar mare as he headed towards the door.
Soarin was soarin' through the air. The drink was strong and he still felt a little light headed. He made his way to his lover's cloud home, hiccupping all along the way. The door was unlocked and he let himself in. The lights were off and there wasn't a single sound.
"Dash?" called Soarin. Maybe she passed out again.
He made his way up to Rainbow Dash's room. He opened the door. There was a clatter of empty bottles behind it. Soarin peeked his head in but saw no one.
"Heh.. Hee hee..."
Soarin pulled his head out and looked down the deserted hallway.
"Ha ha! Heh heh..."
Someone was in the bathroom laughing. And by the sounds of it, it was Rainbow Dash. Soarin sighed. She was drunk off her heels again.
Soarin knocked on the restroom door.
"Dash," he called, "Y' in there?"
The door slowly slid open. Soarin could just make out a magenta eye and rainbow flare mane.
"You okay?" asked Soarin.
The door suddenly swung wide open. Rainbow Dash was standing on her hind legs and leaning heavily on the door frame. She was dripping with sweat and she looked at Soarin in dreamy bedroom eyes.
"Heeey baby..." Rainbow Dash said in a slurred voice. She started trotting towards Soarin, swaying her hips seductively.
"Dash," said Soarin, "Let's get you to bed."
Rainbow Dash gave out a giggle-snort.
"Whaat?" she asked, "I... I didn't know you wanted to screw that badly!"
Rainbow Dash toppled over into Soarin's arms. She looked up into his face and laughed. He could smell the liquor in her breath.
"I love you. You know that?" asked Rainbow Dash. Her speech was still thick and slurred. "I think we should fuck..."
"Hey!" said Soarin pulling back.
He was taken aback. This attitude and language was extremely unbecoming for Rainbow Dash.
"You're drunk," whispered Soarin.
"I know..." replied Dash. But this time it wasn't in drunken mishmash. She looked up into his eyes. "I saw Pinkie Pie today..."
It must be the alcohol talking.
"Really?" asked Soarin, "What did she say?"
"I don't remember..." groaned Rainbow Dash, "But she made me feel so bad... I remember her... Telling me to laugh from the mirror!"
Dash had a wide smile on her face. Soarin started to grow worried.
"But she couldn't have been there..." said Rainbow, "She was in the mirror..."
"She can't do-" started Soarin.
"Yes she can," interrupted Rainbow Dash, "She was in my head... Her voice felt like needles in my eyes... So... So I laughed."
Dash started to giggle.
"And you know what else?" asked Rainbow Dash. Her eyes had a mad stare in them. "I smashed the mirror! Ha ha! With my head! Heh HA HA HA HA!!"
Through the open door, Soarin could see the reflective debris of the mirror on the bathroom floor. The shattered mirror was still hanging on the wall, a huge bloody splatter in the middle of it.
"BAH HAHAHAHAHA!" laughed Rainbow Dash, "I broke Pinkie Pie! Ha HA HA HA! Giggle at the ghosties, Soarin! Giggle at the ghosties!!"
Soarin, horrified at the madness of his girlfriend, looked down. On top of Dash's head was a large ugly gash. It was still dripping crimson and mixed grotesquely with Rainbow Dash's rainbow mane. Numerous deep cuts peppered her neck and face. Dash then abruptly turned her head away and emptied her stomach's contents.
"I gotta get you to the doctor!" yelled Soarin scooping up Dash I his forhooves. "Please, Celestia, don't let this be really happening.."
Spike entered Twilight's room. It was early morning and the sun had just risen.
"Yes, Spike?" answered Twilight. She was still in bed.
"Can you... uh... you know," mumbled Spike.
Twilight smiled sadley. This happened often. At first it was unsettling, but Twilight understood.
Twilight lifted her sheets and Spike crawled into bed next to her. Twilight felt Spike's rubbery spines pressed up against her belly as she held him. She heard a soft sobbing.
"Shh... It's alright," whispered Twilight, "I'm here. Big sis is here."
Spike held his tail like a child did a blanket. He was still devastated about Rarity. It struck Twilight as to how young Spike really was inside. Still a child. Spike sniffled and wiped his eyes.
"Can I go visit Rarity again?" he asked.
"You want to go alone?" asked Twilight.
"Yeah," replied Spike, "I just need to get my bag. I can go myself."
Spike had a pack on his back and was standing at the door.
"You ready?" asked Twilight.
"Uh huh!" said Spike.
"Say hi to Rarity for me," said Twilight.
Spike promised that he would give Rarity her good wishes and left through the door.
Twilight stood in the library alone. She didn't pay attention as to how long. It could have been few minutes or a few hours. Why hadn't she gone with Spike? She wanted to see Rarity too, but with Spike?.. No. Spike needed it more.
Knock Knock Knock
"The door's unlocked, Fluttershy!" called Twilight.
"Oh, okay," Fluttershy said as she entered the library, "How are you, Twilight?"
"Oh, fine I guess," mumbled Twilight, "I sent Spike off to Canterlot to visit Rarity."
"Uhm... I'm sorry but," interrupted Fluttershy, "Something happened."
"What?" asked Twilight.
"Well, I just found out this morning so-"
"Fluttershy. What happened?"
Soarin was sitting next to a stark white bed that was booked off to the public by even whiter curtains. He was in the hospital in Ponyville next to Rainbow Dash. She was sleeping peacefully on a hospital bed. There were thick bandages around her head and legs. Dash's bright colors contrasted vividly from the white sheets. Soarin was worried sick. Rainbow was drunk, cut up, delusional, and sick when he found her the previous night. She was obviously traumatized because she kept mentioning Pink-
"I came as soon as I heard,"
Soarin turned to see Twilight. She entered through the curtains and sat down next to him.
"Is she alright?" asked Twilight.
"Yeah, she's fine," answered Soarin. He didn't really know Twilight too well, but she was a friend of Rainbow Dash's, so he felt comfortable.
"What happened?" asked Twilight, "Was it the drinking?"
"Yep," sighed Soarin, "I dunno... It's just hard for her to stop I guess."
"It just breaks my heart to see her like this,"
Soaring unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out a small hip flask. He unscrewed it and sipped. Twilight eyed it disapprovingly.
"Oh, sorry," said Soarin, "Force of habit... Y' know. Stress."
"And you're not going to share?" asked Twilight.
Twilight whisked the flask from Soarin's hooves and took a long sip. She handed it back.
"Everything's turned for the worst after Pinkie... you know..."
Soarin watched Twilight. She didn't seem right. Something seemed... Off.
"Is everything okay?" asked Soarin, "You look sick."
"It's just something I saw in my mirror the other day," answered Twilight. From the tone of her voice, Soarin could tell she had been holding it in. "I... I saw my friend Pinkie Pie in my mirror,"
Twilight didn't look at him. She just stared blankly at Rainbow Dash.
"She was... in my mirror," continued Twilight, "I don't know if I was delusional or desperate, but I SAW her..."
"You know," Soarin said, "Dash was talkin' about Pinkie Pie being in her mirror, too."
Twilight looked at him.
"She told me that Pinkie made her laugh," continued Soarin, "Dash broke the mirror and... well here she is."
"Wait," said Twilight, "Rainbow Dash saw Pinkie Pie?"
"I dunno," answered Soarin. He was shaking his head slowly. "I don't know if it was the alcohol or what. She just seemed really spooked."
"Applejack," said Twilight.
"Uh," stuttered Soarin, "What?"
"Applejack saw Pinkie Pie, too..." Twilight thought hard. "I gotta go."
"I hope Twilight isn't too worried..."
Fluttershy was trotting along the streets of Ponyville. She had just delivered the message about Rainbow Dash to Twilight and was making her way back home.
Despite the gloomy emotion that hung around the town, it was still a warm sunny day. The birds were out chirping and the bees were out buzzing. It almost seemed to mock Fluttershy and her friends. Fluttershy couldn't help but feel a slight bit elated, though. The animals that roamed the area seemed healthy and thriving. It was all thanks to Fluttershy and her care. No matter how sad she was, Fluttershy always found peace when she was with the birds and nature.
As the distance between Fluttershy and her cottage grew shorter, the landscape became more and more empty. The birds in the sky were suddenly gone, the sky grew grayer, and the sounds of nature were slowly drowned out. Naturally, Fluttershy grew worried. Had something scared the nature away? But then, Fluttershy tripped over something. She lifted herself from the ground and dusted herself off.
"Fluttershy, you klutz..." she mumbled. As she straightened her wings, Fluttershy smelled something in the air. She wrinkled her nose at the scent. It was something putrid and rotting. Slowly, Fluttershy turned around.
If a tree falls and nopony is around to hear it, does it make a sound? What if a pony screams and nopony is around, does she still make a noise?
Fluttershy screamed. Given, it probably wasn't a very loud scream. In front of her lay a dead chicken. Flies were buzzing around it and on its neck was a large grotesque bite. It was soaked in its own red and, in the midday heat, was starting to rot. Not paying any attention to the road ahead, Fluttershy had walked right into it.
Reluctantly, Fluttershy examined the corpse closer. The bite. Something wild must have done it.
"I have to get home..." said Fluttershy.
She wasn't thinking about her safety. She was thinking about her animals.
Fluttershy turned on her heels and sprinted home. The road ahead was littered with dark heaps, each swarming with a cloud of flies. Birds lay on the ground, their legs pointing upwards. Fish were floating belly up in the ponds. Fluttershy was crying silent tears, each dead animal leaving a mark in the back of her mind. The smell was excruciating. Fluttershy's stomach churned as she thought about her home.
"Nonononononono," she sobbed, "Please no..."
After what seemed like forever, Fluttershy reached her house. It was eerily quiet. No sounds, no movement. Nothing. Fluttershy crept up to the door and pressed her ear against it. There was... something in the house. Fluttershy opened the door and entered. The floor was moist and a sickly smell hung in the air.
Red. All she saw was red. The walls, the furniture, the floor, everything was red. All Fluttershy could do was whimper. She stood there with her eyes shut.
"Happy place..." she whispered to herself, "H-happy place...."
Fluttershy heard the gentle 'drip-drip' as whatever was coating the walls dribbled from the ceiling. She could smell a strong irony scent thick in the air. Fluttershy knew what it was. She just didn't want to believe it. She stood there for a very long time.
"Oh, hi, Fluttershy!"
Fluttershy almost opened her eyes. For a second, she had just heard Pinkie Pie.
"Glad you could drop by!" continued the voice, "I was gonna wait for you, but I got bored!"
"Pinkie?.." asked Fluttershy, "I-is that you?"
Fluttershy opened her eyes.
In front of her sat Pinkie Pie. Her eyes were black as pits and she was covered in blood. Pinkie just sat there and smiled.
"Surpriiiiiiiiiiiiiise!" she hissed.
"Wh-what-" gulped Fluttershy. She looked around. Again Fluttershy saw blood smeared across the walls and ceiling. There were piles and heaps of furry bodies littering the corners of the room.
"What did I do?" asked Pinkie Pie giggling, "Or what am I doing here?"
Fluttershy didn't answer.
"Do you remember why I died?" asked Pinkie.
"Y-yes..." squeaked Fluttershy. She couldn't run. The fear of Pinkie Pie's stare was petrifying.
"I'll bet you do..." growled Pinkie Pie, "I was trying to save Rarity, right? But you didn't believe me, right? And I DIED."
"Right?!" roared Pinkie, "All I did was give and sacrifice, and all you do is huddle up next to your dear ol' Twilight..."
"What? No, I-"
"SHUT UP!" bellowed Pinkie.
She swung her hoof sideways at Fluttershy. As Fluttershy recoiled, a lock of pink hair fell lightly into a small red puddle. Pinkie Pie held up her knife.
"See this?" she asked, "See this? This was in MY neck."
Pinkie stepped forward and pressed it against Fluttershy's throat.
"And how I'd love to stick it in yours..." she whispered, "But I'm not going to kill you. No. That wouldn't be as much fun."
Pinkie Pie pulled away. Fluttershy exhaled.
"As you can clearly see," said Pinkie Pie. She had her usual playful voice in her throat. "I did some redecorating! I repainted your walls and stuff!" Pinkie turned to see Fluttershy. Silent tears of horror and panic filled her eyes and started to stream down her face.
"And look!" cried Pinkie Pie, "I even prepared a snack!"
Pinkie pulled out a large silver platter. It was covered in an assortment of different meats. There were bloody slices, raw drum sticks, bloody heads, eyes, and tongues. Fluttershy vomited on the floor.
"Oh well!" chimed Pinkie Pie, "More for me!"
Fluttershy looked up just in time to see Pinkie pop a boney piece of flesh into her mouth and chew. The sound of crunching bone echoed throughout the house. Fluttershy heaved again.
"Mmmm!" sighed Pinkie as she chewed, "That's some good eats!"
"Stop.." Fluttershy whimpered, "Just stop..."
Fluttershy fell to the bloody floor and huddled up in a pile. She was trembling and her coat was slowly soaking up the cold blood from the floor.
"Why?" asked Pinkie Pie, "You didn't help me stop Rarity. Element of kindness. Puh." Pinkie spat on the floor.
Fluttershy wasn't listening. She was rocking back and forth on the floor, rolling around in the red.
"Hush now quiet now..."
"Aw geez don't start singing..." said Pinkie, "You're always so weak."
Pinkie Pie watched Fluttershy's trembling form. She smiled wickedly as she watched. Pinkie knew that Fluttershy only had her little pets as company. What if Pinkie had just taken them away? That would destroy Fluttershy. And it did.
"Do you remember your little rat called Angel?" asked Pinkie.
At the sound of his name, Fluttershy looked up at Pinkie Pie.
"You should have heard his crying when I bit him," said Pinkie Pie. Her eyelids were half-closed as if remembering a fond memory. "Oh, I saw it in his eyes. All he wanted was his mama!"
Pinkie Pie gave a high pitched squeak and scream then laughed. She laughed so hard she fell back into a large puddle of blood. Pinkie Pie rolled around in it and splashed Fluttershy.
"Oh I forgot to show you!" piped up Pinkie, "I wanted to show you my paintbrush I used!"
From somewhere behind her, Pinkie Pie pulled out a white rabbit's head and dangled it in front of Fluttershy's face.
"Welcome to Canterlot Asylum,"
Spike entered the lobby of the shiny asylum. He walked up to the front desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the pony at the desk.
"I'm here to visit," said Spike.
"Of course," said the pony, "Right this way."
She led Spike through a set of heavy double doors. They entered a hallway, each side of it holding a patient in a cell behind a glass wall. The two walked down the long hallway until they reached the correct cell.
"I'll leave you alone now," said the pony.
"Thanks," replied Spike.
Spike sat down heavily in front of the cell. He looked through the glass and sighed.
Twilight had just entered the hospital room. She saw Applejack lying on her stomach on a bed. There were bandages wrapped around both of her flanks, each smelling strongly of ointment.
"Howdy, Twi," replied Applejack.
"I was just visiting Rainbow Dash," said Twilight, "How are the burns?"
Applejack shifted her weight.
"Ah, they still hurt," answered Applejack, "But 'nough 'bout me, how's everyone else?"
"Dash is doing okay, but I'm still worried," said Twilight, "It was something she said to Soarin that's got me worked up."
"What is it?" asked Applejack.
"He said Rainbow saw Pinkie Pie in her bathroom mirror!" said Twilight, "But that's impossible, right?"
Applejack suddenly looked fearful. She gulped loudly.
"Ah dunno, Twi," she said slowly, "Ah dunno if it's a coincidence or not, but Pinkie Pie did this to me."
Applejack tilted her head towards her burns.
"An' right before she did this," continued Applejack, "Ah saw her in mah bathroom mirror, too."
Twilight looked horrified. The fact that Pinkie showed up in her, Applejack's, and Rainbow Dash's mirrors weren't just fortuitous events. Pinkie was haunting them. One by one. Twilight thought hard. She mentally counted off. First it was Applejack then Rainbow Dash then..
"Fluttershy," whispered Twilight.
"Hm?" asked Applejack.
"Pinkie Pie's going after Fluttershy next," gasped Twilight, "I have to warn her!"
Twilight's horn suddenly started to glow. And with a final CRACK of magic, she disappeared from the hospital.
Twilight reappeared in front of Fluttershy's cottage. It was quiet and a rotting smell lingered in the air. From the cottage, Twilight could hear the loud screams and sobs of Fluttershy. She dashed to the door and smashed it open using her magic. The door became unhinged and flew across the room. It took a second for Twilight to register what was happening. Fluttershy was trembling in a pool of cold, coagulating blood. Pinkie Pie looked almost skeletal as she hovered over Fluttershy swinging a rabbit's head over her.
"Look!" piped up Pinkie, "Look at the expression on his face! Look! I said LOOK AT IT!"
"NO!" screamed Fluttershy, "STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"
Pinkie Pie looked up. Twilight was standing in the doorway.
"Oh, hi Twilight!" chirruped Pinkie Pie, "I wasn't going to meet you until later but this is fine, too!" Pinkie held up the platter of meat, "Cold cut?"
"L-leave her alone!" shouted Twilight. She grimaced as she heard her own voice shake.
"What?" asked Pinkie, "No way! This is way too much fu-"
Twilight sent a blast of magic towards Pinkie. It knocked Pinkie off her hooves and sent her into the wall behind her. She got up and looked at Twilight. Pinkie's black eyes were filled with rage.
Pinkie Pie roared and pounced on Twilight. In one hoof she grabbed Twilight's horn and pinned her to the floor. Pinkie's grip was so firm and painful; Twilight couldn't bring herself to cast even the smallest of spells. Pinkie Pie drew her knife and swung it downwards to Twilight. Twilight brought her hooves up and caught the knife by Pinkie's wrist. The blade was quivering an inch from Twilight's left eye.
"YOU'RE. NOT. GOING. TO. RUIN. MY. FUN." screamed Pinkie Pie through clenched teeth, "I'M GOING TO DESTROY ALL OF YOU."
The knife slowly drew closer to Twilight's face.
"N-no!" gasped Twilight. Her arms were starting to shake from fear and exertion.
"Yes!" yelled Pinkie, "And if I have to kill you to get to Rarity, I'll do it! And no one can stop me!" She gestured to Fluttershy's huddled form. "I've already killed Fluttershy's mind. She won't help you!"
Pinkie Pie pressed down harder on the knife. Twilight could feel its tip brush her eyelashes.
"And once I'm done with all of you," whispered Pinkie Pie, "I'll murder Rarity. Just like she did to me." Pinkie smiled. "And I promise."
"S-stop!" screamed Twilight. Her arms were going to give at any moment. Pinkie just stared down at her.
"I'll kill Rarity," she whispered, "Cross my heart..."
The knife grew closer to Twilight's eye.
"Hope to die..."
"Stick a cupcake in. My. EYE!"
At the last word, Pinkie Pie drove the knife's tip into Twilight's left eye. Twilight screamed and screamed as the knife slowly plunged deeper and deeper. It felt white hot. A thin line of blood sprayed out and spattered Pinkie's face. Twilight shrieked and tried to push Pinkie Pie away. Pinkie just smiled and pushed the knife slowly deeper into Twilight's head, savoring every second. Twilight couldn't take it. She was going to die. The pain was too much. Make it stop. Make it stop.
And suddenly, the pressure was gone. Weakly, Twilight opened her eyes. Her left side of vision was completely black. With her last working eye, Twilight looked around. She was still on her back and instead of Pinkie Pie standing over her there was Fluttershy. Twilight turned her head and saw Pinkie Pie getting up from the ground from the other side of the room. Fluttershy had come to Twilight's rescue and kicked Pinkie away.
Pinkie Pie got up. From what Twilight could still see from her one eye, Pinkie's jaw was bent and twisted at an odd angle.
"Leave. Her. ALONE." panted Fluttershy, "You can harm me, but if you ever touch Twilight..."
Pinkie Pie gurgled a wet giggle. She placed her forehooves on each side of her detached jaw, twisted, and with a sickening snap, moved it back to its proper place.
"Aw... How sweet..." cooed Pinkie Pie, "It's so cute I might throw up!"
Fluttershy just stood over Twilight. She wasn't going to leave Twilight alone. Twilight reached up and felt her face. It was moist and warm. Her hoof reached her punctured eye. At the touch, Twilight grunted in agony. She gnashed her teeth as she felt the warm blood trickle from her socket. The pain made it feel as if her head was bashed in with a hammer.
Still struggling with the agonizing pain, Twilight opened her eyes again. Fluttershy was in the distance. Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be seen.
"A whole day sober!"
Rainbow Dash was sitting in a chair next to Applejack's hospital bed.
"Heh," chuckled Applejack, "New record?"
Rainbow Dash raised her forearms and pumped them. She was still covered in bandages from the deep cuts she had received from the glass.
"Uh huh," she replied, "I beat you in recovery!"
"Hey," grunted Applejack, "Ah got pressed with a brandin' iron! You try an' trot around after something' like that!"
The two mares sat in silence. Rainbow Dash fidgeted in her chair and Applejack was still lying on her stomach in bed.
"Y'now," started Applejack, "You had me real worried when they brought you in."
Rainbow Dash looked up.
"Ah hated it when you started drinkin'," continued Applejack, "It broke mah heart whenever ah saw you passed out or so drunk you couldn't stand up straight."
A tear fell from Applejack's eye.
"Jus' promise me you won't do this again,"
"I promise," said Rainbow Dash quietly. She looked solemnly at Applejack. "I hate what Pinkie Pie is doing to us..."
"But can you blame her?" asked Applejack, "Is it really her fault?"
Again, the two sat in silence. In each mind, a torrent of unwelcome memories flooded back just for the briefest of seconds. The six friends didn't listen to Pinkie Pie. They shrugged her off as a joke. And because they did so, Pinkie Pie ended up being murdered. If that didn't call for revenge, what else did?
"LET ME GO!"
Both Rainbow Dash and Applejack looked up. Outside of Applejack's hospital room there was a raucous commotion.
"Please ma'am!" yelled a nurse's voice, "Stop resisting!"
"Twilight, please stop!" called Fluttershy.
"NO!" came Twilight's voice again, "LET ME GO! I HAVE TO SAVE HER!"
"What in the hay?..." said Applejack.
"Hang on," said Rainbow Dash getting up, "I'll see what's happening.
Rainbow Dash left the room and entered the hallway. She saw Twilight tied down to a hospital bed. She was wrapped up in a white straight jacket and there was a small clamp around her horn. Twilight was trashing against her restraints. It took three nurses and two male ponies to hold her down. Rainbow Dash saw a red patch over Twilight's left eye. Fluttershy was on the sidelines, watching hopelessly at Twilight's resistance. From what Rainbow Dash could see, Fluttershy was coated in blood.
"F-Fluttershy?" called Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy looked over, galloped to Rainbow Dash, and held her tight.
"It was terrible..." moaned Fluttershy, "Pinkie Pie... She... Knife... Twilight's eye!..."
Rainbow Dash cringed. The smell of iron and dried blood was thick on Fluttershy.
"NO NO NO!" yelled Twilight again, "I NEED TO GET TO HER! RARITY! I NEED TO SAVE RARITY!"
Continued in Part. 2