The Oblivion Organization

Pinkie was alone in Sugar Cube Corner.  She looked at Dashie’s hollow corpse with a slight smile of satisfaction.  These cupcakes are going to be great, she thought.  She walked over to her mirror and analyzed herself.  She was covered in Dashie’s blood and a couple of feathers were sticker to her here and there. Her hair was straight, she liked it that way.

She licked some blood from around her lips and shivered in pleasure. I REALLY need to try this more often.  She smiled fiercely; These cupcakes are going to be REALLY good.   She licked more blood from her hooves when she heard a commotion upstairs.

“Find her, grab her, and throw her in the truck.  In and out, let’s go!”

She grabbed her scalpel with her teeth and attached a brace to each hoof.  Each brace hugged her hooves and was equipped with a retractable blade.  This would allow her to attack with her forelegs, allowing more mobility.

She ran for the stairs and as she reached the base of them, the basement door was thrown open and the silhouette of a pony was all she saw.  Before she could react, she felt something hit her chest and pierce her skin.  She felt electricity course through her body, but she did not stop.  She reared her head and launched the scalpel at where she though the neck would be.   She was right as she saw the silhouette fall and tumble down the stairs.  She jumped over the obstacle, seeing a glimpse of her attacker for the first time.

Her eyes shot open as she saw the rainbow colored mane tumble into the darkness.

She landed at the top of the stairs with a soft thud.  She glanced behind her, but she couldn’t see the pony, only the trail of blood that led to it.

Pinkie turned to see three ponies this time.   There was a flash so she couldn’t take in who they were or if they were armed.  She lunged toward where she last saw the closest pony and swung her right hoof, making contact with a swift cut.  She swing multiple times, hitting the pony with five more swift blows.  She knew her victim was dead when she heard the body hit the floor.

Her eyes began to adjust and she found the source of the immense light and initial flash.  There were three different beams, focused on her eyes.  She ran towards the closest one, intent to destroy it, but she was interrupted as a kick from an unknown source landed on her left side and she hit the floor hard.  Multiple hooves held her down.  She was strong, but she wasn’t strong enough to break free of her assailants’ grip.

A sharp pinch entered her flank, and she quickly began to lose consciousness.  Before she was out, she heard one last thing;  Rainbow Dash’s laughter.

Meanwhile…

Fluttershy pulled her cleaver out of her latest victim.  She dragged the body into her shed and opened a secret door in the floor, towards the back.  This led to her underground torture chamber…and the incinerator.

She approached the incinerator and, with practiced ease, opened the hatch, threw the lifeless husk that used to be a pony in, and turned three different knobs.  They controlled the gas emissions, temperature, and flame level separately.

She stepped back and watched the body burn with an indifferent expression.  She felt no remorse for what she had done.  The only thing she ever felt when killing was the rush, the rage, and the relief.  One thing; however, scared her.  That was the possibility of her friends finding out about what she has been doing.  She cared for her friends and would never hurt them.  She loved them (some she loved more than she ought to) and feared being disowned by them.  Not to mention the inevitable exile to the moon for her crimes.

She walked back upstairs, thinking about what to do next.  She thought about killing again, she REALLY liked killing, but she already reached her monthly quota. Eh, I can do one more.  What will it hurt? She smirked, It would hurt the pony, of course,  she mused.  She even began to chuckle.

She reached the shed and removed the brace she had made for her cleaver.  It was made for a pony to put on his/her hoof.  Originally, it had a blade on it, but she broke it off and attached her own weapon of choice to it instead.  Her cleaver.  It made chopping much more convenient.  She did wonder, though, why it was laying on the ground near Sugar Cube Corner.  An object of that nature, does not belong in a place like that.

Right as she was about to open the shed door, she heard a voice.

“The first one was the one we really had to worry about.  This one should be easy.”

The voice was familiar…but Fluttershy couldn’t put a hoof on it. Could it possibly be- her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice.

“You four, look in the house.  You six, surround the shed with your weapons ready.  The rest, you’re coming with me.”

Fluttershy’s ears perked up at hearing this information. They’re looking for me…plus they’re armed…hmmmm... She decided to take her brace, put it on, and wrap a bandage around it, feigning a wound and concealing her weapon.

She slowly opened the door, the bandaged hoof raised to seem like she was babying it.  She walked out and saw something she couldn’t believe.

There were Rainbow Dashes everywhere, all fixated on her  They wore black suits with Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark as an emblem that stood out on their chest.

There was one who seemed to stand out among the rest.  Fluttershy quickly realized that this was because she bore a scar that ran from the top left portion of her forehead, behind an eye patch that covered her left eye, and ending at the base of her muzzle.  She smiled at Fluttershy; an evil sadistic smile that would commonly appear on her own face when she was about to deal the finishing blow to one of her victims.

In a moment, they were upon her, but Fluttershy was quicker than they expected.  She flew up and tore bandage from her hoof with her teeth.  She flew back, anticipating one of them to pursue her.  Her guess was right and she swung her right foreleg, slicing one of the many Rainbow Dashes in the throat.  She watched as the body fell on another clone of Dashie.

They all flew at her at once.  She swung her foreleg, killing another one of them before they grabbed her and pinned her to the ground next to two dead Dashies clones.  The one with the scar approached her with a sword in her hoof, and cut her cheek.  She flinched, and felt the warm blood trickle down her face.  She saw the scarred clone smile, lean over, and lick some blood from her face.  The clone swallowed the blood and gave Fluttershy an eerie look.

The scarred clone then took a needle and stabbed Flutteshy’s flank.  Fluttershy spit in her face and received another cut across the opposite cheek.  She began to feel woozy, but managed to hear the clone with the scar say something.

“I know you can hear me.  Just so you know, we are aware of what you have done.  Which-“

The pony’s sentence was interrupted by a wall of oblivion.