The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

The next four days are uneventful. You’ve hoped to get some reading done, but you’ve found that lounging about outside was a more relaxing way to spend your time. Of course, you’ve conducted experiments on important matters like the wind speed under a cloud vs. wind speed under clear sky just to pre-occupy yourself.

During your tea-time with Rarity and Pinkie Pie, however (in the library), you receive an unexpected letter from the mail mare.

“I brought you a letter!” the blonde, pegasus mare cheers.

“Thank you, Derpy.” You reply, levitating the letter into the building. You immediately notice the Canterlot Seal of Authentication. Usually, these letters are delivered via Spike, so you can only assume that this is regarding those tests.

“What is it!?” Pinkie asks gleefully.

“Something important.” You remark, worriedly.

You remove the seal carefully, hearing every sound it makes as it leaves from the parchment. Your anxiety must be heightening your senses. You levitate the letter to eye level, and begin to read aloud.

Twilight,

I am highly disappointed in you. To think that you, of all ponies, would disrespect me in such a languid manner. When I heard that you didn’t attend the tests, I felt hurt. Betrayed, even. I’ve let you slack off for such a long time, and now I ask that you do a favor for me, and you stab me in the back. Brush me off like dust on a horseshoe. Well I have news for you, Twilight Sparkle. There’s a highly capable student named Trixie who is ready AND WILLING to take your place. She’s been waiting for a reply for quite a while. She came down to take the tests, and she’s doing a fine job.

I regret to inform you, and this will be much harder on me than it will be on you, but you are no longer going to be studying under my wing. I am so sorry, but I just could not have such slacking from my star pupil. You will still be my faithful subject, and a good friend.

Your Princess, Celestia

Your heart stops. You look up from the paper to stare into space. Pinkie and Rarity understand what’s going on, and try their best to console you.

“I’m so sorry, Twilight…” Rarity’s consolation fails, and you’re probably going to disown her as a friend soon.

“Cheer up, Twilight!” Pinkie begins with unnecessary pep, already upsetting you, “maybe you’ll find a better tea-”

You levitate Pinkie into the air in blind rage. Without any hesitation, you slam her down onto the table, breaking your tea set, and splashing hot tea into the air. The sound of glass shattering fills the room, along with a feeling so tense, it’s suffocating.

“Say it!” You yell, losing all control of yourself. “Say it! Say it, Pinkie! Say it! I’d love to hear you say it!”

Pinkie, who is covered in glass shards and steaming hot tea, shudders. “A better teacher…” she finally manages to say in a shy manner.

You slam Pinkie into the table, breaking it asunder. Wood splinters fling every which way across the room. You slam Pinkie 3 more times onto the wreckage and chuck her body into a bookshelf, knocking its contents out and onto Pinkie’s body.

Pinkie coughs and spits out blood after she emerges from the avalanche of books. She then begins to sob in such a depressing way, you come to your senses. Rarity stood by and watched the whole thing, too shocked to do anything. Spike came in to see what's going on.

You look at Pinkie who is crying more than you’d seen anypony cry in the longest time. Her sobs are interrupted by sickly coughs. You assume you’ve collapsed her lung.

Spike runs over to Pinkie and attempts to give her aid. “What happened?!” He yells as he tries to remove all the books from Pinkie’s body.

You have to take Pinkie to the hospital. You leap over the broken table and levitate Pinkie from the book pile. She begins to writhe in fear, and whimper, trying to escape.

“Put me down!” She chokes. “I’m sorry! Please, no more!”

You’re crying, and muddling apologies to yourself. You storm out of the house, leaving a frozen Rarity and a concerned Spike behind. You make it halfway towards the hospital when your mind clears up just enough to remember that you could teleport there.

On that thought, you check Pinkie, only to find that she isn’t breathing. Blood oozes out from her mouth. You quickly teleport Pinkie to the emergency room, hoping it isn’t too late.

“HELP! HELP!” You cry, catching the attention of every eye in the room.

Quickly, a team of professionals whisks Pinkie away to another room. You try to follow, but you’re stopped at the doorway by a nurse. The door shuts in your face.

You’ve been waiting for good news on Pinkie for the last 3 hours. You’re tired, but can’t seem to fall asleep. You don’t think you’ll be sleeping after your tantrum. Pinkie got seriously hurt due to your reckless outburst.

“Ma’am…” A stallion walks out from the room, causing you to jump up out of your seat. He sighs, and searches his mind for words.

“We were hoping that her only major injury was the collapsed lung, but…upon entering her body, we discovered extensive internal damage…” You stare at the doctor wildly, not catching the hint. He sighs once more. “She didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”

“She’s dead.” You say a crack in your voice. “That’s all you have to say. No need to sugarcoat what I’ve…”

Sugarcoat. That’s what set off all the tears. One of your closest friends is dead due to some stupid tantrum you had. She died in fear of you. She never heard you say sorry. You don’t care if Celestia never teaches you again.

You just want to have Pinkie back,

and that’s how you’re going to feel for the rest of your life.

BAD END

Dammit! DAMMIT! NOOOOOO!! Re-do!

This story blows.