When The Past Is A Present (You'd Like To Return)

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU MONSTER!?”

Pinkie flinched back from her father’s words, sobbing. “I-I didn’t m-“ She was cut off as her father smacked her harder than ever, making her fall to the floor. Her mother stood, watching, too afraid to do something. More proof of the power of fear.

“YOU DON’T FUCKING INTERUPT ME, YOU BASTARD OF A CHILD! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER.” Pinkie gasped in pain as he picked her up by her hair, tugging at her scalp. She was half limp, dragging against the floor. Anytime she tried to stand, she received another hard slap. Being smacked hurt worse, now that she was being suspended by her mane. Her father looked at his wife. “Go to bed, Victoria. Pinkamena here is going to learn where BAD ponies go.”

Victoria stood shaking, tears rolling down her eyes. “C-Clyde, t-think about this…”

“NO VICTORIA!” She flinched back, careful not to make any noise. “This is it, Victoria! I’m taking her to the shed!” Clyde roughly tugged Pinkie along, making her gasp in pain as he back ran across rocks on the way outside. She felt her back torn by the rocks, spilling her blood on the ground. She watched as the grey, cold landscape began to turn that glorious color of blood. She felt… hungry.

Her father dragged her to the shed where he kept his tools and threw her inside. She hit the back wall, a few hammers and nails and things falling around her. “STAY IN HERE… You filthy child…” He slammed the door, and Pinkie was plunged into the darkness.

Diane shook slightly, listening to the silence… and the voices that spoke in the quiet. Diane…. Diane, what have you done?... Now Daddy will make you pay… pay with your blood, Diane… Pay with your red, tasty, warm blood… Make Daddy happy… Diane closed her eyes for a minute… Just a minute to collect her thoughts.

Diane… Pay in blood, Diane… Diane… Diane…

“Diane~”

Pinkie opened her eyes in shock. H-her sisters voice… That was her sisters voice. “I-Inkie?!” Her voice cracked with emotion as she stood quickly. She turned to the window, too small to escape out of. And there, standing in the moonlight, was the broken, bleeding form of her sister, Inkie. “I-Inkie?! I-I killed you… H-how…”

Inkie smiled, putting a bloody hoof to the window. Pinkie saw the blood smear down the window… She was real… “Pink-a-me-na… I came Ba-ack… I came home to free you~”

Pinkie was swaying… she felt… blood. She licked her lips. Her nose was bleeding. How strange. She licked her lips again, savoring that sweet sweet taste. Blood was her domain… and her sister was covered in it. Her sister had come back for her master… her puppeteer. Pinkie grinned. “Inkie… let’s visit Daddy…”

You know- “What to do-“ –sister~ Diane shook her head, the voices and her sister fading together into one. She felt so light headed… she giggled. She was Mad. It’s time- “To show them how much-“ you love them~

Diane laughed as the window shattered. She saw her sisters hoof bleeding, having smashed through the window for her. The real Diane saw, however, that it was the young Pinkies hoof that was bleeding. There was no Inkie. She was entirely insane. The young Pinkie crawled out of the window, getting glass flecks imprinted into her fur. Diane shut her eyes, unwilling to see her own past once more.

The small Pinkie, the little 11 year old filly, was insane. She saw her sister leading her to her parents room. She walked into the house in secret, able to walk stealthily. She overheard her parents speaking… and an ax being sharpened. “P-please, dear,” she heard her mother say. “D-don’t you think you’re being drastic?...”

“Go back to bed, bitch of a woman. This is for the good of the family…” Victoria nodded and backed away, unwilling to speak out against this man.

Pinkie heard the blade stop. She heard the ax being waved through the air, being tested out. She slowly walked back to the shed, thinking. Her father was going to kill her with that ax… for the good of the family… She giggled. “What family?~”

She unlocked the door once more and walked inside. She picked up the closest tool… a chainsaw. It wasn’t very hard to carry. It felt wonderful in her hooves. A machine she could use to get to that wonderful… WONDERFUL BLOOD! She laughed, feeling the power she held in her hooves.

She waited… and he came. The door opened inward… he never saw her in wait. He walked in, the ax by his side. His eyes widened as he thought Diane had escaped… and that’s when the chainsaw roared to life.

“You’re it, Daddy~” She giggled as she brought down the chainsaw, the voices and her sister cheering her on. She felt the chainsaw connect with her father’s neck, tugging at his skin roughly. He screamed in pain, dropping the ax. She pushed down further, her eyes wide with her lust for blood. Her father’s blood splattered against her face, and she licked it up happily. Like milk for a puppy, she thought. She kept pushing the chainsaw the furthest it would go, until finally her father’s head rolled away, leaving a trail of blood from where it rolled.

Pinkie dropped the chainsaw, looking at the carnage she had caused. The body was lying on the floor… The head had rolled far away. All the air smelled like blood… just the scent of it made Diane shiver in pleasure. So much blood… so much red~

“P-Pinkie…”

Dianes eyes widened as she turned, seeing her mother’s shocked face. Her mother was taking in the bloody form of her smiling daughter. “M-mom, I-i…”

Her mother smiled brightly. “Oh, my darling daughter… you killed that son of a bitch… I couldn’t be prouder.” Her mother reached down and hugged her tightly.

Pinkie stood in shock. Her mother… hugged her?... She remembered hugs… she used to get them, as a small child, before her father had come home. She gingerly wrapped her hooves around her mother and hugged her lightly, smiling. She… liked this. She licked her lips, and her mother saw her face of delight. “Oh? Do you like that taste, my lovely child?” Pinkie nodded, happy to finally have somepony to talk to… Somepony to love her. “Well then… let’s get to baking~”

~*~*~*~*~

“We’ve got bleeding!” Nurses ran in and out of Dianes room, all of their faces signs of alarm. Avalon sat in slight fear, being held by her husband. He held her comfortingly, trying to calm her down. Obreon was at home, looking after their children. Avalon watched the different nurses running frantically into the room, scared for her mother.

“She will be fine, Avi~” Avalon nodded and snuggled up to her husband, grateful to have him there to help her.

They could only sit and watch. Sit, watch… and wait.

A nurse came up to Avalon, Nurse Red Heart. “Avalon, we’ve stopped the bleeding for now. We… honestly don’t know what caused it.”

“W-what was bleeding,” she asked, worried.

“It started with her nose, and it got into her mouth. If we hadn’t gotten to her in time, she would have drowned in her own blood.” Avalon shivered, thinking of how close to death her mother had just come. “She’ll be fine for now. We’ll be keeping constant watch over her.”

Avalon was soon permitted to check in on her mother. She laid a hoof on her mothers, watching her. Pinkie seemed pale… Avalon guessed that was from the lack of sunlight. After this, her mother would have to get out more. Maybe a few walks with Avi and Bristle would help.

Bristle held his wife still, always there for her. Avalon sighed. “Please mum… You gotta wake up… this is killing you…” Bristle continued to hold her, eventually taking her home with him. Avalon was unwilling to go, but that was the way it always was.

Diane was always left to die alone.