There was once upon a time, in another place
There was an evil girl who no pony dared face,
And this girl was so mean,
A tiny little princess of only age sixteen!
“Court is now in session," the judge announces using a strong, deep voice.
Those were the first words that I can remember hearing in court. It was your typical martial court: high ceilings, red velvet carpet, windows placed perfectly perpendicular to where the witnesses would sit. There were nine jurors, whom four were mares and five were stallions.
As you've notice I am very observant. I am able to see things that the naked eye is not able to see. Thanks to this gift I have the power to deduce situations very swiftly and flawlessly.
But not only that, I also have somewhat of an eidetic memory, thus allowing me to remember things others would forget. This is also a double-edged sword though, as I am cursed to the point that I can not forget. Suddenly the deep voice of the judge penetrated my thoughts.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie, you are here today on charges which I will now read aloud for the jury: thirty counts of first-degree murder, psychologically influencing children to murder, torture, possession of surgical objects without a permit, armed robbery, and cannibalism. How do you plea?"
The judge’s voice projected absolute anger but still managed to seem calm about the situation, as if it wasn't his first case with these types of charges.
Ignoring his words I just stare off into space as I really could not care any less at this point.
"I repeat myself, how do you plea?" The judge asks in a voice louder than before and seemingly a little annoyed.
"Hmm?" I respond.
"How do you plea!" he states with a louder, firmer voice.
The room remained silent for a full minute until I spoke.
"Really judge, I do not like being re-told information I already know, much less about me or my actions," I say with a small smile on my face and seriousness in my voice.
"Obviously judge, I'm guilty. I think everyone in this room knows it. I really do not think it's necessary for you to have to emphasize it," I speak with an irritated voice.
The jury began to look at me with looks of hatred for every word that came out of my mouth. I could see their eyes filled with anger. I relished in it. Their facial expressions are priceless. Not only that but I am.. or was... friends with some of those ponies. In fact, they were the ones who made me laugh. Their faces of pain and sorrow were so beautiful, so full of disappointment and hatred.
I could see the look of sadness and hatred Princess Twilight shot at me.
Applejack's face expressed anger and anguish.
Rarity was indifferent but I could see the pain in her eyes, no pony can hide the pain from me.
Fluttershy did not show up to court. I cause her so much terror that she can’t even look me in the eyes.
My thoughts were once again interrupted by the voice of the judge.
"Pinkie, I am really curious to know, why did you do this? What led you to start killing and torturing innocent ponies without any provocation. Please, tell me," the judge asks with a serious voice full of curiosity. "You really are one of the most interesting and intriguing ponies I have seen in this court and I have to say, I have more than ten years in this job. So please, answer my question," he requests with a more relaxed tone of voice.
The room remained silent for another full minute.
I lifted my face with a small smile that immediately turned into a serious frown.
"First judge, I ask you in the most friendly and gentle way possible not to use that nickname again in my presence. There are only five ponies in the whole of equestria that have the right to call me that,"- at that moment I could feel the eyes of my ex friends staring at me at full attention - ",and I warn you if you dare use that nickname again, I can not ensure the safety of your daughter or son," I reply with a smile growing on my face.
I do not know what happened, and I really do not care, but when I said those words the judge’s face took a form that was very familiar to me. The face of fear, terror and absolute surprise. That face was what each pony did when they knew it was their time to die. A face that will never escape my mind.
"H-How do you know that I have a-a daughter or a son?" he nervously replied with a voice laced with fear.
"Please judge, it is obvious that you have children. The way your garment rests and act on the incredible defensive about this subject gives you away. It seems like you got dressed rather quickly this morning. Maybe you were kept because of somepony needing help in the morning? You look so tired, but not of work. That face of yours is betraying you. It seems tired of small children or foals who cry at night for attention, both hungry and thirsty, and in dire need of love. They are twins aren’t they?” I reveal with an ominous and mystifying tone. A crooked smile seemed to be crawling its way up my features.
"Next is the fact of that cup you have on your desk. It was obviously made by a child with great respect for their loved one. Simply because of its shape and the words that say ‘best dad in the world’ I can then presume it was made by your child. Inside the cup seems to be some objects relating to the sport known as hoofball. Inside I can see a ball, a helmet and the logo of the team of the city Manehattan," I finish with some obscure tones leaking into my voice.
"But the reason I guessed about the twins wasn't that. Oh no, far from that. The real reason is that you have a few half-eaten cupcakes at your desk. Those cupcakes are obviously not from a bakery. Trust me, I can tell. The scent is simply too sweet. Much as though somepony put too much sugar in it. Maybe thinking they can sneak some extra in under their mothers eyes. The decorations on the cupcakes clearly state that it was a childs decision on what to put on the cupcakes. The only type of pony I believe to be able to do that kind of commitment ,since it must have taken many attempts, is one that is not currently employed. Therefore, you must have a housewife,” I declare with that crooked smile reaching its peak upon my face.
"H-H-How do you about my w-wife?" he stammers out. I could sense his voice faltering and fear beginning to take root in his voice.
“Oh come on! It doesn't take a genius to know that your salary is not 5-bits a day! You wife has no need to work. That salary alone is enough to keep your house very well stocked with food and the mortgage paid. She can take the time it takes to care for your beautiful twins without having to worry about money," I respond with a voice full of false happiness and laced with sarcasm.
"Now by the objects I mentioned before I believe that they are maybe .... seven or eight years old?" I mention as I move my hoof left to right as if connecting the dots in front of everypony’s eyes.
The judge's face was struck with a look of horror and his features were trembling with fear for his family. The only sound that came out of his mouth was incoherent babbling until he was able to reign in his emotions.
"Well Miss Pinkamena, apparently what people say about you is true. You really are.... a different pony. The doctors who attempted to diagnose you last week weren't able to explain what kind of disease you have. They said that this wasn't something they had seen before. So this court, for safety, declares you as mentally ill and a danger to society," the judge states while the jury and spectators look at each other nodding their heads and accept these last words.
A smile began to grow on my face, like blowing up a balloon, when I heard those words.
"So by the authority granted to me by Celestia, I sentence you to be institutionalized in the Loveheart Asylum outside Cloudsdale. Here you will be given treatment until you become of age and will then be transported to a maximum security prison where there will be another trial for your case," the judge announces with a resonant and secure voice. He hit the block with the gavel for a resounding thunk stating that the session was over and he has passed his judgment.All this meant for me was that I could finally get out of this madhouse which is called court.
While being escorted to the exit where I expect guards and the ride for the trip to the asylum, my ex friends stop me. They seem disappointed. Not hating me but simply disappointed.
They look at me like they want to speak but can’t come up with the words to do so. Their faces were full of confusion, and tears were sliding down their faces in constant streams.
I stood in front of my friend for another whole minute. The same time Twilight was mumbling things under her breath probably attempting to formulate some form of question.
"Pinkamena, we want to ask a few questions. As friends. Understand?" Twilight requests with a little anxiety in her voice.
"But of course, your majesty! What would Princess Twillight Sparkle like to know?" I reply in a sarcastic sing-song voice.
That awkward silence invaded the room.
"Pinkie, please tell me. Why, why you did this? Why would you do something so horrible to ponies who cared about you? Why Rainbow Dash? Just tell me why, please...,” she trailed off. I could see tears coming out of her eyes with renewed vigor. She was starting to wallow in pure sadness.
A smile began to grow on my face as I approached to embrace Twilight.
"Don't cry Twilight, it never was personal with these ponies. Their numbers came up and nothing more," I soothe her; my smile becoming a full toothy grin.
"Besides, what makes it more special is to have spent their last moments in this shallow world with them.They all have a face of terror at first, but then their faces relax.Their faces relax and you can see their souls leaving them. Reaching for the heavens for the most absolute of freedoms. Freedom from this empty world and endless suffering." I say as I wipe a tear from her cheek.
"Including Rainbow Dash, she was the best. The most pleasent. She even welcomed the freedom into her very body. "
I embrace her in a hug so my mouth is close to her ear, “Also the most delicious at the same time," I whisper to her.
At these words Twilight recoils away from me with a face of fear and roughly shoves me into my escort.
"How dare you! How dare you say you're Pinkie Pie! Pinkie would never do this..." Rarity trails off with eyes of sorrow.
"I will never forgive you for what you did to Applebloom! My poor sister will never recover from the trauma that you put her through!" Applejack screamed into my face with eyes of unbound fury.
“Oh for the love of Celestia! Trauma?! She came to me begging to take care of her! She told me her real sister is too busy to listen to her problems! Too busy to direct her on the right path! So I took her in and started to act as a bigger sister for her. The big sister she never had!” I tell her with a protectful tone in my voice.
"But! She never said she never liked to do that to those ponies. Her love of torture is almost equal to mine. In fact, I might consider her as an heir to my practices. I, the humble master. Her, the eager apprentice. She even already has my recipes memorized and even knows what to use to ensure that the ponies are guided safely to their freedom. For you see, dear Applejack, they must suffer to be allowed to go towards their freedom uninterrupted. Its almost like a way to bypass ‘purgatory’. If they hold out for their suffering and allow their souls to leave their body then they are guaranteed in. They then begin to feel truly alive. They are living their fantasy! No more empty words from ‘friends’ to simply make them feel like they are wanted in this world. No torture while waiting for eons not knowing if they are free or simply forced into madness from loneliness. But instead, simple freedom.” I tell Applejack with another crooked smile on my face. Her attempts at intimidation were mediocre at best.
"You little bucker! How you DARE you speak of mah sister that way!" She runs at me with the intention to attack me.
The second she goes to hit my face, I pull back and grab her arm with my front hooves. I then twist my body and throw her over my shoulder onto the ground in front of me.
"Don't you ever touch me with you filthy hoof again, Understood?" I hiss into her ear. I was then violently pulled off of her and hoofcuffed. The guards then made to leave but Twilight stopped them.
"Still have not answered my question. Why did you did it?” she demands in a voice void of emotion.
"Come closer, Twilight," I say. She acts upon my words, "There is no reason at all," I tell her.
"What!" she exclaims in surprise. Her pupils then began to dilate until they were nothing but small dots lost in a sea of white.
"In fact, I think you should know the truth, now that I consider you a ‘ friend’. There never existed a ‘Pinkie Pie’, it was always me on those adventures! All those laughs, all those smiles, to me were false! Our friendship never existed, well at least for me, so goodbye my ‘friends’! See you all in hell!" I finish with venom in my voice. I could see in their eyes how my voice was painful to them. It penetrated their heads with such power that I could feel their bodies restraining from attacking me again.
"Pinkamena! That is enough! We should go," stated one of the guards.
"Okie dokie lokie! See you later my dearest friends!" I say as if I was their ‘Pinkie Pie’ again. As we leave the hall to head to the transport we end up swarmed with paparazzi and interviewers.
On the steps of the courthouse one of the interviewers stops me, "Miss Pinkamena, Miss Pinkamena. What are your current thoughts about the moment?"
I look straight at the camera and state, “That Equestria should be informed that this is not the end of Pinkamena. Oh no. This is only the beginning of the nightmare that awaits all of you. Better hope you have a lucky number!"
[Please insert evil laugh here]
Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
But the weeds who feel that they want to stay
They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway.
Here I am, sitting in an ambulance with two guards watching my every move. They seem to be attempting to look intimidating, but their shaking legs betray their intent. I feel content, awaiting my new home. Why do I feel content? Shouldn’t I be attempting to escape? Should I at least feel like escaping?
Suddenly the ambulance came to a halt. I stepped out of the ambulance, being forced to take small steps due to the hoofcuffs. ‘This asylum is huge!’ I thought to myself.‘I can see how this could be the best equipped in Equestria, and maybe even the world.’
It was beautiful with its walls made of a myriad of materials. The outer layer of the asylum was glimmering, most likely a force field. Looking up, I see at least five groups of pegasi patrolling the borders of the asylum. They seemed to be armed with rifles mounted to a device on their back. Looking back down to the fenced in courtyard there seems to be ponies playing tennis and basketball. Looking past them there is a cliff that most certainly leads to your death
A guard begins pushing me in the back, forcing me to stumble forwards. Shooting him a glare I continue walking forward. The entrance of the asylum had two massive metallic doors that were easily larger than the princesses’ throne room doors. Two guards saw us approaching and nodded to the escorts, an unspoken command given. They strained to open the two massive doors, eventually getting it open enough for us to enter single file. Inside the first thing that I noticed were guards posted in strategic locations in the lobby. There seems to be no blind spots under their watchful gaze. I followed the guards over to the receptionist, stumbling every few steps.
“We got someone new for you,”said the leading guard in an excited voice.
“Well lets take a look shall we?” I moved closer to her so she could see me better. “Huh. What makes a girl as lovely as yourself end up here of all places?” She questioned with an annoyingly inquisitive tone. I was about to respond when a guard beat me to it.
“Her name is Pinkamina Diane Pie. Better known as the-”
“T-THE C-C-CUPCAKES KILLER!?” the receptionist stuttered, cutting off the guard. Her terror stricken face turning between me and the guard. She began stumbling away from me.
"You wanna talk? I would absolutely love to get to know everypony on a better level,” I responded in a happy, cheery voice.
“N-N-NO! No miss Pinkamina!” she quickly shot out; her voice low and trembling. The guards then began to push me into a nearby hall. “Better watch your back, Katie,” I shouted while being pushed down the hall.
Katie turned to the guard by her desk. “H-How did she know my name?” she asked with a horrified face.
“It’s on your nametag,” the guard said while face-hooving with such force he almost knocked himself out.
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“... and this is your cell. Looks pretty nice, doesn’t it?” the guard said. We had been touring around the facility when we finally came to the cell. “you have quite a few more luxuries than most patients do. Apparently a Mr and Mrs Cake paid a hefty sum of bits to get you these. You better appreciate it.”
I walked into the cell, admiring how I had an actual door. First thing I saw inside was a TV sitting on top of a table facing the center of the room. On the wall to the right of the TV was a window with vertical metal bars. The room was not just a hospital white, but painted to look like an elegant marble.
During the tour the guard gave me I leaned that the asylum is a lot bigger than it seems on the outside. It has two large dining rooms, both in bad condition, and another two rooms of tabletop games and electronic machines. The asylum has thirteen floors of cells, with the uppermost floor holding the most dangerous of the mentally ill.
But, out of all of the features this asylum has, the most intriguing one is how many non-pony patients there are. Obviously it has Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns, but it has griffins, changelings and even a few goats. By far the strangest patients I could see though were the Bat-Ponies and the Dragon-Ponies. The Bat-Ponies seem to be what the Lunar Guard are made of. while the Dragon-Ponies are an entirely different story.
They have a tail that is reptilian, acting as a counterbalance. Hair is drooping below them, originating from their chin, chest and underbelly. They even have what looks like spines sprouting out at a downward angle from their elbows. They stand at the same height as a pony, but seem like they could destroy a regular pony with ease through brute strength alone.
The part that I enjoy the most about this asylum though is not the weird patients, but the library. Inside this library is so much knowledge, untold stories that could be from even before Princess Celestia’s rule. Inside is a well of cultures, stories, and even secrets that need unraveling. A-las, the lights are on an automated timer and I can not spend any time in this glorious place.
“Should I really be here? Is this what my life has led to? Is this my destiny, to be surrounded by four white walls while waiting for a doctor to declare me ’reformed’?” I wondered aloud as I fell onto my mattress. I squirm around to try and find a comfortable position, but just can not. “I really do not believe this is my fate,” I declare to myself as I drift off to an uncomfortable rest.
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Where am I?
I am in a boat, sailing across a river. On either side was a vast forest stretching as far as the eye can see.
Is this a dream?
“Of course it is, you dummy!” someone exclaimed right beside my ear.
Wait! That voice!
“P-Pinkie!?” I blurt out. My face contorting to one of terror.
“Yuppers!” She said while bouncing around in the boat.
“B-But that’s not possible! I-I…,” I trail off.
“That’s true! This isn’t possible,” Pinkie stated, her voice becoming serious and unnerving.
When she said this the world began to shatter, as if it was made of glass.
The river began to turn into black goop.
Pinkie’s eyes started to become solid black, almost soulless.
The trees in the vast forest burst into an inferno.
“Just remember Pinkamena, you are not what you think you are.”
“W-What does that even mean…” I stammer out.
“You’ll know in good time, you dummy!” Pinkie said in a jovial voice.
All of a sudden, Pinkie began to leak blood through her skin.
“W-What is happening!” I scream at her.
“The madness possess you girl!” exclaimed Pinkie in a deep demonic voice.
All of a sudden Pinkie’s head exploded into a shower of gore, almost all of it landing on me.
“AAAAHHHHHH!” I scream as I lose consciousness.
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