Once upon a time, there lived three fillies on a rock farm with their father, their mother, and their grandmother. It is a dreary, depressing place, but that's all it is. Or, at least, that's all it is someplace else. Here, however, it is so much worse, and it will be on this rock farm where a monster's monster will be born.

Or, y'know, I could just be embellishing things for effect again. You know me, always trying to be scary. Now where'd I put my hammer...

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Update: In light of Maud Pie, I have updated the story to reflect the canon name. I'm actually rather pleased, considering the events of the story.
Update: I honestly don't know what I was thinking tagging this story as sexual. I didn't write anything obvious, so I shouldn't have tagged it. Changed.

This is a prequel to A Different Batch Of Cupcakes, and is, indeed, this Pinkamena's origin story. Or, at least, part of it.

As always, comments, likes and critiques are appreciated!

Warning: While I did skimp on the gore this time around, I still wrote this as an incredibly disturbing piece, as per normal conventions of a serial killer's origins and therefore there are still scenes of pretty intense violence and gore. There is also other objectionable content contained in this fic, not specified here because I don't want to spoil it. Viewer discretion is advised.

Google Docs Mirror (Outdated, won't update unless this place falls apart): Here.