Pinkie Pie is a godess of ponyville?

by Cirnothebrony

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark
Length: 1048

What are Pinkie Pie going to do when its the end?

Pinkamena wanted to be happy. So her fantasy made up the perfect world with help of drawings in scarlet red.
However, What are pinkamena going to do when she wont be able to draw? Will ponyville dissapear forever?
And are the other ponies existing in the real equestria?
There are many questions, but pinkie dont care. She just want to be happy again.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-16 15:50:26 UTC

Take me back

An ordinary day in ponyville.

The bright, warm suns beams gazed down at the little village.

Ponies in many diffrent looks trotted around happily.

Ofcourse, Pinkie Pie was the reason to this.

She loved to make anypony laugh and smile,By her partying and tricks.

Pinkie cheerfully began her day with helping Mrs.Cake to bake some cookies and other sweets. But, They were out of flour.

Pinkie pie smiled at the other pony. ''Don't worry Mrs. Cake!'' The pony said with a slight giggle.''I will go get some more for you!''

She knew this would be an adventure, a fun one.  She wanted an adventure, And so her mind started one for her.

In the real word, She kept drawing with her hoof.

By many months, Perhaps it was a year from her fantasy, Her bleeding hooves had been so torn, Even her bone was showing on the right one.

This is what caused her to stay in the dark basement, because the owners of the rock farm didn't want useless ponies.

But they barely fed her, causing the pony to look more of a demon-like skeleton somehow. Her spine were clearly showing trough her un groomed skin.

Her laughs echoed in the basement, they were loud, and included a few snortings.

After about another hour, She felt something with her left hoof, that still had a few nerves to feel.

Pinkie snapped out of her little world...

The wall. It were almost completely stained in drawings, words or just scribbling.

It were very high and thick, so it were able to figure out she had been drawing this for about a year. If it were a ''ordinary'' height of the wall, it would probably be stained in just a week.

For the first time in such a long time, She got very suprised. She was not even sure how to react...

Pinkie looked down at her hooves.. She shivered to her bone as she realized how torn out they were..''N......No...NO NO NO! TAKE ME BACK!!!!''

She cried angrily and shaked her head furiously. She didnt want to be here, she wanted tio go back to ponyville! She wanted to be happy! Not cry of pain!

She stuttered and attempted to drag herself to one of the darkest corners, but even there, it were stained. It was barely able to read, but it said: ''I want everypony to smiiiiiiiiileeeeee''

The last E had been dragged all the way down to the floor.

With widened eyes, she realized the cold floor had drawings aswell. Or simple hoofprints of her actions in the adventures..

This weird feeling made her want to puke..

The room stenched of urine, blood and mold from food that she probably didnt have the time to eat.

But that was not disgusting for her, even if the smell was strong she had probably been used to it by now.

She tilted her head, regarding herself with a mischievous smile in attempt to maybe cheer herself up..

Pinkie Pie could feel her heart catch in his throat, as an ache formed in her stomach.

This made her want to puke once again.

She blinked and noticed how her mane, wich was puffy like cotton candy now were flat, and covered one side of her face.

Pinkie lowered her head, and then her body. She layed down, shivering.. As she cried; ''Take me back.... Twilight... Dashie...  Anypony..''

The end is not prepared

It all happend about 16 years ago.

Pinkamena diane pie's life.

As many know, She were working on a rock farm, day out and day in.

That time, It didnt matter who she was. She were invisible,hated,unwanted. Just as the other workers. However, she never killed herself, or starved to death.

She wanted something.. But what? She wished to one day, smile..

--

One day, The pink pony misbehaved, drowned in her toughts. She were daydreaming about how it would be in another life.

However.. ''The ones that were better than her'' punished her, bad.

They threw the young pony in a dark, frightening basement.

Ofcourse the pink pony got sad and scared... And she had noting to do but panic.

Days passed...

Day out, day in, she panicked.

Her hooves got hurt by walking around, speaking for herself. One front hoof even started to bleed.

She sat down in front of a dark wall, and cried.

But the slight light in the room, made it able for the pony to atleast draw.

The only colour she had was a scarlet red, from her bleeding hoof.

By her desperate attempt of being happy, She wrote things on the wall.

Such as,

''Hello! Im Pinkie Pie!''

''Happy,Happy,Happy!''

But she wrote things by her depression aswell.

''Let me out....''

''Help...''

''Its cold...''

Just that moment. ''It'' happend.

After the pink pony dried her tears, The room were lightened up.

No... It was not even a room..!

It were a village!

Pinkamena looked suprised, shocked and still... Happy?

''Hello,Pinkamena.''

She could hear her own head speak?

''Yessss...I am you..! I will make you happier!''

Pinkamena were even more suprised, but she wanted to know. She wanted to be happy..

The village built up more and more, The remains of the basement fell apart and kind of flew away in space.

Just then, A blue pony passed her, with the smell of frisk air.

''Oh Hey, Pinkie Pie! 'Sup?''

The blue pony looked at her with a cool smile, as the warm breeze kindly let her rainbow mane away from her eye.

Pinkie Pie... Yes. That would be her name from now on. And she would have the greatest friends!

''Hello there.. Hmmmm..''

Pinkie tought for a while, as she were thinking of a name. The mane with rainbow coulours gave her the answer, as well as the ponies speed.

''Hello... Rainbow dash!''

This was the beginning of her little perfect world...

Ponyville.. And all her perfect friends.

She would live a happy life in imagination.

To death.

But sometimes, She snapped out of her world..

Looking up at her wall, and realized she wrote things while there.

There was a wall filled with stories, gigantic drawings of faces and so on.

What would happen ? The wall were filled by soon.

Its about time to find out...