Too Many Angry Pinkie Pies

by TwilightPoopSparkle

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Tragedy, Adventure
Length: 2238

What happened to all the clones after "Too Many Pinkie Pies"?

All the clones were sent back to the Mirror Pond, just led to suffer. They're upset because they just wanted to have fun. What's wrong with a bit of fun? No more being happy for them. Only hatred is left.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-24 05:20:13 UTC

Trapped

A little figure inside water, resting

no way out

exits are closed…

she is enclosed…

It is not her fault she is here

or the others

this was against her will

for spending more time with friends.

What is wrong with duplicating yourself?

“Everything.” Ponies say

“She destroyed stuff

just in the name of fun.”

When the clones were first created,

all they thought about was fun

it was an accident that stuff was ruined

to them, everything was fun!

She and the duplicates

did not know right from wrong

they were only a day old

and yet punished so severely.

A little test is what friends did

to find the real Pinkie

it was a hard test anyway

any Pinkie could have won

Watching paint dry

it is hard for anypony to do

and yet one won

the losers were trapped in the Mirror Pond.

How do you know that was the real Pinkie?

“Clones don’t feel emotions.” Everypony says

even the friends said that.

That is wrong.

Nopony said they were sorry

"Sorry that we did this to you."

leaving all those clones trapped,

suffering in fear of the unknown.

Twilight, Rainbow Dash,

Fluttershy, Applejack,

and Rarity,

Why did you send Pinkie Pie to the Mirror Pond?

Don't you know what you did to Pinkie?

Don't you know how miserable she is?

You can't,

because you only want one Pinkie Pie, not 25.

Five mares,

who abandoned some clones

left them to suffer

in a place that doesn’t deserve to exist.

Yes they were clones

yes they did destroy stuff

but they can think and feel

how do YOU feel about that?

Clones do not die in the pond

you can kill them with a weapon,

but when those ‘friends’ send the clones back to the pond,

they were still alive.

Trapped in darkness

trapped in coldness

she said she was sorry a long time ago.

But why are they still trapped?

Oh look now!

one of them stirs

she does not know how she got here.

What happened?

Memories of how she got there,

gone

a piece of her mind is blank

but Pinkie knows she is not supposed to be here.

She struggles against her bonds

there is confusion

“Will you let me out?” She calls,

No.

Even though she is a smart mare,

she thinks it is a joke

time flies by in darkness

it has been too long for it to be a joke.

She cries

“Please let me out

I don’t want to be in here any longer.”

No.

She feels like she has no body

and that she’s all alone.

Don’t worry!

There are 24 more of you to keep you company!

Voices around you

you would think you are insane

it’s just the clones,

all wanting to be free.

Even the other clones are isolated

they are trapped in darkness too.

She can only hear and speak to them,

but she can see their heartache.

Her sobbing grows silent

she falls asleep again

wishing of freedom

with friends.

That can't be entirely true

friends are with A Pinkie

they don't care about the other Pinkies

"They are just clones."

Will she ever get out?

Will she ever be with friends?

(Friends that hate the clones?)

Is what she dreams.

She is the real Pinkie!

She looks like Pinkie

She acts like Pinkie

But she's a clone.

Clones are not supposed to think

clones are not supposed to feel

yet this Pinkie can think

this Pinkie can feel.

When will there be fun?

Fun makes everything better again.

You can't have fun in a horrible place

where you can't remember who put you in there.

This is like a hell hole;

this is not for Pinkie Pie

clone or not,

no pony likes being trapped.

There is a possibility that something bad will happen

fear turns to hatred

hatred turns to killing

when will that come?

Fun?

Fun?

Fun?

There is no fun.

Fun?

Fun?

Fun?

No, because I'm trapped.

Drip Drop

Drip Drop

Drip Drop

Drip Drop

Darkness surrounds me...

Drip Drop

I'm so cold...

Drip Drop

Why?

Drip Drop

Where am I? I don't know where I am... It's too dark. I hope I am not blind.

Drip Drop

     I can't see anything, or feel anything! Am I dead? I try to move my tail, but nothing happens. Where is it? I can't even see my body. Am I only a head?

Drip Drop

     There is a dripping slimy black substance enclosing me, but I can't escape from it. It feels like a cocoon... but less inviting. It has an itchy feel... and it feels so disgusting...

Drip drop

Drip drop

     I hear tiny droplets fall into the blackness above me. Am I in water? It sure doesn't feel like it. It's too cold. Wouldn't I drown as well?

Drip Drop

I feel like I'm moving, but how do I know? It's not my Pinkie Sense telling me that... that's only for upcoming dangers. I floating around in nothingness?

I'm scared...

Drip Drop

Drip Drop

     I call out for help. "Help!" I want to be free of this...whatever it is. The cry evaporated into the thick darkness, but not all noise. Other voices surround me, and they are coming from all directions. Why are they with me? One after the other, the voices call for help as well.  A symphony, composed of voices calling for help. So many at once.

"Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!" We are all scared.

Drip Drop

Drip Drop

     Me and the other voice shut our mouths immidiently, waiting a response. There is none. Why? Were we going to die here?

Drip Drop

"Can any pony hear me?" Still nothing. I wanna go home.

Drip Drop

But where is it? Will I be trapped in this cocoon forever?

Drip Drop

I want to cry. I want to wail. I need someone. But I have no body, and the other voices don't have one as well.

Drip Drop

What did we ever do wrong?

Drip Drop

All I can remember is having fun. I was in the sunshine, having fun. Friends we with me... and they are now gone.

Drip Drop

Were we banished here for having fun?

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Why? Why would anypony be so cruel to be sent down here?

Drip Drop

THE Pinkie Pie? You can't do that! Everypony will be sad without me.

Drip Drop

I close my eyes and think of the sunshine I used to play in. It's seems like such a long time...

Drip Drop

     Not even thinking can get my thoughts straight. I kept silent further and further, until I blurt out the word of what I just wanted to do the most.

Kill.

Drip Drop

I almost take it back. Pinkie Pie would never kill! She would be happy smiling always. Killing would be the last thing on my mind!

...

I think killing is the only way out of here.

And I'm not smiling or happy.

Drip Drop

I say the word again.

Kill.

A word that means such cruel things sounds very silly.

Kill.

I giggle a little.

Kill.

This time a voice joins me.

"Kill."

Does the voice want to do the same thing I want to? I need to help them.

"Kill." We both say it at the same time, and share a laugh. Then another voice joins us. Why stop them?

"Kill!" The voices get louder and louder. They are all angry and want out. I must help them, I must make everypony happy.

Even if it involves killing.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

     I take a deep breath and muffle out the yells. I have to kill. I need to kill my prosecutors. Nopony deserves this treatment. Not even them. That is why my prosecutors must die.

I yelled as loud as I could. I was ready. "KIIILLLLL!"

     Me and the other voices tried to struggle out of our prison. We wiggled, bit, and did everything to escape. It was our pure will that we are escaping. A cacoon can only hold anything for so long. As we continued to struggle, I felt myself move. Not like the floating feeling a couple seconds ago, but more solid. The blackness turned into dark grey then light grey. I could almost see things above me... but it was blurry.

     I felt a boundary in front of me and the voices, but I pushed through. There were many lays, each harder to push through than the last. One was harder than pushing a wheelbarrow up a hill! Every boundary we broke through, I felt myself move a little move freely, and less trapped. It was still a lot of hard work. Somepony must have gone though a lot of work to trap us here.

     The grey grew thinner, as one of my body parts finally emerged. My hoof pushed though the substance. I felt like my body was back! My hoof came back down, and the cacoon substance closed over it again. Whoops! With all my might, I pushed through the last boundary...

POP!

     I made it! I landed on top of the substance, floating. It was enchanted water! To the touch, it was slightly goopy, and it kept changing from a solid to a liquid. How funny! There must have been a very complicated spell to do this.

     My hove and leg felt really sore, as if I hadn't used them in years. But that's impossible! I was down there for a day or two at least. I hopped up and down, throwing my limbs out as if I never stretched before. Man, that felt good.

     This place around me looked very wired, but it just wan't the pond. There was a stalactite on the celing, dripping its drops to the cocoon-like water. Inside the water was... me? I saw magenta frizzy hair, pink fur, balloon cutie mark, and those cute baby blue eyes! How was that even possible?

     I could barely remember what happened of how I got here... but something seemed familiar. The echoes and the scenery seemed just right. This was the Mirror Pond! They grey walls and the moss was unmistakable.

Drip Drop

And those ponies in the water were my clones.

     There were about twenty four of me, banging against the pond's surface. Still trapped and frightened. The magical boundary must have sealed itself when I escaped. I had to help them! "Don't worry! I'll save you!" I plunged my hoof deep into the pond, shivering at the cold and slimy touch. It felt like below zero! I have to do this for my clones. The nearest one grabs my hoof.

     "Thanks." She whispered. We reached down in again and brought out all our clones. You might be thinking "Pinkie Pie! You are just duplicating yourself again!". Nope! Only if I say the magic rhyme. And it's very rude to refer to 'duplicating yourself'. These clones can think and feel, and they are just like me. Once all twenty four were out, we cheered happily. We were free from our prison! No more freezing! No more being scared! And no more being alone in the darkness!

     "What do we do now?" One clone asked. Since I helped free them, I could be the leader!

     "I know." I walked up to a stone and shouted, "Hello every pony!" Heads turned to face me. That was easier than expected. "My name is Pinkie Pie and I'm going to help you!"

     A clone to the farthest left laughed, rolling on the floor. "Hah! My name is Pinkie Pie too!"

     Another clone joined in. "Me too!" They continued to speak about their names until I interrupted.

     "Stop! We are all named Pinkie Pie! I just wanted to thank all of us for giving us the courage to escape here. We couldn't have done it without each other. We are going to escape this cave and be free to have fun. But first thing first." I paused, smiling of how attentive the crowd looked. My eyes narrowed down and I said one little word. "Kill." The mood changed instantly.

     Their smiles slowly turned into frowns as they looked at me quizzically. Such a simple little word that we were going to follow. I know that we are going to find our prosecutors. We were going to stop at no costs. I repeated it again. "Kill."

     It was a little slower at first when we were inside the pond, but the clones began to understand what I meant. That simple little word grew stronger as each pony chanted it. "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The drops in the cave were drowned out by the roar of us. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The chants bounced off the walls, making it sound even louder.

     "Together!" I yelled, "We will get revenge on being trapped in the mirror pond! WE can do this! Let's go get the and KILL!" I jumped off the stone, looking for any exit. There. A pathway was leading up the stone cave walls. At least there is a way out. "Follow me!" We ran towards the exit. Our pink hooves pounding on stone, tensed up with excitement. We were ready. Ready to kill.