Mobius' story

Mobius wakes up the next day hungry, cold, and alone “Where… am I?” He realises that he’s still in Pinkie’s basement and sighs “Still here… Great. Where is she off to now? She’s made me a Werepony, tortured me and now leaving me here… Perfect.”

Mobius hears a door open and Pinkie comes down the stairs to his left, wearing a rather pointless chef’s hat. She proceeds to the body in front of him, cuts off some of the meat and heads back upstairs.

“Are you EVER going to let me go?”

Pinkie looks down at him. “Your cuts have healed… that shouldn’t be possible… maybe I didn’t cut you deep enough.”

“Pinkie are you done gathering the ingredients?”

“Coming Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie glares at Mobius. “I’ll deal with you after work is over.” She hurries up the stars. The door slams shut and you hear a lock click.

“Perfect… Let’s see, there must be a way out…” Mobius looks around and sees the Lever for his shackles “Drat, how can I reach it…” The lever was a cruel torture implemented by Pinkamena. It lay just outside where the shackles stopped him. Making him reach for freedom but never able to grasp it.

“Maybe if I use my wings…” Mobius notices that one of the shackles is cracked. Using his newfound strength he manages to break his wing out and pull the lever. As Mobius drops down he notices the body that was left in front of him. “No… I won’t eat another Pony… no matter how much she tortures me...”

Resisting the urge he heads toward the door. noticing a lock with several runes inscribed on it.

“What the… great... magic I can’t get past that!”

“Ok, Ms. Cake, I’ll see if we have any left.” The door clicks and opens abruptly and Pinkie sees you standing there. “Oh… hi Mobius. Good to see you up and about.” Pinkie pushes him down the stairs and enters. locking the door behind her. “You weren’t supposed to escape. Now you must be punished,” She speaks up. “Looks like we’re out Mrs. Cake I’m taking my break now!”

“You weren’t supposed to escape when you did. How is this different? You can’t use that one on me.”

“Well for one, I wasn’t being punished for hurting a tender mares feelings,” She looks angry. “And two your punishment was almost over.”

Mobius glares at Pinkie “and how exactly would I have known that? If you were in enormous pain and wanted out wouldn’t you have tried? Oh yeah, you did.”

Pinkie sighs. “Mobius I was a SLAVE to that Werepony, to be used by his pack as they saw fit. I got my revenge on them.” Pinkie smiles, “And a little pain can be enjoyable.”

“I don’t care at this point. I tried to stay out of trouble, be good. That went out the window when YOU came along.”

Pinkie growls. “Are you challenging me?”

“What do you think?”

Pinkie growls. “I think you better not be challenging me if you want to keep your skin attached to your body.” Pinke thinks for a bit. “you know, I’ve done too much skinning alive recently I need to come up with a new punishment for disobedience.” Pinkie pushes him to the center of the room and pulls a lever. a section of the wall moves and a lot of knives and torture tools appear. She begins looking them over.

“What, are you going to kill me now? That’d be perfect. I’m a monster now… Do it! Kill me!”

Pinkie looks at Mobius with something like… pity. “no I won’t kill you, but you still need to be punished.” Pinkie taps her chin in thought. “Hmmm...” She looks at Mobius’s wings. “you don’t need your wings to live, and it would save me some trouble if you try to escape
again...”

Mobius glares at her “So you want to ruin yet another life because your feelings are hurt… You make me sick.”

Pinkie licks her lips. “And you make me hungry, were all different. And no I’m not punishing you because my feelings were hurt, this is because you avoided my punishment.” Pinkie picks up some bolt cutters. “now lets remove those wings shall we?”

“So I’m going to become yet another of the helpless people whose lives you’ve ruined? Nice to know, you MONSTER!”

PInkie looks shocked. “If you’ve already forgotten, it was Barb that turned you, even if I was indirectly responsible, and what do your wings have to do with your life anyway?” She looks off to the side. “I’ve always been a monster.”

“You dragged me into this! You made me go there, made me eat. And my wings are the last things I have… my family is gone, I have little money, and the Wonderbolts are all I have left. If I don’t have my wings… I can’t be a Wonderbolt. It’s been my dream to fly with them.”

“I never thought that you would hate being a werewolf. i just wanted you to be like me so you can understand……..” She looks angry. “If i can’t cut off your wings than what should you punishement be?”

Mobius spits in her face “Have you no decency?”

Pinkie puts her hoof where the spit landed a look of utter shock on her face. “did you just…” She wipes it off and stares at her hoof, her expression changing from shock, to disgust, then to pure rage.

Mobius smirks “I guess you don’t like defiance. At least I know I made you uncomfortable… My work here is done.”

The look of pure rage on Pinkie’s face is the last thing he sees before something hits him and knocks him out.