Fluttershy observed the insane pink mare from her perch, quite content in studying that single eyed gaze that unblinkingly stared at her for what seemed like an eternity.

There was something attractive behind that sapphire eye as it remained affixed over that shoulder; as crazed and bloodshot as it seemed. It possessed a kind of soul that appeared just as much tormented as it did merrily lost in its maelstrom of psychotic merriment.

As if the greatest of parties – or perhaps the most depraved of orgies, coalesced and formulated a vivid movie behind its crystalline structure.

The pegasi momentarily appeared at a loss, shaking her head from side to side as she was forced to blink her drying eyes.

How long had she been staring at the mare? She could not quite remember.

How was it that such a twisted individual could bring about a state of curious tranquillity within her, simply by looking into the mare’s eye? It was an odd sensation—as if free falling into a pit of intrigue where the walls were made of barbed wire and razors and yet despite the peril she seemed... Elated in her descent.

There was more to this Pinkamena Diane Pie than the reports led on.

Clearing her throat again, Fluttershy mustered every ounce of willpower to remove her gaze from the hypnotic mare’s eyes and looked down at the Dictaphone that waited patiently to record what she needed to send this murderer away to her demise.

At such a thought, a flash of guilt crossed the yellow mare’s face. But it was short lived. She steeled her resolve and ignored her morals, and found the courage to finally speak; albeit, rather shyly at that.

“Toffee… Um… I like toffee.”

“SEE!” The pink mare exploded into fanfare, giggling ecstatically as she fell back to lay upon the small hay covered bed, rolling from side to side as best she could without falling off, flailing her free rear hooves into the air as she bellowed out a mirthful laughter as if she was just told the greatest joke in the world.

The mare was rendered almost unable to breathe as she spoke, “was…” Pinkie gasped and sputtered as she struggled to come up for air, “Was... that hard? It wasn’t… was it?! S-silly! No… No harm done… was it?!”

“Well no, but I’m wondering why you would ask in the—” The pegasi had little time to finish her retort over the loudly giggling mare that rolled about the bed like a little filly lost in rapture.

Confusion turned to terror for Fluttershy as the pink mare’s face scrunched from her gleeful expression into a fierce scowl; spittle almost frothing at the pink one’s mouth as a beastial snarl and screech pierced the cell, echoing achingly against the thick concrete walls as Fluttershy let out an equally high pitched scream.

The insane pink haired mare in a shocking whirl of blinding almost supernatural speed shot up from her bed without warning and galloped at full speed the short distance towards Fluttershy, her teeth bared and her eyes wild with a macabre fire that only demanded one thing.

Bloodshed.

Fluttershy’s scrambling wings quickly sent the yellow mare up and over the chair, her hooves back peddling her to the door once she came into contact with the ground moments later.

Her flank collided with the cold steel door, watching in abject horror as Pinkie came right up to the aforementioned forbidden line that must never be crossed.

The warning from Redheart went both ways it seemed, for as the pink mare had reached not one hoofstep next to the line, did her entire body suddenly seize up; stopping her dead its tracks.

Each and every muscle in Pinkie’s body erupted into a violent convulsion; the seemingly magically infused straight jacket flaring into life as the merciless snap and crackle of an electrical shock coursed through and assaulted the mare’s body.

Pinkie Pie screamed in agony and surprise as her back arched, her bodily functions and inhibitions releasing itself as a fresh stream of hot urine trickled from between her legs and pooled below her. However, as she screamed, her face was alight with an odd kind of glee as her tongue lolled from her mouth and spittle flowed free from the tip, her lips curled into a wide almost blissful contortion.

After several seconds of being rooted to the spot; uncontrollably urinating until the stream was but the merest of trickles, the jacket activated yet a secondary magical effect and threw the debilitated form of Pinkie Pie back through the air as both jacket and the forbidden line became both ends of the same repelling magnetic polar, causing the pink mare to collide violently into the wall just next to her bed

As the electrical shock continued its attack on the crumpled pink mare, Fluttershy had remained transfixed on the scene with her bulging eyes laced with pinprick tears of fear just threatening to ooze out of the cyan corners.

As a few more seconds passed, Fluttershy panted out her shaken breaths, but relief did manage to cross her features once she had realized she was unharmed and quite safe from the murderous intentions of Patient Number Eighty-Five.

A moment of concern did come to Fluttershy watched the continued deterrent disable the patient into a mumbling wreck of blissful drool, piss, and agony, and after a few more seconds, the shocking effects subsided and left a convulsing Pinkie Pie on the ground groaning and whimpering.

Fluttershy calmly returned to her seat and took a deep, deep breath. “Your name. For the record, Patient Eighty-Five. Please.”

“Uuuuurgh… That, really, realllllllly huuuuuuurt…” The mass of pink whined, “That was… W-was reeeealllllly mean…”

“Name,” Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, swallowing hard; quite shocked at herself as her demanding authoritative tone almost bit back at the murderer nastily, “now.”

“Pinkie Pie… P-Pinkamena, Diane Pie… Urgh… For someone who likes sweets,” Pinkie begun as she struggled to push up her weakened state to a kneeling posture, using her muzzle and shoulders to press and pull against the wall to achieve it, “You’re a big f-fluttering meanie…”

“Please… Please don’t do that again, Pinkie. I don’t want to see you hurt—I really don’t. I’m here to help you not to hurt you…”

Although… She knew that was not the case. Fluttershy had to lie to keep the patient ignorant to the truth of her impending demise.

How many has she sent to the Factory now under similar false pretenses?

Too many.

But this face?

Thismare?

It saddened the pegasi to know that she felt it, but Fluttershy had little if no remorse for the infamous baker of Ponyville. Deep down, she knew Equestria was better off without her kind and it almost sickened her to think the pink mare was best executed as swiftly as possible.

Licking at her dry lips, Fluttershy continued with a nod, “I thought we could talk. M-Maybe about your childhood?”

“Pfft,” Pinkie scoffed a chuckle, rolling her eyes as she sat facing the seated mare, her long pink hair dangling before her half grinning, sweat ridden face; a trickle of blood leaking from her nostrils that was caused by the rather unceremonious landing moments ago.

“Reeeaaal original, doc. Do you want to hear about how my childhood was full of sad faces and poverty on the ol’ rock farm? Do you want to hear about when my Daddy came home from work and he would beat me and then…” She paused, smirking darkly, “Then told me to lick and suck his candy cane otherwise he’d beat on my sisters if I didn’t?”

Pinkie Pie leant forward, her smile slipping away as her voice dropped into a monotonous whisper, “want to know they he made me fuck my own sisters and forced them to eat my shit?”

“Okay then…” Fluttershy glanced around the cell, as if the answers she sought for were somehow written on the concrete walls. The pegasi pointedly ignored the insinuations and the mocking tone of the crazed mare, knowing full well that she was an artist in avoiding the question with lies and over-exaggerations.

But how much of it was true? Was Pinkie Pie masking the truths amongst the lies?

Fluttershy wanted to find out, but she knew she would get nothing concrete from the mare. Instead, she sighed, and responded with a simple question that has thus far not been spoken by the other psychiatrists.

Not that the other doctors got this far.

Perhaps Fluttershy was on to a breakthrough?

“What about, Applejack?”

The question as simple as it was, caused Pinkie’s lips to form a tight line, her half lidded sapphire eyes gleaming with a dangerous stare at the other mare as her words were spoken slow and thoughtful.

“What about her?”

“You said you were her friend, right? Or… Am I mistaken…?”

Suddenly unable to look at Fluttershy in the eyes; unlike what she had been doing for the past twenty minutes, the pink mare had gone eerily silent, and rather unresponsive.

“Pinkie Pie?”

The pink mare muttered under her breath something vaguely incoherent, which caused Fluttershy to lean forward.

“I’m sorry Pinkie Pie, um, c-could you speak a little louder? I didn’t quite catch that.”

Pinkie’s muzzle sneered, revealing teeth as she barked back her words to Fluttershy with a restrained growl. “I don’t want to talk about her. Ask another question."

“But… Why? It seems like the name causes you a lot of emotional distress. Is there any reason for that?”

The sneer dissipated swiftly as Pinkie’s body relaxed, her heart bleeding within her chest at the mere mention of the farmer’s name. The mare’s breathing even quickened in shallow gasps, as if someone had filled her lungs with hot dirt.

Pinkie’s nostrils wrinkled at the acute scent of ammonia rising up from the puddle of urine she had pissed out earlier, and responded with a pouting expession.

“B-because it hurts… And I don’t like it when I’m sad. It hurts when I’m sad. I don’t like it…” Pinkie’s sapphire eyes lifted at Fluttershy, as if daring her to continue the interrogation despite meeting with a set of cyan hues that looked upon her rather sympathetically.

“Do you want to make me sad, doc? Because if you have read up on my time here, you know full well what happened to the last big meanie that turned this smile upside down.”

Fluttershy nodded, “Y-You broke an orderly’s nose, bit off his ear, and snapped his right foreleg in two before assaulting your previous psychiatrist.”

At the bleak retelling of her actions, Pinkie’s eyes rolled back into her head as an erotic groan escaped her throat, her tongue slithering out as she licked her lips in a rapturous glee.

“Such a shame the others got to him in time. He crossed the line that bit too much when he asked all the wrong kinds of questions! I suppose this is why I have to wear the jacket when I get visitors now, huh? But boy-oh-boy I really wanted to bite out his throat and drink him up dry,” the pink mare chuckled, her tone swiftly dropping flat as she spoke her next few words with a rising smirk, “Such a same I had no milk to hoof—I could had made such a nice milkshake from him… Yum-yum-yummy in my tummy wummy!”

Pinkie paused, then frowned, glaring aside, “But where would I plug in the blender?”

Fluttershy sighed, “Stay focused, please. You are avoiding the question again, Pinkamena.”

“PINKIE! My name is PINKIE PIE you feather brained SLUT! Call me that again and I will rip out your pretty little eyes and garnish them on a cherry bakewell!”

Fluttershy shook her head and moved to stand up next to the chair. She dipped down her muzzle and picked up the Dictaphone, her eyes looking sadly at the mare as she deposited it into her coat's breast pocket. “Then… If you are not willing to let me help you, then I will have to end the session here and come back at a later date… I am sorry I could not be more of a help, Pinkie. I’ll show myself out, if that’s okay?”

That’s all I need to send her to the Factory… I kind of hoped I could get something out of this…

As the yellow pegasus moved to depart, a hoof moved out to swipe the back of her ID card onto the scanner, but paused inches away when she heard a startling, faint sob rise up from behind her.

Confused, Fluttershy glanced back at the pink mare, who was openly weeping with her muzzle pressed firmly against the ground, having flopped over into the fetal position, her hooves wrapped about herself.

“W-wait,” Pinkie pleaded, “don’t go. Fine... Fine. I-I’ll talk just… P-please, don’t leave me here alone. I’ll… I’ll tell you everything… I-I can’t take it anymore. I just want to go home back to m-my friends and… I don't want to be alone... I want to smile again... I want to be with... Applejack.”

A smile came across the yellow mares lips as she placed the Dictaphone back down besides the line, and moved to return her flank into the chair.

“Okay… I promise, Pinkie. If you tell me everything, I swear I’ll…” She swallowed away the lump in her throat; the nausea of the lie she was about to state, piercing her to the very core of her morals, “I promise I’ll talk to my superiors and see if we can get you on the rehabilitation programme and out of solitary confinement.”

Confusion washed the pink mare in waves of uncertainty. She lifted her head from the ground to stare at Fluttershy in shock, those bloodshot sapphire eyes almost challenging her silently, “y-you promise?”

A hoof went up, making the motions of crossing her heart, “I, Pinkie Promise.”

For the first time in a long time a genuine smile broke out across Pinkie’s lips, her body relaxing from its tense ache, her head flopping back onto the cold hard stone of her cell as she drew her sapphire eyes to capture those cyan orbs staring intently at her with the most reassuring smiles Fluttershy could ever muster.

Sighing, the pink mare began, her eyes gazing to the cracked ceiling

“… It started, when I first moved to Ponyville.”

Author's Note

Re-edited on 09/06/2014 for corrections and added content.