Fluttershy stepped into the room with a sad expression, which was a perfectly orchestrated response considering the situation.

Her patient had attempted suicide.

A patient she had pinned her career upon. A patient that had practically bashed her head against the wall so much that she had a high likelihood of permanent brain damage. It was a brain that Fluttershy wanted active, aware, and working in its entirety if she was going to use it to get to the top, so naturally, she had some concern for the mare’s wellbeing.

“Pinkie?” Fluttershy whispered softly as she approached the bedside, her eyes glancing over the various tubes that snaked about the mare that animated from two differing facial orifices and from the sticky pads upon chest that led to a heart monitor casually beeping besides the bed.

She noticed the recognition in Pinkie’s eyes and realized the mare was not quite beyond reality as she was originally led to believe.

I thought she was completely comatose... Maybe she had just woken up? I best get a nurse...

A gargled reply was her only response from the pink mare and with a sad smile, Fluttershy sat upon her haunches at the bedside and lifted her forehooves up to take up an immobile hoof of the Butcher from the bed and gestured it close to her own chest where heart was located.

“Why, Pinkie? Why do it? I thought we were going somewhere.”

“I…”

“Pinkie? Can you speak? I better get somepony, they need to know you are awa—”

“I... I w-want to die… Please help me do it.”

Fluttershy gasped, startled at the request. It caused her to cease her thoughts of getting any help to simply stare at the mare with confused eyes, “but why? I… I can’t do that. It’s wrong.”

“I…” Pinkie’s words became garbled, but with a loud swallow and a fit of coughs she continued on, regardless of the pain she was in, “I hate what I did… But t-the numbers came up… The numbers… Mean so much...”

“The numbers Pinkie mean nothing. It was all due to your psychosis making you believe the numbers meant something significant. There is no need to kill yourself over this! I can cure you and then once you are well enough again, you can go home back to your friends... I promise, Pinkie. I can do this, but only if you believe in it.”

“C-cure?”

“Yes,” Fluttershy nodded, leaning in close, “I can, and I will cure you. We made so much progress over the past few weeks, I feel as if you can be reintroduced into society within a year!” Fluttershy smiled brightly to the mare, almost believing the lie herself.

“But… Rarity…”

Fluttershy closed her eyes and sighed. She knew what she did to Pinkie Pie during their last session was… Extremely risky, to the say the least... It was an unpredictable and irrational action on her part by showing her patient photos of the crime scene; but not only that, it was beyond what would be considered correct as a physician or as a psychiatrist.

Yet she did it anyway.

Why?

Because she wanted to show this murderer exactly what her twisted actions produced.

Murder.

Blood.

Death.

But why?

Because Fluttershy wanted this mare dead. She wanted the mare to look upon her victims…

What have I done? I’m no better than she is… Torturing her like that…

“I-I’m sorry. I thought maybe facing your fears would produce a… Um. P-positive reaction… I was wrong. I’m sorry.” Her hooves clenched the mare’s leg briefly for a comforting squeeze, “I didn’t mean for you to do this. I promise. I did not mean to hurt or upset you, or drive you to—”

“If I die… Other ponies would be... Happy, right? They'd all... S-smile, yeah?”

“Don’t say that—“

“Would they?” Pinkie Pie drew her bruised face towards Fluttershy as she struggled to lean up. Staring at her with dead eyes that unnerved the psychiatrist.

She could not deny it, for Fluttershy knew that much. The families of the victims would had surely danced for joy the day they found out about the death of their loved one's killer.

Fluttershy could not lie about this. She simply nodded. “I… I’m sorry.”

“W-why?”

“Because I failed you as a doctor. As a friend...”

“You can’t... Fix what is broken, s-silly.”

Fluttershy shook her head and then leaned in close to Pinkie, “I don’t understand. I thought... I thought you wanted to be fixed? Why would you say something so negative? It's not like you. You need to smile and carry on, yeah? Giggle at all of the bad things in life you have been doing for so long now. This is just a minor bump in the road, and we’ll get through this together.”

“I… Killed so many ponies… I didn’t mean to. I just… I… I wanted to have fun… Like on the rock farm… With my sisters...”

Fluttershy shook her head, “Now who is being silly? I understand. You believe fun is in the concept of despair. And despair? It can be captivating. I get that. The emotional response to which you seek is that which gives you pleasure, and that is the suffering of others. Despair for you is what you call... Happiness. Fun… Maybe even laughter."

Fluttershy shook her head, "but from what I have attained from our sessions, I can honestly say you can overcome this. You have guilt! That is rare in… ponies like you.”

“I-I can't hear you well... Come closer, please. I think's... Something's wrong with me… I-I don’t f-feel so good...”

Fluttershy lent closer, a worried expression dominating her face as she trembled at the prospect of her patient's health deteriorating, “How about now? Can you hear me? Maybe I should get a nurse, there is some blood coming out of your nose and that is not a good sign. Would you like me to clean it up?”

Pinkie sniffed, “Yes… P-please...”

Fluttershy nodded and turned to reach for a box of tissues left upon a bedside cabinet.

The meek mare stiffened as she felt two hooves pin her muzzle still.

Without warning and without protest, Fluttershy felt herself drawn violently into a long, deep and sloppy kiss.

The meek mare panicked, her hooves scrambling to thud against the chest of her patient but no avail, for she felt a tongue in her throat she did not want present and it writhed deep within her throat, as if seeking to reach and penetrate her stomach.

With scrambling hooves she pushed Pinkie Pie from off of her, breaking the kiss with a stunned gasp.

“W-What?!” Fluttershy squeaked.

But the kiss only reconnected and deepened more so.

The pink mare transformed such a sudden gesture into a lustful explosion of sexual energy. She moaned and breathed hotly from her nostrils as her tongue only sought to dominate more of Fluttershy’s mouth in further deepening passion that was intoxicating and dumbing the psychiatrist’s flaling protests.

For a second time Fluttershy managed to push Pinkie away, breaking the kiss long enough for her to regard Pinkie with half lidded, drunken eyes and blushing cheeks, “S-stop!”

“Why?”

“B-because… We’re…” Fluttershy felt a slither of drool trickle down her chin, “I don’t understand... Why would you—”

“You know me better than anyone, silly. Why do you think I would do that to you, huh? Maybe I wanted you to come here, all alone.”

“W… What? Why?”

"Because your number came up, silly filly!"

With lightning speed, Pinkie Pie wrapped her hooves about the trailing wires spanning from her nose and with a wrenching cough, pulled them from her lungs until they were free from her body.

Fluttershy gawked and moved to stop her, but it was simply too late.

Quickly, Pinkie Pie crossed her forelegs and wrapped the bemused Fluttershy’s neck in a chaotic coil of wires that once completely noosed about the mare’s neck, she pulled the wires tight, garroting Fluttershy until she moved no more.

Author's Note

Fluttershy: 0... My Fics: 2

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