Author's Note
Okay, I'm taking a break from my other story and decided to write this. This one is darker than my other one so I'm sorry. Also Pinkie Pie is my favorite character (next to Applejack) so I bear her no ill will by writing this. I love Pinkie! She, however, is a complicated soul and I wanted to see if I could successfully capture her in this type of situation. Please leave a comment and enjoy :)
P.S. I know my grammar SUCKS lol
P.S.S. This was inspired by the song,
'Pinkies' Brew' It's so good!
I recommend it as well as
The Living Tombstomes' remix of it!
Desperation
Pinkie Pie flitted around restlessly in her lime green sheets that were adorned with various sizes and colors of balloons. She muttered pathetically in her sleep-like trance and made faces that obscured her usually bright and jovial face.
"W-why? Where are you? Why'd you leave...I had so much to show you. So much to do with you...too soon...you left too soon!"
Pinkie jolted herself awake and breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as fast as she could speak when she was excited. Sweat trickled down her distraught face and tears welled up in her light blue eyes as she grasped desperately for Gummy, who was peacefully asleep next to her. She held his tiny, green, rough body to her soft pink chest as if he were a rag doll that she had carried all her life and could not dream of living without. He stared meaninglessly into space as she sniffled into him.
"Oh Gummy! I had a bad dream! It was them again. Hahaha, silly Pinkie, right? Don't lie to me, Gummy Cornelius Pie, you're tired of my frantic outbursts, huh? Well I would just like to say that...you're the only one who listens. I love you, Gummy." She said in a tiny voice as she clenched him tighter, his eyes bulged but still had the same expression in them.
Pinkie Pie set him down gently and quickly ejected herself from her comfy cozy state. She trotted lightly through her balloon covered room to the exit. Her room was pink and lime green. For Gummy and Pinkie of course. The balloons rested leisurely on the ceiling and on the ground and only ever moved when Sugar Cube Corner shifted or a strange gust disturbed them. Pinkie always told herself that the eerie whispers of wind were only Gummy poking fun at her as she hid under a heap of brightly colored sheets. That trickster.
Pinkie approached her dresser that was laden with all sorts of little party toys, knickknacks, and many an assortment of hair combs that had all failed to tame Pinkie's adorable and wild cotton candy like mane and tail. She stared past all of the distracting and exciting oddities, placed her hooves on the dresser, and came eye to eye with a mare who had stared at her so many times before. She traced the curves and lines of her pink face and gazed intently into her own irises, looking for anything that might be deemed as odd. Alas, nothing. All normal. For Pinkie Pie, anyway.
"That's it!", she exclaimed as a small twitch overtook her left eye. She looked crazily back at her reflection before whispering once again, "That's it...that's what I'll do!"
She removed her hooves and pushed her body away from the mirror and through the door that was painted a thick coat of pink. She tiptoed impatiently past the Cakes' bedroom as well as the little twin foals' room. The varnished hardwood floor glistened with Luna's moonlight that leaked through the window that was at the end of the hall and threw Pinkie Pie's shadow onto the wall, a rather disturbing shadow.
As Pinkie's pink hooves reached the top of the endless stairs, she straightened her posture as her eyes glanced daringly over her shoulder to confirm that she was not being followed. She then jittered down the steps. They creaked annoyingly and Pinkie squinted her eyes at them before leaning toward the dark wood and whispering, "Are you crazy?! I'm trying to sneak here! I don't wanna even think about what they'd do to me if they caught me!"
She grinned forcefully at the inanimate matter before lurching forward once again. Pinkie's mind raced rapidly as she tried to assess exactly what she was about to do. Her eyes darted about nervously and they glinted unsettlingly in the dark. It was roughly 3 A.M. so Pinkie Pie knew that she had to hurry if she was ever going to pull this off. Her heart pounded in her chest as she began to reach the bottom of the stair case. Pinkie held her breath as she placed a shaking hoof upon the ground. She looked around at her still and quiet surroundings before turning to the small white door under the staircase. She unlocked it with a nervous hoof as she thought of what the Cakes' would say if they were to see her. However, she didn't care and her face went from minor intimidation to that of total determination and upon hearing the latch click, Pinkie Pie swung the door open to be greeted by total darkness. She cautiously edged herself into the petite closet and began feeling around for a light switch. After a few seconds of frustration, she finally felt a smoothe button beneath her hoof and pushed it quickly. Light flooded swiftly into the dark crevices of the petite storage closet and shone brightly in Pinkie's face. She covered her eyes with a quick forehoof and as the light flushed out the darkness. She waited a second before rubbing her eyes and opening them slowly to see what the closet had in store.
A medium rustic cauldron sat untouched in the far left corner. Several books of immense size and worn spines adorned the shelves above the cauldron. A small velvet pouch of unknown contents that was tied with elderly twine sat next to the books. Slips of crinkled news paper articles from 'Equestria Daily' littered the unkempt floor. They were yellowed from age and every single hastily cut out slip read the same thing, 'TRAGIC ROCK FARM INCENDENT LEAVES TWO PONIES DEAD'. Pinkie looked away from the ground as a whimper became caught in her constricting throat. Her breathing became intermittent as tears began to form on the delicate edges of her eyes. Her cotton candy like hair lost its' luster and became dangerously straight without a single hint of bounce. A crazed and maniacal expression creeped onto her face as her eyes grew wide and her irises grew small and distant. A crooked grin etched itself into Pinkie's lips as she looked from the cauldron, to the geriatric books, and then to the mysterious pouch.
"Hahaha...Okie Dokie Lokie everypony...let's get ...started!"
Her voice wasn't her usual jovial pitch; it dripped with malice like poison from a snake. She grabbed her cauldron and pulled upon the dilapidated handle with a mighty heave. The pot weighed twice as much as Pinkie and made a nasty screeching noise that echoed from the feet of the cauldron and into the house. Pinkie stopped and waited. She spoke softly to herself in her patience.
"...Not getting caught...Hahaha...having...fun. Pinkie's going to do it. Everypony will be happy...Hah!"
Pinkies' gaze became distorted as she heard no signs of movement from upstairs. She quickly resumed her previous task and whispered eerily to herself. Her laughs were haunting and leaked into the dinning area of Sugar Cube Corner as she dragged her cauldron as quickly and quietly as possible. The wallpaper of Sugar Cube Corner was cheery as ever yet seemed dim and lonesome in the shadows. Several tables lay still in an array that seemed to have no pattern and several stools sat upon each of the tables' tops.
"Kitchen! Gotta...get to the kitchen! Just like making...a cake...or cupcakes! I can't decide!"
Pinkie gazed creepily at the cakes and pies that sat upon the check out counter. Their colors shown brilliantly even in the shadowy depths of night. Pinkie coveted them and wanted to stop for a snack; they could make more tomorrow! But, she then remembered that it would be rude since she was about to have guests to accommodate and decided to wait upon this hunger driven lust.
Upon lethargically entering the kitchen through its' thick swinging double doors with her cumbersome load, Pinkie glanced with a shinning eye at the metal pots and pans that were neatly hung in their places on the wall. All sorts of small bottles of sprinkles, icing, and other odds and ends sat in their proper places ready for use in the morning. Several sinks lay sparkling and pristine without a hint of grim, several stainless steel refrigerators filled to the brim with all sorts or goodies lined the right of the rather large kitchen, and numerous ovens lined the left of the kitchen. Several cake carts with rags and unidentifiable utensils upon them, dotted the kitchen in uniformity.
Pinkie was thankful for the Cakes' cleanliness and slid her pot right into a clear spot next to a strategically placed washing sink. She giggled with elation as she turned around and headed quickly out of the double doors again. She returned to her closest of secrets , trotting with uncomfortable glee. She hummed quietly as she looked about at the books with a careful eye as she placed a selective hoof upon the spine of the far left book and drew it across the spines of the others like an over excited foal on a piano.
"Mixing...mixing..."
She gently picked up a volume of untold literature made of a brown leather that was past its' prime. It had small and excessively distracting tears that had the audacity to turn into holes, all over its' body. Pinkie ignored these eye sores and grabbed for the small velvet pouch that acted as an inadequate book end. She returned to the kitchen with these two things in hoof and threw them to the ground at the feet of the cauldron in excitement. Pinkie inhaled deeply as she carefully reached for the cover of the book that read "Forbidden", in black cynical letters and flung it open with a swift movement of her hoof. The table of contents contained words that she was unfamiliar with her and doubted even Twilight Sparkle knew them off hoof. She reached the chapter she was in desperate search of and became distraught as she came to realize that there was a page missing. All that remained was a soft crinkle at the base of the spine and no pony to know the pages words of insanity. Pinkie Pie, however, calmed herself very quickly as her eye resumed twitching. She decided to dive into the potion without the aid of the pages final instruction and began to read and hastily gather materials. As she did this, a small green alligator poked his head into the kitchen and stared expressionlessly at his owner.
"Oh! Gummy! Come to help? They'll like you...you'll like them! We'll be happy...happy...smile...smile..."
Pinkie trailed off as she turned her crazed look from her beloved pet to her rapid reading, leaving Gummy to wonder purposelessly throughout the kitchen. His little claws made a faint scratching noise on the linoleum with every step he took.
"Eye of newt and cinnamon? Hmmm...hahaha."
Pinkie dug inside of a cabinet near her position and produced a brand new bottle of cinnamon. She poured the spice into the pot and it filled the bottom with a thin film of powdery particles. Pinkie then removed a dangerously shriveled and shrunken newt from her special velvet pouch and flung it carelessly in with the cinnamon with a small plop. She then flitted her eyes back to the book and began to recite a small chant.
"Fill with milk from the bosom of Equestria...
Flow with fire from the gulf of the fallen crystal kings' hell...
Bubble with tears from the ducts of Nightmare Moon...
Fill my cauldron with both life and death!"
Pinkie Pies' shaken voice rang with a high pitched tone and it brought Gummys' attention back to Pinkie Pie whos' arms were raised in a overbearing motion. Suddenly, a thunderous crack echoed in Pinkies' ears and the cauldron began to groan with a wet sound that ricocheted off its' walls. Pinkie squealed with dangerous excitement and her eyes grew in size as she placed her hooves upon the brim of the cauldron. A brilliant green light emitted from the surface of the newly brandished liquid within and it turned Pinkies' evilly elated face into a disturbing and haunting tinge of mixed muddy colors. A grin of pure hysteria arose on her face and she laughed crazily into the pot.
"Here we go, Gummy!! I did it! I did it! Sea pony tears! Provolone! Matter turns to batter! It's OPEN!!!"
A devilish array of red lights and ferocious wind erupted from the cauldron as Pinkie Pie screamed her last word and she was tossed violently backwards into a refrigerator on the far side of the kitchen. She landed upon the ground and tried to raise her fragile pink body as her hair was whipped about her face and the wind and bright colors subdued her eyes to only half staff. Pinkie Pie faced her creation with a mixture of both glee and maniacal fright.
"HAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!!!!! I DID IT!! I DID IT!!!"
Pinkie Pie howled, a few spit particles flying from her lips that were cursed with an ever crooked smile.
"Pinkamena! NO!"
A distantly familiar voice pierced Pinkie like a bullet and drew her attention to the mouth of the portal. A cadaverous Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz appeared vaguely in front of Pinkie Pie, their faces sunken, dark, and full with horror.
"Mama?...Daddy?..."
Pinkies' expression of twisted glee slowly melted away to tears of disbelief.
"Pinkamena! Please! Listen to me! You have created the portal incorrectly! It could kill you! Don't touch it! Please...We love you! Leave us alone! Let us be! Run Pinkamena, RUN!"
Cloudy Quartz implored her filly to abandon her hopes of bringing them back, but was only met with Pinkies' expression of awe and mutilated love. Pinkie stepped closer.
"C-come out now. Mama, Papa...Stop hiding...come play with me. COME PLAY!!! DONT YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE?!?!?! MOMMY?? DADDY??"
Pinkies' words became shrill as tears streaked her face and liquid began gliding from her nostrils. She began stomping her hooves violently and screaming, leaving her winded.
"ENOUGH!"
Igneous' masculine voice was like lightning as it struck Pinkies' heart with fear.
"Your eyes, child, your eyes. Protect your eyes. They are the gateway to your soul. Leave here, NOW! We love you, Pinkie. Don't touch us, don't touch the portal. Let us rest...goodbye."
The whirling wind drowned out his last few words and the portal began to slowly close, making Pinkie loose sight of her parents. Pinkie shook her head roughly and lunged toward the decreasing portal.
"Don't leave me! Mama?! MOMMY?! DADDY?! DON'T I MATTER?!?!?!?"
Pinkies' shrill voice cracked and echoed as she reached the cauldron and the nearly vanished portal.
"I WILL HAVE YOU!"
She reached and touched the portal ever so slightly with a delicate hoof. With that small touch, a hoard of black tendrils lashed out from the portal and clasped roughly onto Pinkies' foreleg, digging themselves deeply into her soft foal-like fur and skin and leaving severe and elegantly drawn lacerations that profusely spurted and spewed ruby red blood. This caused a wild howl to erupt from Pinkies' throat as she lashed about wildly and futilely, desperate to free her leg and get away. She cried as her tears turned to blood. It poured from her pain struck eyes and clumped together in her innocently colored cheeks, making her fur matted and sticky. Pinkie screeched loudly in her horrific state as even more tendrils reached for her and sieged both of her hind legs, savagely throwing her onto her stomach and slamming her skull onto the cold tile floor. The same nasty cuts were created on these newly captured legs and Pinkie reared her head up wildly to face Gummy. Her blood sodden face screwed up in pain, she pleaded with Gummy, blood rising in her throat. He sat and stared. She reached out pathetically for him with her free leg and mewled in anguish.
The last tendril extended toward Pinkies' face as she placed it down on the ground in defeat, her hair becoming wet with blood. The arm placed itself upon her face and Pinkies' body began to jerk violently as if she were having a seizure. Suddenly, a blue pony with pink hair that was in curlers, Mrs. Cake, busted frantically into the kitchen only to lay eyes upon a bloodied Pinkie. She screamed as a yellow male pony, Mr. Cake, brought up the rear and his eyes became just as wide as his wifes'. He didn't take any moments to gawk and bolted for the cauldron. He flipped it onto its' side, the contents hit the floor and immediately evaporated in an explosion of sizzling acid. Mrs. Cake dashed for Pinkie who was on her side and facing the opposite direction. Mrs. Cake placed her hooves upon Pinkies' shoulder and examined the intricately threaded cuts that adorned her thin legs. They bled heavily and the puddles banded together to form a demented cradle of blood around Pinkies' body. Mrs. Cake whispered to Pinkie, but heard nothing. She looked up at her bewildered and solemn husband before turning back down, tears in her eyes.
"Hahaha..."
The voice was faint and frightened the Cakes' at first as their attention snapped back to Pinkie's motionless body. They stared intently at her as they heard their foals upstairs screaming and crying. They wiped their tear brimmed eyes as they leaned closer.
"Hahaha...just...just like...making cupcakes....hahaha I love you...leave...now...go...."
Mrs. Cake turned Pinkie Pie over and her eyes grew wide as she turned away in fright and disgust and wretched on the floor. Mr. Cake reached for his wife and dragged her away, shielding her from the sight. They scrambled out of the kitchen. They left Pinkie Pie giggling in a pool of her own blood, her body mutilated and crusting from the blood, her teeth glistening red, and her eyes black as night. Empty. Her eyes sockets were empty and blood oozed disturbingly from the two round orifices. Her soul had been sucked out through its' gateways, leaving nothing. Pinkie Pie lay there whispering meaningless words as her body decayed and Gummy curled up next to her to sleep.
"Good night...Mommy...Daddy...I love you...I'm going home...death...death...hahaha..."
Pinkie Pie stared unseeingly and waited for death. It did not come.
