Dark Laughter

"Serves you right for trying to change Pinkie Pie," Pinkie snarled at the late Nurse Redheart. The nurse's throat and flanks were ripped apart, red liquid staining the white, tiled floor. Pinkie leaned over and lapped up the blood with her tongue. She didn't need it anymore, but sweet Celestia, the taste of pony blood was amazing. Yes...sweet Celestia. Pinkie wondered what Celestia's blood would taste like. And what Twilight's blood would taste like, and Applejack, and Rarity, and Rainbow Dash...Pinkie licked her lips in anticipation.

"Is everything alright here? I heard some screams..." a male voice echoed through the hallways. Pinkie's pupils shrunk as she heard the hoofsteps of a doctor entering the room.

"Redheart? Sweet Celestia, Redheart!" The doctor shrieked like a filly, rushing to the side of his dead partner. He shook her, trying to wake her up, but it was to no avail.

"She was delicious," Pinkie giggled, advancing on the doctor while baring her bloody fangs. "You'll be joining her soon!"

"NO!" the doctor screamed as Pinkie pounced on him, her fangs tearing into his flesh. Pinkie shredded his flank and legs, sucking up all the crimson blood that poured. Still alive, the doctor moaned in pain. It sounded like he was pleading for Pinkie to end his torture.

"Not yet, friend," Pinkie chuckled, her sharp teeth grazing his throat. "You made my best friend Fluttershy suffer...now you'll suffer, too!" Pinkie tore off his ears with audible rips as the flesh frayed and finally split. Then, she ignored his pitiful wails as she ripped his eyes out of their sockets. "You won't want to see or hear what pony hell is like, so I'm doing you a favor!" Finally, to finish him off, Pinkie sunk her fangs deep into his neck, piercing arteries that gushed warm blood straight down her esophagus. The doctor's body went cold and limp as the life bled out of him.

"Aw, that's no fun," Pinkie pouted at the corpse. "All the blood's cold now!" She licked up more of the quickly-enlarging puddles on the floor, her tongue making long, red streaks. Once her belly was full, Pinkie used her bloodied hooves to open the window in the room, and she catapulted herself into the evening sky. Gone without a sound. Except for the reverberating screams as the hospital staff found their dead peers.

Pinkie Pie flew through the night. She did flips, dives, and spins, her bat wings flapping in perfect rhythm. The wind whistled through her mane, making it even more disheveled than usual. As the warm morning sun rose above the hills, Pinkie grew tired. Good. She was still on a bat-pony's sleeping schedule. Yawning, Pinkie landed in a tree, rustling the branch and hearing tiny screeches as a bunch of puny, dark figures swooped around her head. Vampire fruit bats, Pinkie realized. She sniffed the air, and with her improved sense of smell, she caught a huge whiff of apples. She was at the vampire fruit bat reserve at Sweet Apple Acres!

"Hello, little bats!" Pinkie giggled. "Guess I'm a lot like you now, huh?"

The vampire fruit bats stopped swooping around Pinkie's head. They flew closer and tentatively sniffed her. Sure enough, she smelled like a vampire fruit bat...but what was that strong smell coming off of her breath? And why was her fur stained red?

Realizing that she was covered in blood, and had consumed large amounts of it, the vampire fruit bats squeaked in fear and flitted farther away.

Pinkie frowned. "What's wrong, little bats? F-Fluttershy told me that you sucked blood."

The bats glanced at each other, unsure. One large, old grey bat flew forward and let out a series of shrill squeaks. Pinkie was pleased to see that she could almost understand what he was saying. She could speak bat language!

"Suck blood, yes, but for hungry times," the old bat said.

All the other bats murmured in agreement, "Hungry times, hungry times..."

The old bat spoke up again. "We not enjoy blood. We not drink it for..." he searched for the right word, "pleasure."

"Oh," Pinkie averted her eyes from the piercing gazes of the vampire fruit bats' amber eyes. "Um, well, I can't really stay with the ponies anymore, so can I...you know, join you guys?"

"Why no stay with ponies?" One little bat asked.

Pinkie shuffled her wings in embarrassment. "Well, I kinda sorta...murdered three ponies."

The bats gasped and screamed. "Drink p-pony blood?!" the old bat exclaimed.

"Yeah..."

"Forbidden! Forbidden!" The bats chanted.

"I-I'm sorry!" Pinkie cried. "I didn't know!"

"Drinking pony blood is highest crime," the old bat reprimanded. "If hungry, we drink small animal blood. Punishment for drinking pony blood is banishment."

"B-banishment?" Pinkie repeated.

"Banish her! Banish her!" the bats chorused.

"I'm sorry!" Pinkie sniffled. "I didn't know! Please don't banish me!"

"Leave now," the old bat snarled. "You may not join us. Never return."

"Leave now! Never return!"

Holding back tears, Pinkie opened her wings and flew away. She soared over the apple trees, her teardrops splashing the ground below. She didn't belong anywhere, with ponies or with bats.

What had she done?

In her grief, Pinkie hadn't been paying attention to where she was flying. She was now soaring high above Ponyville, high enough so that ponies wouldn't recognize her from the ground. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. Anypony waking up now would look outside, and think, Today is going to be a great day! They didn't know of the bat-pony who flew up above in the clear blue sky. Her sky was black and gloomy. Pinkamena Diane Pie. Bat-pony. Mutant. Outcast.

Murderer.

The ponies were already looking for her, Pinkie was sure. When they found her, she would get the death penalty. There was no denying it this time. But unlike before, Pinkie didn't even care. She had killed ponies. Her best friend was gone.

Her life wasn't worth living anymore.

Pinkie Pie found herself flying higher and higher, up to where the air was thin and it was hard to breathe. Pinkie hovered in midair, her wings flapping constantly. She could do it. She could fold her wings, plummet to the ground below and take her own life. She could end it all. She could be with Fluttershy again.

But would Fluttershy even accept her in the afterlife? After all she had done? Pinkie remembered how Fluttershy thought that she was monster. No, Fluttershy, I'm the monster, Pinkie thought with melancholy. I want to be with you again...but I know it's too late for you to forgive me. I can only hope that you'll find it in your heart to come to me again when I'm no longer alive...

"Goodbye, everypony. Goodbye Mom, Dad, Maud and Marble and Limestone. Goodbye Twilight, goodbye Applejack, goodbye Rarity, goodbye Dashie. Goodbye...Fluttershy. Goodbye to everypony whom I ever brought a smile to their face, goodbye to everypony who considered me their friend. Goodbye, world. This is the end."

Pinkie folded her wings.