When The Clock Stops

Silent blackness. That's what Pinkie saw. A silent blackness too thick and too dark to be home to any life. Pinkie tried to add sound, tried to populate this blackness with her thoughts. Nothing worked. It was a blackness devoid of sound, or color, or emotion. It was a terrifying darkness. However, there was one thing in this darkness. Pinkie caught onto it as she began to strain her mind. The blackness was not devoid of sound, nor was it devoid of life. Inside this blackness lay a monster. A monster that was caged up. It scratched at it's cage. It shrieked and screamed and growled. It banged against the bars of its prison trying to get out, trying to escape. Pinkie had the keys to this monster's cage. She knew that she had to keep it inside its cage. However, she began to question her job. She was dead. The monster couldn't hurt anypony, for the monster was linked to her. Why not let the monster out? Even if it did something to her in this limbo, it would be stuck here, a prison worse than the one it was in. It's prison had warmth and color and light. Pinkie moved toward the sound of the monster. She knew where to find it. She came upon a single blue balloon. It floated of its own accord, not tied to anything but still staying in one spot. Pinkie lifted up the key, and moved it towards the balloon. She faltered for a second, questioning her logic, if only to wonder why she was doing what she was doing. Then, she thrust the key into the balloon, and it popped. Pinkie felt something leap upon her, and she didn't struggle. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen. She was to be damned forever, sent to the pits of a hellish underworld filled with fire and suffering. That is where she belonged for doing what she had done. When the teeth of the beast closed around her neck, her eyes shot open.

A chair met her gaze. A chair, which belonged to a table, which belonged to a room. Pinkie didn't know exactly where she was. She got up from the chair she was at, and looked around. The room she was in was vaguely familiar. She saw a staircase. I am home...I just need to get to sleep. She headed towards the staircase, but stopped at the foot of it. She felt a weird feeling go up her spine, and she turned around. Sitting on the table was a corkscrew, with a note that read:

Just in case you want a drink. See you in the morning, sleepy head!

Love,

Twilight