When The Clock Stops

by Touch of Darkness

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Tragedy, Pinkie Pie
Length: 1575

It all started with very special Cupcakes. Those had been Pinkie's heydays, where the art had excited her. Now she has stopped, sick of herself. However, like it or not, a murderer is a murderer, and that urge never leaves. Ever.

Rainbow Dash hadn't been the first, nor was she the last. Pinkie continued to make her special Cupcakes long after she had mutilated her friend. However, she began to grow tired of the act, and soon became sickened of all that she had done. After some time spent in depression, she came back out of her shell, and tried to become normal again.

She succeeded, for the most part. The scars of those days never left her, but she at least has a way to overlook them. But, her mind has never left the idea of premeditated murder. It haunts Pinkie, and no matter how hard she tries, it never leaves her. Finally, she can't stop it from breaking through. Once again, she is thrown into the back seat, where she watches her life spiral down beyond repair.

One Shot split into Two Chapters.

P.S. I am in no way affiliated or working with Sergeant Sprinkles, the creator of Cupcakes. If he sees this fic and wants it taken down due to perhaps copyright infringement (I don't know!), I will do so without hesitation.

Published 2014-03-24 23:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-24 23:50:03 UTC

Sharp Things Beat Heart

Pinkie lay in bed with Twilight. She was looking into Twilight's eyes, and Twilight was looking into hers. Twilight ran a hoof through her mane.

"You can tell me anything, Pinkie. I am all ears.", she said. Pinkie didn't say a word. She had all but forgotten what she had wanted to say to her marefriend in the first place. Only one thought coursed through her mind.

DO IT! DOOOOOO IIIITTT!, cried the recesses of her mind. Pinkie writhed under the grip of her own soul, of her own conscience. Things had taken a turn for the worst. She was losing this battle, and she knew. She was paralyzed, rooted in place. Her hoof twitched in anticipation of what she was about to do. She fought, fought until she couldn't fight anymore. A wave of nausea swept over her, and she blacked out for a second. When she regained consciousness, she wasn't in control anymore. She became aware that she had begun to smile.

"I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. I would be nowhere without you, Twilight.", the thing controlling her said. Twilight smiled in the way Pinkie had fell in love with, but whatever controlled her now was not victim to sympathy. It leaned her body forward, and Pinkie became vaguely aware of the familiar feeling of lips touching lips. She saw Twilight close her eyes, and knew that this was the point of no return.

I am so sorry Twilight..., she thought. A clock ticked somewhere, it's metronomic clicks in perfect time with Pinkie's heart. Her mind kept count of the seconds, timing each one to its best advantage. Then, Pinkie made her move. Her hoof swung forward with amazing speed and impaled something inside Twilight's belly. Twilight's eyes shot open and she let out a choked shriek. Pinkie, still smiling, muffled Twilight with her hoof.

"Hush now dearie. We wouldn't want to wake the neighbors, would we?", she asked sardonically. Twilight only closed her eyes, and let the tears flow down her face. Pinkie began to twist the object she had in her hoof, moving it in circles, ever increasing the size of the puncture wound. She began to kiss the tears off Twilight's face, enjoying the salty agony that each one carried.

"Why, Pinkie...", Twilight asked weakly. Her purple eyes were losing their glow, and Pinkie reveled in the fact that she was watching her lover fade away right in front of her eyes.

"All in the name of art." Pinkie tested the puncture wound, and finding the size to her liking, began to push her hoof inside. Twilight, barely conscious due to shock, only twitched. Pinkie felt the warmth of blood on her hoof, and mercilessly yanked it out of Twilight. She licked the blood off her hoof, and closed her eyes as the steely taste stimulated her senses. She licked her lips, and looked at Twilight, her maniacal smile never once leaving her face. "Have you ever wondered what you taste like, Twilight?" She shoved her hoof in Twilight's face, smearing blood over her mouth and nose. Seeing that it wasn't working to well, she covered Twilight's nose with her free hoof. "You are going to have to breathe at some point." As Pinkie had predicted, Twilight began to struggle for breath. Pinkie swung herself on top of Twilight, and forced her head into the pillows, effectively giving Twilight only two options: open her mouth or suffocate. Twilight, not one in favor of suffocation, opened her mouth and sucked in a big breath, only to have it stuffed with Pinkie's hoof. For a second, there was silence, and Pinkie heard the clock once more. It had slowed, it's ticks becoming long and lethargic.

"Inkie...op...ease...", Twilight cried out quietly around Pinkie's hoof.

"Fine." Pinkie was satisfied anyway. She had pulled out her hoof clean, knowing that Twilight had tasted her own blood. "I will just get back to work down here." Once again, Pinkie mercilessly shoved her hoof inside the hole she had made inside Twilight. Finding the sharp object she had used in the first place, she began to stab around in Twilight's stomach. She pulled out the object finding a few various body parts skewered to it. "Look Twilight! It's a You shishkebab!" Pinkie laughed delightedly, full of excited energy. Twilight didn't open her eyes. Pinkie did not like this. She reached forward and slammed her hoof into one of Twilight's eyes. Twilight reacted fairly quickly, and brought her hooves up to that eye.

"Wha-"

"I SAID LOOK, DAMMIT!", Pinkie shouted viciously. Twilight opened her other eye, only to close it again right after seeing the horrific creation Pinkie had made. "That's a good girl." Chucking the organs aside, she plunged the object back inside Twilight, once again probing around. A sick idea entered her mind, and she began twirling the object around inside Twilight. When she pulled it out, both intestines were wrapped around it, like some nightmarish pasta. "This is interesting! Twilight, look!" Twilight didn't respond. "Twilight?" She realized that the clock had nearly stopped ticking. Time was slowing down. Pinkie wrapped the intestines around Twilight's neck like a scarf. Then she looked at Twilight's chest. She brought the sharp object up. It was indistinguishable under blood and pieces of organs. She waited for a second, listened to that ever slowing clock. Then, she brought the object sharply down, and buried it into Twilight's heart. The clock skipped, and then stopped. Pinkie marveled at her work. She pulled the object out of Twilight's chest, and licked all the dripping blood and organ bits off of it. Then, she felt a change, like something was fighting up her stomach and into her throat. She dropped the object, and fell to the floor, cringing. Then, the thing that so desperately wanted to escape from her did just so. Pinkie screamed, a long, pained scream. Tears began to pour out of her eyes. She began to get up, barely keeping her balance. She picked up the object, and then went over to Twilight's body. She managed to pick it up, and carried it to a window. She set it down on the floor, and stared out the window. The moon was full, and shone bright, filling the night with light. Pinkie looked back down at Twilight. She brought the object up to her throat and slit it, falling on top of Twilight. As the last ounces of life dripped from her body, and everything began to fade, Pinkie wrapped her hooves around Twilight's body, and put her head in the crook of Twilight's neck.

"See you on the other side Twilight..."

The Other Side

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