Canterlot’s Institution for the Criminally Insane

Just the name sounds convoluted and foreboding enough to put a tinge of fear into the bravest souls. However, most of the minds here were already too long gone to know the difference between scary and happy. The entire, dimly lit building was home to several hundred of Equestria’s mentally unstable stallion’s and mares that had committed several terrifying crimes.

The facility was composed of mainly two types of inmates. Your slightly damaged pony, the one that would just do terrible things just for the sake of doing them. No real personal gain is obtained from his acts, he just does it because why in Tartarus not? Murder? Arson? Rape? Sure, he has a minute.

And then there were the REAL crazies. Ponies who were both physically and mentally destroyed; most of them acted more like animals than actual ponies, barking and snarling like mad dogs, constantly crouching low to the ground. There was often saliva dripping from their mouth filled with damaged teeth. These were the ponies that were simply too dangerous to society to be let out into the world.

However, this little slice of Tartarus has a new resident.

Two of Celestia’s royal guards trotted alongside the shackled pony while two more trotted in the front. These two were unicorns who had their magic ready to open fire upon the new prisoner should she try anything funny.

Funny…

But they shouldn’t waste their energy. She had no intentions of trying to escape. It’s not because she thought she would be caught in an instant should she try to do so, no.

She truly believed she deserved to be here.

The guards had made it to a big, metal door with a large sign above it which read in big, bold letters, “Solitary Confinement”. One of the unicorn guards trotted to it and knocked. A small window on the door slid open, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes staring back.

“You got her?” a voice, presumably the same owner of the eyes asked from the other side. The guard moved out of the way to reveal the asylum’s newest inmate. She was a bright pink Earth Pony with large, cerulean blue but utterly sad eyes, and a big, poofy pink mane.

Pinkamena Diane “Pinkie” Pie.

Or if you wanted to refer to her more infamous name.

“The Baker”

The window slid shut and several sounds of locks being unlocked could be heard from the other side. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a brown, unicorn stallion wearing a green, hospital uniform. The stallion gestured for the guards to come in, which they did, still surrounding Pinkie on all sides.

“So, this is the famous Baker? Never figured the Element of Laughter would’ve done something like that.” The stallion said.

“Don’t let her overly happy, shit-eating grin fool you doctor. That’s how she lures you in. She tricks you into being her friend one second, and then the next you’re shackled to a table, limbs broken, organs harvested, and completely skinned. She’s a sadistic monster.” One of the guards said.

“Sounds like my ex-wife.” Another one said, trying to provide a bit of comic relief from the grim circumstances. The other guards chuckled at their associate’s joke, while the doctor took a good examination of Pinkie.

“Hmmm. Vital signs appear to be normal. Patient looks like she has suffered a few minor lacerations in the past few hours…” The stallion looked at Pinkie’s face. She didn’t look sick, evil, or monstrous. She didn’t look like the kind of pony that would’ve done something so horrible.

She just looked...broken.

Sad…Like she had regretted ever being born.

The doctor took his eyes off Pinkie’s almost immediately and shook his head.

‘Worry about that later. Can’t afford to get attached to somepony like this yet.’ he thought to himself.

The group approached one of the prison cells. The doctor used his magic to levitate a pair of keys into the keyhole and unlocked it. The door was open, and one of the guards pushed Pinkie in.

“Get in there bitch!” he yelled as he shoved Pinkie forward, causing her to stumble in, the door almost immediately shutting behind her. Pinkie looked back at the guards, continuing her miserable stare, a few tears starting to form in her eyes. She still said nothing, but the look on her face said everything.

The stallions gave a disgusted huff and stomped back down the hallway to the exit to the Solitary Confinement wing.

“Shameful. If it were my decision I would’ve just fried her.” Pinkie could hear one of them say.

The unicorn doctor looked back at Pinkie, still noticing that broken expression.

‘…She looks so upset…Is she actually showing remorse?’ The stallion asked himself.

“Hey…don’t feel like talking?” he asked.

Pinkie answered with a quick head-shake and nothing more, looking to the ground now.

“…Well, anyway Ms. Pie, my name is Doctor Heart. I’m here to give you the help you need. We’ll be doing patient interviews tomorrow, alright?” he asked in a comforting tone. Pinkie still said nothing but continued to look at the floor.

“…Alright…I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then…” Doctor Heart said before turning around and disappearing from Pinkie’s line of sight.

Save from the many other unfortunate souls in Solitary Confinement that were reaching through their bars, begging for release from their cells, Pinkie was by herself now for the most part.

She trotted over to the single bed in the corner of the room, which was heavily stained and reeked of urine. Nevertheless, it was where Pinkie was intended to sleep from now on, so she crawled inside anyway and curled up into a small, pink ball of fur.

The memories of her past crimes had come rushing back to her now. The constant stream of torment she was put under as she watched her “Other” viciously slaughtered dozens of innocent ponies just for the taste alone. She remembered the screaming which pounded away at her subconscious, pleading, BEGGING for her to stop this madness.

As stated earlier, this institution has two kinds of crazies. The casuals and the extremes.

Pinkie was neither.

Normally, Pinkie was an overly happy, energetic, and sugar-loving mare who loved to see her friends smile, almost as much as smiling herself.

But there was something…no. SOMEPONY else inside of the mind of Pinkie. Somepony so incredibly twisted and evil that Pinkie had cursed the existence of this monster from the day she was born.

Her name was Pinkamena.

And she likes cupcakes.

Pinkie grabbed onto the nearby pillow and started stifle a few sniffles.

“W-why? Why couldn’t I keep her under control? If only I had kept her in, Dashie would still-“ Pinkie stopped midsentence when she remembered that fateful day. Throughout Pinkamena’s cupcake baking sessions, Pinkie had been forced to watch EVERY SINGLE HARVESTING from the inside of her mind as Pinkamena, who was currently controlling her body, did the dirty deed.

But one of those horrible days stood out to Pinkie above all the rest.

The day “Dashie’s number came up.”

That one harvesting has plagued her dreams for weeks, giving Pinkie terrible nightmares from the day Pinkamena brutally murdered one of her best friends…

Pinkamena smiled at her handiwork that she had completed in the past few hours. She had finally finished sewing on the newest addition to her dress. A cyan hide with a rainbow-colored lightning bolt Cutie-Mark. She lifted the dress up in front of her smiling, blood-stained face and nodded in approval.

“Oh, I love it! Thank you so much for the new mark Dashie!” Pinkamena said in a happy and up-beat tone. She looked to the wingless shape of Rainbow Dash staring blankly back at her with cold, lifeless eyes. The hide was still intact and she appeared to be over-stuffed, hence the slight bloating in her legs and chest, and her mouth had been sewn shut.

Pinkamena frowned and shook her head.

“Now Dashie, it’s rude for you not to answer your best buddy in the whole wide world when she’s talking to you. Let me guess, still mad about the whole, “Turning you into cupcakes” thing? I thought you would have gotten over that by now. No need to give me the silent treatment.” Pinkamena said without a single hint of regret in her voice.

Pinkamena took notice once again of Dash’s eyes. The way they stared at her, silently judging her, as if to say “I’m really disappointed in you.”

Suddenly Pinkamena’s head started to hurt. BADLY. Like the kind of pain you would get after eating too much ice cream in one bite.

Only about a million times worse.

Of course, this always happens whenever Pinkie starts to talk from her head.

‘She’s dead! You murdered my best friend! What can you possibly have to be so happy about?!’ Pinkie yelled from inside her head.

“Oh be quiet cry-baby Pinkie Pie. It wasn’t that bad. Her screaming was a little louder than I like, but we got to spend her last moments with her, and that’s all that matters.” Pinkamena scolded.

‘How can you be so casual about this?! What kind of monster finds happiness from doing this to innocent ponies?!’

Pinkamena rolled her eyes.

“You’re just like Rainbow, you know that? Always whining and moaning like a little foal. Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed that I have to share a body with YOU.” Pinkamena said.

‘Look at what you’ve done! You’ve turned me into this…this…BEAST that children hide from in the dark! You’ve taken so many of my friends away, and now Dashie too! I HATE YOU!’ Pinkie screamed.

Pinkamena giggled and pulled the stuffed Rainbow close to her.

“Don’t be silly Pinkie. Dashie’s right here, see? She hasn’t gone anywhere.” Pinkamena laughed.

That was more than just a recurring nightmare Pinkie had. It was reality. That “argument”, if you could call it that, happened only a few short hours after Rainbow Dash’s harvesting, and Pinkie has been in paralyzing agony ever since, completely racked with guilt.

She clung tighter onto the pillow, trying to imagine it as Rainbow’s comforting embrace, telling her everything would be okay. Everything would turn out all right like it always has.

“I-I’m so sorry Dashie….I’m so so sorry I couldn’t stop her. I tried! I really really tried to stop her!” Pinkie wailed. Her crying was interrupted by the sound of what appeared to be giggling.

In her own voice.

‘Oh, don’t cry Pinkie. You still have ME remember?’ Pinkamena said from inside her mind.

Pinkie’s teeth clenched in complete anger as her hate began to take over.

“Go away! Leave me alone you monster!” Pinkie yelled.

Pinkamena sounded like she did a quick ‘Tsk Tsk’

‘And here I thought you’d be happy to hear from yourself again after all this time. I thought we were friends.’ Pinkamena said.

“I got rid of you for a reason! You killed my friend! You’re the reason I’m all alone now! You’re the reason my friends all hate me! And it’s because of you THAT DASHIE’S DEAD!” Pinkie screamed.

‘Look, you may not want to hear this, but you can’t get rid of me. EVER. Get up and go look in that mirror over there. Pretty pleeeease?!’ Pinkamena asked.

Pinkie was slightly hesitant but did as she was told. She got up from her tainted and foul-smelling bed and trotted over to the mirror above the sink on the opposite side of the room. Looking directly into it, she let out a loud gasp.

There, staring back at her, were the insane and sinister eyes of Pinkamena. She was wearing that same, horrifying monstrosity of a dress that she always wore while she worked, but with a few even more horrifying changes. She appeared to be wearing a tiara made from unicorn horns in addition to the necklace. Also on her chest was the same piece of golden armor that Pinkie recognized as Princess Celestia’s. Also sewn onto the back of her dress were a few more wings as well as the ones from before, again belonging to Celestia’s and another pair belonging to Luna. Also around her neck appeared to be a scarf made from the manes of past ponies.

Pinkie knew for a fact that that terrible abomination of clothing had been taken as evidence, so she really couldn’t understand why she was seeing her “Other” wearing it.

‘Hehehehehe. See Pinkie? I’ll always be your friend. I might be just tucked up inside your head right now, but don’t worry. I’ll be out soon enough.’ Pinkamena giggled.

Pinkie immediately punched the reflection in the face, only shattering the mirror in doing so. Shards of glass dug into her hoof and blood started to ooze out of it, and slowly dripping to the floor.

‘Now Pinkie, you should know that breaking a mirror gives you bad luck. I thought you knew better.’ Pinkamena chuckled.

Pinkie laid out onto the cold, hard floor of her cell, tightly holding her bleeding hoof.

“No. No. Nononononono. You won’t get out. I won’t let you!” Pinkie screamed back.

‘Oh c’mon Pinkie. You know how this work’s don’t you? All I really have to do is just break your will to fight me. It’s kind of like baking see? Leave a cupcake in the oven for too long…go ahead, say it.' Pinkamena said.

“…It burns.” Pinkie whispered.

Author's Note

And there it is. The first chapter of my fan-made Cupcakes sequel.

Obviously in this version, Pinkie has a split personality. Her usual, happy and friend- loving self (though that part of her is now pretty much destroyed by the guilt), and Pinkamena...if you've read Cupcakes then you know what that means.

Oh, and that dress Pinkie saw in her reflection was a figment of her imagination, of what she thought would happen if she hadn't gotten rid of Pinkamena. More on that next chapter...that is, if you guys want another one.