Pinkamena sat on her haunches in the darkness of Sugarcube Corner’s basement, staring at the still-unconscious body of Rainbow Dash, who she had just managed to get to her lair and shackle her to the wooden rack. She patiently awaited for her prey to regain consciousness so the party could begin. She could hardly contain the excitement she was feeling as she waited.

“Ooooh I can’t wait! I finally get to have Rainbow down here to help me bake! It’s going to be soooo fun!” Pinkamena giggled.

She then trotted to the other side of the room where she began to look over all the necessary tools she would need for the upcoming harvesting, which were all on a small cart.

“Okay let’s see now. Scalpels? Check. Hack saw? Check. Butcher knife? Check. Pinkie out of the pict-“ Pinkamena then felt a sharp pain growing in her skull, which caused her to immediately fall to her knees, her hooves grabbing hold of the sides of her head, trying to work through the pain.

“…Not Check.” Pinkamena grumbled in slight annoyance.

‘No! You can’t do this to Dashie! She has done NOTHING to you!’ Pinkie screamed.

Pinkamena tried to ignore the growing pain in her forehead and to get her other half to be quiet.

“Pinkie, now is not a good time for this. I was just about to start.” Pinkamena said.

‘I can’t let you do this anymore Pinkamena! It was horrible enough that you would do this to everypony else but RAINBOW TOO?!’ Pinkie yelled.

“That’s just the way the cupcake crumbles Pinkie. A pony’s number comes up, then they “Donate” themselves to help make cupcakes. Dashie’s number just happened to come up, and well, I don’t make the rules.” Pinkamena retorted.

‘BULLSHIT! WHO ELSE WOULD MAKE THESE SICK RULES?!?!’ Pinkie was practically in hysterics now, taking out any rage she had on the situation on the bane of her existence.

“…Touché Pinkie Pie, but you should really watch that language of yours. It’s so unbecoming of a party pony to use such words. I’d probably cut your tongue out like I did to Gilda if we didn’t share a body.” Pinkamena replied, shakily getting to her hooves.

Pinkamena’s ears perked up as she heard Rainbow start to groan as she started to regain consciousness.

‘Oh no…’ Pinkie whimpered after her shared eyes with Pinkamena laid eyes on the shuffling Rainbow Dash, who was only held in place by the leather straps on her limbs and chest.

The un-ending smile on Pinkamena’s face grew wider at the sight.

“Hold that thought; Dashie’s waking up! It’s almost time to start!” Pinkamena cheered as she pulled a cloth over the cart of tools and started to skip over in Rainbow’s direction, before being stopped by another blinding headache, which made her eyes start to twitch.

‘NO! DON’T HURT HER! PLEASE! SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND!’ Pinkie had been reduced to begging at this point, desperately trying to save her friend from dying at Pinkamena’s hoof.

Pinkamena sighed in mild annoyance.

“Sorry Pinkie, but you’re starting to be a bad little filly, and I can’t have you ruining this one. It is just FAR too special an occasion. So nothing personal, but I’m going to have to shut you up.” Pinkamena said. She held her hooves to the sides of her head and began to concentrate really hard.

Pinkie could feel Pinkamena starting to seal her away. Doing so would force Pinkie to helplessly watch as Pinkamena would slowly kill her friend, and none of her pleading would even be heard.

‘STOP! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME WATCH ONE OF THESE WRETCHED HARVESTINGS AGAIN! JUST LEAVE DASHIE ALONE!’ Pinkie begged, starting to lose her grip on her voice.

Pinkamena didn’t pay her any heed. She continued to seal Pinkie away in the depths of her mind. She wasn’t going to let something as trivial as Pinkie’s tears interfere with her baking session with Rainbow Dash.

And finally after a few moments, and a few more screams from Pinkie…

She was silenced.

“Ahhhh sweet relief. That’ll keep her out of my hair while I have my time with Dashie.” Pinkamena giggled. She then noticed the now-slightly awake Rainbow Dash starting to shift her eyes around in the darkness.

“Wha-“ Rainbow Dash mumbled, obviously very confused about her current situation.

Pinkamena then decided to make her presence known and popped up right into Rainbow’s field of vision, making her noticeably flinch.

“Goodie, you’re awake! Now we can get started!” Pinkamena said happily, before heading back to the other side of the room and pushing her tool cart into view.

“Pinkie, what’s going on? I can’t move!” Dash exclaimed.

Pinkamena rolled her eyes and shook her head at Dash’s obvious statement.

“Well duh, that’s because you’re tied down. That’s why you can’t move. I didn’t think you needed to be told that.” Pinkamena said.

“But why? What’s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.” Dash said.

Pinkamena’s sinister grin grew even wider. She always loved this part where her “helpers” were questioning her motives like this.

It made them so adorable.

“You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.” Pinkamena said in a menacing tone.

Rainbow looked like she was starting to sweat, and her chest began to rise and fall with every quick breath she took.

“S-Special ingredient? W-What special ingredient?” Dash asked, slightly afraid to hear the answer.

Pinkamena mentally facehoofed.

‘She really hasn’t put two and two together yet? Guess Pegasi really are featherbrains. Oh well, time for the dramatic payoff.’ Pinkamena thought to herself.

“You, silly!” Pinkamena giggled.

Pinkie had sat back on the bed in her cell, quietly licking the blood off of her injured hoof and pulling broken glass out of it with her teeth while she collected her thoughts.

Pinkie had been forced to sit idly by and watch Pinkamena’s many killings, but that one was without a single shadow of a doubt in her mind, the worst. That look on Rainbow Dash’s face, she would never forget. A look of absolute terror upon realizing her fate, and even starting to fall into a pit of denial for a moment.

Before Pinkamena went to work on her.

Now, thanks to HER, Pinkie was damned to a life of miserable loneliness, longing only to keep herself from hurting anypony else if Pinkamena were to take control again.

And so she just stared at the dull greyness of a wall that stood across from her, her face completely empty of expression; though if one were to look deeply into the eyes of this poor, tortured soul, one would see a very regretful and alone mare that only wanted to have friends again.

But they’d also see something else.

The demented, dilated pupils of a psychopath. Wanting only to taste the blood of her victims on her tongue.

Pinkie was snapped out of her trance by the sound of a guard banging on the metal barred doors of her cell.

“Pie! Get up! You got patient interviews now!” he said. Pinkie looked behind the guard and saw there were three more waiting to escort her.

Without a hint of hesitation, Pinkie got off of her tainted bed and trotted to the door. The guard used his magic to levitate a pair of keys to the lock, turned it, and opened it up. One of the other guards used their unicorn magic to shackle a pair of hoof-cuffs onto Pinkie’s forehooves and urged her forward and into the hallway.

Just like before, two unicorns watched her front path and charged their magic, ready to fire as they walked.

The former party pony was roughly pushed forward by one of the guards, who clearly showed no empathy for her current state.

She didn’t really blame him.

As they made their way out of solitary confinement to the interview room, Pinkie could hear one of the guards telling one of the other ones about her previous crimes.

“-And there were intestines hanging from the ceiling, this sick dress made from ponies’ body parts, and a few heads. Belonging to FOALS.” He said.

His associate, who Pinkie noticed looked like he was going to throw up, looked at Pinkie with a look of disgust mixed with nausea.

“You sick fuck. Scum like you deserve to be burned at the stake.” He growled.

His words tore a hole into Pinkie’s soul. She knew she wasn’t really the one who did all those things, but she still felt terrible. Like she could have done something to keep Pinkamena from ending these innocent ponies’ lives.

And she hated herself for not being able to stop it.

The group had made it to a large set of double doors, this one didn’t appear to lock. The guards used their magic to open it and pushed through.

In sharp contrast to the rest of the facility, this room was a bright white instead of a dark grey. It was windowless, just like everywhere else, and was almost completely empty except for a single table in the middle of the room with two chairs, and a few fluorescent lights flickering in the ceiling.

At the table sat the same unicorn stallion from the previous day, Doctor Heart. He had on the table what appeared to be a tape recorder, and a clipboard and quill levitating in his magical grasp.

“Ah yes, Ms. Pie. Come here and have a seat. We have much to discuss.” Doctor Heart said with some pretty unnatural cheerfulness considering the circumstances.

“You want us to stand watch here?” one of the guards asked.

Doctor Heart shook his head.

“No no. That won’t be necessary. Though the warden has ordered that the cuffs stay on whenever we do these interviews.” He said.

The guards nodded and headed back out the door, but not before one of them shot Pinkie a death glare, which sent a shiver down the pink pony’s spine.

“Look, I’m sorry about their behavior. They may think they’re in the right to threaten you while they’re on the job, but never mind them. I on the other hoof am here to help you.” Doctor Heart insisted.

Pinkie trotted to the table and sat in the chair.

“But listen, I’m going to need you to speak up. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” He said.

Pinkie really didn’t want to talk, but was a little grateful for some interaction with another pony that wasn’t going to insult or threaten her, or prey to Celestia for her death.

So she complied.

“…Hello Doctor.” She mumbled.

Doctor Heart nodded in satisfaction and turned on the tape recorder on the table.

“Taped patient interview number 4136. Patient’s name is Pinkamena Diane “Pinkie” Pie; under the alias of “The Baker”.” Doctor Heart said almost robotically. Pinkie figured he must have done a ton of these things before.

“So Ms. Pie, how have things been?” he asked.

Pinkie almost wanted to punch this stallion in the face for asking something as stupid and obvious as that.

“…I’ve had better days.” She mumbled.

“Oh? Would you mind telling me what ails you?” He asked.

“I’m responsible for the deaths of dozens of ponies and you question why I feel so bad?”

“Oh yes…Listen about those. You don’t quite strike me as the type of pony that would do all those things. You don’t look nearly…happy enough to add that much…flair to your home. Are you just now starting to feel bad about all of it?” Doctor Heart asked.

Pinkie shook her head.

“No Doctor…I’ve always felt the pain. And with every murder it only got worse.” Pinkie said sadly.

Doctor Heart didn’t seem to understand, displayed by the confused look on his face.

“Always? Then tell me. Exactly WHY did you continue your acts if it made you feel so terrible?”

“…Because I wasn’t the one that committed the murders.”

Doctor Heart looked even more confused than before.

“Pardon?”

“Well, not in the way you would think. I DID kill those ponies, but at the same time, I didn’t. SHE did.” Pinkie said, putting emphasis on the word “she”.

“And, who exactly is SHE?” Doctor Heart asked.

Pinkie seemed even more hesitant to speak than ever.

“…Pinkamena.” She said in a grim tone.

“Pinkamena? But isn’t that yourself?”

“NO! I am NOTHING like HER!” Pinkie yelled, jumping out of her seat and slamming her front fore-hooves on the table.

Doctor Heart didn’t appear to be fazed after seeing quite a few hostile reactions out of inmates before, and simply raised his hoof.

“Ms. Pie. Please just try to relax. I’ll try and make as much sense as I can out of your situation, but I am going to need your full cooperation to do so. Now can you please sit down?” Doctor Heart asked nicely.

Pinkie was completely shocked. Nopony had been this understanding since she had been found out. Every one of her friends had hated her for what she’d done. Heck, not even her own sisters tolerated her anymore.

Pinkie slowly sat back down in her seat and started to shed a few tears.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled like that. It’s just…I HATE her.” Pinkie managed to stutter in between her sobs.

Doctor wanted badly to just pat the mare on the back to comfort her, but regulation forbid him from touching patients in any way. That was reserved strictly for medical doctors, not psychologists.

“Just let it all out Pinkie…I know it may hurt right now, but I need you to tell me as much as you can.” He said in a comforting tone.

Pinkie wiped her muzzle with a cuffed hoof and sniffled.

“A-Alright. I-I’ll try…You see, what you’re looking at right now is only PART of me. I used to be a really happy and friendly pony. I had everything a pony could want. Great friends and family. A nice home. I had it all…but then Pinkamena took all that from me.” She said.

“Go on”

“Pinkamena is everything I hate about myself. Everything I was, she was NOT. Only one thing REALLY matters to Pinkamena. The slaughter of innocents for her own tasting pleasure…S-she h-hurt a lot of ponies. She stuck me into the back of my mind while she did it all, so my begging for her to cease her actions always fell on deaf ears…I-I had to watch EVERYTHING. I-I just wanted it to stop.” She said, a few more tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

“So, this “Pinkamena”…you say she took over your body whenever she did these things? And you had no control over your own body? Well tell me, what was the final straw for you? Why has she not taken over since the last murder?” Doctor Heart asked.

Again, Pinkie seemed reluctant to answer. She knew Doctor Heart had his best intentions, but the pain was growing at a rapid rate.

“A-After…Dashie was killed, another pony’s number came up. A pony I absolutely could NOT let Pinkamena get to. I wasn’t going to take it anymore after I saw who she was going to kill next.” Pinkie said, starting to stare at the floor, letting her poofy mane drop over her face.

“…This pony. Who was it?” he asked.

Pinkie visibly cringed as more salty tears fell from her eyes.

“…Pumpkin.”

Author's Note

And here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time! :D

...I'm sick in the head.