The Two Killers

It was a happy and bustling day in Ponyville. Ponies were selling various goods on the sides of the road. Ponies were playing games and talking to other ponies cheerfully. I trotted on the road, happy that it was a new day. I entered SugarCube Corner. Ponies were waiting patently in line to get their treats that the store had to offer. Soon, I was the one in front of the counter. A pink pony poped out from behind the wall. It was Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie.

"Hi there!" she squealed. "What can I get for you today?"

"I'll have a bag of Sugar Cookies, please." I said. The fluffy pink pony handed me my cookies. I placed five bits on the counter and trotted out of the building and headed of towards the Everfree forest.

I was soon home, happily scarfing down my cookies while watching T.V. Damn, do i love those cookies that Pinkie made. It's the only reason that I didn't kill her. Slendy was off running some errands in Canterlot. He got there by using his teleportation powers, which really come in handy when you're a killer. The story of my kill was on the news today, which was very typical. Soon, it was approaching dusk, and I had to get ready for my next kill.

When I go into Ponyville, I have to hide my cutie mark and replace it with another one. My real cutie mark is a knife with blood on it.   My fake cutie mark is a smiley face. Pretty unoriginal, but you don't have much choices if you're a killer. I slipped on my white hoodie, which still have a slight trace of blood on it from my last killing. I headed of into the night. I trotted off toward Ponyville, with my knife in my pocket. For some strange reason, I had the slightest feeling that somepony was watching me. I spun around. I could make out the figure of a mare in the shadows. The mare came closer. She had flat pink hair and a pink coat. This pony pony looked strangely familiar...

"Pinkie Pie?..." I said, coming closer to the mare.

"Jeff?..." Pinkie Pie said as she came closer to me.

Soon, we were standing right in front of each other. I peered at her cutie mark. It had a big "x" covering the balloons. The markings were made with a knife.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I slurred, glaring at her.

"Well," she said. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ouch. That stung.

Pinkie brought her attention to the knife sticking out of my pocket.

"Why do you have a knife?" she asked.

I froze. If I told her, I would get busted for sure.

"Why should I tell you?" I growled.

"Because," Pinkie pulled a knife out from her bag. "I have a knife as well."

"WELL." I said, still overcome by shock. "Okay. I'll tell you."

I told Pinkie Pie my whole story. When I was finished, she nodded.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." she said, a look of approval on her face. " I do something similar to that."

I was dumbfounded. How could such a nice pony like Pinkie Pie do something like that?

"Come with me." she said. "Then I could show you what I do."

I shrugged. Why not?

Pinkie toke my arm and dragged me to SugarCube Corner. She pulled out her keys and began to unlock the door.

When we got inside, Pinkie unlocked a secret door.

"This." Pinkie said. "Is what I do."