What Happened Last Week

What Happened Last Week

By Mist

Segment Six

“Tank, things are just spiraling out of control… I don’t know what to do anymore… I want out of this whole thing, but it’s too late to walk away from it now…” I expressed myself to my loving pet.

The tortoise responded with silence as expected.

“What have I become? I killed those ponies… I killed my friends. Applejack, Rarity, Twilight, all dead because of me… I can’t accept Pinkie Pie’s word as fact for some reason; I have too much doubt about it. We’ve taken this too far, I mean I have Scootaloo bound and gagged in my basement for Celestia’s sake!” I exclaimed.

Tank didn’t show any change in expression towards anything I was saying.

“Sometimes I’m glad you can’t talk, you’re probably the only one who doesn’t judge me, or expect me to be anything in particular,” I smiled at the creature.

He crawled up to me and rubbed his head against my hoof affectionately. I returned the gesture with a gentle caress of his neck.

“Things just aren’t making sense anymore, Tank…” I continued to caress the creature as I spoke.

“I went to the apartment complex that Pinkie Pie was staying last night, and the mare at the front desk told me that they didn’t have any residents named Pinkie Pie… I tried her full name, and still no such tenants. My last thought was that she may have used a fake name, so I asked to see her apartment…” I bit my lip.

Tank looked up at me curiously. It was doubtful that he was actually interested in what I was saying, more like he was wondering why I was talking so much.

“They said that nopony had ever rented that place out!” I shouted.

Tank perked up.

“I went to check out the place, and sure enough the room was empty. It doesn’t make any sense; Pinkie Pie is clearly hiding something from me, but what and why?” I questioned out loud.

“How did she just get all of her stuff out of there and vanish so quickly? It doesn’t make any logical sense… “ I added.

A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought. Snapping back to reality for the moment I approached the door and opened it.

Standing in my doorframe was a familiar thuggish looking pegasus. That same drunken odor was about him, though much softer now than it was before. He actually appeared as though he attempted to sober up before coming to my home.

“May I come in?” He asked.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to the situation.

“I’d rather you didn’t… But I suppose it’s alright…” I sighed.

He nodded and was cautious upon entering. His step suggested he was afraid to offend me in some manner. Walking the way he was made me imagine him walking near broken glass or something.

The two of us sat down gently in the living room sitting across from each other. The whole time I never broke eye contact with him.

“I wanted to apologize… For the other day… I didn’t mean to upset you…” He came out with.

“It’s fine,” I lied.

“It’s not fine. You deserve a father Rainbow Dash, and it was a mistake that I was your father, but it’s also made worse that you must suffer from my mistake.” He said.

I remained silent.

“You’re a great mare Rainbow Dash. You’re smart, successful, and honest; hell you’re a better pony than I could ever be. I really don’t think badly of you, it’s just…” He bit his tongue.

“You don’t care about me,” I finished his sentence.

He sighed heavily before answering.

“The truth is, no. It’s nothing against you and I don’t resent you or anything, it’s just I never wanted to be a father. I’ve never really been attached to anypony before, and it’s better that I remain honest and tell you the truth rather than pretend that I do when I don’t. I understand if you hate me for it as well, and I’m ready to accept that outcome…” He lowered his head in shame.

I didn’t know how to respond, so instead I just held my silence.

“We can still be friends though if that would make you feel any better?” He asked.

How could he ask such a stupid question? Why would anypony want to be friends with him? How could he even assume I would consider such an offer?

“I don’t need any friends right now, I need a father.” I finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry…” He turned away shamefully.

That red glow in his eyes, it made me sick. I hadn’t taken my eyes off of it this entire time. I couldn’t help but feel that he deserved his demons after all he’d done. I wanted to just watch him suffer some more.

The only problem I had was the thought of was he like this before the demon took him over? Is it fair to hold him accountable for something a demon is making him do?

“You’re sorry?” I questioned.

“I am,” he repeated.

I stood up and approached him carefully. He looked like a pathetic mess of a stallion even up close.

Walking around the backside of the couch he was sitting on, I picked up a kitchen knife that had been left out on one of the end tables and came behind him slowly. The entire time he had his head hanging down, refusing to look up.

“I forgive you…” I muttered.

With those words I pierced the knife through his skull.

“It’s nice of you to invite me over Rainbow Dash! We don’t get to spend a lot of time together anymore, and I’m always wondering how you’re doing,” A soft spoken pegasus said to me.

I had a feeling that Fluttershy was affected by the demons as well, sure enough I was right. Looking at her I could see it inside her. Those eyes, their glow, and that voice, they were all there. She had one inside her as well, there was no mistaking it.

“It’s no trouble; I’ve been rather lonely lately actually…” I explained.

I wandered into the kitchen searching for an appropriate weapon. I continued the conversation across rooms to lower the suspicion.

“What have you been up to lately?” I yelled to her.

She was the worst pony to try and communicate with if you stood at a distance from her. She couldn’t yell to save her life, making it nearly impossible to hear her.

“I’ve actually been working at the Green Cuisine in the city… I recall seeing you there sometime last week?” She replied.

A drop of sweat ran down my neck at the thought. Fluttershy was there when Pinkie and I met up at the restaurant? She might have heard part of our conversation.

“Oh? Who was I with?” I asked casually.

“Nopony if I recall… You sat there at a table by yourself; I remember you were complaining that you sprained your hind hoof. I was your waitress, remember?” She answered.

Sprained hoof? I hadn’t sprained a hoof anytime recently, not since I practiced for the Wonderbolts years ago.

I had never gone to that restaurant by myself, and I certainly didn’t recall being waited on by Fluttershy. I would have recalled a detail like that.

“Yeah, that sounds about right…” I lied.

Selecting the sharpest knife I had, I began to make my walk towards the living room where she sat. The blade was perfect for her, sharp, and powerful; it would kill her quickly. I liked Fluttershy, I didn’t want her suffering to be that long.

Only inches away from the back of her head, I could feel my heart pounding faster and faster. I had killed before, but no matter how many times I performed the act I could never get used to it. There wasn’t any kind of training to make one ready to kill.

I didn’t want to do it, I almost couldn’t. Before I knew it though, the blade came down at her swiftly.

I had my eyes closed the entire time; I couldn’t bear to look at her this way.

At least she was free now.

“You’ve done so well Rainbow Dash, I didn’t think you’d have it in you. I stand corrected though; you were able to kill even your own friends…” Pinkie Pie spoke.

She hung over me as we moved the body of the recently slaughtered Fluttershy to the basement.

“Pinkie Pie… There’s something I don’t understand…” I came out with.

Now was as good a time as any to ask her about my suspicions.

“What is it?” She questioned.

“I called the apartment that you lived at, and they said they never heard of you…” I glanced in her direction.

She fell silent and dropped her end of the body.

“There’s a lot of stuff actually about this whole operation that isn’t making any sense anymore… Most of it revolves around you…” I added.

Pinkie didn’t look up at me. She kept her gaze at the floor.

“What’s going on Pinkie Pie?” I demanded to know.

Pinkie grew a disappointed expression about her face. She raised her gaze slowly to meet me, when I saw it there was a familiar red glow about it.

“You’ve helped me greatly Dash…” She smiled deviously.

“No… You’re… One of them…” I took a step back dropping Fluttershy.

“Now that you’ve helped me kill all of them, there’s only one left to kill now…” She continued to smile.

The pink mare started to approach me slowly; however I continued my move backward away from her.

“No hard feelings Dash…” She spoke.

With those words she darted towards me and attempted to grapple me. Agility was on my side however as I was able to avoid the attack and get behind her.

Swiftly she drew a blade and slashed it in my direction. I was fortunate enough to be only a few inches away from the blade’s reach.

“Come on Dash, it’ll only hurt for a minute!” She laughed as she lunged at me again.

I dashed out of the way and attempted to make a run for it, however Pinkie only gave chase. She was just as speedy on her hooves as I was.

“Come to Pinkie Pie!” She laughed again.

She had backed me into a corner. There was nowhere to run now; the only option left was to fight back.

With that thought in my head I jumped at her. Luck would have it that I took her by surprise and ended up pinning her to the floor.

“You mother fucker… You tricked me… You made me into a murderer!” I screamed.

“I did nothing that you wouldn’t have done yourself…” She smiled menacingly.

I lifted her head by her mane and smashed it into the hard floor. Blood sprayed in small amounts as I did so, but I ignored it and continued the action. I brought her head down again and again onto the floor. Each time I could hear the cracking of her skull, and see the blood spray everywhere.

Finally Pinkie Pie ceased movement.

When I was satisfied with her I stood up and walked over to the coach. Digging through the end table drawer next to it, I raised a cigarette to my lips. I earned it.

Epilogue

“Why do you think that Pinkie Pie wanted you to kill your friends for her?” Asked a white mare with a sophisticated lab coat.

“I think that the demons can only escape the bodies they’re in through death… I think that Pinkie wanted to release her other demon friends from their prisons, I’m not sure though…” The rainbow mare answered.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for today Miss Dash. The staff will escort you back to the recreational area, alright?” The doctor replied.

“Thank you…” She nodded.

Two brutish looking ponies came and gathered Dash to take her back out of the office. The doctor only nodded as she jotted down more notes to put into her file.

The whole story was simply amazing to her; she couldn’t help but re-read that same file again and again.

Patient Name: Rainbow Dash
Patient#: 007891A
Case Information: Subject appears to be suffering from advancing stages of Korsakoff’s Syndrome. Signs of early dementia have begun to sprout up, as the patient is undergoing memory confabulation. Particularly with a mare named “Pinkie Pie”.

We researched this “Pinkie Pie,” and after some digging we were able to locate her. Her real name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, though her friends simply refer to her as “Pinkie Pie.” We checked the apartment that the patient suggested and sure enough found no traits of any inhabitants for the past few years.

When we found this “Pinkie Pie,” she actually resided at a local Bakery in Ponyville. When questioned about the case, she went on to say that she had never met with patient 007891A and the two hadn’t spoken in years. She was oblivious to all the events that the patient claimed transpired. We checked her alibi and it held up.

There are other major inconsistencies with the patient’s claims that lead to the diagnosis.

Korsakoff’s is usually caused by a lack of thiamine to the brain, which is common in eating disorder cases and alcoholism cases. The patient apparently had been suffering from bulimia for the past few years which is more than likely what caused this condition. Her status as a model caused her to have a very isolated social life; this may explain why others didn’t catch on to her condition before it grew to this level.

When the police found the patient she was sitting in her living room by herself surrounded by several severed corpses. She was playing with the limbs like sets of toys and a smile upon her face.

When the police apprehended her, she put up no struggle; instead she appeared to be accepting what was happening.

In the basement the police found a young filly bound and gagged. When they set her free, she explained that the patient kept saying she put her there to “protect her from herself.”

My suggested treatment is lifetime incarceration. Subject is deemed too dangerous to be re-admitted into society.