Music and Lyrics

Yeah I, I saw your ghost tonight

It fucking hurt like hell.

To know you’re almost mine.

But dreams can’t all be real.

Real.

Real.

Real.

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Lyric couldn’t think, his mind had stuck itself on what he had done to Vinyl. No matter where he went or what he did, it just seemed like beating a dead horse, he couldn’t get his mind off it. Vinyl was currently resting up the hospital. According to Nurse Redheart, Vinyl would be fine, just a few stitches and some bed rest and she’d be the eccentric DJ she always had been. Lyric wasn’t too sure about that, nor was he sure he could handle it. I hurt her. he thought. I threw a bloody dish at her and nearly killed her. What have I become?!

Pinkie Pie made her way down the road to Lyric’s house. This’ll be perfect! Lyric’s mind is so scrambled he’ll need somepony to vent to and it’ll me. Then, I’ll tell him I love him and he’ll ditch Vinyl and marry me! Pinkie chuckled at her sheer brilliance.

She stepped up to the door and knocked. Lyric opened the door.

“Wowie Lyric, are you trying to get your mane like mine?” Pinkie asked.

“No Pinkie, I’m not.” Lyric said dryly.

“Aww, Lyric. You’re still upset about Vinyl, huh?” Pinkie rolled her eyes in a silly way.

“Pinkie, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Lyric, you always say venting makes you feel better. Why don’t you take your own advice?”

“I can’t Pinkie. If I ever lost Vinyl, I’d...” Lyric’s voice suddenly became useless.

“You’d do what, Lyric?”

“I’d become something...different. I’d change into a rabid animal. I’m sorry Pinkie, I just can’t.”

He shut the door in her face, snapping her out of her wild daydream. What the hay is wrong with me? Pinkie thought. Why do I keep trying to break up Lyric and Vinyl?

Before another thought could cross her mind, a new Pinkie took hold.

“Hello.” A straight-maned Pinkie said.

“What do you want with me? Why are you taking over my body?” asked Normal Pinkie.

“I’m your inner desires, call me Pinkamena.” Pinkamena said, her voice harsh and uncaring.

“I did,” Pinkie said. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I am the only one who can get you what you want.” Pinkamena replied.

“And how exactly do you know what I want?” Pinkie cried angrily.

“I told you, Pinkie, I’m your inner desire, I know everything about you.” Pinkamena teased.

“Get out of my head.” Pinkie whispered..

“You can’t escape.” Pinkamena’s smile was crooked.

“Get out of my head.” Pinkie whispered again.

“I’ll come back, you won’t get away.” Pinkamena’s voice seemed farther off.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Pinkie? PINKIE! For the love of Celestia, what are you doing?” Ash shook Pinkie’s body.

“Ash? Wha-What are you doing here?” Pinkie asked groggily.

“Heard you screaming, clutching your head. Thought something was wrong, came to check.” Ash said.

“What was I saying?” Pinkie asked, praying to Celestia it did not involve Lyric.

“Something about somepony named...Pinkamena, was it?” Ash tapped his chin, thinking.

“Well thank you, Ash. I’ll see you later.” Pinkie waved.

Ash just nodded.

I need to find Fluttershy. I need help. Pinkie began her search for Fluttershy.

One week later...

Pinkie Pie had been in the Equestrian Mental Institution for the past week. Doctors were baffled. This was no regular mental problem that could be erased with the pocket watch trick. No, this case required the doctors to delicately pry away the “scab” the covered the real reason she was experiencing MPD.

“So that’s basically how I got here.” Pinkie explained to the pony in the next room.

“Wow, Pinkie. That’s a better story than how I ended up here.” Shooting Star said.

“Yeah,heh heh, that’s cool, heh heh. Hey, heh heh, that reminds me a funny story.” AvA began.

“No one cares Avy.” Shooting Star said reluctantly.

“So, heh heh, there I was being a regular pony and then the EMI took me away, right off the streets.” AvA continued as if Shooting Star had never spoke.

Shooting Star and Pinkie sighed.

This was going to be a very long, very hard couple of weeks.

The next morning, Pinkie’s cell door opened.

“Come along.” grunted the guard.

Pinkie followed without a word, she knew better than to speak out of turn. She had done that on her first week here, with a few silly comments throw in, and was severely punished. Her punishment lasted about a day, but to her it seemed like an eternity. There was only one cure for silly ponies in the mental ward, shock treatment.

“Sit.” the guard ordered.

Pinkie sat in a wheelchair and the guard restrained her, complete with a straight jacket and muzzle.

“Here we go.”

The guard took a cup with three pills in it, a red, a blue, and a purple. Pinkie took the red without any sort of drink, the next with water, and the third with a concoction the EMI made.

“Good girl.” the guard said. “Now, for your daily stroll.”

It wasn’t much of a stroll. It mainly consisted of Pinkie being wheeled to a window and watching ponies on the other side walk about and enjoy their days. She, however, was stuck in a mental institution, but she needed to find out why she wanted Lyric so bad. She had to find out what the reason was, and how to counter it. All Pinkie wanted at this point, was to be killed. The shock wasn’t working and at night Pinkamena visited her dreams, it was an endless cycle.

As he laid in his bed, Lyric wondered about Pinkie. She seemed kind of off earlier and then she was sent to the EMI. This just doesn’t make sense. Lyric thought. This is just crazy! Was Ash right? Does Pinkie really want to date me? But I’m married, and I can’t leave Vinyl, especially after what I did to her. Vinyl needs me now, more than ever. Pinkie’s just crazy.

But does that mean I’m crazy too?

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So college finals aren’t done yet. I got one Wednesday and one on Friday, but I thought what the hell, you guys have been kept waiting long enough. I hid 3 easter eggs in this one, let me know if you find them. Extra points if you guess the song in the beginning.

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