When I was a filly, I've had these dreams. Nightmares, more like. Of her. Pinkamena Diane Pie. Not the true me, the smiling, poofy-maned, crazy party pony that everypony calls Pinkie Pie. The murderer inside of me. Ever since then I've been trying to hide her by planning parties and distracting myself every moment. But one day, she came.
Came when I was at my worst ever, very sad, thought that I had been abandoned by all. She didn't like that. Not one bit. She wanted revenge. She got what she wanted, did something that I could never forget. They kicked me out of Ponyville. Sent me to the Everfree Forest, left me to die there. But they would never see this coming. No, not one bit. I survived. With her. As friends.
Now, I know you have heard all of those 'Cupcakes' stories, but they aren't true. Maybe you don't believe me, but what I'm saying is the pure truth: I did not do this on purpose, it is not my fault. It was her. She didn't mean to.. but she did. The hatred inside was just boiling. It wasn't her fault either.. but why?
