Voices Carry

I WAANNT A PWNY.
i want pinkie pie. to be a room mate.
so one morning she cooks me breakfast.
but then theres too much sugar
and then i get mad at her
and kill her by stabing her neck with a fork
and then
i eat her.
and then she tasted like sugar.
The Voices Carry.
the end

Is what Pinkie Pie read on the letter she found on her door. ".....its from someone named.....Paul?" She looked at the note puzzled, in the thought of a pony with a strange name like that. " Paul......Paul......Nope! does'nt ring any bells, maybe twilight can make this out" , she thought outloud, She started to trot away from sugarcube corner to the house tree of her purple friend. "...roommate? breakfast? Sugar!.....a fork in my neck?.....whats a fork?...." She thought to her self while troting down the lane, humming the smile song like she always did on tuesday mornings. "hey sugar cube, headed over to twi's?" a voice rang with the familiar tone of a apple bucking pony. "Hey Applejack, and yeah, just headed over there right now, gonna see if she knows who wrote this creepy-ish letter" she said with a creeped out but still happy smile. "Huh? let me see that there" she took the letter from pinkie, and read it in all but 5 seconds. "uh....sugar.....this sounds like this was written by someone with a brain like a jar missing a few marbles" she looked at her pinkie friend with a concerned face. "ah well....maybe its just someone who really needs a friend...heh" she said with the same smile as before. "well.....i hope twi finds this......Paul. anyway, can you give this to twi while you're there?" "yeah! what is it? it smells amazing!" pinkie said with that gleen in her eye every time she seen or smelled something with sugar. "Fresh apple pie. baked this morning, figured i owe her one for the books she loaned too Applebloom for school" "yeah! l'd be more than happy to take it over!" she said bouncing around happy and giggling. "great! well see yall around Pinkie, gots to get back to the farm and such" "mmk! see ya later Applejack!" She said as they both went their separate ways, Applejack troting, while Pinkie bounced the down the path to twilight's.

Pinkie bounced along the path, carrying in her mouth the basket in witch held an awesome smelling pie. "....maybe just oooonnnnneeeeee tiny bite can't hurt........rigggghhhhhttttt?" again, thinking out loud. She stopped in the middle of the path, un did the picnic towel in the basket that covered the pie and look at it. "You....Look....AAAMMAAAZZZINNNGGG!" she then licked her lips, went in for a small bite, then turned into half the pie gone. "oh....thats good. it was-s-sAH!" she looked down at the pie and seen that it was half gone "oh man!.....twi's not gonna like this...." she sighed at the realization of what she had done. "me and my big mouth........" she frowned, but then seen the letter she had almost forgot about under the basket she just ate of. "oh gosh! cant get down and out over a pie, i still gota see who wrote this!". she picked up the basket with the rest of the pie, and the letter frimly in mouth and started to sprint to twilights house.

In all of just 5 minutes, Pinkie can reached the door of the house tree. She pressed the button of the door bell in a pinkie fashion, pressing it in the beat of ghosties, a song she once sang for her friends that she held so dear. "twwwwwiiiiiligggghhhhhttttt! HelllloooooOOOooo?!" she sang out in a happy manor. "Hey Twi! you there? i got you errm-.......A pie! OOOH! and a letter!" she said up to the over hanging balcony. "Hey Twi? heh, funny, shes always here on tuesday afternoons" she said outloud to her self. She then knocked on the door just to see if she was in the room next to her, when suddenly with the little force she put into the knock opened the door, she realized it had already been open. The Pinkie pony smiled and bounced into the room, closing the door behind her, smileing, happy to see her one of her friends again. "Heeeeeeyyyyyyyyy Twiiiiiiiiillllliiiiiggggghhhhhhhttttttttt!!!" she said aloud, hoping Twilight would be walking down the stairs to greet her. " Twilight? Spike?" she looked around now with alittle more than just a puzzled face. "i wonder where those too went off too....." she said to herself, now looking around. The pink pony went off to the book room to find not a trace of twilight, and then headed to her living room, witch she was also not there. "...hmmm.....Ah! upstairs! silly me! shes probably in her room sleeping, probably another one of those nights of non stop reading, that silly filly!" She then headed upstairs in the hopes of meeting her purple friend, sleeping in the fashion of one would after a late night

Pinkie was then bouncing down the hallway of the house tree that her purple magical friend lived in, when finally at long last, she reached the door in witch Twilight did most of her sleeping and magical research. "Hey Twilight!, its Pinkie! time to rise and shine sleepy head!" she sang out, then knocking on her door. "Com'on! i got a pie!!! Applejack baked it this morring! but uh...i.....um....kinda.....a...te.......par...t....of...it..." Pinkie then opened the door, witch she was surpised it opened, and she came in slowly. "hey Twi?........did'nt ya hear? i got you a pie...and a letter!....rise a shine sleepy hea-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pinkie stood at the door of her friends room. She look in horror and sheer terror at the sight she had seen. Twilight had been murdered. Twilight's body had been gutted like that of an animal, her head had been ripped off and place neatly on the floor, it was looking at the door, but was horrifically missing its eyes, as they were seemly gougued out. the mouth was bloody, in front of it, her torn out tongue had been placed along with her horn, once the source of her power, to almost seeming to bend the very fabric of time for her friends, was there on the floor, placed next to a pony tongue. the hot bags of guts were on the bed, along with the carcass of the body that was once Twilight Sparkle, they smelled of blood, as the smell so strong it seems to leave a vapor in the air "Oh My God!" PInkie cried aloud with tears filling in her eyes. In the body there was something carved in to it. Loose Lips Sink Ships. Pinkie looked at the words in horror, not really caring of what it ment, in just in shear horror of seeing the exposed flesh in the lines of the words. "I....I...Oh God!" Pinkie said trembling, tears rolling down her face, she then ran for the door, witch then slamed shut in front of her, trapping her inside the very room witch her friend had been killed. "Wh-....Whos......Whos doing this?~! Oh God! HELP! ANYONE!!!" she screamed. Then in all of just a millionth of a second, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She cried out, Hitting the floor, bleeding heavily, she then felt 3 small metal points in her neck, and looked up, trying to get up. She then saw what had struck her, and probably killed Twilight. It was a tan looking ape thing, it then walked over to the bleeding pony, and loomed over her, He smiled and didn't say a word. "....Paul?..........why......Why did you do this?!......why Twi?.....Why Me?......Why?" Pinkie said, in the realization she wasn't going to make it from the blood loss, Pinkie thought about her life, happy that she had great friends on the earthly world but abit sacred to die. The tan ape then leaned over the pony, smiled and looked down. Pinkie then looked up and herd the last voice she would ever hear from anything, anything but a pony.

Hush Hush. Keep It Down Now. Voices Carry.