Sadly the loved Pink Amenia’s Café has been threatened to be shut down by the health department over reports of foul odor coming from the much loved animatronic characters.

Police were contacted when parents reportedly noticed what appeared to be blood and mucus around the eyes of the much-loved ponies. One parent described them as “reanimated carcasses.”

I, well I’m just gonna stop right there. I’ve heard the stories of all the ponies that worked at Pink Amenia’s Café and I’ve asked many ponies what’s happened to them. Even though I didn’t get any sleep today, I still got information. Most of them were about my little accident, and some about ponies that had died in there. The mare on the phone said that they were just rumors, but some said that they would usually die the second night they got there. So why didn’t that happen to me? Could I just be lucky or could there be something else?

Anyway, I, as always, trotted up to the café. Quicker than usual, but still tired and shaky from the night before; I unlocked the door and walked inside. I walked towards the office when I heard whispering behind me. I know, I know, I usually say I hear things, then I turn around and all I see are Pinkie and the others staring at the wall as usual, but this time the noises got louder. When I turned I saw all three animatronics staring at me, their eyes looking blood covered. I shivered and began to run towards the office again. When I go there I heard the phone ring. It was only twelve-o-one, and I was considered late. However I’m not sure my boss would find out anytime soon.

I listened to the phone ring and I finally heard it click. The voice of the mare was fuzzy as usual, but she was still talking as calmly as she usually did. “Hello, hello? Hi, you’re doing great. M-most ponies don’t last this long. I mean they moved on to other jobs. I-I’m not implying they died. Th-that’s not what I meant. Uh, anyway, I shouldn’t, err, won’t take up too much time tonight. Things start getting real tonight.”

I picked up the camera and I looked at the show stage. It was harder to see, much darker than it was the night before. Then again, I was up all day asking ponies if they knew what happened to the ones that worked here a while ago.

I nearly fell asleep when I started to hear things in the kitchen. It was the worst sound you could hear. I put the tablet on the table and pulled out my flashlight. I didn’t want to live tonight. I wanted to die. I know that’s super depressing, but I have a fucked up life.

I hear more noises from the kitchen, so I keep my flashlight out. My eyes start to close once more, but I hurriedly pull them open. I turned to the door and pushed on the light button. I sigh when I see no pony there, and I know no one’s on my right. Yet I could tell Fluttershy was in the kitchen because she was no where to be found, and the kitchen camera was disabled as usual. Well, I wouldn’t say disabled. I could still hear the damned noises that came from the place, though they were faint and light, so I didn’t dare think of them.

It was finally one a.m., and I was still tired out of my mind. Though I loved coffee, it wasn’t working. I kept closing my eyes and hallucinating, seeing Twilight’s and Pinkies face, then seeing, it’s me, in front of me. I felt as if I could touch it but I couldn’t. I sighed as I started to flick through the cameras again. Twilight was gone, and Fluttershy was obviously in the kitchen, but Pinkie still stood there, her little microphone in hoof, and her bow tie locked around her neck. Her eyes were red, and I saw her twitching in the spot. My drowsy eyes were about to be pulled down when I heard a click to my left. I turned on the light, and I quickly closed it when I saw Twilight.

I looked at the time, two a.m. already. I looked at the power, 83 percent. I wasn’t using a lot of power. I looked at my usage and saw it at four bars. I sighed and felt a tear stream down my face. I wiped it off quickly and shut the tablet off. I heard noises outside the door, and turned on the light. I saw Twilight still standing there, her shadow faint and fuzzy.

I’ve been complaining this whole chapter, haven’t I? I need to stop that. You all know my eyesight was bad, and I was tired because I didn’t get any sleep in the past thirty-eight hours, I’m crazy and I was counting, but I’m gonna try to stop complaining now. The strangest part of that night was when I saw the poster of Pinkie change to a pony with no eyes, only two white dots, and a blonde mane. I put down the camera, and I saw the exact same pony, slumped over and looking dead. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or I was insane or if it was here to kill me, but I quickly pulled up my camera and it disappeared.

“It wasn’t real,” I repeated to myself over and over. My wing finally started to go numb as I kept flicking through the cameras, and I saw four a.m. at the bottom of the tablet screen. I sighed, and kept flicking through them. Pinkie stared at me, and the… thing in Rainbow’s Cove stared through the curtain. I stared in anger, and was about to throw the tablet across the room, but stopped myself.

I cried more. I’ll just skip through that actually. It was five a.m. and I had two percent left. “Just kill me Pinkie!” I yelled, but no answer came. What am I talking about; why would any of the animatronics answer? I saw the percentage go down to one, and to speed up the process, I closed both doors.

I remembered when I was younger and I went to the café for the first time. I was so young and stupid. I fucked up my life that day. I snapped back to reality, and saw Pinkie’s eyes at the door. I smiled faintly, but saw the time, five fifty-nine. “Damn it,” I said to myself. “I’m gonna live.”

Pinkie’s tune stopped, and I heard the alarm of the clock go off. Then I saw Pinkie’s light go out and footsteps walked back towards the stage. I didn’t bother to leave the office. I laid in it and cried myself to sleep there.

Author's Note

I was so tired, so i made up that excuse and said Dashie was tired. Yes, since I am Dashie, she is supposed to be typing this