The Mystery of the Two Sisters: Book 1

      Meanwhile, in the room where Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie are worrying about Applejack and Rainbow Dash, Pinkie finds a brick that seems different than the other bricks that make up the wall. Being a pony who likes to do things that could be fun, and being driven by the desire to save her friends, she pushes the brick into the wall, revealing a small, nearly invisible door behind a group of vines. She looks around to see if any of her friends are looking, then, after finding that the coast is clear, she slips through the door into what looks like a dungeon, and she looks behind her just in time to see the door close, trapping her in the dark and gloomy dungeon. She tries to find another brick like the one that opened the door from the outside, but she couldn’t find it. Giving up on trying to escape, she slumps down and decides to explore her current location. Soon the loneliness gets to her, and she starts to hear voices behind her, but when she turns around, no one is there. “This place is really creepy… I-I don’t like this…” She says to herself, close to crying as she sees a vacated surgical table lined with all kinds of surgical tools, such as scalpels, a large butcher knife, and a sharp hacksaw. She looks around and sees the operating table near the wall, propped up. She nearly screams when she sees the ‘patient’ on the table. The ‘patient’ was, well, she didn’t know what it was. It was too mutilated for her to be able to tell whether it was a pony or something else. She looked at it closer and noticed it was actually pretty fresh, probably from within that week. As she examined it, she started to hear a very small voice in the back of her mind. “Come on, Pinkie Pie, do it, your friends don’t care about you, show them why they should have cared more…” The voice said over and over. “P-please stop, whoever you are!” Pinkie said, starting to slowly go insane. The voice laughs in an awful, terrifying way. “Pinkie Pie, I’m you! You’re me! And we can get along just fine if you listen to me.” The voice said, still laughing her horrible laugh. Pinkie shakes her head, trying to get rid of the voice, then she thinks about what it meant by it being her. “I-if you’re me, and I’m you, that means that we’re the same… Right?” Pinkie asks, her mane slowly starting to straighten itself. The voice laughed again, and Pinkie slowly started laughing with it. “Ah, now you’re starting to get it, Pinkie! Do you finally accept who you are?” The voice said, seeming a little less threatening, and more like a friend Pinkie had known for her whole life. Pinkie smiles an insane smile as her left eye twitches, her pupils and irises really small and her eyes bloodshot. “Oh yes, and I love it!” She says, her mane falling like a dark pink curtain over the right side of her face. The voice laughs in triumph as Pinkie picks up one of the scalpels and looks at it. Disappointed at the tiny size of the blade, she picks up the butcher knife, which looked like a large cleaver, then she walks toward the table against the wall. In a fit of insane pleasure, she chops into the ‘patient’ over and over, every now and then she’d hit a main artery that hadn’t dried out and it would spray coagulated blood all over her face and hooves. She laughs with satisfaction as she stops chopping and looks at the mess of chopped bone and flesh in front of her, enjoying the weight of the bloody knife in her hoof. She takes a few deep breaths, then smiles as a small amount of blood drips from her mane and trickles down her face. The voice starts giggling excitedly. “There you go, Pinkie! Now, what should we do with the remains...?” The voice says, hinting to Pinkie that she probably knew what to do. Pinkie giggles insanely as she comes up with an idea, one that might actually work. “Hmm, why don’t we use the dungeon kitchen?” She asks as she thinks about her baking talent. The voice giggles in a way that would send shivers down normal Pinkie’s spine. “Well Pinkie, I’d say you’re one mad genius!” It said, giggling again. Pinkie gives a lighthearted chuckle. “Yeah, I used to get that a lot.” She says with a slightly egocentric smile. The voice softly chuckles as Pinkie gets closer to the kitchen. “I wonder if all of the ingredients will be here?” It said, curiously. Pinkie giggles and smiles. “Well, we don’t need many ingredients, my friend!” She says, walking into the kitchen area. “We already have the main one!” She says, laughing hysterically.