I am Blinkie Pie, otherwise known as Limestone Pie. I am the second youngest sister next to Pinkamena. My family was quite mean to us, but we thought it was normal, considering our quite bland and dull lifestyle. They kept me and my sisters from poor Obsidian. The poor thing, locked up in a cellar for so, so long. I cried when I saw her condition. Sunken eyes, all skin and bone. I thought she wouldn't make it, but she surprised us and is now strong and happy! Enough about Minkie Pie, though. This is MY mind we're looking at!

I see the world as a place full of opportunistic characters. Characters that either play large roles, or small roles. I like to take into consideration these niches that the characters have. A character like a flower salesman is the perfect pony, and not much of an attention bringer to our little games. A pony like a construction worker is a bit more risky, and I tend to try not to take them out. A teacher is a little higher on the risky list. My list keeps going until it hits the most risky of characters, the princesses. We wouldn't dare to take one on, but with rumor going around that Twilight had been released from the asylum, I have no doubt that she won't be a unicorn for too long. I give her a year or two by this point to become a princess like Cadence, but maybe Celestia sees the insane asylum as a big no no on her princess resume.

Its funny how I think of things. I think of myself as deserving of being the prettiest mare. I told Inkie before that I despise pretty mares. They always get attention, they always get the stallions chasing after them. What do I get? Nothing from no pony other than my family, Derpy, Applebloom, and Babs Seed.

My favorite games to play are obviously the hook game, which we play quite often nowadays. My favorite that I made up though is called Turn Table! It's a game where I blindfold the pony and put them into a table that I fixed up myself. I made it to turn on a motor, slowly though. I them throw scalpels and see if I can chop off limbs, surround the pony in various sharp objects, or get them in the center of the target metal and wooden board chest plate I made to cover their vital organs. I made it to where any pressure added to the board would feel like a huge punch to the pony. I once broke somepony's rib cage playing it.

I take my time to play with my victims. I talk to them to entertain them, I snap their hooves like pencils if I so desire. Pinkie lets me do whatever the hay I want to do with them, so long as I don't take out both eyes or kill them before the harvest. Speaking of which, when it comes time to harvest, I pull out each organ like a bandage. Quickly and painfully is how I do it! Once I get to the lungs, I slow down and take my time cutting the tubes and blood vessels, leaving the air tubes for last. As I am doing this, I talk to my pony again. I talk about my life, about Minkie, about killing my parents, and about how much no pony will care that they are gone. The last words my victims usually hear from me are, "Nighty night. Sleep tight. Tell the devil that the bed bugs certainly bite!" With that, I grab the heart and chew the main artery in half, then I yank it out of the chest, blood dribbling down my chin like lemon-aid on a hot summer day!

My share on cutie marks goes toward a variety of things, such as a vest, shirt, dress, etcetera. I will wear these sometimes when I'm working in the basement or in Pinkie's room. It is quite fun to make these clothes with my sisters. But I usually make them for them, not myself.

Author's Note

Blinkie Pie completed! Last is Minkie Pie. I see Blinkie as a bit like Pinkie, but a bit more technical like Inkie Pie is. Bubbly with a bit of sass and smarts to top it off. Enjoy :3