Pinkie Pie had been with Applebloom and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders (trying to convince them that maybe Sweetie belle and Scootaloo could get their marks in cupcake baking) when it happened.
Pinkie Pie snapped.
She was already close to losing it; in fact, she had almost gone over the end once before, when she had believed that her friends had stopped liking her. All she had was her happiness, her friends, to keep her sane, but that hadn’t killed the madness inside of her. It had only hidden it away…until Discord set it free.
Pinkie stopped suddenly, her mane almost instantly dropping from its puffy cotton candy like state into a straight style, eerily reminiscent of that earlier time.
All the CMC noticed the sudden change in her, but it was Applebloom that asked the question.
“What’s wrong Pinkie?”
At first the pink earth pony didn’t answer, before suddenly tilting her head to the side, a sharp cracking sound making it sound as though she had broken her neck. She spoke in her same singsong tone, but her voice was different; it still sounded happy, but there was definitely something wrong to it.
“Nothing’s wrong, absolutely nothing. In fact, everything is going to be perfect, absolutely perfect today. Do you know why?”
Sweetie Belle spoke up from the three, clearly unnerved by her tone.
“Because you’re throwing a party?”
Pinkie Pie giggled, and the three little fillies calmed a bit as the familiar sound of her laughter reached their ears. They instantly became nervous once again, as her giggling became a maniacal laugh, going beyond insanity and into a depth of madness impossible to comprehend. Her head, which had previously been tilted back in laughter, suddenly snapped back to stare at them, the sound stopping of her laughter stopped instantly, but an eerie smile remained.
“No silly, it’s because every pony is going to die.”
With no more warning than that she sprung on them, her hoof catching Sweetie Belle’s neck, causing her to sprawl onto the ground chocking as the air was winded from her. Pinkie followed up by bucking Scootaloo square in the head, either knocking the filly out or causing too much pain for her to bother getting back up.
By this time, Applebloom had gathered her wits, and was already running back towards Ponyville, screaming for her sister to save her.
It was no use; Pinkie Pie leapt out of seemingly nowhere and tackled Applebloom to the ground. Appleblooms cries ceased for a moment as the air was knocked out of her, before she started to address them back to Pinkie Pie.
“Please stop Pinkie, why are you doing this? What did we do?”
Pinkie Pie wasn’t sympathetic.
“Oh, you’ve done nothing; in fact, no pony has done anything, that’s why I’m going to kill you all. It’s so boring doing nothing all your life wouldn’t you agree? So why don’t I just take those lives away? Don’t worry; I’ll make sure that your deaths are all very interesting, speaking of which-” Pinkie sat on the ground and started to take notes on an imaginary piece of paper. “Let’s see, you’ve all been trying to get your cutie marks since your first met, so…”
Applebloom had taken Pinkie Pie’s apparent distraction to make an escape, but before she had even gotten onto her hooves she was knocked right back down again.
“…It’s only fitting that you get your cutie marks when you die.”
Pinkie withdrew a simple food knife from within a tree.
“This was intended for paste-spreading emergencies, but I guess I can make an exception for the three of you.”
With that she drove the knife into Appleblooms flank, a light mark at first, but as she sawed back and forth with the knife she began to draw blood. Applebloom howled as she felt the knife slicing into her flesh, and kicked out with her hind hooves, trying to disrupt the assault on her, but Pinkie Pie was undeterred, and changed the sawing so that her efforts only made the knife slice deeper.
“Come on now, isn’t this fun? Haven’t you always wanted to know what your special talent is, well look at it.”
Applebloom opened her eyes, forcing them through the pain, and stared at the scars that pinkie had inflicted on her flank. The image of a hammer and board crossed over each other lay red and sopping there, before Pinkie Pie started on the other side, and she closed her eyes as her howls of agony started up again.
Once Pinkie Pie was finished inscribing the bloody mark into her, she left the poor filly to wallow in her pain, as she proceeded onto Sweetie Belle.
She must have hit the filly harder than she thought, as the unicorn was still coughing laboriously as she struggled for air, occasionally spittle’s of blood coming out with the coughs. As she saw Pinkie coming towards her she began to attempt to cast some magic, having seen what happened to Applebloom, but Pinkie wouldn’t have any of that.
Slowly but surely, the pink pony sawed off Sweetie Belle’s horn, the little filly screaming in agony the whole while. When the pain became too much for her and she looked as though she was about to pass out, Pinkie would gladly stop and waited for the unicorn to regain her hold on reality, before continuing on with the task.
As she the horn came off, Sweetie Belle’s screams of pain became and incomprehensible wail before the pain enveloped her and she willing gave herself over to the darkness of unconsciousness.
Unwilling to deny any of the fillies conscious thought during the last moments of her life, she progressed to see if Scootaloo had awakened. Unfortunately that was not the case, and so she returned to Applebloom, whose cries for help had finally stopped, and was now simply crying.
Since none of them seemed to be willing to make any conversation, she began to mutter to herself.
“Hmm…now this isn’t going to do at all; there just isn’t enough equipment here to give these ponies the deaths that they deserve. Hmm…” Since Applebloom was the only one of them capable of replying, she addressed her next words to her. “…Looks like you’re going to be dying in Ponyville.”
Applebloom stopped crying for a moment, but instead of wasting that time asking why, she just stared at her flank, scarred forever by what had once been the friendliest pony in all of Ponyville.
A slight frown crossed Pinkie’s face, irritated that Applebloom hadn’t cared to ask her “Why Ponyville?” She was being so anti-social it was irritating. But it was fine, if she wanted to be that way, then she could stay that way during her last moments. It wouldn’t be as fun for her, but then again…she didn’t really have the equipment here to kill them now…unless.
Her insane smile returned and the horrific laughter came with it. “Oh, I just had the best idea, a death even more fitting then my other one. You remember that one time when you got the cutie pox?”
Applebloom didn’t reply, which only irritated Pinkie more.
“Well don’t you think it would be interesting to see if it can kill a pony? Of you were to say, bleed to death because of it. The best part is, you’ll be doing it right in front of the whole town, but first.” Pinkie readied the knife once again, “I have to make sure you don’t tell anypony what’s happened.”
With a flick of the knife the blade descended into the fillies’ mouth, slowly cutting off the tongue inside, and earning her a very interesting show as the filly tried to avoid screaming in pain.
That day, the Cutie Mark Crusaders returned to Ponyville, and thanks to a certain pony, a rumor was spread that there was a sadistic maniac on the outskirts of town, effectively cutting off all traffic around the town. The crusaders were scarred all across their body, so that a single movement would cause them to bleed profusely. Somehow or another they had been made to ingest the herb, hearts desire, resulting in a horrifying and bloody performance, which ended half an hour later with the death of all three fillies.
At the time it was mourned as a tragic day, one of the few times that death had come to cast its dark shadow upon the town of Ponyville. Nopony questioned Pinkie as to the condition of her mane or the bloody spatters on her body. The story that spread was that Pinkie had come across the three, nearly half dead, and dragged them back to Ponyville in the hopes that they would survive. Everypony assumed she had lost her usual demeanor because of their loss, and believed that she would recover in time.
Little did they know it was but a shadow of things to come.
It seemed an eternity since he had been locked away from the rest of the world, imprisoned once more in stone, with only his own mind to keep him company.
At least, that’s what everypony thought. That he had been defeated, and imprisoned in stone forever once again. They should have known better, didn’t they know what he was?
He was Discord, spirit of chaos and disharmony, one time ruler over the land of Equestria, and currently residing in a stone prison created by the elements of harmony after what was supposedly an unexpected defeat.
They were wrong.
Yes, he was in stone, but chaos cannot be contained. There was chaos inside of everypony; it took a great deal of forms, madness, rebellion, or just general randomness. It was the latter with one particular pink party pony, one of those whom had sealed him away for the second time. They seemed to represent harmony, yet their actions were definitely more sympathetic to the chaos he brought.
He wasn’t a being of evil, he didn’t want to bring death, destruction, or anything else beginning with D (Except for maybe Dance) to Equestria. All he wanted to do was show them all the beauty of chaos, the freedom that the ponies could have when they no longer had to live in harmony. Perhaps if he could open up that mares mind, perhaps she could help him show Equestria the beauty of chaos.
His own chaos may have been contained, but he could still manipulate that in others. It was without a second thought that he released the chaos inside Pinkie Pie’s mind.
From that moment on, he doomed himself, and all of Ponyville.
(I know this is incredibly short for a first part especially so for me. But that’s because this story is about to get really bucking bloody and dark. Continue to the next chapter at your own risk, knowing that you will find yourselves delving into the deepest and darkest depths of storytelling that my mind has on offer, you have been warned.)
