Party with pinkie!

"Welcome to sugar cube corner!", Pinkie grinned as wide as she could as the customers approached. Her mane had gone back to its usual poofy state. Pinkie waved to them but they seemed to be focused on the shape behind her. Jeff. He was trying to be inconspicuous, casual, it didn't seem to be working though. The handle of his knife poked out of his hoodie pocket, and his face alone could be enough to scare any person, or pony, to death. She coughed and poked one of them. A mare and a stallion stood in front of the desk. They slowly turned their gaze to Pinkie.

"Hi!", she squeaked happily and offered them a menu. "What would you like today?".

The mare stammered a reply, flickering her gaze to Jeff all the way through her sentence. "I, um, We'd l-like... Two strawb-berry milkshakes and two blueberry m-m-muffins...".

"Okey dokey lokey!", Pinkie said in her usual cheery tone.

The couple paid her the bits required for the order, with shaky hooves, then they ran to their table and sat down, shivering. Pinkie then started making their order. She dumped ingredients into a blender then turned it on. Jeff approached her and poked her to get her attention.

"Aren't we supposed to... Y'know. Get them somewhere so we can... 'play'". He slightly shouted over the blender, but so only Pinkie could hear.

"Yes, silly! Just go along with it. I wouldn't want our guests to feel pressured, otherwise they might leave!".

Jeff nodded and shifted back to the wall. Pinkie cleared her throat and turned off the blender. She then waved a hoof out to get the couple's attention.

"Excuse me!", she called out to them whilst coming out from behind the desk. She waited for them to stand in front of her before continuing. "But we're short on strawberries and I wondered if you could help me look for some in the basement! It would also be a good chance for you to pick what type of strawberry you want!", she smiled happily and started trotting downstairs. The couple followed without giving her a reply. They definitely felt on edge... But Pinkie would try to fix that. When they had gotten to the bottom, Jeff followed them and closed the door behind him. "Ah, here we are". She pulled two strawberries from behind her back. "Before we begin searching, here are some extra special strawberries just for you! You might even want these in your smoothies. Go ahead, try them!".

Jeff couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, this had been easier than he'd thought. They didn't even question his existence and now, they were going to eat suspicious-looking strawberries, and not even think about it! "Yes, I've tried them before, they're deeelicious". He smiled up to his eyes as the strawberries approached the couple's mouths. They bit the strawberries at the same time, but fell to the ground unconscious a few seconds apart from each other.

Pinkie clapped her hooves together. "Oooo, goody they're asleep!", her mane deflated and she started twitching even before the words left her mouth. Jeff watched her strap the couple to metal slabs that had tough leather straps welded to them. The mare was a unicorn, which he didn't question. After all Pinkie was a talking pink pony. He kind of expected there to be a unicorn somewhere. "Jeffy, would you mind cutting her horn off whilst I check the straps?". Pinkie had so much excitement in her voice it looked like she was going to scream. Jeff nodded, he was excited too, he'd never hurt, or even killed a horse before. It should be fun. He walked over to the unconscious mare and unsheathed his knife. The horn looked hard... Like bone, so he reckoned he'd need to take a good hack at it. Sure enough he did. His knife came down with a sickening clash that echoed against the walls. It made a large cut in the horn and warm blood trickled down it, slightly filling the dipping details that were evenly spaced out around it. He swung again and the horn came detached, and fell to the floor. Blood spurted slightly from the wound, as if it were a smaller version of a limb and Jeff's white hoodie was stained with crimson dots.The walls were dotted with blood in the same way. Pinkie had also been caught in the blood flow and she chuckled as she felt liquid hit her fur. "Good work Jeffy!".

She kept referring to him as Jeffy. He couldn't really think of a nickname for her... Her name was already Pinkie. "Thanks, when do we start?". He was dying to get right into the carnage...

"When they wake up of course! It wouldn't be fun if they weren't awake for it". She looked at them as she said it.

Jeff wanted to smile wider but it wasn't physically possible. "I can't wait for this".