Party with pinkie!

Marvin awoke a few seconds before his beloved wife. He felt the cold leather straps that bound down his limbs and almost cut off his blood flow first. He got to stare into the face of the monster he saw earlier first. And he got to see Pinkie at her worst first...

"Wakey wakey sleepy head!", Pinkie said as she leant over the drowsy stallion.

Jeff was standing  beside pinkie, looking down on the stallion, when he started to chuckle. Then to laugh softly. Then the laughter got louder and louder. Then he raised his head, neck twitching and... Suddenly, erupted in laughter that made a sickening rebound off the walls... It rang through Marvin's ears and woke his dear wife, making a cacophony of sound. "You're finally awake!",Jeff cried out through his laughter. It seemed that he had gotten into the spirit of things.

"Wow Jeffy! You sure are excited!", Pinkie admired how much fun he was having, whilst she checked over her tools.

"You have no idea...", Jeff widened the grin that was plastered to his face... He hadn't hurt anything in so... so... Long, this would be fun.

Pinkie finished checking that everything was in place and tilted her head to the side, letting it rest on her elbow. She looked to the newly awoken mare, who was starting to scream. She had obviously noticed that her horn was missing... and that the hole where it should have been was covered in dried blood. "Who do you want to play with Jeffy?". Pinkie, personally, had her eye on the mare. Mainly so she could shut her up. That noise was ear-splitting! It certainly wasn't going to be aloud to continue...

Jeff hummed and took a step back in response.He was observing them. His neck was still twitching unnervingly, although, now it was twitching in short intervals... None of the ponies in the room knew if that meant improvement or not, but it was a little less disturbing... He started to swiftly walk towards the mare.She stopped screaming immediately and, instead, started whimpering. When he reached her, Jeff pushed his face right up to her's. She closed her eyes, turning her face away, the whimpering intensifying, almost as if each noise was being unwillingly forced from her mouth. "I'll take this one... She's offended me. So it's only fair". He said, willing his smile to go wider, but to no avail.

Pinkie tilted her head. "How did she offend you Jeffy?". She didn't much mind his choice, she only really wanted to play with the mare to shut her up... And now that had been done for her. But she wondered what Jeff was talking about when he said she'd offended him.

Jeff straightened and slowly pulled out his knife, creasing his hoodie pocket, giving it a snowy texture. "She turned away from me when I tried to say hello...", he swung his knife back and forth, holding it in front of the mare's face with his thumb and fore finger, the blade pointing down, and his head tilted slightly, showing his maniacal grin in a different light.

Pinkie nodded happily. "Okey dokey lokey! Well, I don't mind that you have her, regardless, so let's get started!". She trotted over to the stallion and put a hoof to her head in thought. "Any ideas on how to start Jeffy?".

Jeff tapped his knife thoughtfully, stopped it from from swinging, then stared at it for a while. He hummed and narrowed his eyes. Actually looking sane for a second. "Maybe... Maybe...", he leaned back and forth, thinking. "We could give them haircuts?". He was new to this type of torture. Cutting manes didn't exactly sound very painful. But he knew he could make it painful... Somehow.

Pinkie took her hoof from her head and placed it down on the silver tray in which her tools were scattered. "That's a great idea Jeffy! We can definitely work with that!". She hadn't cut somepony's mane is ages! And definitely not while playing with them. This would be great fun!

Jeff walked over to the instrument table and scanned it along with pinkie.

Pinkie lifted her hoof, a pair of scissors lifted with it. "There are two more types of scissors if you'd like to differentiate Jeffy!".

Jeff nodded and wavered his hand over the tray. The two types of scissors she was talking about, were hair scissors and.... "Yes!". He screeched in delight. The mare flinched. He picked up the other choice, giant, rubber coated, and sharp. extremely sharp.

"Great choice Jeffy!". Pinkie couldn't wait!