I was trotting around ponyville on Hearth's Warming eve when I stumbled upon Pinkie Pie's hoof. She quickly stood up and was happy as she always is while I was on the ground making a confused face trying to figure out how she got up so fast. I apologized and she said that it was okay, like I didn't believe her.
She wanted me to visit her at Sugar Cube Corner for a Hearth's Warming eve dinner. I told her that these types of diners should be done on the day of the holiday, but she didn't care at all. It was odd how we were the only ones at Sugar Cube Corner, but I wasn't too worried about it. Soon after we ate all of the food I fell into a food coma.
I was having this weird dream that I was being lifted up by somepony and carried to a dark room. The room was very humid and moist. It almost felt like a greenhouse. I was then presented to another door at the end of the dark room. This room had mangled ponies every where and had blood slashed all over the walls and body parts scattered across the room. I was then hyperventilating in my sleep trying to find a way out. But then I woke up in a cold sweat from this horrible dream.
When I woke up my vision was still trying to focus and adjust to the dim lighting. When my vision got back on track I began to smell an iron swell of blood in the air, I then looked around to see where I was. I was in the same room as I was in my dream.
I was strapped down by my two front hoofs and two rear hoofs. My fore hoofs were spread widely apart. I also had a muzzle on my face with a rag in my mouth. The only thing that wasn't strapped down were my wings.
Pinkie then walked over to me as I was trying to speak through the Cloth of the rag. "That's what this is for silly!" she said with a wide eyed grin on her face. She pulled over a metal table with a countless number of sharp objects presenting themselves. She picked up one of the tools that seemed to be a scalpel or something, all I know is that the object she picked up was metallic and sharp. I was starting to panic as she brought it closer and closer to my face.
She pulled the rag out of my mouth and grabbed my tongue. I tried to resist but it wasn't that helpful. My tongue slipped out of her hoof one or two times but she finally got a good grip on it. She brought the scalpel up to my tongue and slid the blade through the saliva encased muscle inside of my mouth. I screamed in pain and terror. I was panicking so much that I couldn't catch my breath, so I blacked out from the lack of oxygen to my head.
Pinkie then injected me with pure adrenaline and I woke up with my heart racing, my eyes wide, and a gasp for air. She said that I shouldn't worry because a lot of other ponies had done this in the process. She then walked over to a black and brown box with rivets on the seams of the box. She opened it and grabbed a large blade with no handle.
She place the blade on my right flank and let it sit while it was slowly cutting effortlessly through my flesh because of the weight. Pinkie walked back over to the box and grabbed a hammer. I was then able to figure out what she was going to do with that hammer. She walked back over to my right flank where the blade was still sitting. Before she began to do anything with the hammer she had clearly forgotten something. She picked up a large syringe off of the metal table. She stabbed it straight into my rib cage and said "You shouldn't be able to feel anything below your waist in a few minutes." She picked up the hammer again and began swinging it down onto the blade that was upright on my thigh.
I began to scream in agonizing pain while blood erupted everywhere, she just carried on and didn't even flinch as I flailed my hoofs to try and get out of the way. I soon found that it did nothing but make my situation worse. So I stopped flailing my hoofs and began to hold back my screams of pain.
The numbing began to kick in, and she was right, I couldn't feel a single thing. I watched pinkie in horror as she hammered away at my leg. I constantly told her stop but she didn't listen. She took the blade out of my now, severed leg and shook it around in my face saying "I just figured that you wouldn't really be needing this anymore since i'm going to kill you anyway. It's also a lot heavier than I thought huh Lightning."
I looked in disbelief as my body less leg was being happily waved in front of my horrified face by a very pink earth pony. I then blacked out from blood loss, not know that would be the last time that I would close my eyes.
I still was alive because I haven't gone brain dead quite yet. She then dismembered the rest of my body and put all of the parts into a large bucket labeled #33. I began to think about that dream. I realized that it wasn't a dream. It was me subconsciously telling myself that something wasn't right, that my situation was starting to go downhill at a break neck speed. My life then flashed before my eyes in a blurry haze and everything ended. Everything I was and ever will be was over. I had a good life, but now I was awaiting a better one. And hopefully my number would never come up again.