Chapter 1 - Attempted Murder
It was morning, she knew, though there were no windows or clocks in this room. She could feel the surface abuzz with ponies happily carrying out their lives. It made her sick just to think about them. So the pink pony sat up in her bed hoping the change in position would help her thoughts subside, but it only brought back more of them. She thought of her parents and sisters and the horrid smiles affixed their corpses when they had hung themselves the very morning after she had gotten her Cutie Mark.
“That really was a Hell of a party,” she said snapping back to reality, looking around her. Her room was underground where it was cool, quiet and uninterruptable. The walls were a deep shade of pink and all bare except for a few New Lunar Republic posters she’d picked up from a boy in the street a few months back and a banner hung over her bed that simply read, “Life is a Party.” Around the room was a calendar, a desk, a small mini-fridge and a deep crimson red couch that was seldom used. Though there was a door, a metal door, by that couch, polished clean and locked firmly with multiple deadbolts and padlocks.
She got out of bed and walking over to her calendar, the Equestrian Yearlong Calendar: Bland Edition to be precise, which had no colours, no pictures, just dates. Granted, that was only how it was originally; now it had scribbles all over it, in pink crayon or marker, listing or marking events and people.
“It’s the third Monday this month, and that means it’s time to draw another number,” Pinkie Pie said to herself, showing teeth as she smiled gleefully whilst running over to her dark metal desk. However, the smile she wore wasn’t happy; it was pained, tortured and evil. Pinkie opened the larger, bottom drawer of the desk filled with labeled pieces of paper. Without looking, she lifted one slip from the pile, and promptly shut the drawer again.
“Ooh, eleven!” she bounced up and down, hair poofing back up, “This is going to be so much FUN!”
Pinkie ran out the room and the little slip of paper fell slowly and gently to the ground. It read simply:
11: Rainbow Dash
A/N: Now, here is the whole ‘Cupcakes’ story, which fits in right here, which is by its own respected author: Sergeant Sprinkles.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/14lgUY7yfbooT5IT6miNNbPqSY_qLA9aiVMjsEpszePk/edit?hl=en#
-The Next Morning-
The alarm blared belligerently in her ears. She took a pillow and wrapped it around her head hoping to drown out the sound raping her eardrums, but it had little effect.
“Gah!” Pinkie shouted as she jumped from the bed, grabbed a nearby hardcover textbook of ‘Fighting the Toughest Stains in Equestria 101’ and slamming it as hard as she could into the alarm clock. After a couple hits, the noise stopped, but she kept smashing into until pieces of the device went flying.
“Oh my,” Pinkie said to herself giggling lightly, “Seems I’ve lost my temper again. Guess I shouldn’t have stayed up so late, but Dashie wouldn’t have stuffed herself now, would she?”
She composed herself slightly, still giggling but in a darker fashion, and walked over to a mirror. It was same she saw every morning. Her hair was unnaturally straight, flowing down to her side, and it seemed that if anypony were to run a comb through it would meet no resistance. Pinkie’s eyes, though, they seemed hollow, deep and brooding with deep, dark circles under her eyes that made her look as if she hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Hmph,” she said to the reflection, frowning grimly, “Well Hello there, Ms. Pinkamina Diane Pie, good Morning to you, too. What shall we do today?”
She looked away from the mirror and went over to her calendar.
“Well, I suppose I should return that book I got from Twilight’s library, it’s two weeks today since I checked it out, and I don’t need that bookworm on my tail about that dumb book. Granted, it did have some very good methods in it for removing various body fluids…” she trailed off, searching for the book.
“Well, shit,” she said as she saw it. The book, ‘Fighting the Toughest Stains in Equestria 101’, was bent about where it had been slammed into the alarm clock, and its previously perfect condition cover now had scratches and spider webs of cracks running through it. Pinkie sighed. She obviously couldn’t return it to Twilight in this condition, but then again, there was another person who could possibly repair it.
“Whelp, I’m off to Rarity’s, I suppose,” she said picking up the book and started to head toward the stairs, only to realize she’d forgotten to make herself more, well, happy looking. She went back down the few steps and over to the metal door. The door had a small viewing slit about halfway up that blended in well enough it was barely seeable from more than a meter away. Pinkie opened it and peered inside.
“Oh, yes, there you are Dashie,” she smiled happily as she looked at the stuffed pony in the large room on the other side, “I missed you so much, it’s good to see you again. And Ms. Berry Punch! You look beautiful as ever! I’m so happy I borrowed that stitching book from Rarity, it really paid off on you, huh?”
Pinkie continued to talk to things, at least twelve things, on the other side of the door, and her straight, pink mane slowly started to curl up and poof outward. The shadows under her eyes faded, her legs bounced more and more, and her tail swooshed side to side happily. She looked her normal self again, ready to face the day.
Pinkie bounded up the stairs for Rarity’s boutique. It was going to be a long day, she felt as she did so.
“Oh, dear! What happened to this book?” Rarity shrieked when Pinkie held up the book to her.
“Well, I was cleaning up some stuff in the bakery and kind of accidentally knocked up a super-duper heavy cabinet on it! It made a really loud crash and even went through the floor! Didn’t see until I managed to move it that the book was under it.”
“Okay, well, now that you say that I’m surprised it isn’t worse. But what are you going to do about your poor floor, dear?”
“Oh, it’s no big deal. I’ll have it fixed up in a jiffy!” Pinkie waved offhoofedly, then whispered, “If you wanna know a secret, I like working with power tools. They don’t really have much melody, but they’re really loud!”
“Yes, I can see that in you,” Rarity laughed and rolled her eyes, “I suppose that’s quite useful in setting up for a big party, too, right?”
“Yep!” Pinkie smiled, then said proudly, “When I was just a filly I once made a HUUGE chocolate waterfall that was three meters wide and two tall! Took me weeks to find enough spare lumber on the rock farm to build it, but it was amazing. Though I didn’t actually have any chocolate back then… and my father never really liked that kind of creativity…”
“Awww, I’m sorry dear,” Rarity said sympathetically after her pink fluffy friend drifted off in thoughts of the past, “Perhaps you could build it again sometime and we, your friends, could get enough chocolate for you.”
“Really?! That would be super scrumptiously tastily epic!” Pinkie screamed, “We could practically swim in it! Wouldn’t that be amazing, Rarity?!”
“Well, yes,” she said laughing, “but just think of how long it’d take to get that chocolate out of my fur? I think I’ll have to sit that out. I’m sure Rainbow Dash and Applejack would love the idea though! Ooh, perhaps I could help you with the finalizations of it by make it look absolutely fabulous?”
“That would be great! Though I’m not sure how well chocolate and gems go together. I’m sure spike would love that idea, now that I think of it.”
‘Though Dashie won’t be swimming anytime soon, except with, well, the fishies,’ Pinkie thought to herself, without showing the slightest hint on the outside. Though she was slightly amused by the saying used that way.
“Anyways, give me that book and I’ll be right back. It’s been a while since I’ve had to get wrinkles out of anything other than fabric, so I’ll need to double check some parts of the spell for harder things. It won’t be more than a few minutes.”
Pinkie held up the book, to which Rarity promptly embraced with her magic and carried it off in the back room of her boutique.
Pinkie sighed to herself and thought, ‘Why did I have to bring up that? It’s not like I really don’t like using power tools. Like saws, drills, dremels, welders, blow torches and so on… But why did I have to bring up THAT part of my childhood… It’s not like the viscous flogging my father gave me that had cut down to my bones after that wasn’t enough or anything…’
Pinkie was still lost in thought when Rarity came back.
“Oh my,” she gasped at Pinkie Pie, “What’s got you so down all of a sudden?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Pinkie perked back up, “Just had a few bad dreams last night. Must’ve been something bad in those cupcakes Dashie and I made yesterday that affected me.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I do hope you get to feeling better,” Rarity hugged Pinkie then handed over the book, which looked brand new with no creases in it whatsoever.
“Wow! I’m impressed. This book looks brand new.”
“Well, I couldn’t let it go on looking like it did,” she laughed.
“Yep, now I’m off to Twilight’s to return it.”
“Ah, so that’s why you wanted it back in perfect shape. Yes, she’d had been furious, good think you brought it to me then.”
“Yeppers,” said Pinkie going for the door, “Thank you very much Rarity. I’ll talk to you later!”
“Of course, Pinkie. Have a good day,” Rarity said loudly but politely as Pinkie shut the door behind her.
Back outside, Pinky bounded happily down the road. Well, at least she appeared happy, but on the inside she was observing and criticizing.
‘Gah, look at them, so happy. I bet most of them have never felt any pain in their miserable little happy lives! None of them know what it’s like to be beaten every day by their own fathers. They don’t know what it’s like to move tons upon tons of rock from barren fields to barren fields, and whenever they were hurt have their mother simply spit in the wound instead of bandaging it or anything actually HELPFUL!’
Pinkie saw the library in sight and run forward as fast as she could, hoping to possibly clear her head some before having to deal with Twilight. When she was on the step she knocked politely on the door.
“Come on in,” said Spike’s voice from within, and Pinkie entered, “Oh, it’s you, Pinkie! What’s up with you?”
“Oh, nothing, I just came to return a book I borrowed from here that helped me remove some stubborn stains from when I was baking some special cupcakes the other day. Whatcha been up to yourself?”
“Oh, you know,” Spike sighed, “Just helping Twilight run the library and such. The usual. She should be down here in a few minutes. TWILIGHT! Pinkies here!”
The air in front of Pinkie fizzed slightly and filled with electricity, then in a flash of purple-ish light Twilight stood in front of her.
“Oh, hey there Pinkie,” she spoke, “What do you need today?”
“Hey, Twilight! I was just bringing back this book about cleaning stuff. It was really useful for the last batch of cupcakes I made with Dashie,” Pinkie smiled.
“I see. Well, it seems to be in perfect shape,” Twilight magically rotated the book in front of her; it glowed briefly and then opened to a page.
“Pinkie,” Twilight started, “What is this here?”
The book rotated around to a page on cleaning up blood. To her genuine surprise, Pinkie saw a few spatters of diluted blood on the page. She could only assume they were from the night before with Rainbow Dash.
“Is this blood? Pinkie, why would you be cleaning up blood?” Twilight asked, concerned and curious.
“I, um, accidentally cut myself the other day. Had to clean it up, right?” Pinkie laughed, nervously.
Twilight put her leg over her friend’s shoulder, “Pinkie, you don’t have to lie to me. We’re all girls here, well, except for Spike, but you don’t have to make excuses if you had an ‘accident’. You silly.”
“Oh, No! It’s really not that, trust me,” Pinkie said, slightly embarrassed and annoyed at the same time.
“Oh, well, if you say so,” Twilight said, “But anyways, I know a few good spells for getting this kind of thing out, so don’t worry. Just hold on a second.”
Twilight walked over to the checkout counter and set the book down, then reached up with her magic for another book: 'Oliver’s Guide to Magical Cleansing'. She flipped through the pages until she reached what she wanted.
“Ah! Here we go. Earth Pony Body Fluid Removal Spells!”
‘Fuck,’ was all Pinkie had time to think before Twilights horn began to glow. She didn’t have time to stop her, and no excuses were coming to mind.
“Pinkie,” Twilight began suspiciously as the glow died down from the book, “This isn’t your blood, is it?”
Before Twilight had time to turn around, Pinkie had grabbed the nearby stepladder and slammed it into Twilight’s head, hard enough for the wood to shatter.
-Unknown amount of time later-
“Wha…?” Twilight murmured, her head throbbing, “Where am I?”
She tried to move, but couldn't, as her legs were spread eagle on a metal dissection table, bound with leather restraints at the edges. She settled for looking around. What she saw made her stomach wretch.
“Oh my Celestia…” Twilight muttered as she looked at all the various heads, spatters of blood, knives of all sizes on the dark metal walls and lastly she looked at Pinkie Pie herself in the corner of the room sitting, watching her. And to her right was Rainbow Dash, it seemed, smiling, but unmoving. Twilight almost vomited when she saw the stitching and realized what was going on.
“I see you’ve finally awoken, dear friend,” she said, hissing the last word.
“Pinkie! What is this?!” Twilight yelled weakly, looking at her bonds. She tried to focus her magic but felt it meet an insanely strong resistance. This seemed to elicit some humour from the pink pony.
“You can’t get free Twilight. Your magic is useless with that ring around your horn. Granted, I had to pull out only the strongest one for you, dear Element of Magic. That magical Dispel-Ring on you there was made by Celestia herself, very long ago. It’s indestructible.”
“But, how? Why?”
“Well, as far as how I got it, it’s quite easy to make some strong connections to powerful people with access to tons of ancient artifacts when you’re the innocent party pony that would never hurt a fly. As to the ‘why’ question…” she trailed off.
“You were about to discover my other self, the self almost nopony knows about. You were about to discover the monster I have inside of me. That blood in the book was indeed not mine. It was Dashie here’s,” Pinkie pointed at the stuffed pony beside her.
“How did you get me to… wherever this place is? Spike must have surely seen something and everypony else along the way!”
“Did you know that dragon of yours could perform some spectacular magic in his last hour?”
“Could? Last hour? What did you do to him?!” the Dispel-Ring glowed dimly with her words; Twilight’s anger rose.
“I did not do anything to him. He came in as soon as he heard my smashing that ladder upside your head. Since I could not risk him telling others and I needed to get back home,” Pinkie waved around her indicating this was her home, “I forced him to teleport us here, using you my dear friend as a hostage. “
“You told him to teleport us! Do you have any idea what that could have resulted in at his age? With his amount of magic and lack of skill?!”
“Indeed I do,” Pinkie stated calmly as she stood up from the chair and picked up something from behind it. Twilight strained her eyes, but it was dark against the already dark metal. Pinkie threw it at her.
The thing landed on Twilight’s exposed stomach, and she looked down on it. What she saw was the charred remains of a baby dragon, now nothing but blackened bone with a few scraps of seared flesh still on it. The skull slipped to the side slightly and the hollow, burnt eye sockets looked at her. Twilight vomited.
“He wasted all his energy keeping you safe, and me as well, since we were so close to each other that he forgot to shield himself from the torrents of energy that come with teleporting through space to my home. That is a result.”
“You! You monster!” Twilight stammered, violently throwing up again.
Pinkie sighed and smiled lightly, “Yes, I suppose I am. You must excuse me for not being my usual chipper, random self, at least. I wear that as a shell to hide what I truly am. I use it to hide the fact I love killing, that I love torturing, dismembering, raping, and eating ponies. It’s a horrid life, if you must know, but somepony has to do it.”
“NO! No you never had to do thi-“
“SHUT UP!” Pinkie yelled with previously unknown ferocity, “You have NEVER known what I’ve had to do to get by in this world! Since I was a filly every single day has been one struggle after another!”
“This,” she motioned around her to the chamber, “This is the only way I’ve found to cope with my thoughts, my nightmares.”
Twilight had wiggled the dragon skeleton off of her and onto the floor, and remained bound and silent until Pinkie spoke again.
“Though now that you know my secrets, well, some of them at least, it is time for you to die as well.”
“Why? I could just perform an amnesia spell on myself?” Twilight begged.
“That’s not nearly as fun!” Pinkie said walking over with a large smile on her face. She walked behind the table Twilight was positioned on and picked up something. Something large from what Twilight heard. She heard the crank of an engine starting up behind her. A chainsaw engine.
“Now,” Pinkie yelled over the sound of the chainsaw, her mouth formed into a massive evil grin with wide open, glowing eyes above, “This may hurt a bit.”
Twilight screamed at the saw sank deeply into her left shoulder and was twisted outward and down. She’d never felt such searing pain in her life and almost passed out.
“Aww, don’t tell me you’re going already?” Pinkie laughed maniacally, “Dashie didn’t even flinch when I chopped her wings off. I’m sure you can handle losing a few limbs!”
Twilight bit down hard as the rotating blades of death went down into her right shoulder, taking off her other foreleg.
“Pinkie, please…” Twilight cried, but it went unheard over the sound of the chainsaw, “Please don’t kill me…”
Pinkie just barely heard the last sentence, and cut the chainsaw.
“Oh, thank you!” Twilight exclaimed.
“I’m not going to kill you,” Pinkie said, still smiling, “That will be up to other forces.”
“For now, though,” she continued, raising an axe above her head, “Say goodbye to your hindlegs!”
“NO!” Twilight screamed again, to no avail, as the blade sank deeply into her right hip, mere inches away from her sex organs. So close, in fact, that when the nerves were severed to her leg, the electrical shockwaves sent to and from her brain caused her to wet herself. However, since Pinkie was still in that general area, the spray of urine covered the pink pony.
“How impolite, Twilight. I thought you would be more civilized than that given your previous history in Canterlot.”
“Pinkie…” was all Twilight could muster, the pain starting to overtake her.
The party pony sighed, dropping the axe, “I suppose I’ll have to cut this short. You’ll be unconscious soon and I want you to experience dying wholly!”
She giggled, and then unfastened the only strap that still held an attached limb. Pinkie picked up Twilight’s draining body and carried her over to another previously unseen corner in which a large tub of reddish liquid sat.
“Wha?” Twilight murmured through the pain, hazily looking at the vat she was being carried to.
“This, is my drowning tank,” Pinkie said proudly, tossing Twilight into the water, her new blood mixing in with the old of previous victims.
Pinkie watched for a minute as Twilight thrashed about. Bubbles started to come up as Twilight failed to breathe, then after a few larger bubbles there were no more.
Looking into the water, she could see the Dispel-Ring glow brightly, boiling the water around it, but then it faded away. Twilight stopped moving.
Twilight was dead.
“Well, that was fun,” Pinkie said to herself as she wiped her bloody hooves on a towel and began to walk away from the tank.
Suddenly, there was a bright red glow on the walls. Pinkie snapped around to watch the drowning tank. Inside, she watched closely as the Dispel-Ring grew brighter and brighter.
“No, this can’t be. She is dead!” Pinkie screamed, but it didn’t change anything.
The light grew more and more, and the water of the tank boiled viciously, steam pouring forth from it. Then, it happened.
The indestructible Dispel-Ring, created by Princess Celestia herself, shattered, and the pink party pony was engulfed in incomprehensibly bright pinkish-purple.
“Sister, I feel something,” Luna said as she walked out onto the balcony of the royal study.
“Me too, Luna,” Celestia replied, her face working.
“I fear something not even we can prepare for is about to happen. Something not of this world.”
“Me too, Luna,” Celestia said again.
“Please tell me you’re picking up more than what I am!?” Luna said, exasperated.
Celestia sighed, “You have as much idea as I do, little sist-”
There was a tiny glimmer to their right, in Ponyville, they both realized. Then, a flash of brilliant light raspberry brighter than the center of Celestia’s Sun lit up their world. Both Princesses were knocked backward with more force than they had seen in thousands of years.
After a few seconds, the light died down, and both sisters got up on their hooves again, only to see something they had never seen. Well, not that they had ever seen from this angle, at least.
In the sky, not more than a mile above the ground was an exact copy of the planet they currently stood upon. Equestria itself was upon them, literally.
“Tia,” Luna said softly and pointed toward Ponyville, “Look.”
In the very center of Ponyville, a thick column of light spanned the distance between the two planets. A purple-ish, pinkish light.
“Twilight,” the elder goddess said quietly.
“What in tarnation was that?!” screamed Applejack as she ran outside to see the now dimming glow of the massive explosion.
“I don’ know. Ya think we should go an’ check it out?” Apple Bloom shouted excitedly from behind her.
“Not sure if that’s a good idea little sis’.”
“Not everything fun is always a good idea,” stated Apple Bloom.
“Ya do have a point, I suppose…”
“Then what are we waiting for?!” Apple Bloom ran past her and toward the center of Ponyville.
“Hold up there, girl! Don’t need you gettin’ yourself killed now,” yelled Applejack as she sprinted after the knuckleheaded filly.
“My word, what was that?” Rarity asked, stunned by the flood of light that had just passed through her boutique.
“It was pretty,” Sweetie Belle commented, smiling up at her.
“Well, yes,” Rarity agreed as she walked over to the window, “but I think we may have bigger issues on our hooves than if the light were pretty.”
She pointed toward the sky indicating for Sweetie Belle to come look as well.
“Wow,” they both said in unison.
“every creature, please calm down,” Fluttershy said meekly to the fluster of creatures scurrying around her and around her cottage.
“Calm down. I beg of you calm down before you hurt somepony or something,” she said a bit louder, but still went unheeded.
Fluttershy sighed to herself then took in a deep breathe.
“CALM DOWN!” she yelled out loud enough for the trees themselves to still. Every single creature within at least three hundred meters stopped immediately and moved not an inch until she spoke again.
“Thank you,” she said as politely as ever, “Now, all of you please take shelter either in your homes or in the spots around my cottage I have reserved for you all. And please, if you don’t mind, be careful.”
Fluttershy was watching the animals organize themselves when Angel hopped over and tugged lightly on her long flowing pink mane in order to gain her attention.
“Oh, hey Angel. What do you need?” Fluttershy asked the small white rabbit.
Angel simply pointed toward Ponyville.
“Oh my.”
“Twilight?!” Luna asked, “How the buck could Twilight do something like this? And what the buck IS this anyway?!”
“It is a crossing between two universes, parallel universes to be precise,” Celestia said matter-of-fact-ly.
“And you know this… how?”
“Do you remember any of the legends mother used to tell us when we were young?”
“Not many,” Luna replied, still shocked by the explosion and her sisters abnormal calmness.
“There was one that spoke of the creation of the Elements of Harmony,” she began, “Long ago, even before our parents lived, there were beings that could usher forth the creation of entire universes. They were the ones that created the Elements, and were the original wielders of them. They used them as tools to forge worlds that life could thrive upon.”
“And do you think Twilight managed to channel some of their power somehow?” Luna asked, wide eyed as she imagined such power.
“I’m not sure. However, you must know, that even though ponies everywhere consider us goddesses, those original beings, or The Great Ones as mother called them, are the closest things to true gods all of existence has encountered. Though even they could not stave off death, and eventually perished, or so the legends go. No one knows how, though. Our mother had the idea that they had emplaced themselves within the Elements of Harmony to one day guide the restoration of universes or to protect them.”
“Huh,” was all Luna could muster, and then she asked, “So if what we see above us is practically a copy of our own universe, or at least Equestria, wouldn’t they have their own set of the Elements?”
“Indeed they would,” Celestia nodded, “But all instances of the Elements existence are essentially the same.”
“Was that in mother’s tales as well?”
“No, I learned that on my own during the thousand years you were gone, sister. After using the Elements to banish Nightmare Moon, I dedicated centuries to tracing back the source of their power. I was unable to find that source, but the trail led me outside of this universe and beyond. It gives me reason to believe all instances of the Elements are as such.”
“Wow. You really need to start keeping track of all this stuff you’ve learned so I can read it,” Luna laughed lightly.
“Well, I have, you’ve just been too busy reading up on modern tax laws and playing with your abacus to notice the entire room in the private library dedicated to my findings,” Celestia laughed back.
“Hey, Tia?” Luna asked as Celestia began to walk forward.
“Yes?”
“If that is indeed another universe, with its own set of the Elements of Harmony, am I correct in assuming it has its own versions of us and everyone else?”
“That is correct,” Celestia replied, then laughed as she took off, “Now; we mustn’t keep ourselves waiting any longer.”
‘Where the buck am I now?’ Pinkie thought to herself as she floated through an ethereal space, ‘Hmm… I could possibly be dead. That was a very large explosion. Perhaps I should have simply cut off Twilight’s horn before I killed her instead of teasing with that Dispel-Ring. Granted, that damnable object was supposed to have been indestructible! It was after all made by the Sun goddess herself.'
Pinkie reviewed the last few hours in her mind, trying to figure out why Twilight had, well, exploded, after dying. All the time she simply floated through space, stars twinkling in the distance. Where they twinkling? She thought about that as well. The stars seemed to be watching her, blinking.
The stars grew dim after a few minutes, then dimmer, and finally vanished altogether. Pinkie could not feel anything touching her skin, not even air, and she assumed this must be death. Then she hit something.
Pinkie looked around to see what it was, but couldn’t see anything. She reached out and felt for whatever she had hit, and found a cold object covered in fur. She ran her hooves slowly over the object.
“Holy shit!” she screamed as she felt a face on it.
The thing opened its eyes, and space was suddenly ablaze with violet light. The things eyes, Twilight’s eyes, shone like miniature suns in space. Pinkie could see the Twilight floating before her was the same she had mangled and killed.
“Pinkamina Diane Pie,” Twilight spoke, but the voice she spoke with was not of any world. It shook the very fabric of space and time around them. Pinkie watched as entire galaxies were born, lived and died along with the voice. The voice breached frequencies impossible in any medium, sending ripples of light out along cracks of magic powerful enough to destroy entire worlds. The voice penetrated the deepest regions of Pinkie’s mind and echoed in melodies so utterly beautiful and horrid any normal mortal would have gone insane just from hearing one note.
It was a god’s voice.
“I,” it began to speak again, “am the lead co-creator of the Elements of Harmony. In your language, the word for me is Magic, and I am among the beings who created your universe and untold others.”
It paused, and Pinkie knew it was waiting on her reply.
“Why am I here?” she asked.
“Well, you see, when you killed poor Twilight here, you left an artifact on her that another one of my faithful creations, Princess Celestia, had made long ago. When a pony dies, he or she’s soul disembarks through the main source of output for them. For Earth ponies it is their hooves. For Pegasuses it is their wings, and for Unicorns it is their horn. Twilight Sparkle is powerful, but her soul was unable to break through such a strong barrier as the Dispel-Ring you placed on her horn.”
It paused again, so Pinkie said, “You still haven’t answered what I asked.”
“Indeed I have not, young one,” it spoke, “Souls are, in their most basic form, pure harmonious magic, and are given basic rights once freed. However, since Twilight’s soul could not be freed, she instinctively called out to another form of power that could free her. Her Element, the one of Magic. Me.”
It seemed to take a breath, then continued, “I am tied by oath to the Elements I created, specifically Magic, so I came immediately. The result, was, well, let’s say that I’d never had to directly intervene in such a young universe before. The resulting explosion I managed to contain, but it had unintended consequences. Consequences I need you to resolve for me.”
“ME!?” Pinkie yelled incredulously, “Why would I ever help you!”
“You were the closest to the event.”
“You do know I’m the one that killed her in the first place, right? I thought we’d gone over that.”
“I am well aware of all your doings, past and future.”
This entire time, Twilight’s body had been still as stone, but now it smiled.
“Goodbye, Ms. Pie.”
“What?! NO!” Pinkie yelled, but she could already feel static gathering around her, and she was suddenly rocketed in seemingly every direction through space and even through time. Things blurred and she could see or think no more.