Inky Pinkie

by virgoknight

Rating: mature
Tags: Horror, Pinkie Pie, Iron Will, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Other
Length: 3427

Creepy pasta Pinkie Pie getting even stevens for her own death.

Pinkie Pie loses her own life in a tragic accident. The accident was fool hardy because a certain business Bull was rushing his shipment of Illegal relics and artifacts to some unknown customer. A certain artifact revives Pinkie Pie into something different but dangerous. I hope you pony readers enjoy the fic.

Published 2016-11-03 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-03 03:30:01 UTC

Inky accident

“Honestly Braeburn stop running so much you are getting me all inky.” said a pink pony oozing in black goo with a startling large serrated knife that had a yak horn handle.

The nasty blade had letters etched into the handle P.P. She twirled the blade mischievously like at one of her parties. She threw the knife pinning the yelping stallion by his ear.

“Urgg oh my lady Luna forgive me it was an accident please forgive me.” said a sniveling Braeburn.

Blood was trickling down his face as he tried to pull the large knife out of his ear. A pained scream filled the room as the blade came loose blood flowing from his head onto the floor. He stood staring at the black and pink pony dripping on the floor in his house he smiled with a quick change of attitude he twisted the knife in his hoof. He slashed in her general direction trying to intimidate his attacker fear gaining in his eye's as he missed each time.

“Stupid pony I am gonna love making you bleed.” a grim smile displayed on his face.

He remembered his first kill with a knife as a child when his visited Canterlot they never did find that mare.The blade was dripping with his blood which only made him more angry at the mare before him. She smiled a Pinkie smile from ear to ear as she melted into the ground disappearing in his living room leaving him stunned. The lamp was illuminating the room but he could see shadows dancing across his floor.

“What but how … you monster!” braeburn said with a cowards anger. He began thrusting the serrated blade randomly his eyes furrowed with fear as his sweat was covering his hide.

Inky Pinkie appeared behind him and said “ Are you looking for me dear I think its time for a snack.” Her body lurched like an open mouth as her ink spilled across his room forming ink hooves that were reaching for his throat.

“No get off me you blot get off me you sorry piece of..” Braeburn stopped short his tongue was being yanked out his mouth. The knife once in his hoof was in hers in the blink of an eye.

Inky Pinkie spoke with a giggle “My dear its time for a new ingredient a delicious dish made from you.”

She slowly serrated his tongue like one would cut a piece of ham on a wonderful holiday while pinning his body down with her inky form. Delight was covering her inky face one eye changing to a green color while the other remained blue. Tears welled in Braeburn eye's as he attempted to scream but nothing made it out but a bloody gurgle.

His blood was spilling across his new rug that he bought recently in town a special Tirek pattern to impress the ladies. She released him reforming herself into a pony form it took a moment to do so. This was enough time for Braeburn to crawl away from her as held his bleeding mouth closed. He picked himself up to run for the door his chest was heaving as the adrenaline ran rampant through his system. He was about to slam into it only to find out there was ink on the floor causing him to slip. this motion sent him backwards into the kitchen wildly screaming as he fell.

“My oh my silly Brae if I may this door was locked before you awoke you adorable little apple.” her smile could curdle milk.

He found himself barely awake laying on the table in the kitchen next to him was the ink mare who winked at him while pulling the knife from her mane. She grinned a dark smile as she twirled it with her right hoof like professional blade wielder. He backed away more blood spilling from his wounds he could feel himself feeling faint. His eye's went wide open knowing this was the moment he was dreading ever since he took the deal with Iron Bull to transport those cursed artifacts.

“Its a shame you can't speak my golden delicious treat I was hoping for you to tell me more.” her dual eye's twinkled.

In a frightful rush he charged her fear smattering his shaking legs as he launched straight into her. She closed her eye's the knife darted from her hoof with a shadowy blur digging right into his plot. This horrible attack caused him to rear upwards kicking right into Inky Pinkie sending ink everywhere. Ink splattered the walls as the knife was stuck in his plot he fell over bleeding to death. As his vision blurred his last memory to surface was when he was bucking apples with his favorite cousin a smile touched his lips.

His hind quarter was twitching from the adrenaline rush as ink ran over the room. The ink seeped into the crevices of the building vanishing from sight leave no trace behind her. The room had multiple blood splatters all over bleeding but there was no sign of forced entrance baffling many guard ponies.

A group of large stallions charged into the home searching the home until the bloody corpse of Braeburn was found.There was shriek from the largest of the guard that startled the group of guards. The elder of the group gave orders for the premise to be searched for an intruder.

She remembered seeing iron bulls signature on some papers mumbling to herself"Hmm this would be perfect chance to taste some beef I am tired of apples.."

Six days have past since the death of the handsome stallion known as Braeburn. Many mares came to his funeral bickering over who loved him the most and who killed their apple heart. Inky Pinkie took this chance to observe the crowd in the shadows of the tomb watching the crowd.

This was an open casket funeral as the body was on display for all to see. The guard asked for a open casket to help catch anyone who looked suspicious at the funeral since the killer's tend to visit the victim. The family had a difficult time agreeing to this open casket considering the state of the deceased but agreed in hopes of catching the murderer.

Her thoughts lingered on how many tasty morsels that were there her hunger seemed to linger on as if filled by vengeance. These thoughts quickly soured up for a moment when her friend Applejack was there grieving for her family. For one moment a black tear trailed down her face being absorbed by her hooves. she turned into puddle that filled a small hole near the tomb. She felt soft sobs building in her chest when all of a sudden she heard the clapping of a large Minotaur marching towards the group.

“Useless meat he had the chance to make some real cash but he botched that up to.” He sneered looking at the stabbed corpse he shivered for a moment.

Iron Bull stomped his cloven hoofs on the ground as he chuckled to himself. The Apple family yelling at him to leave as they stood on their hooves shouting with anger in their eye's. Applejack ran and jumped over the fence to buck him. This sent a few feet landing on his butt skidding him towards his wagon. He stood up unscathed as he glared with red tinging his eye's he felt rage at this action. But an idea struck his mind a cruel pathetic villainous plan had begun churning in there.

“Trust me Apples I am not through with you yet I shall eat your cores and all.” he growled through his teeth as he stepped onto his wagon.

The diamond dogs who were wearing slave collars pulled the cart away from the sorrowful scene at a dogged pace. Inky was nowhere in sight but if you look hard enough beneath at a certain wagon it seemed awfully dark for a mid afternoon. Her thoughts growing darker with each bump leaving a small ink trail on the dirt trodden road. A recent memory resurfaced as her emotions grew darker, she was bouncing cheerfully towards a birthday for the Apple family.

It was gonna be such a wonderful day so much cake her mouth watered inkfully at the thought of cake. A sigh escaped her right before she was ran over in an accident that Braeburn was leading in hurry. Yes her Pinkie sensed kicked in but she was to late to react as a wagon full of foreign artifacts Blitzed her over. Iron Bull was gonna pay extra to have it delivered in one day at top speed Braeburn remembered as he ran Pinkie Pie over. She felt the pain of her own bones snapping in half as her life blood spilled across the road. She saw her rib cage being ripped open as the wagon tore her apart.

Pinkie desperately wanted to scream but the world was screaming at her her vision was covered in tears. Her Pinkie sense twitched again and something fell upon her a quill covered in ink. Her eye's closed for the last time as she saw Braeburn get out of the wagon with a look of disgust on his face. The last thing she heard was muffled by the screams of passing ponies. She was buried with the artifact for a few days later giving the artifact time to merge slowly with the pink pony mind and body.

This created the first ink pony her whole body was made of ink which was controlled by her thoughts. She was fine with this but the artifact has side effect besides the inky form. Your mind becomes more warped as time moved on you could feel the corruption as it tore at the shadows of your mind. It was two months since her death nothing but cakes and revenge danced in her mind. A gleeful smile danced across her face as a vile plan formulated in her imagination.

The sigh didn't go quite unnoticed “Who is there!” yelled Iron Bull up above her.

“No one master just us and you sir.” the diamond dogs responded fear tinging their tongues.

Upon further inspection you could see bruising around their faces as if they were beaten often. The wagon stopped in front of a large mansion called the Iron mountain. Iron Bull checked his surroundings for the odd sighing sound but nothing got his attention. He opened the door of his fancy wagon as he strode he was approached by a well dress diamond dog.

“Sir your family is home.” replied another diamond dog in a black suit standing in front of the mansion.

Iron bull nodded his head as he got off he gave a swift kick to the wagon that sent the cart runners away from his sight. He grinned at his simple action when he noticed a pile of black liquid on the ground. He stuck his finger in the liquid to give it a smell but it only smelled of ink. He wiped his finger on his butler.

“That is fine we shall dine well tonight,” he grimaced as he touched his rear "There is the rest of the artifacts we had successfully sold at Colton."

Then he marched into his home bellowing his greetings for all to hear. His son came running to hug his father as they discussed his visit to Braeburn's funeral. His wife was in the garden when he came home burying a naughty Diamond dog for not listening to her orders clearly.The meal with the family was wonderful he thought to himself as he sent his child to his bedroom. Iron Bull swooped up his wife up for their snuggle time he carried her to bed as she spoke randomly.

He nearly dropped her as his body felt the fatigue of the day wear on or so he thought. He put her on the bed and was about to give her a kiss but she already was fast asleep.

"Strange normally she chat my ears off," he felt annoyed at his wife "No skin off my nose then."

A scream was heard causing him to open his eyes in a panic as he scrambled out of the bed. He then noticed his wife was gone from the room and that unmanly scream was from his butler Tier in his doorway. He got up and marched over to sobbing sounds of his servant noticing he was covered in blood.

"What happened and where is Tier where is my wife!" he roared at his incompetent butler.

Tier only pointed down the hallway where his son room belonged. The large Minotaur shoved the pathetic dog aside as he rushed down the hallway. As he ran down the hallway a few of his paintings had ink mustaches with fake breast's drawn on him in each portrait. He roared as he stopped in front of his sons room.

His concern went up a notch when he looked in to see a horrifying scene that sent chills down his legs he shuddered terribly. The knife that was used to kill Braeburn was supposed to be at the royal guards station. It was embedded in the eye of his wife pinned against the wall her entrails was used to strangle his child who was bloating further upon his death. The two were wrapped in the entrails in a deathly embrace that made his mind go blank.

This macabre scene brought the whole world to a halt as tears were streaking down his cheeks as well as fear. “Who the Tirek slayed my family mutt!” he kicked the diamond dog who ran to his side.

He then began to beat the dog as Tier cried out to stop he only kicked more leaving a red and yellow pool next to his butler. There was a slow slicing sound coming from the bloated child's stomach which caused both of the males to stop and stare. Inky Pinkie was using the pelvic bone of the brat to slice his stomach open to release herself from her self contained prison. This revealed a blood covered inky pony staring with her dual covered eye's at her new victim.

“Hi my names Inky Pinkie I killed your family well I tortured them for information, how was your dinner little extra seasoning makes ponies or bulls sleep so hard!” a grim smiled touched her lips as she spoke energetically.

Her inky mane reached up and unpinned the wife pulling the knife out with a sickening popping noise. The blade still had the eyeball clinging serrated edge. The two family members collapsed on the floor their horns interlocked together revealing a terrifying scene of multiple wounds. Her emerald colored eye changed to brown along with her blue eye staring innocuously for a moment before a Discord like smile appeared.

Iron Bull felt a powerful fear real deep down touching his cloven hooves but he refused it. He grabbed the door like a shield and charged the crazy pony as if he was a powerful mobile battering ram. He slammed into her sending splatters all over place sending the knife clattering behind him near his wounded servant.

“Ha take that you pathetic weak...” He turned around to the sound of blood dripping from Tier's throat his eye staring wide eye like a fish at market.

“Oh silly I keep killing all your help its becoming a fun habit lets call this a murder party at Iron Mountain.” irony dribbled down her chin or was it blood.

She thought nope never mind that was blood he charged again swinging the door breaking it across the entrance. He ran down the hallway making a clear distance away from the scene. His speed was bolstered by a heap load of adrenaline that was coursing through his veins.

Inky pinkie giggled at his retreat “This is so much fun the most I have since my own death ooo maybe he will have more fun like I am having right now.” Tapping her hooves musically on the floor.

"It's a shame that I have a map of his mansion and by luna's fake beard he counds like he clopping over to his armory." she rather enjoyed talking to herself.

“What a bad choice this will only end the game sooner.” her hooves melded into the floor.

She then added gleefully "I have a surprise for our dear bull a fun one indeed!"

A few moments later the room was empty as blood was seeping into the wood one day this room will be named the room of three. Iron bull charged into his personal armory the door swung wide open. He saw something impossible his thoughts raced it can't be how can she be here already . Inky Pinkie was wielding a mallet with chunks of apple and blood encrusting the blunt of it its handle which had unique initials A.J.

“Ooo this feels wonderful Mr. Bull where did you get this.” her madness was overcoming her again.

It increased even more so when she slipped into this room, this mallet called to her to smash him. Her mind screamed painfully make yourself some mincemeat pie it will be so delicious.

He was backing away as he grabbed a spear with one hand and an ax with the other he screamed “Die you monster you killed my family my wife and my child you false thing.”

Rage was building inside Inky Pinkie and her voice was losing its cheerful demeanor.

She sounded like it was forcefully grated out “ You piece of baddie you killed me you have slain and bullied countless others your family was the same nothing but rotting meat.” She spat out a piece meat from her mouth that was strangely beef like.

Her head twisted into a circle motion “Besides this is a murder party what kind of host would I be if I didn't entertain.”

He thrust with his spear piercing her body like a pig on a spit he smiled victoriously but when he tried to yank his weapon out it was stuck. Her eye's grew bigger as her ink covered the room locking the door. He was pulling furiously with his mighty Minotaur strength failing to retrieve the spear. Iron Bull threw his ax splitting her head wide open everything fell to the floor making a loud clattering sound. He stood up on both of his hooves sweat was pouring out of his body. A sigh of relief escaped him as weariness took over he chuckled to himself in his victory. He raised his hand's to the ceiling his face lost its fear of the weird ink pony.

When he suddenly noticed that there was an ink mass on the ceiling with a familiar knife aiming at his head. She fell in a quick motion piercing his skull with her favored blade. He shrieked in octaves enough to disturb the ink causing her to collapse to floor. She slowly reformed her body again in small matter of time.

“Shut up you little moo I am gonna finish you up proper like now or no more frosting for you ever again.” she picked up the mallet from the ground.

She hefted it with both hooves the shrieking was growing louder until she slammed the mallet onto the knife. This shot the blade all the way through his innards and out his lower abdomen. Iron Bull instantly fell to the floor sending a out a loud thud as he banged against the stone floor.

“Ha ha ..ha no more noise, mincemeat pie is for dinner.” she grabbed her personal knife but the handle was damaged severely.

That was ok with her as she began carving a meal that would have satisfied a hydra. Her brown colored eye changed to a yellow color this time while she was humming. The mansion was decorated in blood that had splattered the whole building. She decorated the house with the bones of its inhabitants but no flesh was ever found only blood and bone. This house was never bought but it was always considered to be haunted with laughter and a mayhem. Party like sounds was always heard but never a soul was seen here. Iron Mountain became a hot spot for those to test their bravery will you be brave enough to face the ink and not blink...

Author's Note

This is my late Halloween Creepypasta hope you enjoy the meal.