What happened? Where am I? What in Equestria is that thing!? These are all of the questions that were running through my head. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I am not where I am supposed to be. The world around me doesn't look the same, it doesn't feel the same! However, that was the least of my worries. My number one concern right now was finding out what was standing in front of me and if I should be ready for some kind of struggle.

It stood a few feet away from me, bring at least twice my size in height, and stared with wide open eyes. It seemed fascinated by my appearance, but there was something much stronger in its eyes. There were tears running down its face, and it had a certain look about it. Though we may not be the same species, I recognized this look instantly.

This was fear; Nothing short of pure terror could be seen in its expression. But, why? Was it afraid of me? While it would have every right to be, it likely didn't know who or what I was. So how could it?

For your sake, let's turn back the clock a bit to help you get caught up...

My cell was dark, it was cold, and it smelled like an old, run-down animal shelter. The walls that surrounded me were made of thick concrete, every inch of it being even more freezing to the touch than the last. To my left was a dirty mattress that laid flat against the floor, to my right was a toilet covered in grime that I couldn't even begin to describe.

For the longest time, I started to suspect that The Canterlot Dungeon was just a myth, something made up to scare ponies into following the laws; Turns out I was wrong. The stories of this place were practically a legend, but that was only because they save this kind of treatment for the most vile and monstrous of ponies.

Allow me to introduce myself; My name is-

"Pinkamena Diane Pie!"

Looks like introductions will have to wait...

I waited in silence, watching as four solar guards marched into my view. They stood just inches away from the rusted metal bars that held me in this cage, shooting me their usual stoic and emotionless glances. I didn't bother with a response, there didn't seem to be much of a point in doing so anyhow.

Their horns began to glow and the bars to my prison opened. Soon after, a number of hoof cuffs appeared and were positioned onto my forehooves. I didn't argue, I didn't struggle, I didn't fight. I had no reason to. I was caught and there was no way out of it this time.

Standing up on all fours, I worked my way over to the guards, stopping once I had exited the cell. They did one final search over me to make sure I wasn't hiding any weapons. Granted, I probably could have fashioned one somehow so I could attack and make my escape, but I doubt I'd get very far.

Before long I was completely chained up, my only method of movement being a light shuffle of my hooves across the floor as I was led to my next destination. By all rights, my walk should have taken a lot less time than it did. We moved at a slow pace down a dimly lit hallway. There were guards stationed on both ends, none standing more than ten feet from another.

The air around us was silent, I could barely hear myself walking across the solid floor. It was easier to listen to my own softly beating heart. I knew exactly where they were taking me, and I knew what they were going to do, but it didn't bother me. After everything I had been subjected to, or even the things I willingly forced myself to do, my mind had become jaded. There was very little left in this world that could faze me.

Sometimes I would think back on how much I've changed, how far I had come. Once upon a time I was a little filly that found joy in making everypony laugh and smile. As I grew older, I found myself continuing to enjoy this, but that part of me died off with all of those ponies I hurt.

It's not my fault, I was trying to take a stand! I was tired of revolving my life around others and their happiness while never stopping to consider my own. I let myself become a slave to the emotions of other ponies, but when I stopped to think about how I felt about it all, I discovered something about myself.

I discovered a seething hatred. Not for the ponies around me, but for one particular mare whom I was getting to know all too well. She was weak, she depended on other ponies to make her feel whole, like she was worth a damn. Every little thing she did had to be done so that everypony else would enjoy it. She had never done anything for herself. That mare was me.

When the realization of what I had been doing with my life hit, it hit hard. I felt used, beaten down and abused. Heh, I rymed and I didn't even intend to.

Where once I enjoyed the laughter of others, I suddenly felt dominated by it's very sound. They're high pitched tones rattled around in my brain, tearing at my psyche like a timberwolf feasting upon its kill.

After the initial shock of finally seeing that I had dedicated so many years to making others laugh, that my entire life was nothing but a big joke, that everypony just saw me as an instrument of entertainment; I cracked.

I can't remember exactly how I started this new hobby of mine. I just did and I never stopped, I couldn't. The rush I got when I kidnapped them, when took them from their homes and forced their very minds through the gates of Tartarus...It was beyond fun!

Fun doesn't even begin to describe how it felt. It was like I had taken control of my life again, like I had stomped out that pesky part of me that forced itself to bend to the whim of others for the sake of filling out the blank pages for the story of their life and the story was now all about me. I became the star of this show and the best pony in the theoretical novel was me!

At first I started out small; grabbing a single pony every so often, doing unspeakable things to their bodies. But, it wasn't enough, I wanted more. I tried going bigger, getting more ponies, coming up with new and creative fun ways to torture them before inevitably ending their lives.

Eventually I became unable to control myself anymore. My hobby became an addiction, it was a drug that a 'fix' just wouldn't suffice, I needed a full dose every time I took it. With every life I took, I felt so much more whole. It was as if there was a void in my chest for so long and it was finally being filled.

I see that I'm going a little over-board with my trip down memory lane, so lets get back to my short trip down a long hallway-

Six minutes and forty-three seconds later I was led into another room, this one looking much like my cell, only with a single chair in the center and a large mirror across the wall in front of it. Dangling from the ceiling is a small lightbulb that barely illuminated the area. The guards strapped me down to the chair, doing several test on my bindings to be sure that I wouldn't be going anywhere.

Once they were sure I wouldn't be able to escape, they left. Leaving me to sit in here cold and alone.

I know that I'm not alone though. I can faintly hear voices coming rom the mirror. They're talking about me, obviously, but I can't really make out what they're saying. It's probably about how they plan to get rid of me. Maybe if kidnapping was the only thing I had done, I'd probably just be banished.

But, when you move on from that to torture, rape, and cannibalism; That tends to push you more on the execution lines than anything else. The trial they held from me more than proved that. No pony stood in my defense. The only ponies who would even think about trying to defend me would be Dashie or Fluttershy.

...Kind of sucks that neither of them around anymore.

Another minute and fifteen second pass before I hear some kind of banging from behind the one way glass. I feel my ears flick slightly as the sound of hooves meet concrete work their way around. It's kind of weird actually, they sound like they're coming toward-

"Pinkie!" A familiar voice calls out, pulling me from my thoughts. The door to my temporary chamber is practically kicked open and on the other end was a pony who I considered a very close friend back in the day. Her purple fur is just barely noticeable from the dim light being cast on her body. The look in her eyes was one of pain and sorrow.

Twilight was there when they arrested me, doing whatever she could to have the guards release me. To make it easier on everyone, she was in complete denial that I had done any of the things that everypony was saying I did.

I don't doubt that she would have come to my trial and defended me, but the royal sisters, Celestia and Luna, declared her to be unfit to defend me because we were friends. Gotta love a corrupt government.

Before I could get another thought in, Twilight was already standing beside me with her horn glowing a bright purple hue. The restraints on my hooves instantly became loose and instinctively I started to wiggle out of them.

I'm not going to bother questioning her, if there's a chance I can get out of being executed then I'll welcome it with open hooves! Yes, I said I was going to accept that I was caught, but I don't plan on doing that now. Excuse me for being a little indecisive; I was about to be executed for Celestia's sake! I'm allowed to change my mind!!!

Freedom was a very nice thought, sadly all nice things come to an end and this one did rather abruptly.

In the blink of an eye Celestia was standing in the way of our exit, a large number of guards readied behind her. "What do you think you're doing!" The alabaster mare called out, sounding more like she was making a statement to reprimand Twilight. "She cannot leave here, Twilight! She is a menace to society and must be punished for her crimes."

Twilight turned to Celestia, tears rolling down her face as she talked back to her former teacher. "No! I won't let you hurt Pinkie!" She yelled, a mixture of sadness and rage beautifully blended together on her face. "Pinkie would never have done any of those things to any pony. She is not like that! I don't believe it, I refuse to!"

Rather than continue the argument, Celestia straightened out her posture, the angered look on her face vanishing and turning nearly as blank as her guards. "You won't believe me? Fine then." She said, her voice sounding as dead as she looked. "Why don't you ask your friend for yourself."

My friend's face contorted a bit as she looked back at me. I can't tell what she's thinking, as much as I wish I could.

"I will." Twilight replied, not taking her eyes off of me. Her body turned, facing herself directly at me. I can tell that she's nervous now. "Pinkie, you didn't hurt those ponies, did you?" She asked desperately.

I lowered my head, trying to think of how to answer her. While I had grown colder to most ponies, my friends included, I couldn't help but feel conflicted about how I should answer her.

An all too familiar urge started to rise in my gut, eating away at what sense I held in that moment. I could feel my head lifting almost on its own.

"I did." I answered, causing what little hope that remained in Twilight's eyes to shatter like glass. Seeing this; I couldn't stop the crooked smile that was forcing itself on my face. "And you know what? I'd do it again if I could." I took a step forward, causing her to flinch and step back. "I can't help myself, it just feels so good and I wouldn't give it up for anything."

Our eyes locked onto one another, never leaving out of fear that one might make a move. Before I could do anything though, my body was lifted off of the ground. A golden hue surrounded me and was holding me in the air.

Instantly my anger took hold and I started swinging my hooves around in a futile attempt to break free from the magical grasp. I focused all of my energy on trying to break free, paying no mind to the two alicorns that were now standing side by side.

It wasn't until I felt the magic on me tighten and hold me still that I stop flailing around like a madmare. My body unwillingly adjusted so that I was hanging upside down with my face forced toward Celestia's.

Our eyes spoke words of hatred for us, leaving everypony else in a near cancer-inducing silence.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Celestia finally spoke, her horn glowing brighter as she-

"AHHH!!!" I cried out in pain. I could feel her magic penetrating my body, forcing its way through me. My breaths became heavy as it reached my chest, making me struggle for air. I could feel it digging deeper into me until it reached my most vital area.

It's an odd sensation, to say the least. To feel a something akin to a vice grip taking hold of your beating heart and slowly squeezing it like a stress ball. To say it was painful was an understatement. I was writhing in agony, praying to all things holy for her to just get it over with.

During this trial, my eyes had sealed themselves shut. I managed to force them open, shooting Twilight the most pleading look I could muster.

Okay, now I'm literally dying in the most painful way I could imagine. I'm more than allowed to change my mind on whether or not I want this to happen!!!

Twilight tried to look away, but kept glancing back at me. She appeared to have some kind of internal war going on. I was going to cry out one last time, to beg for her help. However, she didn't give me the chance.

Just as I was about to speak, Twilight's horn practically ignited and fired directly at me.

Now, I thought what Celestia was doing hurt, but this was way more intense. It felt as though my body was imploding, sinking into itself before finally popping like a balloon. And like that, everything went white.

There was nothing; No pain, no ponies, just an empty brightness. I thought for sure that I was dead, but that one got its throat cut pretty quick. The light faded, giving away to a dark cloudy sky.

I was laying on my back with my everything pretty sore. Despite feeling like I had just been thrown into a blender set to puree, I forced myself back onto my hooves. The feeling of grass beneath me gave me some relief and the sight of layers upon layers of trees gave me a sense of peace.

I was free. I don't know how Twilight had done it, but she got me out of there. She saved my life...

This was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done. I'm not saying that I'm not appreciative, but I'm not exactly a saint in the eyes of others anymore.

Going back to the fact that I'm kind of stranded in a forest, I'm suddenly struck with the realization that I don't know where I am. Nothing here looks the way it should. I can't really explain it, but the world has much more...depth? Like everything has been enhanced to where I can see every little detail on even the smallest of things.

Even the air seems different. It feels thick as it fills my lungs, like its tainted somehow.

Then something really weird happens. I hear a rustling coming from behind me, and panting. It sounds like somepony is running and they're coming straight for me. I jump a bit, turning around and flashing an angry look at my oncoming-WHAT THE ACTUAL BUCK!?

From behind a set of bushes this...thing came out. It was tall, almost as tall as a minotaur, standing on two legs. There was no fur on its body, but it had a long flowing blonde mane.

It stopped when it had spotted me, staring at me with a look of fascination, probably from my appearance, but there was something much stronger in its eyes. There were tears running down its face, and it had a certain look about it. Though we may not be the same species, I recognized this look instantly.

This was fear; Nothing short of pure terror could be seen in its expression. But, why? Was it afraid of me? While it would have every right to be, it likely didn't know who or what I was. So how could it?

It's body suddenly became extremely tense, like it had been frozen in place. It's eyes rolled into the back of its head before the creature collapsed to the ground, it's face meeting the earth with a loud thump. It was in that moment that I noticed something rather peculiar.

A single arrow was lodged into the back of her head. Common sense deems this not to be something normal, so naturally I took off in the other direction, hiding behind a nearby tree. While my life could very well be in danger, again, my curiosity was stronger than any fear I might have felt.

I peered over, looking out from my hiding place. I spotted another one of these creatures marching out from the shadows. They were similar in most cases, but held a definite contrast to one another. This one seemed to be slightly taller than the other, it also had much shorter hair and a more defined form, while having a much less prominent chest.

It walked over to the fallen one and stood over it, a strange smile gracing its features as it looked down. "Did you really think that I was going to let you walk out on me?" It spoke to the dead creature, taking a knee so it would be more to its level. "I mean, come on!"

It reached out, grabbing the arrow and freeing it from the others head before rolling the body so it was facing the sky. "I spent all day making you a nice dinner, I gave you flowers, and even bought a bottle of wine for us to share. I've been more than generous and you lose your shit over what I keep in my freezer!"

This thing sounded mad, it even looked mad, but that twisted grin never left its face. I continued to watch in silence as it grabbed the dead creature by it's hair, lifting it so it would seem as though they were looking at each other. "That's just rude..."

It released it grip, causing the corpse's head to fall back to the ground. "Oh well, your loss." It stood up straight and tall walking down a few steps before grabbing the recently deceased by its legs and dragging it into the woods. "To the ice box!"

"Try not to feel too down, sweetheart." It continued, "Think of it this way; Now your late boyfriend will have some company! See, all is happy."

Author's Note

I do not plan to make the whole story in 1st person, only this chapter. The rest will be in 3rd and hopefully will get a lot more disturbing and even bloody. It's been a while since I've put out anything like this so I'm actually kind of eager to continue and see where I can go with it.