Pinkie revealed a table of knives. Organized formally and wickedly sharp.

"Pinkie? PINKIE!?!?!?"

-Bake Time-

A ding could be heard from the kitchen. The cupcakes were ready. Pinkie pulled them out of the oven. They looked like red velvet with little chips of meat. It tasted like sweet jerky and bread. Pinkie was pleased with how the sweets came out, considering how much work she put into them. She had one and there was a nausea-like tugging pain after she ate it. Her throat was tight for the rest of the day. The more she ate, the more she changed. She ate the entire batch in a day. Let's do some math together. It took here a week to eat one of Gilda's batches. One and a half for Twist... so in conclusion, she's rapidly eating more.

She Needed more and more. She stopped baking her friend into sweets and eventually, ate her raw, but then she ran out. She felt horrible nausea when she wasn't eating any meat, so she took a long look at her front leg and bit into it. Skin peeled off as she took out the chunk of meat. She found herself with bloody, exposed bones when she was finished. She was then on the floor, not breathing, but not dead, neither.

"I... need.... What?" her voice grew deeper the first question she had was "how long was I sleeping?" Millions more filled her broken brain. She was in a cacoon-like mass of flesh which she pulled apart and walked out of. Her fur was black. She had nothing covering her now deer-like skull. She stood bipedally and felt a strange sense of strength.

"Go, my child, wreak havoc on Ponyville, you must grow stronger,"

-Ponyville High-

"Ya'll are kiddin' me. He asked you out?" asked Applebloom.

"Yeah, he was blinded by my awesomeness," Said Scootaloo

"I was kind of betting the odds weren't in your favor," said Sweetie Belle.

"Well, this just proves you were wrong," said Scootaloo with a smug look on her face. Years had passed, six years. The CMC is in 10th grade. None of them have any idea what the want to do in the future, Apple and Sweetie are being pressured by their sisters to be successors and Scootaloo doesn't have anypony, her dad doesn't pay much attention to her and all she ever does is watch videos, play video games like Call of Cutie and Fallout: Equestria Online, or go on her scooter. She can fly now, but she prefers to go on her scooter. It's Heart's Warming Eve and the ground is littered with snow. An ice storm has taken down a few trees, freezing most objects to whatever they were on. "I bet you won't lick the metal pole,"

"What?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"I said I don't think you got the guts to lick the frozen pole,"

"Scootaloo, if she does that, she'll be stuck here and we'll need to call somepony," said Apple Bloom.

"Not if she's fast, just five seconds,"

"Fine, But if my tongue gets stuck to the pole, I'm blaming you Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle went up to the pole and hesitated.

"Are you gonna do it or not!?"

"I'm going!" She placed her tongue on the pole and was stuck immediately because of the ice storm. Her tongue changed color and ice crystals began to penetrate through the soft surface. Scootaloo heard her scream and attempted to pull her off. The ice was working like a cold patch of spikes. It started with a few pricks and turned into repeated stabbing. blood dropped onto the floor as she attempted to tug away.

"Fuck..."

"DAMMIT, SCOOTALOO THIS IS YOUR FAULT. YOU KEEP GETTING US INTO THIS SHIT,"

"I know... I'm sorry. Sweetie Belle, we can pull you off now and you might lose your tongue or we can get help," Sweetie Belle just screamed. "We have to do it,"

"No, we have to get somepony!" said Apple Bloom.

"Fine," Scootaloo sighed. "We'll be back," Sweetie Belle's screams grew louder as they ran away, she was reaching towards them, so close, yet so far.

-Sugar Cube Corner-

Pinkie was preparing for all out slaughter. Sharpening her knives, grabbing her bat, etc. She had a unique power that under other circumstances would be impossible. Nopony could stop her, not even the elements. Dash was dead and Pinkie was a monster. What are your options? She was able to travel through time and teleport to her victims. She Spent so much time killing Dash in unspeakable ways. Over and over again. She choked her with barbed wire, stalked like a predator, shot at her and even psychologically tortured her. She was more than insane at this point. Every time she killed Dash she said.

"This isn't the first time," Sometimes she found a strange pleasure for brutality. It was orgasmic to her. She also enjoyed her own suffering. She cut herself so much and felt a huge rush of adrenaline when she did. She was ready to see the innocent looks on their faces disappear after she tore through.

Before she went out there was one more thing she wanted to do. She enjoyed watching the dripping of blood. This is more related to autistic stemming. Ponies with autism sometimes enjoy watching water fall, or a certain noise, or putting their hooves on a certain surface. She just loved the dripping and just cut Dash and watched her bleed... and bleed... and bleed... The splatters on the floor were just so soothing to her. It like medatation. Just a soothing constant drop of blood. It made her feel so... calm.

Author's Note

DON'T TELL ME, I ALREADY KNOW THIS IS OVERDUE!!! Happy Heart's Warming if you're watching this in 2017!