Pinkie Pie vs. Grimdark Pinkie Pie

by Quick Fix

Rating: teen
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 4026

In another dimension is a place where ponies are tortured by a pink pony, she soon meets her match

Pinkie Pie always throws a party for new faces in Ponyville, whether it be baby, old, insane, or timid. So how is she going to react when she sees her own face covered in blood and throwing a party for her? However the reaction, we can all agree that this will not end well for anypony...

A one shot piece based on a song made by one of my best friends, you can have a listen at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPKNrf_Ka7U&feature=plcp

Published 2012-07-14 14:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-22 02:14:55 UTC

Pinkie Pie vs. Grimdark Pinkie Pie

Pinkie Pie had been feeling extra happy and peppy in her steps as she did her normal runs around town. She was beginning to plan on making an outright party about her great mood, she could clean up her party cannon, get out Gummy's suit, and then send out the invitations to her friends, even a few extra faces as well. She did hear that Scootaloo had finally learned how to keep herself in the air for longer than five minutes.

It may not have been higher than six apples high, or the equivilant of thirty inches at least, but Pinkie Pie knew that for a pegasus like Scootaloo, that had to be a huge achievement for her! In fact she had already started to think about what treats she should make, settling on a nice dark red cupcake that when bitten into would ooze out fruit punch, just enough to make it dribble down the lips. Already thinking of such a treat made her drool a little bit in delight.

Pinkie got to see her rainbow maned friend approach her from the sky, a smile of her own as she landed, making Pinkie already melt inside. Actually, she thought that she could get a little help from Rainbow Dash herself.

"Good thing I got to see you Pinkie!" Dash said, revealing a red envelope in her hooves. "I wanted to thank you for the invitation you gave me this morning." Pinkie gave a confused look to Rainbow Dash as she continued, "You ran off before I could say anything. Something about setting up the kitchen?"

Pinkie thought back, she was sure she didn't see Rainbow Dash until now, and she never used red envelopes for her party invitations, she began laughing at Rainbow Dash, who in turn gave her own look of confusion. "Oh, Rainbow, you nearly got me! Thinking that you could get me with that prank!" Pinkie wiped a tear off her eye and Rainbow tilted her head at her.

"Are you pranking me? I know you handed this invitation to me..." Rainbow Dash flipped the envelope, a signature written on it. Pinkie stared at the envelope and gave a gasp, it was her signature. It couldn't have been, but there it was, on a red envelope, that she would never have used for invitations. Taking the envelope from Rainbow Dash, she looked inside and read the inside paper.

A Happy Super Wonderful Day to You!

I want to invite you to a special and amazing day of cupcake baking and partying!

Please come to Sugarcube Corner tonight, when the sun has begun to set!

Hope to see you there!

Pinkie knew that this was also her hoofwriting as well, however it looked like a rush job, the invitation had to have been made recently, so whoever the pony was that managed to disguise themselves as herself, managed to know how to write like her and was going to be at Sugarcube Corner. She handed the paper back to Rainbow Dash and looked at her as seriously as she could. "Don't go there, Dash. I just remembered that I had something really important to do at that time, we'll bake cupcakes tomorrow."

Pinkie began trotting off, out to Sugarcube Corner to confront the pony that would dare try to fool her friend and try to prank her in such a way. Leaving Rainbow Dash to stand where she was and wonder what had happened.

***

Pinkie reached the front of the store and noted that a closed sign was hung on the doorknob, prompting her to investigate further as it was way too early for Sugarcube Corner to have closed. Entering inside, she couldn't help but hate the fact that there was no sound at all except her own hoofsteps. Her nose began to sniff around, finding a familiar smell of baked goods that had been recently made, but the way it smelled was different somehow.

"Mr. Cake? Mrs. Cake?" Pinkie called out, trying to cause a response of some kind. Not even the sound of the Cake babies awaited her. A shivering fear started to form at her core as she continued to try and find some clue as to where they could be. As she walked by a hall she saw her reflection, covered in splotches of red as if she had been attacked by tomatoes, she went back to the image she passed.

She looked down at herself, there wasn't any of those stains on her, she looked back up, and the reflection expressed the same thing she did, panic. She tilted her head back and forth, raised hooves, even did a little dance, the reflection did it all. Finally, with a shaking hoof, she reached up to her body to touch where one of the spots was supposed to be on her and saw the reflection then put the hoof up to her lips and licked it off.

"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and I threw this party just for you!" The doppelganger cackled, causing Pinkie to gasp in fear as the reflection reached out and knocked her out.

***

The copy of Pinkie Pie began laughing, this world she had been placed in was a great joke. A world that all of the ponies she had killed in secret were alive and well. All the fillies, colts, her friends, they all wandered here, and now she met her own double. Taking the hooves of her fallen body she began dragging the duplicate towards the basement door and started down, making sure her 'guest' didn't get too damaged as they went down the stairs. With a new world, came a realization when she first came, she could play the game she had already became a master of and continue on.

When she first stepped from the basement from her most recent kill, she entered to see Mrs. Cake running her business and gave a smile to her, still unbeknownst of what plans that Pinkie had been doing in secret. "I'm going out," she said, wiping some of the blood on her hooves with a towel. She had told the Cakes that the red juice that fell on the floor was nothing more than her making fruit punch with her own hooves, such fools they were.

"Alright, be sure to play well with your friends, I think Rainbow Dash has been wanting to speak to you about something." Mrs. Cake called as Pinkie left the door, prompting Pinkie to freeze. She had told them that Rainbow Dash had managed to get into a flight team out of Ponyville, how could she have been back? No pony comes back from being entirely gutted and made into cupcakes.

"She must've seen somepony else, sometimes pegasi look the same, and she is getting old," she sliently remarked to herself as she began her hunt for the next victim, using her patented number picker 'Eenie Meanie Pinkie Peazy'. As she went around town performing her game, she started noticing multiple faces that she had already taken away from Equestria. She unconsciously started moving faster, seeing more faces, all of them alive, smiling, laughing, worried, tired, ALIVE. She had began running, it was impossible, this had to be a prank. Yes, a prank. A very planned, very taunting, very terrifying prank.

Finally, the snapping point happened when she saw a rainbow streak in the air, and in front of it, Rainbow Dash. She began laughing, her mind that had already been broken had managed to get worse. Rushing back to Sugarcube Corner she went right past the Cakes and into the basement, her only place of seclusion, her only place of peace. When she reached the bottom however, instead of her wide variety of medical tools, hanging memorabilia of her most prized kills, or even her normal party garb for her special occasions, it had only crates in a corner, a tub of fruit punch in the middle, and a table that had mechanical designs for a cannon that shot out confetti.

She sat there, in the room and curled up in the fetal position, this place had only recently been shifted from her once precious place of torture had become a room that she had fooled the Cakes into believing what she had been doing. There was no warning, no feeling of tingling, she was just there. She then started thinking, and the gears had begun to turn. If everypony that she had originally stripped of life was now here, then she would do it again. She would get her tools, she would make her party garb again, she would line the walls with the faces of her greatest prizes. Her resolve now returned, she began to go back up the stairs and stopped when she heard... herself?

"Hiya, Mrs. and Mr. Cake! Are you ready for me to get to work in the kitchen?" The befuddled murderous pony's eyes shot back and she gasped. She cautiously peeked out the door and saw herself bouncing up and down in front of the counter. Soon, it all clicked, all of those ponies alive, the doppleganger that now was being led back to the kitchen, the fact that her basement was gone. She had somehow jumped dimensions, and she now had to deal with what she knew had to be her first victim. And what better way to get yourself's attention, than by getting a friend to deliver the message herself?

***

Pinkie Pie began to awaken from her attack, feeling the back of her head still telling the tale as to where the attack hit her. Her eyes opened to see herself, pouring something into a glass and setting it in the middle of the table. Realizing what must've happened, she went to get up and run, but was restrained. Looking down, it was rope, and she was in a chair. Her mirrored self began laughing quietly. "Don't think that I want you to escape. In fact, you do deserve to be named something else besides Pinkie Pie, after all, that's my name."

Pinkie shot her eyes back up at her copy, her cheery expression not in sight, and instead a dread of what was to come. "What do you want from me, you... you... Dark Pinkie?!" The copy raised an eyebrow at the name and continued her silent laughter. "You were the one that gave Dashie the invitation! Why? What are you planning?"

"Quite the talker you are, Pinkamina Diane Pie." She slowly started spinning the table, letting the mixture start to move from the center and towards the edge ever so slightly. "How about this, we play a game, and if you win, I'll answer one of those questions." She then stopped the table and let the glass drop a little of the fluid out, showing it eating through the wood. "It's called Rushing Roulette. One glass of acidic death, a spinning table and a sudden stop. Wanna start?"

Pinkie started shaking her head, there was no way she was like this, she wasn't this... thing that was in front of her. This was something evil, something grim and foreboding that only wanted to make pain instead of bring joy as she did. Dark Pinkie, as she called her now, also shook her head, almost mocking her. "Alright then, I'll start." The dark Pinkie spun the table quickly, making the glass move along with it, Pinkie could only watch as the acid crept closer to the edge.

Dark Pinkie slammed her hoof on the table, and the glass flew off the table, hitting its target and making the wall bleed out as it was eaten apart.

Pinkie opened her eyes and saw that she was untouched, and so was her twin, who snorted in anger. Pinkie gave a sigh of relief when she felt wind pass her ear and something embedded in her hair, turning carefully she saw it was a long, sharp knife and her hair had begun to slowly deflate into a straight state. "We're having so much fun!" Dark Pinkie laughed, seeing the fear in her own eyes making her feel so much better about her doing this.

"Do you feel that?" Dark Pinkie asked, as Pinkie could feel the last pieces of her happiness and hope fade away. "The fear? The pain? That is what I will do to our friends, it was what I did back then, and I will do the same here. No pony will cry for you, no pony will bother finding a copy when they see me. So let's agree here, that I deserve your life, and you deserve your death."

Pinkie's eyes shot open as she glared at Dark Pinkie and began feeling adrenaline pumping inside herself, "Okie. Dokie. Lokie." Her mouth shot over to the knife and sliced the rope, causing her to become free and punch Dark Pinkie from across the table. Dark Pinkie fell over and shot up to see Pinkie on the table, her hair still down as she bore her stare into Dark Pinkie's eyes. "Well, of course you can have some more punch.

Dark Pinkie pulled a knife from behind her, but wasn't able to react in time from Pinkie's shot in the face. Pinkie started slowly beating down the evil copy and felt her heart racing faster. She felt the need to keep this creature from hurting anypony, not in her world, not with her friends. Giving a stomp to the head to Dark Pinkie, she began to turn toward the exit of the basement, perhaps to get help, to try and warn the town of this evil. She stopped to see Dark Pinkie had gotten up and spat out a small amount of blood.

"No, no, no, no!" Dark Pinkie cried out, tackling Pinkie and resuming the fight still holding the knife as she tried to slash at Pinkie, knowing that she had no more time to enjoy the torture and needed to end Pinkie's life and fast. Both ponies boxed against each other, did suplexes into the crates of fruit, suffocating each other in the bucket of unfinished fruit punch. The fight did manage to get to the first floor of Sugarcube Corner, both of them now using any weapon they could find. Pinkie had grabbed a frying pan, and Dark Pinkie had a hold of a rolling pin.

Pinkie's frying pan knocked the rolling pin out of Dark Pinkie's hooves, and with another swing of the pan, hit Dark Pinkie in the face with a loud clang. Dark Pinkie backed up from the pain and Pinkie grabbed her face and slammed it into the glass cabinet, making Dark Pinkie's face become cut and start bleeding. Pinkie then shoved Dark Pinkie into the kitchen and turned on the stove, shoving Dark Pinkie towards the fire. Dark Pinkie tried to hold back against the push as she felt the heat dry the blood and made some of her hair singe.

"Were you surprised? Were you? WERE YOU?! HUH?!" Pinkie screamed in Dark Pinkie's ear, getting elbowed in the gut and forced to back off. Dark Pinkie pulling away from the flame and gasping for air. She looked at the back door and went to go to it before feeling a sharp pain hit her rear, falling to the ground in pain. Dark Pinkie turned to see a knife embedded in her flank, up into the hilt. She felt fear again, something that she thought was lost so long ago.

Pinkie reached into a drawer and pulled out a long steak knife and slowly approached the fallen Dark Pinkie, "Hurt my friends? Kill me? Who do you think you are? Because I know what you are, you are not me. You aren't a pony at all, real ponies don't take pleasure in hurting others. They don't laugh at ponies dying, they don't smile!"

Dark Pinkie started shaking and crying, all of the ghosts of her victims now going through her mind as she now saw Pinkie go to the knife in her flank and twist it, making her yell out.

Pinkie started laughing, she was going to stop this maniac. She was going to make sure that a pony like her was ended. And she was going to enjoy it.

She then stopped, something about what she had just thought didn't sound right. She didn't want to kill anypony, that wasn't what she was raised to do, she was taught to love, to tolerate, and to forgive. Her breaths started becoming shaky as the adrenaline had started to falter, now realizing that she had blood on her, she was laughing, and the pony that was lying at her hooves was pleading with her.

"I- I can't! All of them! Watching me! So many eyes! What have I done?!" The tears started to mix with the blood on the floor, Dark Pinkie staring out and crying out, "Please! Don't look at me like that! I don't want to die!"

Pinkie felt all of her hate, all of the things that made this pony cruel was really in her as well. She dropped the knife in her hooves and pulled the other knife in Dark Pinkie's flank out as well. Hugging the weeping copy and joining her in her cries as well. "This is someplace else, you don't need to feel like this anymore!" Pinkie gripped Dark Pinkie closer to her and the both of them continued crying on the floor, the blood and tears slowly pooling together with them.

***

Pinkie Pie woke up one morning to find a letter in the hooves of mailmare Derpy Hooves, a red envelope with familiar hoofwriting. It had only been a few months since the fight that Dark Pinkie and herself had in Sugarcube Corner. After some explanation to the Cakes and eventually Princess Celestia, it was decided that Dark Pinkie needed to go as far away as possible from Pinkie. During the time it took to help her pack, she introduced her to her friends, or at least their copies, and made a most needed party to introduce her to a new Equestria, one where she didn't need to suffer from the delusions that had plagued her in the other world.

Pinkie slowly opened the envelope, her heart already tearing in sorrow that she couldn't have been with her more. Maybe do a few pranks to fool ponies with how she was able to exit one building and then leave another, or teaching her how to cope with her constant nightmares that she now had to face. After opening the envelope, her eyes already had begun to flow with tears.

Dear Pinkie Pie,

SURPRISE! Guess what? I've been able to find a new town, and I've been able to keep my old habits away for nearly half a year now. I still get the nightmares, but they've been coming to me less and less now. There was something that I forgot to tell you before I left, something that I wouldn't have been able to do as my old self.

I'm sorry, Pinkie. All of those things I said so long ago, did to you, I'm sorry. I can only hope that you can forgive me. There are so many ponies that I want to thank, not just for what I've been given now, but for another chance. To your friends, all of them that looked at me not as a freak, a monster, or some delusional pony, but as somepony that needed help. To the Princesses for changing my look, I mean, I do kind of look like you, just all white, yellow mane, and purple balloons as a cutie mark.

And most importantly, you. I needed you, to see what I really was. To see everything in the light again, and not hide behind the delusion that it was fun.

I've made some friends here, Twilight Twinkle, Posey, Firefly, Sparkler, and even another pony named Applejack, just like yours! Perhaps, if I find the time, I can see you again. I've got some more tricks that I've learned and I know that you have as well.

Love you,

Surprise

The Alternate Ending

(This is the alternate ending that happens near the end of the fight with Pinkie Pie versus Grimdark Pinkie Pie, be forewarned that this is going to be gruesome...)

"Were you surprised? Were you? WERE YOU?! HUH?!" Pinkie screamed in Dark Pinkie's ear, getting elbowed in the gut and forced to back off. Dark Pinkie pulling away from the flame and gasping for air. She looked at the back door and went to go to it before feeling a sharp pain hit her rear, falling to the ground in pain. Dark Pinkie turned to see a knife embedded in her flank, up into the hilt. She felt fear again, something that she thought was lost so long ago.

Pinkie reached into a drawer and pulled out a long steak knife and slowly approached the fallen Dark Pinkie, "Hurt my friends? Kill me? Who do you think you are? Because I know what you are, you are not me. You aren't a pony at all, real ponies don't take pleasure in hurting others. They don't laugh at ponies dying, they don't smile!"

Dark Pinkie started shaking and crying, all of the ghosts of her victims now going through her mind as she now saw Pinkie go to the knife in her flank and twist it, making her yell out.

Pinkie started laughing, she was going to stop this maniac. She was going to make sure that a pony like her was ended. And she was going to enjoy it.

"No, please! I promise I won't hurt another pony again! Honest! Pinkie Pie Promise!" Dark Pinkie was screaming out to Pinkie, but she didn't care, she only felt the need to finish the job. Taking the knife from the flank of Dark Pinkie, she sliced around her struggling counterparts cutie mark, watching the pumping blood ooze out and cover the floor more. Ripping the mark she got to see the muscle that was on her and she experimentally poked at it. Enjoying the sounds of pain that her handicapped victim screamed as she pushed harder into it.

"I bet this is what you did to other ponies too! Letting them cry and beg for mercy? Giving an inch and then taking a hoof," Pinkie said, jamming the steak knife into the right hind leg of Dark Pinkie and started slowly cutting it off, enjoying the squirms and further cries of unyielding pain. When she reached the bone, she was unsure of how to remove it, the knife wasn't cutting it. Pinkie chuckled at the joke in her mind and spoke it aloud as she grabbed one end of the leg and stood near the end she had cut.

"The knife's not cutting it, so I have to finish the job by hoof," with a yank, the sound of bone snapping and now dying screech of her double had called out. The blood continued to pump more rapidly, covering Pinkie's body like a sprinkler in summer, for Pinkie it was a sign of victory, the Dark Pinkie wouldn't be able to harm another pony, and she would sit and watch her eyes as they slowly faded away, letting Pinkie know that wherever Dark Pinkie was going, it was going to be a special place, just for her, and she only wished that what she had just did was an insignificant fraction of what was going to happen to Dark Pinkie.

She had done it, she had killed the pony that threatened to end her life and her friends, and all Pinkie needed to do was get a leg up against her copy. Looking down at the floor and her now unmoving double she started thinking on what to do with the situation.

"Perhaps," she thought, "I can bake the body in the desserts in little pieces, and if the Cakes see any blood, I'll just say I was making fruit punch."