Pinkamena X

CAST
Pinkamena / Derpy --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

Scootaloo slowly came back to the living in an odd bed, feeling weak.

She heard a sigh of relief, and then a voice. "Almost lost you, there." The filly lazily looked up and around, looking for the voice. "Thought I was gonna have to kidnap some pony else to take your place."

Scootaloo looked up at Pinkamena. "Somepony else for what?" she asked.

"As my little helper." said the mare. "Did you honestly forget?"

Scootaloo looked down at the blanket of the bed thinking. "Little helper..."

Pinkamena pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed. "Come on... you must remember."

"Not really. By the way... who are you?" the filly asked, looking at the pink mare.

The mare's grin faded. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked.

The filly's ears pined back. "I-I'm sorry?"

"You don't remember a thing? Not a single.... damn... thing?"

"N-No."

Pinkamena covered her face with her hooves and yelled. "All that progress... Everything you experienced... Gone..." She brushed her mane back and pulled a knife from it. "And now your brain's all fucked up."

The filly pulled away from the mare. "Wh-Why do you have that, Pinkamena?"

The mare stared at her. "What'd you call me?"

"Pinkamena?" the filly repeated.

"You remember?"

"Just your na--" the filly suddenly stopped and looked like she was gonna be sick.

Pinkamena grinned. "Anything else?"

Scootaloo leaned over the other side of the bed and vomited.

"O-Oh, goddesses. I k-killed him..." she murmured.

Pinkamena slipped the knife back into her mane. "Yes. Yes, you did. Right before you tried to commit suicide."

The filly started sobbing hard as memories flooded back to her.

"Welcome back, Scoots." said Pinkamena, smiling.

"I killed him..." she sobbed, not hearing Pinkamena.

"Yes, Scoots. You killed him. You slit his throat. Can we move on?"

The filly suddenly stopped sobbing and bolted upright. "Y-You..." she whispered.

Pinkamena didn't even flinch. She just stared at the filly.

The filly's eyes became as cold as Pinkamena's "This is your fault." she said evenly. Pinkamena grinned. The filly got up. "Why did you do this?" she asked, bitterly and cold.

"Because I love hearing the screams of the ponies as I cut them up." she said, grinning evilly. "And that blood..."

"You're sick, Pinkie." the filly said coldly.

"Your point?"

"You need help."

Pinkamena laughed. "Oh, Scoots... There's nothing wrong with my mind. I like doing this. It's fun." The filly just glared at Pinkamena. "I bet you'd kill me right now if you got the chance. Am I right?"

"No. I'd get you help." Scootaloo spat.

"Scootaloo... I'm not insane. Just as one would like to be a mail mare, I like to be a killer." The mare thought for a second. "Speaking of mail mares... I wonder what Derpy's up to."

"Wh-Why do you care about her? Is she one you're actually gonna leave alone?"

"You know me better than to ask that, Scoots."

"And are you gonna kill me eventually?" the filly asked, still glaring.

"Well, that's up to you."

"Oh? And how's that?"

"You do as I say, you live. You disobey... and I'll kill you. Simple as that."

"Then for now, I'll do as you say..." she murmured, still pissed.

"Good." Pinkamena stood up. "Now we pick out our next victim."

"A-Another one?" the filly asked.

"Well... yeah. What else are we gonna do?"

"Something other than killing for once?"

"Oh, yeah?" asked the mare. "Like what?"

"Ummmm..."

"I don't have all day, Scootaloo." said Pinkamena impatiently.

"I don't know. Board games?"

Pinkamena scoffed. "Board games?" she asked with a chuckle. "Are you serious?"

"Something other than killing." the filly murmured sadly.

"You want me to play a board game?"

"...Just something other than killing." the filly repeated.

"Why can't you be more like Ruby." Pinnkamena said to herself, loud enough for Scootaloo to hear.

"Ruby?"

Pinkamena hesitated before answering. "Ruby is a filly. Just like you. The only difference is... she likes to kill. She's pretty energetic about it, too. She came over here to help with a couple of my victims." She paused. "She was fun to work with. Almost made wish I had a daughter of my own to corrupt to be just like her. I thought I could do that with you, Scootaloo." The mare's face suddenly took on an angry expression. "But you're nothing like her. All you've succeeded in doing... is piss me off."

The filly looked down as if thinking about something, then spoke. "Wh-Why do you like it so much?" she asked, not looking up.

"The same reason Rarity runs a clothing business. The same reason Fluttershy cares for animals. And the same reason Derpy delivers mail."

"It's your special talent?" the filly asked.

"I do what I do because I like it. It's what I'm good at. And it also makes me feel good."

"How does hurting others feel good?"

"It just does, Scoots." said the mare. "When I cut some pony with a knife, I get this feeling. Think of it like... my happy place. It feels good, so I keep doing it."

"A-And you want that for me?"

"More or less." said Pinkamena. "And I'm not gonna lie, Scoots. It can get pretty lonely down here. I need some pony to share this with. It's kind of like when you find out something really cool and you just want to tell some pony. I mean, half the time I think I'm starting to go a little crazy."

"A little?"

Pinkamena grinned. "Touche."

Scootaloo looked as if she was thinking hard on something.

Pinkamena tilted her head. "What's up?"

"W-Well... I can't r-realy escape..." she posed, looking away. "a-and I've k-k-killed somepony..." she closed her eyes and sighed. "M-Maybe I can... can try... For you?"

Pinkamena smiled. And not an evil smile. No. She was legitimately happy. "Really?"

"Y-Yes."

Pinkamena felt as though she was gonna cry. She turned away when she felt a tear. "Shit." she whispered.

Scootaloo looked up in concern. "Wh-What's wrong?"

Pinkamena turned back to face the filly. "Oh... Uh... It's nothing."

"Oh... Okay."

"Look, uh... because I'm in such a good mood... I'll, uh..." She let out a sigh. "I'll let you choose what we do next. It can be anything."

"I-I have no idea what to do." the filly admitted.

"Nothing comes to mind? A minute ago you were talking about board games and now you're drawing a blank?"

"I hate board games. I just didn't want to think about killing Featherweight..."

"Oh, yeah? How's that working out for ya?"

"Shitty."

"Yeah, I bet." Pinkamena suddenly looked confused. "Holy shit."

"What?" asked the filly.

"I'm actually having a civilized conversation."

"So you are." Scootaloo almost smiled at that.

Pinkamena smiled slightly, too. Then she suddenly pulled out her knife again. Scootaloo didn't flinch this time.

"Look, Scoots... just because we've had this talk does not make me any less dangerous, all right? Just because I like you, doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you disobey."

"Yes ma'am..." Scootaloo said, looking down slightly.

"So, have you thought of anything you's like to do, or... should we get back to killing another pony?"

"W-We can do what you want..." the filly said.

"Well..." said Pinkamena, putting the knife away. "Let's go back to the desk, shall we?" She stood next to the bed, almost as if offering Scootaloo a ride.

Scootaloo slowly slid herself off onto Pinkamena's back, wincing in pain.

"Th-Thank you..." she grunted.

Pinkamena headed out the door and down the hallway, taking it kind of slow.

"I wonder who's folder I'll pick. Any thoughts?"

"I, uh... don't know." Scootaloo murmured into Pinkamena's mane.

Pinkamena finally arrived back at the desk. She reached a hoof up and opened the drawer. "Let's see..." she muttered as she reached in. "Ah-ha." She pulled one out, setting it on the desk and opening it. "Let's see wh... Oh. What are the chances?"

Scootaloo looked over Pinkamena's shoulder to see Derpy's picture. "N-No!"

"Something wrong?"

"P-Please. Can we pick some other pony?" scootaloo asked

Pinkamena's eyes narrowed. "Pick another?"

"Please. Any other." the filly pleaded.

"And here I thought you--"

She was cut by a ring sound. "Sounds like we have customers. Let's see who's here." She closed the folder and headed up the stairs. When they got back up top, they saw Lyra and Bon-Bon sitting at a table. Derpy was giving some mail to Mrs. Cake. Judging by her saddle bag, it was the last bit of mail she had. Pinkamena smiled. "One in a million."

"Please, Pinkamena. Derpy was so good to me... I'll do anything." Scootaloo whispered into Pinkamena's ear.

"Hey, Derpy!" Pinkamena said loudly, waving a hoof.

The pegasus looked over at them. "Hey!" she said cheerfully, beginning to approach them.

"Please, Pinkamena. I'll do anything. Please." Scootaloo urged.

Derpy finally made it over to them. "Hey, girls." she said. She then noticed the cuts on Scootaloo's foreleg. "Ouch. Did that happen in the fire?"

"I-I cut myself on the window glass..." the filly lied.

"That must've hurt."

"Still does a little."

"Well, I'm just glad you two are okay." said Derpy.

"Th-Thanks, Derpy."

"Yeah." said Pinkamena. "Thanks."

"See you two later." said Derpy, turning to leave.

Scootaloo let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Derpy. Wait up." said the mare, taking a couple steps forward. Derpy stopped and turned around.

"No... Please don't, Pinkamena..." Scootaloo whispered to the mare, nearly tearing up.

"Yeah, Pinkie?" asked Derpy.

"Wanna go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs."

"Well, I--"

"You don't have any more mail to deliver."

Derpy hesitated. "Well... I guess I could."

"Pinkamena... if you care about me in any way... please don't hurt her... I'll do anything for her to be spared..." Scootaloo desperately whispered to the mare she was laying on.

The two mares left Sugarcube Corner and began walking through the streets of Ponyville.

"So, what have you been up to, Derp?" asked Pinkamena.

"Oh, the usual. Delivering mail." Her face became sad. "And... taking care of my daughter. Alone."

"Alone?" asked the mare. "What happened?"

"My husband left me. I... I'm not sure why." A tear formed in her eye. "Is... Is there something wrong with me?"

"No. Of course not. You're just unique. One-in-a-million. Any colt would be lucky to have you."

"You really think so?" asked Derpy. Pinkamena smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Pinkie."

"Any time, Derpy."

The two continued walking. "So, where we headed?" asked Pinkamena.

"Back to the post office so I can return the bag."

"I know a shortcut." said the mare.

Derpy looked at her. "Shortcut?"

Pinkamena nodded. "Follow me." She turned towards a dark alley. Derpy followed.

Scootaloo curled her hoof around a bit of Pinkamena's mane, fearing the worst.

"Please..." she whispered.

Pinkamena's ear twitched slightly, which let Scootaloo know that she heard her.

"It's kind of Dark in here." said Derpy.

"It sure is." said Pinkamena.

It wasn't long before Pinkamena emerged. Derpy, however, did not.

Scootaloo looked around for the grey mare, tears starting to form as she let out a slight whimper..

"What are you crying about?" asked Pinkamena.

"I-I begged you not to..."

Pinkamena hesitated before speaking. "Derpy?" she called out. "You okay in there?"

"Yeah." came a voice. "It's just really dark in here." She finally stumbled out into the open. "Whoo. Made it."

Scootaloo nuzzled Pinkamena's neck. "Th-Thank you..."

Pinkamena pointed down the street. "Right down there, Derp."

"Cool. Thanks. I usually go around the... you know... I never-- thanks, Pinks."

The mare smiled. "Don't mention it."

Derpy turned and began trotting away. Pinkamena watched as she walked off.

"Thank you." Scootaloo repeated.

Pinkamena looked over her shoulder at Scootaloo. "Well, you asked me not to."

The filly kept nuzzling Pinkamena. "Well, thank you so much..."

"Just don't expect me to keep doing this. All right? I'll leave Derpy alone under two conditions. One... you obey. Two... she doesn't find out about what I do in my basement. Understood?"

"Yes, Pinkamena... I'll do as you ask."

"Good. Now, let's get back. We have work to do."

"Yes ma'am." the filly cooed.