I was awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of my cellphone’s ringtone. I groaned, who the hell could be calling at this late-ass hour. I picked the phone up and looked at the number, it was one I didn’t recognize, so I ignored the call and put the phone back.
Not even 5 seconds afterwards, the phone was ringing again. I let out a low growl and checked the phone out, and it was the same number. I sighed and ignored the call once again.
But this time, before I can even put the phone down, it rings again.
I bolt to check it out and it was the same fucking number. I let out a loud snarl, this pony won’t just leave me alone. I decided to pick up and warn this darn pony, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING ME AT THIS LATE-ASS FUCKING HOUR?!” I shouted through the phone.
The voice that came through though, was a voice that I thought I’d never hear again.
“Hey Pinkie, it’s me, Rainbow Dash.”
My heart sank when I heard that one line. That voice, it was a direct replica of Rainbow’s voice. But how could that be? How could she call me? She’s dead! I know because I killed her.
“Pinkie.”
“Pinkie.”
“Pinkie?”
“Ugh, c’mon Pinkie Pie, I ain’t got all day, I need to practice for the WonderBolts.”
It was that last sentence that broke me out my trance, “H-he-hey Rainbow?” I replied shakenly.
“Ugh, finally. Were you going to keep me here all day?”
I was lost for words; the hell is happening? The hell is happening?! And I’m not a fool, I know everypony in Ponyville, from their favorite food to the way they speak. And their voices.
And this voice was a direct replica of Rainbow’s voice, even the way she spoke, her annoyed tone, her spunk way of speaking. It was a dead match.
I eventually swallowed my spit and replied, “W-we-well, you were t-the one who called me this late.” I replied shakingly again.
“Pinkie, I called you for something very very important, and you have to listen. Okay? Pinkie Promise me.”
I didn’t quite shit my pants yet, not that I was wearing any, and Pinkie Promised, “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” I recited my own promise.
“Good to know you’re listening, cause I’mma only say this once. You got me?”
I nodded, “Of course.” Expecting a kinda’ve heartfelt confession.
But what I got in return was way worse.
“I’ll never forgive you. I will get my revenge Pinkie. Remember that.”
That’s when I shit my pants, figuratively at least. Although it felt like I really shit my pants.
But before I could respond, the call was cut off. I wasted no time in going to my contacts and calling the number back. But all I got was…
“Sorry, this number cannot be contacted.”
No, don’t give me this bullshit, this number just called me, it has to be available.
So, I tried again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And a million more times.
But everytime I did, I always got the same response.
“Sorry, this number cannot be contacted.”
It was at this point, I knew trying to reconnect this contact was futile and tried to go to sleep.
But this damned phone call got me all shaken up.
But eventually, sleep came back to me. Just before my phone started buzzing like crazy.
(The next morning)
I jumped up to the feeling of somepony constantly shaking me. The pony in question was Mrs. Cake, who backed up the moment I opened my eyes.
“Ugh, what time is it?” I groaned.
“It’s 9:30.” Was all Mrs. Cake said before zooming out the room at speeds I never saw her commit.
It’s been a month since Rainbow’s death, and everypony tries to stay away from me as far as they can. Nopony tried to contact the authorities, because I’d kill them before they could. Not that I was leaving any alive. I was just picking my victims in a careful manner.
Anyways, I took one look at my phone and see over a hundred messages, “The hell?” I asked myself, picking the phone up and scrolling down the waterfall of notifications, and they were all saying the same thing.
“M.P”
I was confused, there was nopony I knew of that had those initials. At least not any that came to mind.
It took me a while to recognize the number that sent the messages; it read 243-765-9807. The same exact number that called me last night.
I immediately race to the message app and typed a response.
“Listen, I have no idea who the fuck you are. But if you don’t leave me alone right now, I’ll kill you.”
But my message didn’t go through, all it said was.
“Sorry, but this contact does not exist.”
My heart raced as I immediately called the number, but got the same response as all the other times I called it.
“Sorry, this number cannot be contacted.”
My blood reached a boiling point when I heard this. In a fit of rage, I chucked my phone across the room, shattering it the moment it made contact with the wall.
Not even a moment later, that I realized that what I just did was a stupid idea. I could’ve shown the number to the police, or the company that gave me that phone.
I sighed, welp, nothing I can do about it now.
I got out of bed and get some clothes on before going downstairs to see Mr. and Mrs. Cake listening to the phone.
“Ummm…” I trailed off, “What’re you doing?” I asked them.
“Oh, we’re just listening to audio messages we got overnight, we’ll tell you if anything about you comes up.” Mr. Cake answered.
“Also, Pinkie, you think you can go to the grocery store? I need some more supplies.” Mrs. Cake requested.
I shrugged, “Sure, where’s the note?” I agreed.
She points to the farthest door from the counter, “It’s on the first table next to the front door.” Mrs. Cake instructed.
I nodded and went to the first table next to the front door. And she wasn’t lying, there was a note saying what she needed. And a bag of bits to pay for everything.
I sighed and took both, walking out the door and towards the grocery store.
Author's Note
So, this is my first Cupcakes story, or my first mystery/thriller story really. I know the [The Tape is out, but that's more of a drama story more than anything. So, give me any thoughts you guys have because I am curious to hear them all.
I had just got finished shopping and decided to take a stroll through the park. The Cakes can wait for their supplies. Plus they’re supposed to have another employee coming in. So, I can take about 30 minutes to myself.
Throughout the walk in the park, I was given many fearful glances, nopony dared to even come close to me.
I decided to sit down on a bench. And without even volunteering, that phone number came to mind. I was stuck there, thinking about what the hell that phone number was all about? And why did the caller have Rainbow Dash’s voice? I wasn’t about to roll out the fact that Rainbow may have called me from the dead because I don’t believe in ghost or spirits.
*Sniff, sniff*
My train of thought was destroyed when the two audible sniffs reached me. I lifted my head to see the one who was sniffling was Scootaloo.
She sat on a bench parallel to the one I was sitting on and she was completely alone, crying her heart out.
She’s been like this ever since she heard of Rainbow’s death. I can safely bet that out of everypony that was affected by Rainbow’s death had to be Scootaloo.
And it wasn’t hard to see why. Scootaloo idolized Rainbow to the point where she would devote every spare second that wasn’t spent with the other Cutie Mark Crusaders to watch and study how Rainbow flew, because she wanted to be ready for the day she flew. If that day ever came.
She was completely unaware of my presence, I wanted to mess with the filly and call out to her but decided against it. Maybe I’d kill her tomorrow.
After 10 minutes of sitting at the park in complete silence other than Scootaloo’s crying, I got up and left the park.
Once I made it to SugarCube Corner, I was met with a the scene of a Pegasus pony, presumably in her early 30s. And standing at a height of 10’4, towering me, Mr and Mrs. Cake, who was talking to the mare.
Once I entered the store, Mr. and Mrs. Cake switched their attention to me, “Pinkie Pie, look at your new partner.” Mrs. Cake announced.
The mare turned her to me and I immediately froze in my place. This mare was very hot, sporting big FF-cup boobs and a pretty even body, but what set me off wasn’t her looks. Hell no. It was the theatre mask she wore, it was a classic happy theatre clown mask, but with a crack running down the left eye.
I don’t know why, I don’t really exhibit fear like that, but this mask set me off. Like my gut was telling me it that whatever face lurked behind that mask held a sinister maliciousness beyond any other, even my own.
“The name’s Masquerade. Nice to meet you!” Spoke the mare behind that mask raising her hand. The voice sounded deep and gravily, like the mare ate a box of nails.
I raised my hand and shook hers, “Look, Masquerade, I’m not going to work with you if you have that mask on.” I said, getting straight to the point.
Masquerade shook her head, “I don’t think you’ll like what you see.” She declined.
I shook my head, “Whatever’s hidden under that face probably isn’t worse than what I’ve seen.” I stated, “So, either you take the mask off, or you don’t get the job.”
Masquerade sighed, “As you wish…” She trailed off as she started lifting the mask off.
The moment the mask passed her mouth, a light orangish brown gas started emitting from the mask. I involuntarily breathe the gas in and erupted into a coughing fit.
My coughing fit stopped the moment my eyes were laid upon the face of Masquerade without the mask. And I wish I didn’t
Her face was beyond scary, it looked like it came straight from hell. I wasn’t even sure if this mare’s face was a face to begin with, the eyes were all blood red with black surrounding it. The skin of the face looked terribly burned, but instead of looking that purple color when ponies are burned, it was a hellish red and black.
The sight of this ungodly face was enough to make me want to hide under my bed with all the lights off.
As I said before, I’m not a pony to exhibit fear. I mean, not even Nightmare Moon’s tricks could faze me. Not even seeing my own friend’s guts could match the fright that this face put upon me.
“P-please, put the mask back on.” I pleaded.
Masquerade nodded and pulled the mask down, concealing her nightmarish face.
She held her hand out to me and helped me on my feet, “I changed my mind, it’s best to keep your face hidden.” I stated.
Masquerade nodded, “I told you so…” She responds in a spunk manner.
I shake my head, “I’ll be baking cupcakes in the kitchen, don’t disturb me.” I ordered, entering the kitchen, ready to work my craft.
(1 hour later)
I had finally finished the last batch of my 20 cupcake batches, each cupcake baked to perfection, with my new secret ingredient.
“You’re finally finished.”
I jumped at the sudden voice and turned around to see Masquerade, “You can’t sneak up on ponies like that, you’ll lose the job.” I advised.
Masquerade completely disregards my advise and walks to the cupcakes, “Ummm, what’re you doing?” I questioned.
She picked up a cupcake before responding, “I’m just making sure our customers will not face discomfort when eating our pastries, that’s bad business.” She explains.
I was put off edge when she said that, she might try one of them and find my secret, nopony else knows that I put pony parts in the cupcakes now, they just assume it’s some kind of mistake. But she’ll figure out if she taste one.
Fortunately for me, all she does is sniff it. After a minute of sniffing, she throws the cupcake away.
I was baffled, why would she do that?! Why throw away a cupcake?! Well, I didn’t fail to express my surprise, “Why the hell did you do that?!” I asked.
She looks at me with a complete solid face, or at least I think it’s a solid face, I couldn’t tell with that mask on, “It smelled like a raw burned heart.” She states.
I looked at her with a furious look on my face, “Just because it smells funky doesn’t mean it’s bad.” I reasoned.
“But cupcakes aren’t supposed to smell like that, if something smells like a raw burnt organs, then it’s most likely bad.” She rejected my reasoning.
“How do you know it’s bad?” I questioned.
“Because I was a doctor, and I have came across many ponies who consumed organs that weren’t prepared properly, most of them were sent to their deaths early…” She answered, “There’s a reason why the laws surrounding preparing organs are so heavily punished if they are broken, that’s why you have to be trained properly to be able to prepare organic meals.” Sne explained.
“I respect that you’re trying to use new recipes, but unless you want to be executed, then I suggest you learn how to prepare organs properly.” She adds “But to be sure, I’ll be inspecting the rest.” And so she did.
And with every cupcake she sniffed, she found something wrong with it, without doubt. Burned heart, burned lung, burned kidney, burned artery. Seriously though, I never knew she could sniff out an artery.
By the end of it all, every single cupcake that I made was in a trash can.
She let out an annoyed sigh, “You’re hopeless, if this is how you did your business, I’m surprised you’re not living out on the street by now.” She says. She dug in her pocket and took out a bag of bits and placed them in my hand, “Go back to the store and buy the supplies you already did.” She demanded.
My blood boiled at her demand, nopony tells me what to do, “Who do you think you are?” I asked.
But her response is much different than I thought, she responded, “I am a doctor, I am a chef, I have prepared organs before, I have done more times than years you lived.”
My brow furrowed in anger and I got up all in this mare’s personal space, “Look, I don’t care how many times you prepared organs, alright?” I said, “But you don’t boss me around, got it?”
That was the last sentence that I spoke before I was violently slammed into the wall. I felt Masquerade’s hand around my neck, and squeezing it with so much force, I found it hard to breathe.
“Listen to me you asshole, I don’t know what your problem is, but I will not tolerate it, I have no qualms about ending your life, and trust me, I can do it.” She hissed, “So, either you can play nicely, or I can arrange funeral tomorrow.” She threatened.
I simply nodded, her grip on my throat too strong for me to say anything. She sighed and let my poor throat go, “Good, now, I’ll be waiting.” She said before sitting down on a stool and waiting for me to come back.
I sighed and got up to get the damned supplies, all with one thought on my mind; this Masquerade bitch is going to be hard to work with.
Author's Note
So, can any of you guess who's this Masquerade pony is, because if you pay attention, I didn't use a Original Character tag, so she isn't an original character. Just a facade.
