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.