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.