Narrator's POV.
Ugh... What happened? Wha- What hit me?

I finally was able to feel my strength return to me. My head throbbed and my body ached. I felt like I have fallen down a flight of stairs and onto a concrete road.

Speaking of concrete, a nasty odor of damp concrete, dried blood and rust entered my nostrils. The putrid smell made me feel nauseous, but I was able to keep myself composed.

Along with the nasty scent of death, I could hear something calling my name. It was blurred, but it started to clear.

"Ellie! Ellie, wake up! Something's wrong!"

I managed to open my hazel, near green eyes with a small groan, and looked to my right.

It was my younger, Unicorn sister, Samantha. Her blonde mane was tangled and covered in dirt. Same as her light blue fur coat and white forearms, socks and underbelly. Her dark purple, cloven hooves were covered in dirt and dust, from the dirt roads we were walking down, before we blacked out and ended up in this cold place.

But that's not the worst of it.

Sam was strapped to a wooden operating table and stripped naked. She had a strange ring on her horn. I had to look away before a blush appeared across my freckled muzzle.

Suddenly, I noticed I couldn't move either. Well... I could move my head, wings and tail, but not my entire body. I looked around to find myself strapped to a damp, wooden operating table, and stripped naked as well. Embarrassment warmed up my face red, as the cold air breezed through my ravenette fur coat and pastel green wings.

I blinked and looked around our location. Accompanying the odor of blood, rust and damp concrete, all I could see was blurs of grey, red and black. I blinked again, but my vision got worse.

"Sam, have you seen my glasses? " I asked my sister, as I resumed blinking, as if I was going blind, which I was, "I can't see without them."

"Oh, I thought these just made you look smart." A familiar voice spoke from in front of me.

I felt a pair of hands place something over my muzzle. I blinked and my vision began to clear and crisp.

"Better?" The voice asked.

I followed the voice and found it came from a certain Pink Party Pony with light blue eyes. The Element of Laughter herself.

"Pinkie?" Sam recognised, struggling against the leather straps around her wrists, hooves and waist, "Please, get us out of this."

Pinkie shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Sammie."

"What's going on?" I asked with narrow eyes.

Pinkie pointed at me and smiled, "That's the question!" Then she asked, "You see, Nellie, I drew double-numbers this week and what's better than the Thestral and her Unicorn sister?"

"Numbers for what?" I asked, then glared at the pink pony, "And I am not a Thestral!"

Pinkie Pie just shrugged, "Poh-teh-toh. Poh-tah-toh."

"Answer the question, Pinkie!" I shouted.

Pinkie waved her hands, "I was getting to that." Then she grinned like a Cheshire cat, "For my newest batch of cupcakes."

"What?!" Sam exclaimed.

Pinkie walked over to a light switch and flipped it up. A sharp light blinded me and my sister. Sam and I closed our eyes and looked away from recoil. Once our eyes adjusted, Sam and I looked back at the room and where horrified of what we saw.

A large, concrete room with a flight of stairs, leading to a wooden, pink door. A tray of cutting utensils on a wooden table, on the far left. Along with other equipment. The room looked like a party room, but the decorations weren't what they appeared to be.

Chairs and tables made from human and pony bones. Streamers and balloons of gall bladders and intestines covered in dried blood, slowly decaying.

And a banner hanging across the wall in front of us. The letters were written in dried blood. As well as decorated with blood stains and splatters.

'LIFE IS A PARTY'

Sam looked like she was going to faint from horror and shock. But something about this whole thing made sense. All the ponies that have been reported missing. They were never missing. We ate them. Pinkie's secret recipe to her pastries. We were the secret.

A giggle started to escape my throat, slowly growing into a laugh. My laugh echoed around the room, it alarmed Pinkie and Sam.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked me, "Pinkie is going to kill us!!"

"That's what's so funny, Sam." I giggled, "Everything finally makes sense to me. Where all the missing Ponies have gone. This is madness! And I love it!"

Pinkie smiled at me, "Hey! That's what I've been thinking every time I draw a number. Madness is fun!" Then she thought for a second, "Tell you what, Ellie. I'm gonna let you live, on one condition."

"Name it." I answered.

"You work with me and your first victim is your own sister." She told me.

"Wait, what? No! You can't turned me into pastries! I'm too young to die!" Sam exclaimed and pleaded.

I thought about the offer. Memories hit me on how Sam was being a jerk, even to her own family.

She left Applejack alone to do Apple Bucking Season, leaving her sleep-deprived and not bothering to ask for help. I know AJ can be stubborn as Shimmer, but that was just unhealthy.

During the dragon emergency, Sam yelled and teased Fluttershy over her fear of dragons. Not cool and not fair. We don't make fun over her fear of heights, so don't make fun of other's sensitive nature!

Sam even pulled mean pranks on Rarity. Have Opal shred her most valuable fabrics. Shrink-wash one of her unique dresses. The list goes on.

During the Best Flier Competition, Sam used her magic to sabotage Rainbow Dash's performance.

Lied to Pinkie Pie on her birthday, about us planning to cast her out as our friend and replacing her, and even threatened to send the Pink Party Pony to the Mirror Pool.

Not to mention that she teased and tormented Twilight during her breakdown, and made her act even worse than she already acted.

It's settled. Sam deserves to die for what she's done.

I smiled at Pinkie and shook her hand, "It's a deal."

Sam looked at me with wide eyes, "What? But we're siblings! How could you say yes?"

I looked at my sister with a harsh frown, "Because you've been nothing but a jerk to our friends and have never paid the price for it. Now, the time has come to pay for your actions."

Pinkie smiled at me and released me from my restraints. I landed softly, thanks to my wings, then turned to my sister, who hanged on the table.

"Now, how to we start this off?" I asked the professional Pink Pony.

Pinkie giggled, "We start with the Cutie Mark, of course." She handed me a sharp and clean scalpel, "And since this your first, I'll let you keep your first Cutie Marks."

I bowed, "Thank you, Pinkie."

Without a moment's hesitation, I took the scalpel and placed my left hand over Sam's Cutie Mark of an apple with a lily laying next to it.

I heard Sam gasp and felt heat travel across her body, "Please don't do this, Ellie. I-I'll make it up to you."

With my right hand, I traced the scalpel around my hand. Sam gritted her teeth, trying to holding her screams.

With the tracing finished, I used the scalpel to gently remove the hide from the flesh. Sam screamed in pain, with tears welling up in her eyes. Pinkie quickly picked up a syringe with a clear fluid and injected the fluid into Sam's waist. The blood from the wound absorbed into the exposed muscle.

"Wh-What was that?" Sam asked, as she opened her eyes looked at the wound. Tears ran down her face, darkening the fur on her cheeks.

"An agent to stop the bleeding." I recognised, "Saves a bundle on towels." I smiled at the bubble gum pony, "Clever, Pinkie."

"Thanks." Pinkie beamed.

I repeated my actions with the other Cutie Mark. Sam had no time to hold her breath. She screamed loudly into the room the cellar, Causing Pinkie to cover her ears. Fresh tears ran down her face. I removed the hide and put the Cutie Marks on a tray.

Pinkie clapped her hands and jumped for joy, "Well done, Nellie. You've earned your first Cutie Marks." Then she tilted her head at me, "It appears you're a natural. Have you done this before?"

I smiled and pointed to my muzzle. Pinkie giggled and put her finger over her mouth.

"Please... Please stop. I can't take this." Sam pleaded in sobs.

"Keep screaming, Sammie." Pinkie answered, "Nopony will hear you."

I turned to the Cutie Marks to admire my work so far. That was when I found a piece of flesh clinging onto the second Cutie Mark.

I removed the flesh from the hide and placed it in my mouth. Sam looked away and closed her eyes in disgust. I chewed on the meat for three seconds, but spat it into my hand and placed it in a napkin, "Disgusting..."

"What's wrong, Nellie? Too sweet?" Pinkie asked me in concern.

I shook my head, "Too bitter." I put the napkin on a nearby dustbin.

Pinkie regained her smile, "Oh, we can fix that." Then asked me, "Honey or sugar?"

I rubbed my chin in thought. Sugar is a good way to get sweetness into the meat. But honey is a natural sweetener and crystallises. I wanted to make this hurt.

"Honey." I answered.

Sam's eyes widen. Pinkie clapped her hand with a smile and made her way up the stairs, where I was able to catch a whiff of backing and frosting when she opened the door.

We're in SugarCube Corner's cellar!

I shook my head to clear the thoughts from my head and used the scalpel to create some symmetrical incisions into Sam's body.

"Ellie, please." Sam begged, "Now's our chance to escape. Get me down and we can alarm the authorities of Pinkie's crimes."

I glared at my jerk of a sister, "And let you take all of the glory, while I sit in your shadow? Or let you bully me, because I'm different? No, thank you."

"I don't bully you all the time." Sam protested, "I stuck up for you when that colt called you 'Evergreen'."

That memory struck a bad nerve. I remember that day like it happened just yesterday.

It was during our fillyhood in the Griffish Isles. We were only starting Elementary school and a young colt, named Shortbread, bullied me because of my pastel green mane and tail. He called me 'Evergreen'.

What was worse was that he was in my class and kept calling me Evergreen until he moved to Canterlot.

Why did it strike a nerve? Sam wasn't there when I needed her. She laughed and called me something else, when I told our mother about what he said.

Sam called me 'Shamrock'. Because, along with my green scheme, I spoke with an Irish accent. I still do today.

Angry, I poked my index finger and middle finger into the incision I made over my sister's heart. Sam wailed similar to a banshee.

"You feel that, Samantha Ellis Pie?" I asked my screaming sister, "That's the pain I've been feeling all my life. You were the favorite, cause you showed traits of the family. Not me! A Bat Pony that is mistaken for a Thestal! You called me Shamrock, because you thought it was funnier than Evergreen!"

I dug deeper into the wound, "Well let me tell you something, it fucking hurts! My friends avoided me, like I was actually death. My friends never spoke to me. Our parents never came near me, because you told them I was something I wasn't. I was alone. I was isolated. And what did you do? Stood there and laughed at my misery."

"It... It was... Just a joke..." Sam sobbed, as the pain intensified in her tearing eyes.

"Bullshit..." I growled, "You've always hated me. You were the favorite at home, but I was the favorite at school. I was the teacher's pet. I had friends. All because I behaved and treated everypony like I would treat myself. You were jealous of me, because you had no friends."

Sam started laughing and spat me in the face, "You're right. I was jealous. Because a Thestal had more friends than me. A freak had more friends that me. Shortbread was my only friend, until he moved to Canterlot. He never wrote to me since." Then she smirked and glared at me, "And you know what? If I survive this, I'll do it again! Thestral!! Evergreen!!Shamrock!!!"

Angry, I stabbed the scalpel into Sam's uterus. Good thing the serum was still in effect, otherwise Sam would have bled out and died from blood loss.

Sam screamed in pain and cried. "Selfish, heartless, bitch... You never cared..." I hissed.

Finally, Pinkie came down, with a jar of honey and a buttering knife, "Okay. We are ready for sweetening."

"Good." I muttered in monotone.

I grabbed the knife, full of honey, and started inserting the sweet golden syrup into the incisions. Sam screamed in pain, as the blood in her veins crystallised the honey, encrusting each of the wounds with light red honey crystals. Unable to take any more punishment, Sam blacked out.

"Awww... She blacked out." I cooed in a sarcastic tone.

"Wow. She must have really made you angry, Nellie." Pinkie noticed, "What did she do to you?"

"Everything." I answered with a hiss.

"Welp... Now the sweetening's finished. Let's start with the harvesting." She smiled.

"Very well." I nodded.

Pinkie grabbed a bucket and two syringes. One with blue liquid and the second pink. She put the bucket next to me and injected the fluids into Sam's bloodstream. Sam's eyes snapped open and she gasped.

"What? What are you doing to me?" Sam asked, as her breath quickened, "I feel like I can run a marathon, but I can't feel my hooves or my arms."

Pinkie shrugged, as she pulled a lever, which moved the table horizontal, "Oh, just gave you a small adrenaline shot and a numbing agent. Don't want you to miss this little masterpiece. Ellie is quite the poet."

"Fuck that!" Sam screamed, "Get me out of these restrains now, or I'll use my magic on you!"

"Go ahead." Pinkie dared.

Sam's horn lit up in her magical, violet aura. The magic focused on the tip. The ring started glowing and ka-boom!!! The horn exploded, shattering into little pieces on the floor, like tiny glass shards. Sam gasped and looked at what was left if her horn.

"Wha- What happened?" She asked, "What was in that ring?"

"Oh. I bought that ring for a rainy day." Pinkie explained, "I bought it from my business trip to Trottingham. The ring was enchanted with an explosion spell. Too much magic and ka-boom!"

"Let's us begin the harvesting." I smiled.

With the scalpel still in my hand, I traced a large 'Y' into Sam's torso. Pinkie opened the folds, exposing oozing honey all over Sam's organs. I started digging into her organs, thinking of a good song to go with, as I pulled an organ out by every two lines and placed into the bucket.

"I call this one 'Open Your Eyes'."
'It's time you learned a lesson,
It's time that you understand.

Don't ever count on anybody else,
In this or any other land.

I hoped you, my family,
To accept me as your kind.

But those were useless wishes,
Of someone who was blind.

Open Up Your Eyes,
See the world from where I stand.

Me one with the madness,
Your death by my hand.

Open Up Your Eyes,
And behold the faded light.

It's time to grow up and get wise,
Come now, sis.

Open Up Your Eyes...'

As I removed her heart, Sam's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her head fell back, dead.

Pinkie wiped her eyes from the tears and clapped her hands, "That was beautiful, Nellie."

*Later, That Afternoon...*
Apple Bloom, Pinkie and I were just testing out our freshest batch of cupcakes. The cupcake was delightfully sweet and the buttercream icing was fluffy and delicious.

I was able to get dress in my usual attire, which consisted of a grey shirt under a pair of hooded overalls, a dark purple sash around my waist and black and green fingerless gloves. Inky Rose named this attire 'Drowned in the Night'. Which fits.

Pinkie smiled in delight and swallowed, "These cupcakes are the best, Nellie."

Apple Bloom nodded in agreement, "Yeah. Real good call on the honey. Delicious."

I smiled back, happy to find where I truly belonged in Equestria. Baking goods out of Ponies who have wronged this world.

That was the day I saw my true madness and accepted the insult of being called a Thestral.
I embrace it.
Thank you, Pinkie.

Author's Note

Just a heads up.

Since this is in an alternate universe, where Ellie and Sam were born in Equestria, but were given human names.

Why I made Ellie Irish is because in reality, my family has a Gaelic background somewhere. And I love the Irish.

I made Sam a complete jerk to her friends and family.

She's not really like this in reality, she's actually very nice and generous. Also a bit sassy to boot. Hehehehe.

Love you, Levi-Lover1993. ^_^