Omar Sebali Spends 5 Nights With Pinkamena

On December 20, 2019 Omar had uploaded his latest video featuring Pinkie Pie, a character from a TV show Omar dispised to his core, unfortunately a majority or his fans where either bronys, or loved to see him suffer. After it was successfully uploaded, Omar thought he was done with that annoying bitch for life. However, he could not have been more wrong.

Omar got up from his chair and stretched, not realizing how long he had been sitting there. He glanced at the time on his computer: 2 am. "Wow it's 2 already? I haven't even made dinner yet! He walked to the kitchen slowly contemplating what he should make. He settled on Korean barbeque, a personal favorite of his. After having dinner he took a shower and got ready for bed.

He was so tired it wasn't hard to fall asleep he laid down for about minute before he fell asleep. He had no idea what he was walking into. He woke up to the sounds of crying and laughter, not immediately recognizing his surroundings. Yet something about this place seemed familiar… "That's it! This is that dumb cupcake whatever game! I must be dreaming, or nightMAREing. Wait, then how do I wake up from it?"

He looked over his shoulder and saw a knife. "Aha! Pain always wakes you up!" He took the knife and without another thought thrust it into his stomach as hard as he could. (Wow, that got violent fast.) He instantly screamed in agony. "Ahhhhh!" Squeezing his eyes shut tight he struggled to say to himself, "But I.. I.. I thought that... pain.. woke people... up."

He stumbled over to the lever on the wall and pulled it, unlocking the door to the room. "There's gotta be... another... way out.." He gasped, now struggling to see straight. He slowly limped over to the door and opened it. He stepped out into the hallway and looked down to see a crimson liquid pouring freely from his open wound. It soaked his T-shirt and was beginning to form a large pool of blood beneath his feet. "haa haa, I'm gonna die! haa, ha ha!" He laughed, now delirious from blood loss. He collapsed onto the floor and passed out laughing.

Omar woke up his head throbbing and a terrible pain in his stomach. He once again did not know where he was. His first thought was that he had gotten drunk at a friends house, but that assumption was cut short when a voice that was way too familiar spoke through the darkness. "Omar, you finally woke up! Now we can start the real fun!" The memories of earlier came flooding back instantly.

"wait, I'm not dead? But how?" He asked the voice, not expecting her to have an answer.

"Well, I had been waiting for you to come find me for about 10 minutes when I herd the most delightful fit of laughter coming from your spawn location. When I came to investigate you where passed out on the floor with a nasty cut, so I brought you to my workspace and stitched you up!" The voice said happily. She finally stepped out of the shadow revealing her light pink face and cotton candy mane, her smile almost a mile wide.

He looked down to see 12 pink stitches across his stomach. "You're not like the Pinkie from the game, why didn't you just kill me and make me into cupcakes, or whatever?" Omar asked suspiciously.

"Because then I wouldn't be able to have any fun with you of course" She replied, a crazy gleam in her eyes.

"Fun?" He asked, jumping to conclusions.

"Here, let me show you!" She said, grabbing her knife and laughing manically. "Oh wait, you don't have wings, or a cutie mark to cut off, so where do I start? Also, as a side note when I was examining you for other injuries I found your tail. Why is it on your underside?"

Uh.. how do I even answer that? Oh no, please don't remove it! He thought to himself. "Uhh, do m-m-mm.. do my little pony's have gentiles?" He finally decided was the best way to deal with this.

"What-it-tiles?"

"Ok, that's a definite no. Ok, so how do you guys... you know.. reproduce?"

"Ohhhh, that's what it is. I can't put that in cupcakes! Little foals eat my cupcakes! I think I know what's coming off first!"

"Wait no, no, no, no, no! I knew it! She wants the Omar D! please no, pleeeeaase no!"

"Hahahaha!" She giggled, swiping a knife off the table beside her.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Omar woke up safe in his bed to his extremely annoying alarm clock that he did not remember setting. Beep! Beep! Beep! "Holy shit that was a terrible nightmare. I really have to stop playing horror games before bed." He rolled over on his stomach to get out of bed, which caused terrible pain. "Ahh!" He quickly rolled onto his side. "Ouch. But if that was a dream, then why did it hurt?" He slowly lifted the covers to reveal his stomach-with 12 pink stitches across it! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! What the fuck, it wasn't a dream! But it had to be! I'm... am I going insane?!

Knock, knock. "Aw, shit I woke up the neighbors. What time is it anyway?" He looked at his clock. 12:37 PM. Knock, knock, knock.

"Hello? Omar? Are you okay?" His neighbor asked through the door.

Omar opened the door to see his neighbor standing in the doorway. "Don't worry Mrs. ________, I'm fine, just another jump scare." He lied.

"Oh, my, what did you do to your stomach? It's covered in blood!" She gasped.

"Oh, I was just uhh.. fixing my pipes, and I tried cutting one out because it was stuck, and the uh... the knife slipped." He continued his lie.

" You have got to be more careful dearie, you're lucky that wasn't you're face!" She said, concerned for Omar.

"I know Mrs. _______, Sorry for worrying you. See you later, hopefully on better terms." He shut the door and sighed with relief. It's a good thing she's nice, or I'd probably be evicted by now.

He wanted to go to the doctor for the cut, but they would ask questions like, "Why did you stitch it yourself." and "How did you know how to surgically stitch?" and "Why pink?" Of course, if he told the truth they'd think he was crazy! He trusted Pinky's job because if she wanted him to live long enough for her to torture him she wouldn't have been dumb enough to let it get infected. But even though, he washed the cut thoroughly with rubbing alcohol and placed a bandage with some antiseptic on it.