Omar laid in bed, not daring to fall asleep. He was, even though he hated to admit it, utterly terrified of that little pink pony. But he knew he couldn't stay awake forever. Maybe that's what he was really afraid of. And of course, after so long, he fell asleep. This time, however, he set his alarm for 9 AM. That way, he'd have less time to have to be there.

He woke up at the same place he did last night, the knife was blood stained on the table where it had been the night before, the lever was reset, however there was a blood trail on the floor and some on the lever. Maybe if I beat the game, this will stop happening! He pulled the lever and proceeded out into the hallway. There he saw a large puddle of blood that was wet, and sitting in it was his blue shirt.

"Hee, he, he, he he!" He heard laughter coming from down the hallway. He instantly panicked and dashed into the room. He pushed the lever back up, and bars closed once again. Pinkie Pie appeared behind the bars with that same crazy look in her eyes. "You will never escape from me you know. You can never win, I made sure of it." She spoke gleefully.

"Then..then wh..wh-"

"Why am I doing this? You see Omar, when you first started playing, you seemed like the average player, but then, you called me a bitch. You accused me of wanting to have sex with you! You called me names, and then, you got an ending, and forgot about me. So I vowed my revenge! I will torture you every single night, slice by slice, organ by organ, until you die!"

"So you did know what it is!"

"No, I didn't, I used contextual clues! DON'T YOU DARE ACUSE ME OF LIEING EVER AGAIN, OR ELSE!"

"S..ss..sorry m..Ms. Pie."

"That's BETTER. You had better watch your mouth."

"I will Ms. Pie. But while I'm here, can I ask a question?"

"Uhh, I guess. Ask away."

"I thought that ponies where herbivores, and if they ate meat it would slowly kill them. If you put meat in your cupcakes, wouldn't it kill whoever eats it?"

"Huh, you're smarter than you look. Your right, under normal circumstances that would be true, but in this case it's not because I add a special, yet rare ingredient that helps ponies to digest meat. I do get complaints that my cupcakes cause stomach cramps, but ponies just assume I use ridiculous amounts of sugar, which is pretty plausible for me. Of course the special ingredient reacts best in foals, teens, and young adults, so if you where a pony you probably wouldn't experience any side affects if that's what your asking."

"Uhhg! When will this end?!" That was the worst choice of words he could have possibly made.

"YOU ASK ME A QUESTION AND THEN GET ANNOYED WITH MY ANSWERS?! HASENT ANYPONY TAUGHT YOU ANY MANNERS!? THATS THE LAST STRAW!!!" Pinkie glitched through the bars and came running at him with her blood soaked knife.

Just then, Omar woke up in his bed again, his heart pounding. But not to the sound of his alarm, but to a warm puddle growing under him. Even though he was alone, he began to blush like crazy. But then again, thank god it happened, because if it didn't, Pinkie might have killed him, or worse. He looked over at the clock. 9:18AM. This time, he knew that he had set the alarm for 9.

Author's Note

I fixed the biggest plot hole in cupcakes! How has no-one noticed this sooner?