Omar Sebali Spends 5 Nights With Pinkamena

by Somber Concerto

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Gore, Violence, Dark, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Pinkie Pie, Crossover, Sex, Five Nights at Freddy's, Profanity
Length: 7473

I just don't know any more.

It's Omar Sebali, and he keeps waking up in Pinkies basement, she torments him every night until he finally gives in to her request, then he finds out that she is Chica's roommate the hard way. The alternate ending makes even less sense. Don't ask, I have a weird imagination. Don't take this super seriously, and zero offense to Omar, this is just a totally random fic that I wrote while sleep-deprived.

Heavy gore in chapter one. There aren't any sex scenes however, it is mentioned and implied. There are vomit scenes in chapters 3,3av,4,5,5av.

Published 2020-04-09 16:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-26 22:28:58 UTC

Night 1

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.

Night 2

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?

Night 3

Author's Note

Okay, so I just realized that a sub-consciously took inspiration from Bitter-Sweet Appleacres by Sparrow 9642 :applejackunsure:. Especially the dinner games. So if you like this, you should probably check that out too. Plus he's a WAYYY better writer than me. I also got a lot of inspiration from Something Sweet to Bite by knakerman. In the original story, Pinkie was going to follow in Lemon Drops's footsteps and force-feed him cupcakes until he died, but I already wrote a crossover with Something Sweet to bite so...

Night 3

Ok, Omar, lets lay out all the facts we know, 1, as far as you know, there is no exit. 2, even if there was, she finds you almost immediately. 3, the alarm won't let you out until 12, unless *indistinct mumbling*. Just try to be nice and maybe she will be too. "Ok, 'Pinkie', try to beat me this time!" He proceeded to drink 3 glasses of milk. He said before falling asleep, "Pinkie Pie, YOUR MESSING WITH THE WRONG SEBALI!" He woke up once again in Pinkie's basement, but this time he had a strategy.

First, he waited for pinkie to come, he did not unlock the door. After just a few minutes, he heard her laughter. "Pinkie," He called out, "I would like to talk to you please."

The door flung open, but the bars stayed shut. "Yes, Omar? Please make it quick, as I would like to finally get to the torture tonight."

"Is there anything, anything at all that would let me out of here?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked! There are a couple of things that you can do. You can either give me the D for 3 consecutive nights or let me turn you into a pony and use you as my test subject for cupcake recipes every day for 1 week!"

"You ain't getting the Omar D, so I guess I'll take door #2."

"That's great! Some of my recipes need some SERIOUS adjustments. We'll start tonight!" She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over to her workstation, where she strapped his feet, waist and right hand to the table.

"So how are you going to 'turn me into a pony'? I thought only unicorns could do magic."

"Oh, it's not that type of magic. Here, drink this!" She held out a small test tube containing a mysterious blue liquid.

"What is it, and will it hurt?"

"It's a magic potion that I got from a witchdoctor zebra named Zecora, and will turn any living mammal into a pony. It will make you a little light-headed for a few minutes, but I don't THINK it's supposed to hurt." She couldn't help but slip a small smile. Omar didn't notice.

"Okay then, here goes nothing." She had better not be fucking with me! He thought before downing the whole thing in one gulp. Suddenly he felt a wave of disorientation wash over him. "You call this a LITTLE light-headed?!" He started, swaying from side to side like a ship in a thunderstorm. If it wasn't for the restraints, he might have fallen off. "If this keeps up for much longer, I'm going to get sick!" Luckily for him, it only lasted for about a minute and a half.

When that was over, he looked down to see a blue coat and a coffee brown tail with a yellow stripe. He also looked down to see that his clothes had vanished. "Ahhh!" He screamed in shock, attempting to cover himself with his left hoof. "What the fuck did you do to my clothes?!"

"Well ponies don't typically wear clothes, and when we do, we definately don't wear pants. What are you even hiding anyway? Like I said before, Equestrian ponies don't have genitals."

He lifted his hoof to see that she was telling the truth, and sure enough, nothing there but a clean, smooth pony crotch. "Ahhh! It's gone! The Omar D is missing, the Omar D is missing!" He was starting to regret his decision.

"Okay, time for the first cupcake!" Yelled Pinkie Pie gleefully. She handed him a purple cupcake with yellow sprinkles.

"So, what flavor is it?" He asked, taking a bite.

"well, it's not a flavor per say.. So, one day I was like, I wish cupcakes where more bouncy and marshmallow-ey, but then I thought, oh Pinkie you silly, you can make one yourself! What's puffy, edible and at your disposable?"

"Uh.. marshmallows?" Said Omar, now 3/4 done with the cupcake.

" No silly, marshmallows melt and get all goopy. Try again!"

That's when he looked down at the almost finished cupcake and saw some white and black chunks. " Uh, what are those chunks?" He asked, suddenly not feeling so great.

"That's what makes them so puffy, my secret ingredient is, wait for it... eyeballs!"

"EYEB-bleeeaagh!" He leaned over the side of the table and violently expelled the milk, potion, and most of an eyeball flavored cupcake from his stomach. It splattered onto the blood-stained ground in the form of a vile green substance. "EYE...BALLS?! WH..WHY?!" He asked, still weak from the nausea.

"Because they make the cake so much squishier!"

"BLEEEAAGGHH!" He once again covered the floor with his own stomach content. His face was so pale it was practically an eggshell white.

"Hey ace, wanna try aiming for the trash can next time?" Said Pinkie, more concerned for her blood-splattered floor then Omar.

"Ne...next time?" He asked, fear clearly evident in his voice.

"So, ready for round 2?" She asked excitedly and getting a little impatient.

"What?! No, of cou..rse I'm n...not ready, I don't think I can stomach another cupcake ev...ever again! Ca..can't I at least have a br...break?"

"COURSE, ha, you're funny! Come on, this one is easy, it's just a banana-meat cupcake, nothing weird!"

"I consider horse meat weird, but whatev...ever! I mean think about it Pinkie," He stammered, trying to reason with the crazy mare and still out of breath from he effort of emptying his stomach so quickly. "If I eat now I'll just thro...throw up again. You won't get any r-BLEEAGGHH! Real re...results." He vomited one last time and laid back on the table, closing his eyes, his left forehoof clutching his stomach.

"Oh that's okay, I can always try them again tomorrow! I think you're really gonna like this one! Also, I came up with your pony name!" She replied, completely unfazed by his condition, it was almost as if... she where used to this.

"P-pony name? What's wrong wi...with Omar?"

"That is THE dumbest pony name ever. So now you are Thunder Bash." She held out a yellow cupcake with teal sprinkles.

"So, what's in thi… this one?" He said, carefully inspecting the new cupcake.

"Banana, sugar, butter, milk, baking soda, flour, oil, egg, meat, and water."

"What about the secret ingredient?" He said, taking a small bite.

"Awe shit. Love to break it to you, so you're gonna have to do that again."

"What?! Why can't you just give it to me separately?"

"Because that's not any fun!"

"You think watching people get sick is fun?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Of course you do. So, could you please just give it to me separately now?"

"Oh, fine! You're a real party pooper, you know that?" She walked away and came back a minute later with what looked like a cup of bubbling green slime.

"Ewe! What is that?!" He shouted in disgust.

"Well, the secret ingredient is a powder, so I mixed it with some water." She said smiling.

"Why is it fizzing then?"

"Because that's what the secret ingredient does, that's how it works. Now would you SHUT UP?! STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!"

"Oh HELL no! I am NOT drinking that! I don't know how pony biology works, but drinking soda does not mean that you can eat anything you want."

"I said shut up!" She shoved her hoof into his mouth and forced it open until she heard a loud crack. "Are you going to listen to me now?" He nodded his head, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "And It's not 'soda', it's WAY more powerful."

"We.. well in that case, wouldn't it hurt? That can't be good for anyone." He said, on the verge of crying.

" Screw biology, I'm Pinkamena Mother-Fucking Se-uhh I mean Pie! I said Pie!"

"Hey, that's my line!"

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BEING QUIET?! Anyway, either drink this or die a painful death."

"I already ate the whole cupcake, and I feel fine. I think you're just fucking with me."

"I'm telling the truth and it won't hurt, pinkie promise! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" She did the motions with her hooves the procured a cupcake seemingly out of nowhere and rammed it into her eye, leaving behind green frosting and some crumbs on her face.

Omar took the glass and took a few sips. "You have to drink it all, or it won't be effective enough to work." He finished it slowly, sip by sip. "Remember when I promised it wouldn't hurt?"

"Yeah..."

"I had my hooves crossed. Okay, byyeeee!"

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep! "Ugh," Omar woke up with a terrible stomachache. "I fucking hate you Pinkie! Pinkie promise my ass." All in all, being stuck in bed all day was not such a bad thing, after all, it gave him plenty of time to conceive of a new way to defeat that pink bouncing nightmare once and for all.

He did however get up for a few hours. As horrid as he felt, he desperately wanted to take a shower, as there was still some dry vomit on his face and in his hair. He ate dinner and laid back down. Maybe, just maybe, if was nice to the insane mare, she would give it back.

Night 3 (alternate version)

Ok, Omar, lets lay out all the facts we know, 1, as far as you know, there is no exit. 2, even if there was, she finds you almost immediately. 3, the alarm won't let you out until 12, unless *indistinct mumbling*. Just try to be nice and maybe she will be too. "Ok, 'Pinkie', try to beat me this time!" He proceeded to drink 3 glasses of milk. He said before falling asleep, "Pinkie Pie, YOUR MESSING WITH THE WRONG SEBALI!" He woke up once again in Pinkie's basement, but this time he had a strategy.

First, he waited for pinkie to come, he did not unlock the door. After just a few minutes, he heard her laughter. "Pinkie," He called out, "I would like to talk to you please."

The door flung open, but the bars stayed shut. "Yes, Omar? Please make it quick, as I would like to finally get to the torture tonight."

"Is there anything, anything at all that would let me out of here?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked! There are a couple of things that you can do. You can either give me the D for 3 consecutive nights or let me turn you into a pony and use you as my test subject for cupcake recipes every day for 1 week!"

"You ain't getting the Omar D, so I guess I'll take door #2."

"That's great! Some of my recipes need some SERIOUS adjustments. We'll start tonight!" She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over to her workstation, where she strapped his feet, waist and right hand to the table.

"So how are you going to 'turn me into a pony'? I thought only unicorns could do magic."
"Oh, it's not that type of magic. Here, drink this!" She held out a small test tube containing a mysterious blue liquid.

"What is it, and will it hurt?"

"It's a magic potion that I got from a witchdoctor zebra named Zecora, and will turn any living mammal into a pony. It will make you a little light-headed for a few minutes, but I don't THINK it's supposed to hurt." She couldn't help but slip a small smile. Omar didn't notice.

"Okay then, here goes nothing." She had better not be fucking with me! He thought before downing the whole thing in one gulp. Suddenly he felt a wave of disorientation wash over him. "You call this a LITTLE light-headed?!" He started, swaying from side to side like a ship in a thunderstorm. If it wasn't for the restraints, he might have fallen off. "If this keeps up for much longer, I'm going to get sick!" Luckily for him, it only lasted for about a minute and a half.

When that was over, he looked down to see a blue coat and a coffee brown tail with a yellow stripe. He also looked down to see that his clothes had vanished. "Ahhh!" He screamed in shock, attempting to cover himself with his left hoof. "What the fuck did you do to my clothes?!"

"Well ponies don't typically wear clothes, and when we do, we definately don't wear pants. What are you even hiding anyway? Like I said before, Equestrian ponies don't have genitals."

He lifted his hoof to see that she was telling the truth, and sure enough, nothing there but a clean, smooth pony crotch. "Ahhh! It's gone! The Omar D is missing, the Omar D is missing!" He was starting to regret his decision.

"Okay, time for the first cupcake!" Yelled Pinkie Pie gleefully. She handed him a purple cupcake with yellow sprinkles.
"So, what flavor is it?" He asked, taking a bite.

"well, it's not a flavor per say.. So, one day I was like, I wish cupcakes where more bouncy and marshmallow-ey, but then I thought, oh Pinkie you silly, you can make one yourself! What's puffy, edible and at your disposable?"

"Uh.. marshmallows?" Said Omar, now 3/4 done with the cupcake.

" No silly, marshmallows melt and get all goopy. Try again!"

That's when he looked down at the almost finished cupcake and saw some white and black chunks. " Uh, what are those chunks?" He asked, suddenly not feeling so great.

"That's what makes them so puffy, my secret ingredient is, wait for it... eyeballs!"

"EYEB-bleeeaagh!" He leaned over the side of the table and violently expelled the milk, potion, and most of an eyeball flavored cupcake from his stomach. It splattered onto the blood-stained ground in the form of a vile green substance. "EYE...BALLS?! WH..WHY?!" He asked, still weak from the nausea.

"Because they make the cake so much squishier!"

"BLEEEAAGGHH!" He once again covered the floor with his own stomach content. His face was so pale it was practically an eggshell white.

"Hey ace, wanna try aiming for the trash can next time?" Said Pinkie, more concerned for her blood-splattered floor then Omar.

`"Ne...next time?" He asked, fear clearly evident in his voice.

"So, ready for round 2?" She asked excitedly and getting a little impatient.

"What?! No, of cou..rse I'm not ready, I don't thi...think I can stomach another cupcake ever a..again! Can't I at least have a br...a break?"

"COURSE, ha, you're funny! Come on, this one is easy, it's just a banana-meat cupcake, nothing weird!"

"I consider ho...horse meat weird, but whatever! I mean thi..think about it Pinkie," He stammered, trying to reason with the crazy mare and still out of breath from the effort of emptying his stomach so quickly. "If I eat now I'll just thr...throw up again. You won't get any r-BLEEAGGHH! Real re..results." He vomited one last time and laid back on the table, closing his eyes, his left forehoof clutching his stomach.

"Oh that's okay, I can always try them again tomorrow! I think you're really gonna like this one!" She replied, completely unfazed by his condition, it was almost as if she were used to this. She held out a yellow cupcake with teal sprinkles.

"So, what's in thi… this one?" He said, carefully inspecting the new cupcake.

"Banana, sugar, butter, milk, baking soda, flour, oil, egg, meat, secret ingredient, and water."

He finished the cupcake with no problem. "So, what do you think? More vanilla right?"

"I thought it was fine."

"Okay then, last cupcake for today." She said, a growing frown on her face. She was sad that her fun had to end. But she reminded herself that she would have plenty of time to play tomorrow. She had to take it easy, she wouldn't want him to die too soon."This is a hot sauce cupcake! BEST INVENTION EVER!!!" She handed him a red and orange cupcake.

He took a bite, knowing better than to question her on the spice levels. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. "Yeah, this one took me forever to get right. Hot sauce really interferes with the secret ingredient. But I think I finally got it right!"

"Wait, it interferes with the secret ingredient?!! Does that mean I'll die if you didn't get it right?!!" He began to panic. He should have known better than to blindly trust her.

"No, I said it interfears, not it makes the secret ingredient stop working! It just makes the process much longer and much more painful. Besides, like I said I think I finally got it right this time!"

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep! "Ugh," Omar woke up with a terrible stomachache. " She DID NOT 'get it right this time!'" All in all, being stuck in bed all day was not such a bad thing, after all, it gave him plenty of time to conceive of a new way to defeat that pink bouncing nightmare once and for all.

He did, however, get up for a few hours. As horrid as he felt, he desperately wanted to take a shower, as there was still some dry vomit on his face and in his hair. He ate dinner and laid back down. Maybe, just maybe, if he was nice to the insane mare, she would give it back.

Night 4

When Omar fell asleep that night he was still recovering from whatever the hell Pinkie had done to him. Omar was actually starting to think he may he may have messed with the wrong Pie.

"Welcome back Omar! I got a stronger potion from Zecora, this one should last for 24 hours!"

"Oh come on Pinkie, It still hurts from last time. I can't deal with this shit right now. Just let me go, PLEASE!"

"That's fine, I came up with a new game anyway! It's called confection confuzzled! I show you a tray of identical cupcakes, most of them have a bad recipe that will make you sick as a dog, one of them, however, is a normal cupcake." She held out a tray of three white cupcakes. "There coconut flavor! But two of them have spoiled milk in them."

He reached out and grabbed one. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and took a small bite. He looked to Pinkie, her face not changed from an innocent smile. It tasted fine to him. "Good job, you got the good cupcake." She said flatly. He felt that same dizziness from last night, only this time it was worse.

"Pinkie, I thought you it was fine that I didn't drink the potion." He laid back on the table which made it a lot better, but not entirely.

"I did! Fine because I baked some into all the round one cupcakes!"

"You bitch! I fucking hate you, you know that?! Wait- there are multiple rounds?!" He shouted, the dizziness having completely diminished.

"I take my time to bake all these yummy cupcakes for you, and all you can do is sit there and call me a bitch?! I've been so patient, and so nice to you! Did you ever think that maybe you're the jerk here?! You're a spoiled brat and I can tell, now it's time that somepony put you in your place! Time for round two! These ones are orange flavor, but three are made with rotten oranges. Just like you." She smiled menacingly and held out a tray of four orange cupcakes. Once again he grabbed one and tried it hesitantly. Safe again.

"Okay, this time there's cotton candy flavor! Four of them have three cups of sugar. Each." She held out a tray of five pink cupcakes. He took the one in the middle, thinking he had out-smarted the mare. He took a bite and was greeted with the sickly sweet flavor of way to much sugar.

Pinkie grabbed another one of the cupcakes, the one right next to the one Omar had grabbed. "So that was the good one?" He asked, the defeat clearly evident in his voice.

"What? Oh, no this is one of the bad ones."

"Why would you do that?"

"After you've had them so many times, you kinda get used to it. Besides, It's so much yummier this way!"

Omar had stopped eating the cupcake after the first bite. "CHEATER! You have to eat the ENTIRE cupcake! It's not that hard you know! Kids starve every day, do you know that?! They would KILL for one of my cupcakes! Now finish that CUPCAKE!" The look in her eyes and the anger in her voice scared him even more than the prospect of having to ingest three whole cups of sugar. He picked up the cupcake and resumed eating. He finished it bite-by-bite, feeling sicker by the minute. The second he finished the last bite Pinkie smiled and spoke, "Good, that wasn't so hard now, was it? Buh, Bye!"

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep! The first thing that Omar did when he woke up was run to his bathroom and throw up. It did little to help the sharp pain in his stomach. He opened his medicine cabinet only to be greeted by an empty container of antiacid. All that remained was a single measly chipped tablet. "Fuck! Who makes a bottle of antiacid with an odd amount of tablets?!" He stumbled back to his bed slowly. Closing his eyes, and trying to focus on the situation at hand rather than the throbbing in his stomach.

Later that day Omar was feeling just well enough to drive down to the nearest convenience store, where he bought a new bottle of antiacid. Once he got home he took two, slipped 18 in his pockets and placed the bottle in his medicine cabinet. He fell out cold almost the instant his head hit the pillow.

Night 5

He woke up with Pinkie's face inches away from his. "gaahh!" He gasped, not expecting her to be so close.

"I'm so glad you're back! I was getting impatient there! I was thinking for tonight we should up the anti, I'm thinking 6 cupcakes, 5 cups of sugar, think you can beat the odds?!"

"As 'fun' as that sounds, that would probably kill me so, I think I'll take the 'other' option if you know what I mean."

"Oh yay! Come with me, I'll show you my bedroom!" And with that, she whisked him away to her bedroom upstairs.

"Uhh, Pinkie.." He started, still contemplating what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and made his final decision. " Before we begin, I'd like you to have some of these 'special pony candies'." He took the 18 antiacids out from his pocket and handed them to the waiting mare.

"Oh thank you so much, Omar! Mmm, these are delicious!" she gulped them down happily without suspecting a thing. About 10 minutes later, Pinkie began to speak, "Hey, where did you get those candies? They make my tummy feel all fuzzily, and I don't think I like it too much." She spoke solemnly, much unlike how she had been just hours ago. In fact, she seemed like a different mare entirely.

"Just at a candy shop." He said casually, as if making out with a pony that wanted to kill him was entirely normal.
Just then, Chica walked in. Unfortunately for him, apparently thy were roommates. Her eyes turned red, and she stomped away loudly. Not speaking a single word.

"You know what, I don't feel so great. You can go home for the night." She said, looking like she had been to Tartarus and back. Yes! His plan had worked! And although death by antacid is rare, it might be different for ponies, and it would at least deter her for a few days until he could come up with a better plan.

He woke up in his bed, yet not to the annoying alarm, nor to a damp bed. What had woken him up? He closed his eyes, realizing how overall shitty he felt. And it didn't have anything to do with Pinkie this time, in fact, it never did. Turns out he was just really sick with the stomach bug, and that was to blame his nausea, delirium, and any instances of him not acting like Omar. -THE END...

Or is It? To be continued...?

Author's Note

Him turning out to be sick was not even close to the original ending, but it was a good way to cover up for those moments of which I messed up his character.

Night 5 (alternate version)

He woke up with Pinkie's face inches away from his. "gaahh!" He gasped, not expecting her to be so close.
"I'm so glad you're back! I was getting impatient there! I was thinking for tonight we should up the anti, I'm thinking 6 cupcakes, 5 cups of sugar, think you can beat the odds?!"

"As 'fun' as that sounds, that would probably kill me so, I think I'll take the 'other' option if you know what I mean."

"Oh yay! Come with me, I'll show you my bedroom!" And with that, she whisked him away to her bedroom upstairs.

"Uhh, Pinkie.." He started, still contemplating what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and made his final decision. " Before we begin, I'd like you to have some of these 'special pony candies'." He took the 18 antiacids out from his pocket and handed them to the waiting mare.

"Oh thank you so much, Omar! Mmm, these are delicious!" she gulped them down happily without suspecting a thing. About 10 minutes later, Pinkie began to speak, "Hey, where did you get those candies? They make my tummy feel all fuzzily, and I don't think I like it too much." She spoke solemnly, much unlike how she had been just hours ago. In fact, she seemed like a different mare entirely. And at that moment, he saw something different. He saw something weak and afraid. Something small and vulnerable. Something that was worth saving... even if it was a monster.

"Oh shit, what have I done?!" Sure she was evil and cruel, but if he killed her, was he really any better? He had to do something- and fast! he didn't know much about her, but he did know one thing; this mare killed her friends, baked them into cupcakes, ate them, and sold them to her other friends- all while smiling! If he was going to make her vomit, grossing out was off the list.

He shoved his finger down her throat, using his legs to straddle her hips and the hand that was not down her throat to hold both her hooves in place. Even being as strong as he was it was incredibly difficult to keep her contained. But having allowed (or forced) him to make out with her left her incredibly vulnerable. Unfortunately for him, this was an abortive effort. "Why isn't this working?!"

Then he remembered what she had said the previous night; "After you've had them so many times, you kinda get used to it." Pinkie had strengthened her stomach to her own doom. Time for plan B. He retracted his finger from her throat, allowing Pinkie to speak. "What the hell are you doing to me?!"

Ignoring her for the moment he pulled his arm back, making a fist and aimed for her solar plexus hoping it was in the same general location that it would be on a human. ( For those of you who are too lazy to look it up yourself: "Definition of solar plexus 1: a nerve plexus in the abdomen that is situated behind the stomach and in front of the aorta and the crura of the diaphragm and contains several ganglia distributing nerve fibers to the viscera 2: the pit of the stomach specifically: the part of the abdomen including the stomach that is particularly vulnerable to the effects of a blow to the body wall in front of it."- Merriam Webster Dictionary)

He punched her as hard as he could, causing her to sit up straight, shooting up like a bullet while vomiting at the same time, inadvertently covering him in puke. A chill ran down his spine and he cringed at the feeling of being covered in the warm, slimy, chunky substance that Pinkie had regurgitated.

"Now... will y...you tell me... what just... ha..happenend?" She sputtered, looking like she had been to Tartarus and back. There was vomit everywhere- in her hair and on her face. On her blankets and pillow, but mostly covering Omar.

"Okay, I guess I owe you an explanation. The candy... they weren't candies. They where antiacids. I'm sorry. I was trying to poison you because I thought if you were dead, I would finally be free, but then I had second thoughts, and.. Ugh I hate explaining emotions! The point is, I technically saved your life so... we're cool?"

"I... I guess. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just... I couldn't control myself! You wouldn't understand, but I kinda deserved that. Payback for making you toss your cookies- or cupcakes in this case. Hee, he! Oww! It hurts to laugh. And it's really hard to breathe."

"Hey, I'd rather 'toss my cupcakes' than be covered in it." He spoke, the vomit beginning to cool and dry, creating an even more uncomfortable sensation that made him want to vomit himself.

"Hey, I know it's a lot to ask, especially because of all I've done to you, but would you mind making me some tea? It always settles my tummy." In all honesty, Omar would mind making her tea, because he wanted her to know what it felt like. But he couldn't do that to her.

"How about you call poison control and ask them if you're good while I take a shower. If they say your good I'll make you some tea, and if not then I go home."

"Deal. But only if you hand me the phone. I think if I move I'm gonna throw up again."

"For one, if there's anything left you should get all out, and for two, how could you have anything left, there must be at least a gallon or more of vomit already out!"

"If you want me to let you use my shower I suggest you shut up about the size of my stomach and hand me the damn phone." Burned by a pony. He handed her the phone on top of the dresser in her room. It was an old-school cord phone so he had to move the base as well."Thank you. Second door on your right." Despite the fact that his hair now smelled of cotton candy due to using Pinkie's shampoo, he was more than grateful to be clean.

He carried the steaming cups of camomile tea carefully up the stairs to Pinkie's bedroom. Only one intended for her. He was but no means a tea drinker, hell, it took him a good five minutes to figure how to work pinkie's 1890's style kettle, but after all his stomach had been through in the past few days, and the nausea triggered by being nauseated on made the curing liquid seem unresistible.

When Omar came back upstairs it seemed as if the vomit had multiplied. "I threw up more while you were gone." Pinkie sat up in bed sipping her tea. Omar sat in a chair next to her, and holding her hoof, as per her request.

He, much like Pinkie, slowly sipped at his tea. It was such a nice sensation, feeling the hot tea travel down his esophagus and splash down into his sore stomach. He hadn't realized how much his stomach was aching until the tea made him remember how good it felt to ingest something normal. He hadn't actually eaten anything but Pinkie's twisted cupcakes for days. He was actually starting to get used to the stomach aches. Pinkie was correct.

"Thank you for making the tea for me. I really do feel much better now. " She began to blush, though it was hard to tell as her coat was already a bubblegum pink. Omar began to blush as well. What is going on here?! he thought to himself. Am... am I falling for a pony that tried to murder me?! No, no, that can't be right. Sure she's kinda cute, but she's a my little pony from a horror game! This is nuts! This whole thing is nuts! He felt a warm sensation spreading throughout his body, starting in his stomach. It's just the tea that's doing that. Just the warm tea that's making me feel this way. He told himself.

"Friends?" Pinkie asked, sounding a lot stronger. (Burned AND friend-zoned. Pinkie is crushing it today!)

"Uhh... no. Just non-enemys." He replied, finishing the tea. Pinkie let him go home shortly after this, and she never bothered him again.

The end.

For real this time!

Seriously, this is the end!

Don't follow me and watch for sequels!

There won't be any.

Pinkie promise!

Author's Note

Holy crap I'm tired! This is so weird! I'm not kidding when I say that these descriptions of people/ponies vomiting made me a little queasy! This is my favorite of the two endings for obvious reasons. So, should I make a sequel and ship it, or has this gone too far already?