The things i do for love

A/N: I'm back! alright people, just a quick shout out to Tacoking (guest) for the lyrics, thanks man, anyway, enjoy!

Do you, re-mem-ber
way back then
when, we all were
such happy friends...

I, un-der-stand
that you are sad
but what, you’re doing
is ve-ry bad...

Think, of Dashie
for Celestia's sake
Pinkie, is here
to ease you’re heart-ache...

Please, just stop this
Chris-tian
if, not for us
then do it for her...

It was…. Beautiful… no words could describe how…. Soothing her music was. I wanted to block it out, to remove myself from her world, and her, because I didn’t want to hurt her….. But I knew I couldn’t. The only ponies Physically(or would it be magically?) capable of completely removing me from this world were Twilight(Deceased), and the princesses, who probably want to send me to the moon right about now, because I killed her….. And yet here was Pinkie….. Forgiving me for my sins. Forgiving me for my crimes, and for the bloodstains on my hands. “I’m…… I’m tired. I’m just so damn tired.” I said, still sobbing. Yeah, I was STILL crying. Deal with it. “I haven’t had a good nights sleep in years….”

“Sh, sh sh sh. It’s alright now. Just go to sleep. It’ll all be okay when you wake up.” she told me…. And I wanted to. I just wanted it to be over now….. But it can’t be. Not while I still draw breath.

“N-No, it won’t be….. You don’t understand, Pinkie….. I-I-I…. I’m a monster…. It’ll never be alright….. Not w-w-while I’m here.” I tried to explain to her, only to be shushed again. She was clinging to me, and it almost seemed like she was crying to. I didn’t know what to say. At least I didn’t until the guards came in.

“Christian Fleury, you are under arrest for twenty-seven confirmed counts of murder, and two counts of high treason. Your fate is for the princesses to decide.” said the guard captain(or at least I assumed he was a captain. I never got a good look at him, but he sounded like an officer, if that makes any sense.).

“No…” was all I said. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t resisting arrest, in fact, I welcomed it at this point.

“Excuse me? Sir, you are not in the proper position to tell me no. now come with me.”

“No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I’m not resisting arrest, officer, but is there anyway we can just kinda skip to the final judgment?” I asked. Yeah, I was going there. You would to if you were in my shoes.

“Final judgment?” he asked. How fucking stupid was this guy?

“Ya know, the hangman’s noose, headsman’s block, the electric chair, whatever ponies use for executions these days.” little did I know, they didn’t actually execute anyone. Ever.

“Ooohhh, that final judgment. We don’t do anything like that anymore. But, if you wish, I can get you straight to prison.”… eh, close enough. At least that’s what I thought, anyways. I sighed(I think. The minor details like that are a bit fuzzy right now.)

“Close enough.” I said…. Which caused Pinkie to cry harder. I don’t know why she cared so much. In all honesty, I figured her to go “cupcakes” on my ass, not all…. Emotional. In fact, I expected her, at the very least, to have gone into Pinkamena Diane Pie mode and not give a damn what happened to me…. Considering I just murdered two(well, one really. Fluttershy was in self defense. She attacked me first. That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it, damn it!) of her best friends…. Yet she still forgave me. Had Applejack explained everything to her? “Sh, it’s gonna be fine, Pinkie. It’s gonna be just fine…” I lied to her, pulling her a bit closer. If there’s one thing worse than a crying Fluttershy(which I had yet to see in person… and now I never will.), it was a crying Pinkie. She put her head on my shoulder and just kept weeping. Challenge failed.

“No it won’t be! Y-You’re going to jail! I-I-I don’t want one of my best friends to go to jail! How can you attend my parties from in there?” that part just killed me, but I had to keep up my ‘It’s gonna be fine’ act.

“Hey, I’ll be out before you know it. Right?” I asked the guard without looking at him. He obviously knew I was trying to comfort her, because he went along with it.

“Hm? Oh, yes, he’ll be free to go faster then you think.” he said. Applejack obviously didn’t get it.

“Ya mean this here murderin’, back stabbin’, traitor ain’t gonna get that much time?” she asked him. The guard took her to the side, and I’m pretty sure he explained the whole situation to her, because she came back a bit…. Quieter. She also tried to lie, which kinda screwed us. “Y-Yeah, Pinkie. H-H-He’ll be j-j-just fine.” she said. I just kinda glared at her. She was visibly sweating, and looking anywhere but at Pinkie, who was also staring at her. And crying even more heavily. To this very moment, I don’t understand why she cared so god damn much. I mean, we never really talked, we never hung out. I went to a couple of her parties in the hopes that they would make me feel better(and she always managed to find out where I live on my birthday. Go figure.), but me and her were never really close friends. But then again, this was Pinkie, she was close to everyone(so she thought, at least.).

“That bad?” I asked Applejack, knowing that our cover was just blown up with a nuke. She sighed heavily.

“Yeah. That bad.” she said, a concerned look on her face. Pinkie was wailing at this point, and I was still trying to comfort her(an uphill battle, to say the least.).

“Hush, Pinkie. I’ll be fine. As soon as I get out, we can have a huge party, with cake, and drinks, streamers.”

“And candy?” she asked, staring me in the eyes. Let me tell ya, it was the saddest thing ever(With the exception of certain obvious events). I mean, having those big, bright blue eyes, all watered up, and staring into my soul? I almost cried.

“And candy.” I told her. I knew we’d never get to have that party. I was going to die in prison(or so I thought at the time). I didn’t like lying to her, but it was the only way to make her happy.

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” I said with the corresponding motions. It killed me inside, knowing that I’d never get to see that through. I heard a cough from the guard, signaling it was time to go. “Alright Pinkie, I gotta go. I’ll see you soon, alright?” I asked her, to which she only nodded. “Hey, is it alright if I go and get a couple things really quick?” I asked the guard. It was worth a shot. If I was gonna prison, I was gonna be for the worst.

“Sure, just be quick about.” he said, to which I ran to the kitchen, looking for phials, jars, bottles, anything I could use to hold a liquid that I could easily hide. I opened a cupboard(after opening every other one in the house) and hit the damn jackpot. It was, quite literally, full of phials. I grabbed about three, and then ran over to Fluttershy’s corpse(which was conveniently out of sight), and collected some of her blood. I felt like shit for doing it, but I’d rather have some on me in case I need it. Stranger things have happened. “Just what are you doing over there, boy?” he asked as I was filling the second phial. It’s harder then you think. It would be easier if she was still bleeding, but all the blood that was coming out of her was on the floor or caught in her hair.

“Just give me a minute, I’m almost done.” I said as I began filling the third phial. When it was filled enough, I put all three of them in hidden pouches(yes, hidden pouches. I’m just a boss like that) in my chest plate. “Alright, lets go.” I said as I turned the corner.

and walked right into a pair of hooves.