The Recordings of Pinkamena

[Log 1]

Clop, clop, clop, her hooves went as she walked on the bronze floor...her hot pink hair swaying, wearing a black crop top turtleneck and dark leggings that shined in the night.

“God, how long has it been since-” Diane was cut off by the feeling of something plastic touching her hooves...a tape recorder... “The fuck did this come from?” She picked it up, thinking it seemed fine being curious. She placed the recorder on the table pressed play.

Click!

“Oh, it’s- it’s working? Well, okay, uhm...I'm Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can just call me Diane...this is stupid...why am I even using this?-”

She turned the recorder off, making a ‘click!’ sound. Diane walked towards a brown box and put her hand in, pulling out a small piece of paper.

“...Octavia...this'll be fun.”

Diane picked up a pink scrunchie and wrapped her hair into a ponytail, the ponytail going all the way to her flank. After that, she put on a long hoodie with two white stripes on the sleeves. She then walked out and closed the door. “Now, where would that bitch be…”

Her ocean colored eyes darted to the gray mare who was heading into the music store. She smiled, but it was anything but a good smile...

Click!

“Alright, I'm back. Hm...I guess I can use this thing to vent or something...” loud stomps and muffles can be heard. “SHUT UP! You should be grateful I even let you live this long.” Diane takes a deep breath and sighs...she then gets up and takes the blindfold and gag off of the gray mare, she blinks, one, two, three...

“P-pink-” Diane grips her face tightly, almost digging her nails into her flesh, and making her look up. “Don’t you call me by that fucking name...I go by Diane. Forget that, and I’ll cut your tongue out.” She let her face go gently.

“D-diane, I- why am I here...? What did I do? I-i’m so sorry-” Diane elbowed Octavia in the gut hard enough to make her vomit. “Will you shut the fuck up? God, I've never heard someone talk as much as you...now, which one would you like?” She pulled off the white cloth that was on the tiny gray table. There laid a hacksaw, a long hatchet, and a butcher knife.

Octavia was shocked and started breathing heavily, like she was suffocating. She looked down at the table “Pl-please, you don't have to do this...! Whatever I did, I’m so sorry! Please, Pin- Diane!” Pinkamena slid her gloves on. “Sorry, but that's not how it works around here. If your name pops up, you have to die.”

Octavia had never felt more scared now than she ever has in her whole entire life.

Author's Note

editor's note actually lol. anyway, hello! this is the author's first fanfic, and we actually started it on wattpad, so i'll link both of our wattpad accounts if you wanna check it out there. thank you!

Author: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Recordingsofdiane
Editor: https://www.wattpad.com/user/CasuallyOkayTrash