The Cakes' Special Treats

The basement was completely dark and quiet except for the rhythmic breathing of a single pony. It was quiet; it was calm.

"Hey Pinkie, we have a new friend for you!"

She bolted upright, startled. Then watched as they secured a pony to the table. Pinkie turned on her light and saw the clock. 1:42, it was much too early to be awake. She looked at the pony and saw she was a pink earth pony with a dark pink and blue mane.

"We're going back to sleep Pinkie, you can play and harvest by yourself. Give us a ring if you need help or finish," Mrs. Cake said.

Pinkie waited for The Cakes to leave. She yawned and went back to sleep, 'I'll play with her later.'

Pinkie slowly woke up, blearily going from playing with her sisters to the real world. She stared at the earth mare.

"You were in my dream," Pinkie said.

The mare smiled through her tears, "You're alive. I thought you were dead. Please, let's get out."

Pinkie looked back at the clock, 4:29 now, "Fine, I got enough sleep. I can take another nap later," she trotted over to the mare with patchwork blanket to lie on, "How d'you end up here? Also, what's your name? Mine's Pinkie Pie! I like your mane. Can I have it?"

"Please help me first. We can talk after we escape," she said.

The only response she got was an enormous grin. Pinkie made a large show of fluffing out her blanket and wrapping it around herself.

The mare squinted at Pinkie, "Are you doing something? I don't have my glasses. I can hardly see you. Can you look around the room?"

Pinkie hopped over to the switch, "I'm gonna turn on the lights," she switched them on then searched for the mare's glasses. She hopped up the stairs and found a pair of purple glasses, "They're really smudgy. I'm gonna clean them, alright!"

Pinkie grabbed a rag. She then ran the glasses under the sink and washed them, "Here you go!" Pinkie said as she placed the glasses on the mare's muzzle.

"Let's try this again!" Pinkie repeated the act of showing off her blanket. The mare was hardly looking. She looked distracted by something. The mare finally looked at Pinkie's blanket, then stuttered out a sentence, "H-how did you know where the lights were, or the rags to clean my glasses?"

Again, the only response she received was Pinkie's trademark grin.

"Oh."

"Sooooooo, can you tell me your name now? Again, I'm Pinkie Pie. It's super early, so I don't feel like a playdate right now, so I'll let you go if you promise to be quiet."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Carrot and Cupcake are upstairs, probably asleep, or getting ready to start the day, so you have to be quiet."

She skipped to the syringes, specifically the solution that would make the mare sleep. She drew up a large amount, enough to keep her unconscious for a few hours.

"This might hurt," Pinkie said as she stabbed the needle into the mare's neck.

Next, Pinkie rang the bell. She wanted to be left alone, so she needed The Cakes to know.

"Yeah Pinkie, what's up?" Mr. Cake asked almost immediately after her ringing.

She smiled and said, "I'm gonna be super duper busy, so don't come down here again until I ring the bell again, alrighty!"

"What are you planning?"

"Something super fun. Now go back to baking. Shoo."

He left after trying to ask more questions, but Pinkie kept dodging them or distracting him. He looked very puzzled, but he finally gave up.

After he left, Pinkie unstrapped the mare from the table. Pinkie moved her to the floor and started dragging the mare to her room. She deposited the mare on her mattress, then went to get that accursed chain. She wrapped it around the mare's neck and secured it to the wall, much like The Cakes did to her. Pinkie then sat with the mare before pulling the blanket over them and going to sleep.

Pinkie awoke to something pressing on her neck. She looked down to see the mare holding a knife, which was currently just above her throat. 'I should clean up more often.'

"You said you would let me go!" the mare angrily said.

"And I will, if you need to go to the potty, then you can go!" Pinkie said, "but I have a question for you," she said, with a sadistic smile, "How will you get out if I'm dead?" Pinkie felt the mare's grip slightly falter. Her smile grew even wider.

"I'll find a way, and besides, there's no way Carrot Cake would hurt me. We've been friends since foalhood."

Pinkie cocked her head to the side. The knife pinched her flesh, but she wasn't scared. In fact, she was having a blast! "They foalnapped an innocent little filly, starved her, and conditioned her to where murder is one of her most favorite activities. I don't think you stand a chance."

"You're going to be found out one day, and Celestia will not be merciful. I should just end you now to keep you from hurting other ponies."

"Do it then. You won't."

The mare snarled and started digging the knife into Pinkie's flesh. She gasped in surprise. The mare went faster, then finally stopped.

"Why isn't she bleeding?" Pinkie heard the mare say. Pinkie's head was currently halfway severed. She knew it could be quickly reformed, but she waited. This was becoming interesting. "What's wrong with her? I-I need to get out. I'm going crazy. Everything will make sense if I escape. I can't end up like her."

She tugged at the chain and tried to break it with the knife. But she, of course, failed. Her back hoof hit Pinkie's still limp form. She pushed Pinkie off the mattress before trying again.

"Wow, rude," Pinkie said. She stood up, but let her head stay off-kilter. "How's your escape plan going?"

"What are you?" the mare screamed as she backed into the wall. She was looking around frantically. Her eyes finally settled on the knife still in her hoof, and the mess near the mattress.

The chain's jingle was the only warning Pinkie had to the hysterical mare's incoming attack. With a scream, she dug the knife into Pinkie's right eye. She then grabbed a pencil and stuck it in the other. She then pulled the knife out of Pinkie's ruined eyeball and tried to swing again, but only grazed her shoulder. Pinkie moved away, holding her face.

Her world was dark for a few uneventful seconds. 'Might as well test how weird my body really is now.' She grabbed the pencil still stuck in her left eye, then drew it out. She felt her eyes reform, and her vision returned a few moments later. She held her head in place as her spine regenerated enough to stabilize itself.

The mare wailed as Pinkie stepped forwards. She plucked the glasses off the mare's frightened face. "You lost glasses privileges because you were such a meanie pants." Pinkie chucked them halfway across the room, then yawned, "Alrighty, I'm still tired, so I'm going back to sleep," she put on her most apathetic face, "Don't wake me up."

She almost turned off the light but thought better of it. She wanted the mare to still see. There was no way she was falling asleep in these conditions.

Pinkie settled next to the terrified mare, then went back to her realm of dreams.