The Cakes' Special Treats

It had been a few days since the Cakes had tied up Pinkie, and she hadn’t talked to them since then. She didn't see a reason to talk. They both tried to get her to speak, but she didn't care.

Cupcake said they took everything away to keep her safe. She knew that wasn't the reason. It was to keep themselves safe from the homicidal filly they'd created. That was alright. She was used to being bored, both in her home and in her prison. Her family barely had anything at the rock farm, just her sisters and her imagination.

She spent a lot of time asleep, so she could hang out with her sisters the only way she could.

"Come on, Maud! Let's gooooooooooooo!"

Maud shook her head, but she still smiled. "You can scout ahead and I'll stay back in case anypony tries anything."

Pinkie held her slingshot and saluted. "Nice to know you, Maud. I’ll see you in another life."

She snuck to the other cave, looking for her remaining sisters. Pinkie made sure to load her slingshot as she crept to the treasure. She grabbed the chunk of gold, then snuck back. Maud was lying on the ground while doing her best impression of a corpse. Inkie and Blinkie poised to strike. Pinkie held the gold to her chest and ran around them. She barely put the gold in her team's crate and snapped it shut before being pelted with sticks and rocks.

"Hah, I win."

The Cakes woke her up anytime they saw she was asleep, and interrupted her dreams for something dumb, like food, or double-checking if she was alive.

Though, the thing she hated was Cupcake trying to bribe her. "Here you go Pinkie," Cupcake said as she handed a plate of baked cookies to the still quiet filly, "I am sorry we trapped you down here. I didn't want you to die. I thought you would have fun after you learned to enjoy it."

Pinkie stared at the floor and scowled.

"You know, Carrot wanted to kill you. He said you would die here anyway, but I wanted you alive. I was going to do faster, more direct methods of making you accept it here, but again, Carrot said no. He's sweet like that."

Each sentence Mrs. Cake said with no response made her more and more upset. She said in a passive-aggressive voice, "You know the least you could do after getting a cookie is say thank you."

Pinkie looked at the untouched cookies still sitting on the plate. She pushed them back to Cupcake. All hostility fell from her face. "I'm sorry, Pinkie, but you need to cool down a bit before we let you go again. You might hurt yourself or do something you'll regret. I'll see you later. I hope you feel better soon."

Carrot Cake didn't stay when he visited. He came, gave Pinkie her food, asked if she was okay, and when no response came, he left. He always stood further away than Pinkie could normally reach, and was constantly fidgeting.

"At least he's not hiding the fact he fears me," Pinkie said once she was alone.

She acted completely broken and apathetic when the Cakes were around, but in reality, she felt fine, pretty annoyed, but fine. She knew she was playing a dangerous game by having those playdates and scaring the Cakes. It was worth it. They'd finally opened up after months of nothing.

"This sounds terrible, but another reason I wanted to keep you is that I eventually want foals," Cupcake said after the second day. She sat next to Pinkie. The filly wore a permanent frown and hadn't moved a muscle since Cupcake came down.

"I wanted to figure out how a filly would react to something like this. You got used to it pretty quickly, which is nice. Your... enthusiasm is less nice."

Pinkie almost broke character, but just stifled the laughter that wanted so badly to escape. 'I'm their guinea pig, and I failed to meet their expectations. No wonder they're scared. They don't want their kids to end up the same way. Well, news flash, no foal will end up okay in a situation like this. I wonder how my sisters would have reacted. They probably would be dead by now. '

"Of course, they'd have a better support system than you did since they will be at home with their family, and it wouldn't be too big of a shock that they live with murderers."

'I should ask Mr. Cake about how he reacted to his girlfriend being a killer. It's gotta be a lot like my story.'

"I hope they will be okay. I feel awful for how much this hurts you."

'Are you trying to provoke me? To get me to escape and stab you in your face?'

Cupcake left soon after, but not before apologizing many more times. That gave Pinkie plenty of alone time. It was five, presumably five in the morning, since they were getting their baking done for the day. That meant she had at least twelve hours until they came back down.

She stood up and stretched, popping her back. Pinkie pulled on the chain until she felt her skin split and the chain dig further in. It took less than a minute for her head to fall off and for Pinkie to escape.

She skipped to the weapon-filled closet. She grabbed a hoof-full of pins and sewing needles and went back to the mattress, then jabbed them in around the edges.

"Hmm..."

Pinkie looked around the room. She found a scalpel and stuck it in the toilet tank. That wasn't enough. She wanted more, in case anything happened and she needed to protect herself, or escape. Pinkie grabbed a large knife, then went back to her room.

Now she needed to figure out how to secure herself back up. She couldn't unhook the chain and loop it around that way. Pinkie didn't know where the key was, and she wouldn't be able to put it back once she trapped herself. She needed to find a way before they came back down.

"I could decapitate myself again, but that's gonna be hard with only my hooves."

She grabbed the chain's loop and put it on her head.

"Could I turn myself into jelly without hurting myself?" she said as she looked at her hoof. The first step in figuring that out would be to feel what her body does when that happens. She punched the wall and felt as her hoof squished against it. It felt almost like when she used magic, but it crushed herself instead of a rock.

'Papa said that not giving your magic an outlet is dangerous, and it might hurt yourself. I can't exactly get hurt now, though.'

She grinned and did just that. It was something Pinkie'd never done before. She sent a large amount of magic from her center to her hoof and just let it sit. It wanted to get out or go back to the rest of her body, but she didn't let it. Her hoof became pliable, she tapped the chain it left with an indent. It felt different from using her magic normally. It felt infinite, which made sense since it was being recycled back into her.

When Pinkie felt she understood it enough, she tried with her head. It slipped through the chain's loop easily. Her face felt extremely disfigured, but once she let the magic cycle normally, it went back to normal.

She still had a random knife that she had to find a hiding place for. But she had time.

Not enough time.

Pinkie wasn't particularly focused on finding a hiding spot for the large knife. She instead tried to complete her forever incomplete puzzle. Carrot Cake came down unexpectedly, just 3 hours after they left. She looked for a place to put the blade, but panicked and shoved it into her mane. It disappeared as if it had never existed.

"I'm just here for a screwdriver," he said, "You feeling alright? You look confused."

Pinkie went back to her act of looking apathetic and depressed. She didn't answer. Mr. Cake got the screwdriver and left, not even saying goodbye. She perked up immediately after the door closed.

"My mane ate a knife?" she said to herself, rifling through it. As soon as she put thought into her actions, she felt the handle. It pulled out no worse for wear. Her hair was fine too. She stuck it back in with explicit intent not to hide it, and it went through her mane like normal. Her hair completely covered the knife. When she willed her mane to eat it, and it did, the entire knife went... somewhere.

"Huh."

She experimented with her mane for a few more hours until Cupcake came down to feed her.

"You ate all your cookies?"

Pinkie didn't answer, but if she did, it wouldn't make any sense. She couldn't just say, 'They're in my mane, but you'll never find them because I'm magic.' She absolutely could say that she realized, it wouldn't be much weirder than what she normally says.

"You didn't touch them for days. What changed?"

'I still haven't eaten them. I shoved them in my mane's pocket dimension.'

"I'll get you some more tomorrow. Here's your food."

She ate. She thought about starving herself at first to make the Cakes even more worried for her safety and their own, but she decided against it. Pinkie needed to be as strong as possible if anything happened. So she ate. It was just a mix of veggies, nothing too fancy, and no meat. They hadn't given her meat since they had chained her up. Veggies were so bland. Afterward, she downed the glass of milk, also given to her.

She felt woozy right after, 'They drugged me... maybe they'll lock me up somewhere else, and no pony will ever see me again. Hopefully, I'll wake up in Tartarus.' she thought before falling asleep.