The Cakes' Special Treats

Pinkie stared at the brand new clock or hours, waiting for the Mare on the Moon to whisk her away to her dreams. Where she could be happy and see her family, but they never came. Instead, when she finally fell asleep, she dreamed of Frame. He was served on a tray, an adult Pinkie was preparing the rest of the feast. She was usually a lucid dreamer, but this time she was merely an outsider looking in. She watched as Not Pinkie sat down, pulled out a knife, and began carving into him, not caring for the blood spilling everywhere. A feminine scream erupted from his body, Not Pinkie smiled and ignored it. Once she finished carving, she opened her mouth and took a bite…

Pinkie slowly opened her eyes, glad the nightmare was over. She looked at the clock but stopped as she saw the outline of an unconscious mare strapped to Frame’s table.

’I guess the screams were real.’

The mare shifted on the table, “Hey little bitch, what am I doing here?”

’Little bit… Papa would have gotten me in so much trouble if I said that. I wonder how she will die. I hope it is quick. I don’t want to hear her screams.' Pinkie thought, completely calm, ’Oh! Could she tell me more about Carnival and Wild Berry?’

“Hello, I’m Pinkie Pie. You are going to be killed soon by the owners of Sugarcube Corner. Can you tell me about them so we have a greater chance of esca-” the mare was laughing, “I’m serious you are going to die, then they will harvest your meat and cook you.”

“Yeah right, Carrot and Cupcake are my friends. They would never fucking hurt me.”

Pinkie sighed. She wanted to save her, but she also knew doing so would be useless. “What’s your name, my name is Pinkie Pie. I already told you that but I’m not sure if you heard.”

“I’m not talking to you until you let me down.”

“I would love to, but I can’t. I’m chained to the wall. You can see me, right? My light is on. I can’t move longer than a certain range,” she got up and moved as far as she could without choking herself, “At least talk to me. I haven’t seen anypony except for my captors for weeks. You said their names are Carrot and Cupcake?” The mare continued to ignore Pinkie’s futile attempts at conversation. Pinkie kept trying to talk to her, not wanting the mare to die angry or scared.

The basement door opened and Wild Berry and Carn- Carrot and Cupcake walked down. They turned on the basement lights, which caused Pinkie to recoil and cover her eyes. After so long of being in the dark, a fully lit room was almost blinding.

“A little warning, I haven’t seen light in ages. You could have at least told me to close my eyes,” Pinkie said, sitting up with her sheet over her head.

“Pinkie, you look like a little ghost. Did you talk to Sunday?” Cupcake said, referring to the mare. Pinkie kept the sheet on her head, but slowly opened her eyes. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she took off her sheet. All the while the mare, Sunday apparently, was crying, cursing, and apologizing to everyone.

“Cupcake, Carrot Cake. I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry. If you let me go, I’ll help around the bakery and I won’t tell anyone about Pinkie.”

The basement looked messier than when Pinkie first went in, with some paper airplanes still strewn about, but nothing else had changed. Cup and Carrot were gathering tools to harvest Sunday while she was struggling against her bindings. She looked over at Pinkie and cried. “Pinkie Pie, I’m sorry for not believing you. I’m sorry I decided not to be your friend, but please tell them not to kill me.” Pinkie also started crying, but she turned around and wrote in her notebook. “Pinkie, help me! I’m sorry. I’ll be your friend, you and I can escape and be friends forever…”

Sunday died, crying for Pinkie to save her. Once her screams stopped, Pinkie turned around to watch the harvest. Sunday’s lifeless body was taken off the table, gutted, and dressed. Pinkie watched until her tears dried up, then she merely ignored the gore and drew in her notebook.

’She listened to me; I got to talk to somepony; I made a new friend. I got to see lots of light and talk to somepony! Sunday died, but she became my friend first, that was great. I hope I’ll make more friends soon.’

Cupcake interrupted her thoughts by holding out a bloody slab of meat. “Pinkie, I want you to try this.” the filly barely looked at it before refusing.

“No, I’ve hardly eaten cooked meat, I know you want me to get used to it, but no thank…” Cupcake had already walked away. She whispered something to Carrot, then moved to Sunday. They worked in silence, ignoring Pinkie’s attempts at conversation. Pinkie panicked. They were ignoring her. For how long? It was because she hadn’t eaten the raw meat. She didn't want to, but she didn't want to be left alone. Not again.

They finished and started walking up the stairs. Pinkie, in a last-ditch effort, yelled, "I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you want just please don't leave me alone!"

They closed the door and left her in silence.

The Cakes wouldn’t talk to her for the next three days. Pinkie would try to start a conversation, but only the void answered. She tried to appease the Cakes by eating the offered cooked meat and being as good of a filly as she could, but nothing worked. This was the first time that she had enough to eat without feeling sick, but she only cared about her growing desperation for communication.

One night, they opened the door with a stallion dragging behind them. Pinkie screamed and begged for someone to save her, but she didn't actually care for rescue, she just hoped they would laugh at her, or chastise her, or anything. He was strapped down and killed before he ever woke up. Carrot cut out a sizeable chunk of meat and walked to the pink filly, "Come on Pinkie, if you eat it we can go back to being friends."

Pinkie ate it immediately. She hardly noticed the delicious taste that assaulted her mouth, tastier than anything else she had ever tried, but all her focus was on the ponies she perceived as friends.

"Are we friends again? I ate it, and it was absolutely delicious. I loved it. Can we be friends again?" she asked, looking between the Cakes.

"Yeah Pinkie, we're friends."