Once the kidnapped girls were secured somewhere in Saints territory, Playa and Pinkie returned to the church to see what else Johnny wanted them to do.

Once they arrived, they saw Johnny talking to a woman who was wearing a purple short top under a short purple jacket, black shorts, a baseball cap turned sideways and she was wearing jewelry on her wrists, neck and large, circular earrings that reminded Pinkie a little of her zebra friend, Zecora. The woman resembled the same person in Johnny’s posters so the mare figured that the woman was Aisha.

Johnny and Aisha were having an argument about something. Pinkie and Pinkamena had a feeling, based on the context, that the two of them had some sort of relationship in the past that was strained when Aisha chose fame over Johnny.

Pinkamena took over because she was getting bored with their spat. “Are you two done with your lover’s quarrel? I’d like to get back to the matter of the Vice Kings.”

Aisha scoffed, “He wishes this was that. He just can’t get over me after all this time.”

“Fuck you!” Johnny growled at Aisha.

Pinkamena slammed her hoof on the table with enough force to leave an imprint but not enough to break it even though she could. “Vice Kings! Now!”

“Alright, alright, sheesh,” Johnny said. “Meet Aisha, Saint’s Row’s claim to fame. And tonight we’re gonna kill her.”

Aisha quickly chimed in, “He’s being melodramatic. See, I’m signed with Kingdom Come Records.”

“And it’s no secret that the label is owned by the Vice Kings,” Johnny finished.

“But the real deal is that once you’re in, you can’t get out. They rip you off left and right, and they extort you to stay signed. Johnny said that you two might be willing to help me.”

“Eesh has a recording session in a few minutes. That’s when we make her disappear and give the Vice Kings a nice ‘fuck you’ while we’re at it. I want you two to take Aisha to her session, but on the way stop at the chop shop to have your ride loaded up with some C4. Park the car at the studio and get the hell outta there.” He turned to Aisha, “Make sure someone sees you before you jump out.

Pinkie was unsure about some of the things they were talking about and asked Pinkamena about what they were talking about. The psychotic mare responded, “Basically, we need to take a car to a place to have it illegally modified into a bomb then drive it and Aisha to her recording studio without blowing ourselves up on the way. The plan is to fake Aisha’s death and blow up one of King’s income sources.”

“What?! But what about the innocent people working at the studio?” Pinkie asked.

“We’re not heroes, Pinkie. In many ways, what we’re doing is no different than what the other gangs do. The Saints’ profits are generated from a fair amount of protection money generated from the citizens living in our territory. I’ve been going around murdering people and the Saints find it acceptable. You’re not without some criminal offenses yourself. You assisted with the murder of those gang members at Harrowgate. You evaded the cops which still counts as resisting arrest. You also aided in private prostitution transactions outside of a legally established sex institution by protecting the stripper and client during the service which I’m pretty sure is illegal. All we really did was choose a side in this gang war.”

Pinkie gasped at the revelation then became depressed. Pinkamena could feel the effects of her counterpart’s deepening sadness. “You mean I’m a...a bad pony?”

Pinkamena needed to say something quick before the choking sadness hinders herself as well. She would have to do something she very rarely does: she would have to show kindness. The psychotic mare took a deep breath and let it out before continuing. “No, Pinkie. You’re not a bad pony. You are doing illegal things for the right reasons. You like helping others and making them happy. That’s your thing: making everyone happy. You even try to make me happy even when I don’t deserve it.

“I’m the bad pony, Pinkie. I kill people who get in my way. I don’t do the whole ‘make friends with your enemies’ thing like you and your friends did with Nightmare Moon. If anything, I relate more to the Saints than I do with my own kind, unlike you. Unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me.”

Despite the fact that neither personality could be in the mindscape at the same time as the other since someone needed to control the body, Pinkamena could somehow feel a warm hug from her energetic counterpart. She didn’t question it because if there was one thing she knew about Pinkie, she could do anything she set her mind to, even if she had to bend reality to do so.

“You’re not a bad pony either, Mena. You’re always doing bad things to protect me and the other Saints. It’s not Nightmare Moon evil where an eternal night would lead to withering crops and cause countless ponies to starve to death. There was good in her if you saw what happened with the Elements of Harmony and I know there’s good in you too. And that’s why I don’t think you’re a bad pony.” There was only silence as Playa, Aisha and Pinkamena entered Aisha’s car, with Playa driving. Pinkamena wanted to believe her counterpart, but she was still unsure.

Pinkie put on a hopeful smile, “So, are we friends?”

Pinkamena shook her head, “Not yet. I still have some lingering feelings about being imprisoned in our mind for ten years. Just be there for me and I may change my mind soon enough. In the meantime, I don’t mind if you keep calling me Mena.” Thankfully, that was enough of an explanation to satisfy her counterpart for the time being.

A couple of minutes into the drive, Pinkie had a question, “How did you end up imprisoned in my mind for ten years? I didn’t even know you were there,” Pinkie said.

“I’ll tell that story another time, when I’m ready,” Pinkamena responded before focusing their attention to the outside and realized that they were about to drive a car bomb through the city and Playa was at the wheel.

Aisha was asking Playa questions which were responded with silence, much to her growing frustration. She then asked Pinkamena a question, “So, where did you come from?”

“Take a wild guess,” Pinkamena responded.

“What, you about to tell me you come from a land of magical talking ponies or something?”

“Got it in one,” the madmare smirked.

Playa managed to drive the car into the garage of the nearby chop shop without damaging the car. The mechanic worked fast to install the explosives in the car and warned them that the explosives were unstable and they needed to drive carefully.

As they drove out of the garage, Pinkamena’s Pinkie Sense triggered the sensations that told her someone creepy was watching them. The mare looked around the area and noticed a parked vehicle behind them that was occupied by someone who was mumbling. She tapped Aisha on the shoulder and pointed at the car behind them, “Who’s that?”

Aisha and Playa looked in the direction and Aisha groaned, “Ugh, him again? That guy just won’t leave me alone.”

“I know how to ‘convince’ him,” Pinkamena said. Aisha and Playa looked back at the mare only to realize she had disappeared.

The stalker saw the target of his obsession driving out of a garage in front of him. He mumbled about how Aisha never returned his calls and couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t even show interest in him. He soon figured that if he couldn’t have her attention, nobody would. He turned on his car and prepared to ram the car in front of him and try to kill the guy driving his idol around.

That was when he heard a loud thump on his car’s hood. His front vision was briefly blinded by a shadowy figure that fell onto the road. While he would love to chase and smash Aisha’s car, his sense of curiosity overtook his obsession for the moment as he got out of his car and went to investigate.

Lying in the street was what looked like the unconscious form or corpse of some sort of horse-like creature. It was pink with a dark pink mane and tail with three balloons tattooed to her flank.

He hovered over the mare’s body and continued to look on with curiosity. His head was directly over the body as he knelt down to inspect it to find any markings that would indicate what zoo or lab the creature belonged to.

The stalker’s curiosity turned to horror in an instant as the creature yelled “Surprise!” His reaction was far too slow as he quickly discovered a kitchen knife inside of his head from under his chin and into his brain. His eyes bulged in fear and the realization that he was going to die.

Pinkamena yanked the knife from the man’s head and let him bleed out. Her maniacal smile was the last thing he saw before losing consciousness.

The mare giggled to herself before looking at the readers, “And that is Pinkamena Diane Pie’s secret recipe for Creepypasta. I’d like to thank Mister Creep here for volunteering to be the sauce…” She pointed to the stalker who was gurgling with his last breath while he was bleeding out. “...though I didn't have enough time to make the pasta since I’m on the clock. ”

With that brand of dark humor uttered, the psychotic mare walked back to the car bomb.

The rest of the way to Kingdom Come Records was mostly uneventful. One of the routes to downtown Stillwater was blocked by a fuel truck so Playa had to take the route east of the incident to get to where he was going. Thankfully the traffic was light for the current time of day so he managed to get the car to the studio without causing too much damage to the vehicle.

Aisha went inside the building to announce her presence to the staff there. The desk clerk contacted one of the main members of the Vice Kings to let him know that Aisha had arrived.

Aisha quickly ran out the back of the building just in time before a powerful explosion from outside the building caused it to take severe damage and caused fires to erupt from within. The building was left a smoldering ruin, leaving no survivors.

From a safe distance, Pinkamena and Playa observed the damage and admired the explosion it took to level the towering structure. Pinkamena whistled in awe, “I hope we can do more shit like that in the future.”

The duo hijacked the nearest car they could find and returned to the church. Aisha could find her own way back.

With the studio destroyed, the Vice Kings were forced to abandon Union Square to the Saints.

Author's Note

I had to revise this several times before I was satisfied enough to post this. Hopefully, I got it right.

Fun fact: There was once a guy who survived an iron rod through his skull and brain, Phineas Gage.

Though I doubt that stalker will be as lucky.