When puzzle shield regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that a taut leather strap held it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest and limbs glued her to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide apart. Puzzle shield's wings were the only part of her not tied down, and they fluttered frantically while she struggled to escape and her horn, is also trapped by a strap if she tried to escape. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped suddenly into her line of sight.

"Goodie, you're awake. Now we can get started," Pinkie stated gleefully. She bounded into the darkness, and quickly reappeared pushing a small cart covered with a cloth.

"Pinkie, what's going on? I can't move! Nor teleport myself out!" Puzzle shield said urgently.

"Well duh, that's because you're tied down," chided Pinkie. "That's why you can't move. I didn't think you'd need to be told that."

"But why? What's happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes."

"You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more."

"Special ingredient?" Puzzle shield was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. "What special ingredient?"

Pinkie giggled and responded "You, silly!"

Puzzle shield's eyes widened and her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh and said, in a voice bordering on hysteria, "Woo, you really got me there, Pinkie pie. I mean, tricking me in to thinking I'm gonna get made into a cupcake and making a quip about it? I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you're the best."

Pinkie only giggled even more. "Aw, thanks puzzle shield. But I haven't done any pranks today, so I can't accept your praise."

Puzzle shield was struggling again. "Pinkie, come on, this isn't funny."

(Puzzle shield (in mind): wait. I know this before. That's the same thing she does to rd. But I think I'm next.)

"Then why were you laughing?" Before puzzle shield could answer, Pinkie grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. On the cart was a tray containing various sharp medical tools and knives, carefully organized and wickedly sharp, as well as a large medical bag.

Puzzle shield was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind raced as she tried to reason with the pink pony. "You can't do this Pinkie! I'm your friend!"

"I know you are and that's why I'm so happy that I've got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me." Pinkie was skipping again.

"But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the people from special strike formed up, they'll come looking for me and then you'll get found out that your the victim and the criminal of all this," puzzle shield cried in desperation.
"Oh, shield," said Pinkie. "Don't worry, there are plenty of alicorn ponies to take care of a few animatronics. And besides, no will find out. I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this?" And with that ominous statement, the lights suddenly came to life and revealed the rest the room.

"Oh no. This... Is not good. Not good at all." Puzzle shield reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Pinkie Pie flair. Colorful streamers of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of all sizes were attached to the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium were tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved flesh of past ponies. Dash cringed upon seeing the center piece of the table nearest to her. The heads of four foals, their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, were wearing party hats made from their own skin. With a thrill of terror, Dash recognized one of them as Apple Bloom's classmate Twist. And rainbow dash 's body is sewed back together since the last time dash encounters pinkie as the serial killer. Puzzle shield's eyes darted back and forth and then fell upon a patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several tanned pony hides, the words "Life is a party" were scrawled on it in blood red.

Puzzle shield's attention was brought back by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She gaped at Pinkie Pie, who was standing right in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from dried skin, emblazoned with cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all of different colors. As the earth pony skipped in excitement, her necklace of severed unicorn horns clacked together loudly.

"Like my new dress?" Pinkie asked. "I made it myself."

Desperately, puzzle shield pleaded with the smiling pony before her. "Pinkie please, I'm sorry if I did anything to you. I didn't mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anybody."

"Oh shield, you didn't do anything. It's just that your number came up and, well, I don't make rules. We can't turn back now."

Puzzle shield was tearing up. How could this be happening?

"Aww, don't be sad shield," said Pinkie. "Look, this'll cheer you up. I brought you a friend."

Seemingly out of nowhere, Pinkie produced a brightly painted blue and yellow skull. It was about pony sized, but it had a very defining feature: a Vader helmet of my brother. Nick.

Puzzle shield gaped in shock. "Is…is that….is…that?"

"Hey, shield lets hang together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs," Pinkie mimicked. "I caught him right before he left town. Remember when I left the party for about twenty minutes? That wasn't enough time to play with him of course; I had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was worth it for the flavor alone. Sith lords kills like two jedi's at once, it's amazing. I know he didn't have a number like everyone else in Ponyville, but when was I gonna get another chance to try Sith Lord as you brother? I probably should have asked where he came from so I could have gotten more, but I forgot. I'll tell you what though, he was quite the fighter. he lasted a long time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got the chance to play with somebody other than a pony and try new things. It's too bad he had such a meanie mouth. he said so much bad stuff I just had to take his and tongue and helmet out. You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, puzzle shield."

Puzzle shield didn't have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed in her tight bonds.

"Well" said Pinkie with an air of finality, "that's enough of that. It's time to start the fun."

Putting down Nick's Vader helmet, the pink pony gripped a scalpel in the cleft of her hoof and walked over to puzzle shield's right flank. Without any flair, Pinkie placed the blade an inch above puzzle shield's cutie mark and began a circular cut around it. Puzzle shield shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed a curved skinning knife from the tray. Screwing up her face in concentration, she worked it under puzzle shield's skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Puzzle shield ground her teeth as she tearfully watched her flesh peel off. Pinkie then moved to the other side and repeated the process on puzzle shield's left flank. Once she had finished, Pinkie held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them like pompoms. Puzzle shield just whimpered. Her thighs burned like nothing she had felt before.

Placing the ragged patches of skin down, Pinkie selected a large butcher knife and walked behind the blue autistic alicorn. "Hope you don't mind, I think I'm gonna wing it now," Pinkie laughed. She grabbed puzzle shield's left wing in her mouth and played with it for a few seconds, yanking it back so the sharp pain reignited the fire in puzzle shield's flanks. Then, stretching the wing out, Pinkie brought the blade down hard at the base. Instantly, puzzle shield screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinkie's aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed, and carved a huge slice into puzzle shield's back.

"Shield, you gotta stay still or I'll keep missing," scolded Pinkie as her friend howled.

Pinkie took another whack and hit her target. She swung again and again. Blood sprayed into the air, but Pinkie realized she wasn't getting anywhere. The blade just wasn't going through the bone.

"Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I'll try something else," stated Pinkie matter-of-factly as she tossed the knife over her shoulder, embedding the blade in the table. Through the haze of pain and tears, puzzle shield heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.

"Got it! Say shield, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn't hack; hacking is what I was doing with the knife. This is a saw. I don't get it."

Pinkie placed the tool over the mangled flesh of the last attempt. Standing on her hind legs, she worked the saw back and forth with her front hooves. It sliced effortlessly through the bone and skin. The feeling of the jagged teeth grinding into her made puzzle shield want to vomit. She watched numbly as her wing flew over her head and landed with a fluff on the table. Pinkie moved to the next wing and started sawing. Puzzle shield didn't struggle this time; she'd given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams of agony. Abruptly, the sawing paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing hanging off by a sliver.

"Hey shield," Pinkie piped up. "Think fast!"

Suddenly, Pinkie yanked the wing as hard as she could. The bone snapped but the blue autistic alicorn skin held, then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down puzzle shield's back to her rump. Her body seized at the unexpected trauma. As her pelvis tensed up, puzzle shield felt a warm release between her legs, and her loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.

• A few moments later -

Puzzle shield awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked nostrils. As her vision swam into focus, she saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing a large adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves,

the frustrated Pinkie lashed out at her helpless victim.

"Didn't anybody teach you any manners? It's very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would you like it if I came over to your house and went to sleep? 'Oh I'm sorry shield, you're so boring I think I'll take a nap.' You think I like always doing this by myself? I told you how excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have a friend be here with me while I worked. But NOOOOO! You've got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought you were tough. I thought you could handle anything. I've had foals stand up better than you! Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to remember

you, as a baby?"

(Puzzle shield 's flashback: in cape coral, Florida. My father, and alex (before he dies when I left) calls me a baby. Plenty of times)

As Pinkie stopped to catch her breath, puzzle shield blinked and sobbed softly. Her back was in agony, her sides were on fire, and there was an intense pain in one of her legs. As she blinked again, she saw Pinkie pop something red into her mouth and began to chew. Noticing puzzle shield's stare, Pinkie quickly gulped the morsel down.

"What?" Pinkie asked. "Oh, this?" She held up another piece. "Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg; you're not bad. Wanna try some?"

Without waiting for a response, Pinkie shoved the strip of meat into the revolted autistic alicorn's mouth. Puzzle shield gagged, and immediately spit it out. Pinkie frowned, and picked up the chunk of flesh. "If you didn't want it, you could have said no." She contemplated the discarded snotty morsel, then gulped it up. "It's not like you haven't had my cupcakes before."
Swallowing, Pinkie turned her attention to a small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top of the coals were several large nails. As the adrenalin filled her veins, puzzle shield began to panic again. Picking up the can, Pinkie walked over to puzzle shield's left. Holding some tongs with her mouth, Pinkie carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the seam between her victim's front left leg and hoof. She then grabbed a hammer and took careful aim.

"No Pinkie, please!" Puzzle shield screamed. "NO! NO!"

The hammer came down and the nail punctured puzzle shield's skin. The white hot burning was too much. Puzzle shield screamed as she pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing her raw skin to rub and tear. Pinkie tried to line up another nail, but couldn't find her aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When Pinkie brought the hammer back to take a wild swing, puzzle shield burst out crying and begging.

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!"

Author's Note

Well,...

That's one time i've been killed by an serial killer.

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