Tragic Times

He tried to fight the darkness as best as he could, but his strength was slowly melting away. He was sure that he was as good as dead, when he heard a familiar voice speaking to him.

"T-Trixie? Is that you?" He turned around slowly. What he saw in front of him shocked his every scale. In front of him was a disheveled pony with tear's streaming down her face.

"Spike, I'm so sorry Spike. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to be friends." And with that she disappeared.

"Wait! Trixie!" He screamed. Even though she had hurt him, he didn't want to be left alone in this dark place.

I give up. What use is there fighting if there's nothing worth fighting for?

His eyes snapped open. He swore he heard Pinkie's party music. But that can't be. How can she be here? As slowly approached the party music he recognized it. It was Pinkie's party music, but it sounded slower than it usually was. It also seemed to drain the happiness right out of him. When he saw the Pink party mare he couldn't help buy smile. As he got closer to her, he noticed that she looked different thatn usual.

"Pinkie? A-Are you alright?" Spike asked slowing down a bit.

All of the music seemed to stop playing and Pinkie just turned around and looked at him with an evil grin. Her hair was flattened, so that kind of scared him. Last time it was that flat was when Discord attacked Ponyville.

"My name isn't Pinkie anymore. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie." She slowly grinned even more.

By that time Spike knew that this wasn't the normal Pinkie. He was afraid to ask but he knew he had to. He had to do it for the sake of Twilight and the other's.

"What are you?"

"What am I? What am I?! I am simply 'Pinkie's alternate reality self'"She smiled happily to herself waving a bloody butcher knife around.

Spike just froze in his tracks. He hadn't noticed the bloody knife before. He also didn't notice her bloody apron before, or the fact that there were multiple dead pony's around her. Some just barely alive. He couldn't contain a gasp when he saw the lifeless body of Rainbow dash behind her on the 'operating table'.

"H-How could this have happened? Where is the fun and happy earth pony that I used to know?"

"Oh, that thing? Well the fun and loveable earth pony is now a murderous and psychotic killer. Who bakes her victims into her cupcakes, and sells them to other pony's." She started to cackle. Once she started she never stopped. Spike couldn't take it anymore. He fell to the ground covering his ears in pain.

"S-Stop it! Make it go away!" He kept repeating over and over again. The laughter never stopped.

Huh? Must have blacked out.

He slowly open his eyes to reveal the Carousel Boutique. But instead if it's normal glory. It looked considerably different. The window's were boarded up. The door was boarded shut, and even the cat door was nailed shut.

This can't be good He thought to himself as he started making his way towards the door. Strangely enough the door was open despite all the boards preventing it from opening. He knocked.

Knock,Knock,Knock

He didn't understand why he knocked but it just felt right. He could just barely make out the faint sound of rapid breathing coming from the bathroom. Shortly after it was followed by some rather loud sobbing. He couldn't tell who was making what noise, but he had a hunch that Rarity and Sweetie Belle were behind this door. He didn't bother knocking this time. He just opened the door and nearly fainted from what he was seeing.

Sweetie Belle was hanging by a rope upside down over the bathtub. While Rarity gutted her little sister multiple times muttering something about an order she has to finish. He saw the look on Sweetie Belle's face. What shocked him was that she seemed to be enjoying being gutted repeatedly. The bathtub had already overflowed and guts and other organs, along with fluids, were pouring out into the hallway. Spike couldn't hold it in any longer. He got sick right there and nearly hit Rarity with his spew.

It seems Rarity had noticed he was in the bathroom and slowly turned around, revealing the gutting instrument to be a sharpened pair of scissors.

"Look who decided to drop in Sweetie. Isn't that nice?" Rarity said with a hoarse voice that shook him to the bone.

"Rarity, what are you doing to Sweetie Belle?"He asked, scared of what the answer might be.

"Well, isn't it obvious? She said she was too fat. So, she asked me to help her lose some weight, and being the great sister I am, I told her I would do whatever it takes to help her."She said a wide grin forming, revealing blackened and crooked teeth.

"Why would she want to lose weight? She looks fine the way she is."

Why am I acting so calm in a situation like this? Is the darkness, or whatever it is, finally getting to me?

"Oh, but there is one for all of this dragon boy."Seetie said almost seductively. Which suprised him a bit.

"W-What, is that reason? If I may ask."

"The reason is because I like you Spike. I like everything about you. Your scales, your muscles, and your eyes." Sweetie said slightly drooling.

Is this what Sweetie actually thinks of me? He thought to himself.

Without realizing it something had crawled out of the gore filled bathtub and was making it's way towards him. When he saw what was happening he quickly turned towards the doorway to escape only to find five more bloodied figures surrounding him. He was filled with fear, and dread once again. Everything went black.