Unit 60 decided to pick a cake up for the Organization. It was still even, so why rush? They arrived in a town called: Village. Who name’s their town village? Doesn’t matter. They walked past the sign, actually viewing how large the town is, it’s larger than a village. Yurin decided to try to start the conversation.

“So Cupcakes, why did you choose to work at the organization?”

Simon wanted to ask Yurin the same question, knowing She’ll ask back.

“Why did you decide, Yurin?”

Yurin wanted a job that paid high, but what she ended up with was a job that indeed, pays high, but also keeps you until you die.

“I wanted a job that paid high, but finding out, after reading the application, you now work here.”

That wasn’t much of a surprise, he joined for the same reason. Discovering the same thing. This place is very dark from the beginning, so it's only logical it would continue that way. Why did Cupcakes work there though? Was she also forced, or her own decision?

“Why did you work for the organization Cupcakes?”

Cupcakes forgot why she did, all she remembered was being brought to the organization, she doesn’t remember who and why? All she knows is to work for the facility.

“I really don’t remember, all I remember is...!?”

Simon was ambushed by a shadow figure, it definitely was a killer. Yurin told them it would be an error going down the dark ally. They didn’t listen. Simon was stabbed in the abdomen. It felt like a hot nail. What broke his flesh anyway? He yelled in agony, the killer took pleasure in this and started yanking the knife down the abdomen. Yurin was about to help her friend, but Cupcakes stopped her with a hoof.

“He wants to kill, then he shall receive the same action.”

Yurin was surprised to hear Cupcakes talk, she wasn’t a fake friend at all. Cupcakes grabbed her knife. She rushed the killer, who was kicked off by Simon. He couldn’t get up, his vision became blurry. This is it, he was going to die from a malicious sick killer. The killer heard Cupcakes, he turned around to her, mistakenly misjudging the amount of distance apart. His throat was sliced open, a hoof grabbing the trachea, ripping it out of the lacerated flesh, along with the lungs, which shriveled up as it hit the ground. The killer received a stabbed in his falling body, the blade punctured the heart, causing blood to splatter everywhere, the walls, trash cans, which where Cupcakes put the body in, the respiratory system following the body, the lungs were squashed by the metal lid being slammed on them. Yurin was already with Simon, he was unconscious, did he forget he could heal himself. He can be such an idiot. She opened a packet she grabbed from her bag. Inside was the substance that would wake any unconscious pony up. She put it up to his nostrils, giving him a whiff of the substance, he awoken, from his small slumber.

“If you can use a heal spell, do it.”

Simon’s horn illuminated, it took 10 seconds of concentration, but he pulled it off. He was completely healed, he only wishes his mind could be. Why did that killer attack him, would he attempt the whole unit? Yurin reached into her bag and grabbed absorption napkins. The organization gives them out to all killers who work there. You can’t go back to your homes having blood on you. Make sure you wipe it off. That is what they were told. Cupcakes already used her napkins, she was completely cleansed of blood. Simon got up, making sure to grab the napkins from Yurin. They wiped themselves off, heading out to the other exit of the ally. They looked like they just came out of a shower. Cupcakes followed them. They turned left, walking on the sheriff’s porch, they didn’t forget where the Bakery is. Cupcakes killed that killer like it was no problem. She didn’t even so empathy to him. She also was too excessive with the final attack. She caused blood to go everywhere. Also, that was behind the sheriff’s department. That insane stupid of that killer. Go then nopony heard Simon’s call for help; and Cupcakes killed him so fast, not giving him the chance to call for help.

“How you all doing?”

A sheriff politely greeted. If he would’ve known their crimes, he wouldn’t be greeting them, instead, you’re under arrest! He would definitely have his gun drawn. The group stopped. They replied in a nice manner, which sounded aggressive. The sheriff realizes something was wrong. He questioned the unit.

“What’s seems to be the issue?”

The group knew he didn’t know what just happened, so they weren’t anxious and didn’t show any sign of anxiety. They didn’t look suspicious, but they did look a mess.

“Nothing really... We were just going to the bakery for a cake for a party tonight.”

Was it a celebration or a birthday party? The sheriff was curious. Why did she have a tiny amount of nervousness in her voice?

“Is it somepony’s birthday party or celebration?”

“It’s a celebration, if you may know. Before you ask, it’s not in this area.”

Simon seemed irritated by the prolonging conversation. He wanted to get the cake and continue from there.

“I wasn’t going to ask, but the tone in your voice shows it’s essential to you. Make sure to take care and stay out of trouble.”

“Thanks, sir, you too.”

Simon happily gave the sheriff a farewell. The sheriff waved bye to the group. They were heading to their destination, which is a store full of pastries, (bakery.) Was this town a wild west? Seriously, there are literally ponies rocking in old wooden chairs. They watched us with curiosity, why do they rock around all day?

“So... What cake are we getting? I think vanilla with cherries on top sounds good?”

The group saw another group of three walking to the bakery, they pass each other, deciding to link up.

“So, your unit has been invited too?”

A colt with green eyes and a blue mane and tail said he had a jacket with the organization facility on it. Were they invited because of their loyalty? They all indeed had the same coats. Must’ve been designed at the organization, first floor, room 12. That room didn’t look suspicious at all, the whole bottom floor looked innocent if anypony decided to barge in the organization, mistaking it as a clothing shop, which is usually the case; or a production factory for goods like food or whatever. I wouldn’t consider organs edible, but some killers think otherwise. They are disgustingly sick to the stomach. Who could eat hearts or intestines?

“Yes, we were. Your unit... 30, correct?”

Simon asked politely. The other unit, who was unit 30, walked aside the unit doubled theirs. They were unusually nice. Other killers are normally cold, stoned-hearted. They seemed different. What if the leader is attempting to get rid of the pure killers? Yurin heart raced from the thought.

“I think chocolate would suffice for the party?”

Unit 30 disagreed with unit 60. They didn’t like chocolate, and why are they picking out a cake? Oh... Well... Guess every killer has two choices now.

“If you can stomach it. Go for it. We won’t eat your chocolate cake, yuck!”

That colt is such a Griffon, how dare they insult their cake? The word is manners, use it.

“Do your leader have to be rude like that!”

Yurin swiped a hoof in the air. She was obviously ticked by that colts comment. They got a vanilla plain vanilla cake, with chocolate bars. Thought they hated chocolate? Why are they...!? The unit threw their opened chocolate bars to the ground. Stomping it to pieces. They laughed as they walked out with their vanilla cake.

“That’ll be your cake if you put it near us... Hahaha!”

The colt’s voiced dimmed as he gains more distance from the bakery. Yurin still heard it. She clenched her hoof. She wanted to yell at the colt, but she stayed silent. He’s not worth her time at all, after all, he’s petty as a pebble she stepped on the way over. She saw a tumble wed blew past the bakery’s door. Lucky it didn’t blow in this place or the cakes might lose their textures. She turned around to the cashier, apparently Simon already got the cake. Simon smiled, putting the cake on his back. That unit didn’t bother him or cupcakes it looked like.

“You want some cupcakes, Cupcakes?”

Simon said jokingly, he would buy her some if she wanted.

“Simon, that’s not a really funny pun.”

Simon grabbed a bit, it said pun on it. Yurin sighed, he really can be immature sometimes. He put the bit back in his bag. Cupcakes used to eat cupcakes, but she has no desire to continue to eat those little pastries anymore.

“No thank you, the cake is fine. Thanks for offering Simon. If I did want anything, I would get it myself, after all... I have too many bits anyway.”

It was true. Cupcakes is an outstanding killer in the organization, even the leader is proud she works there. Usually, killers can’t take off from that gloomy gruesome place, but when Cupcakes came in feeling like the victims eating their own flesh. She was either cured instantly by the leader himself or the facility’s nurse. One time even sent back home. Cupcake's took a rest that day. Gathering her stamina. The next day she still had more than specifications. She might look shy and quiet, but give her a reason to kill you and you wish you never did. The unit decided to leave the bakery, ultimately deciding they didn’t want any other pastries; after all, they were getting it for the organization; hopefully, they would appreciate it.

“Make sure to carry that cake with caution, Simon.”

Yurin said with concern, Simon looked like he was struggling with the weight of the cake on his back. Why did he have to get the largest chocolate cake in the bakery? Dust breezed, making Simon close his eyes, he made sure to keep the cake absolutely balanced, if he dropped it, Yurin would definitely scold him with words. They were having their way through the old dusty town. Is this where they should’ve got the cake? The tumbleweed blew at Yurin, she spotted it and backed hoof it away.

“This town is old, dusty, and annoying altogether!”

“I think we should’ve gone to our town.”

“I agree Cupcakes, this town is...!”

Simon stopped, he needed to recover his stamina, that cake was heavy. He’s never picking this type of cake or size again; seriously, the cake was as big as his back. Cupcake's continued to walk to the destination, passing Simon and taking the cake off his back with a single hoof. She placed it on her back, turning to her friends, she smiled.

“Come on, Simon isn’t carrying the cake anymore, I am.”

Yurin and Simon took a breather. How did Cupcake's lift that cake with a single hoof? The bakery had 2 ponies bring it out, they both carried the cake on each other’s backs. Even if she had the strength, how did she keep an accurate balance on the giant pastry? They ran to accompany Their silent friend.

“Hey Cupcakes, how did you take the cake off my back? I know why you did it, so don’t put me down.”

Simon laughed. Cupcakes carried on walking, increasing her speed, the cake not moving as it was strapped down. It had a plastic cover around it. So it was okay to strap it to herself. Yurin and Simon Ran after Cupcake's, Why is she going so fast? How is she going so fast? They caught up with Cupcakes as they all pass the welcome sign to that filthy old town.

“Why are you running Cupcakes?”

Yurin asked the question in Simon’s head. It’s tiring to run to the organization from here. If Cupcakes can do it with a large-heavy cake on her back and still keep the balance? Then they must run to not be left behind.

“Were get there faster if we run, we drop the cake off and recuperate there.”

Simon agreed as well as Yurin, they wanted to get the cake there and have it already marked by the party organizer. They would have to tell him/her to keep it away from rude unit 30; as they would demolish it; in fact just keep all chocolate cakes away from theirs. Unit 60 headed to the organization, making sure not to get distracted and fall over any obstacles. They made their swift path to the organization.

Author's Note

I don't think pure and killer go in the same sentence.