Hellvile

Laying on her bed staring at the ceiling of her room in the second floor of the sugarcube corner, Pinkamena Diane Pie or Pinkie Pie, was thinking about how empty her life is now. She was still the element of laughter and good humor, however, in that moment, she was feeling quite the opposite from that.

Her mane, usually resembling cotton candy, was now smooth and a much less vivid pink, as was her coat.

She just couldn't understand it. For the past few months, it seemed that not only the other five elements of harmony, but every single one of her friends in the whole ponyvile, had stopped caring about her.

Yeah, that seemed kind of self-centered of her part, and she was aware of that, but in her immature mind, it didn't seem fair at all!, After all she did for her "friends", they turned their backs for her just like that.

Also, it’s worth mentioning that everyone in ponyville seemed to have their "special pony" and they were all talking about how their partner was kind, nice, loving and blah blah blah.

But, no pony expressed the slightest bit of love, or at least carying for the pink pony. The same lil’ pony that made the entire little town of ponyville smile months ago.

Having all these thoughts in her head, Pinkie had another crying episode. fuck! It was the sixth time earlier this week, but this time it was for real!

Being tired of everything and everyone, the young pink pony delicately got up from her bed and went to the mirror in her room, and, by Celestia, her reflection showed an actual rag, the definition of a true defeat was there, right in front of her.

Below the mirror, there was a piece of furniture with some drawers; she opened one of the drawers and inside, there was a bottle of antidepressant pills that, if taken in excess, could cause the death of any pony in a few minutes, and there was also a small red notebook next to it.

Pinkie stared at the bottle for a few seconds and took it, so this would be it! After long years making many ponies happy, Pinkie pie, the element of good humor and laughter, ironically, would die in this dark and depressing room after a depressive episode.

The pink pony took some of the pills from the gray bottle, but there was something in that notebook left over in the drawer that was catching her attention.

"- well that can wait"

She thought to herself, putting the pills back into the bottle and leaving it on the table.

With her eyes fixed on that notebook, she picked it up in her hooves and looked at its cover for a few seconds, in an attempt to remember what was written in it.

After a few seconds, she finally decided to open it, and to her surprise, it was just a list of ponies that she had already made happy in some ways, so many ponies…so many smiles…but, in the end, they all turned back to her.

Moments later, fresh tears fell from her eyes onto the white pages of the notebook, but this time, they weren't tears of sadness but of anger, or rather, tears of fury. She had realized that it wasn't fair she should suffer for something that other people did to her.

While reading the list again, an idea crossed her mind. it was brilliant, it was so brilliant and also…diabolical.

As they were the source of all of her pain, they should pay, by receiving double the amount of pain she has gone through...no, triple, no, better yet! They all should pay with their LIVES!

Every single one of these damn traitors would agonize for everything they’ve done. Now, Pinkie's innocent list of ponies that she had cheered up in the past, became a list of who Pinkie would take revenge on.

So, it was settled, everyone on the list is going to pay, and she will do it in chronological order until the very last pony.

"- Let's see who will be the first"

Whispered the pony looking for the first name

Coat white as snow, and pure as a diamond, she would be her first victim, Pinkie then closed her notebook and went to the bathroom, which was next to her small bedroom. Now looking better, she thought that her new client lisa has given a better touch to her appearance, then a mischievous smile appears on her face

some hours passes, and It was past midnight, the young and insane pink pony was getting ready for her first move. Her bedroom was empty, with nothing but her bed and a bag over it. Suddenly, the silence in that room was interrupted when Pinkie entered her room, holding a knife in her mouth. Then, she places the knife inside of the bag and puts the bag on her back. While leaving, slowly trotting towards the door of her bedroom, she stops for a moment, still unsure if she should really go on with this, but, with a sigh, closes her bedroom door and goes downstairs to the sugarcube corner exit.

The little pink pony trotted through the empty streets of ponyville, towards Rarity's boutique. She would probably be asleep at this time, so it shouldn't be difficult to get into the place, as almost no one leaves the doors locked in ponyville, after all, we are talking about ponyville, it's not like there were a lot of bad guys and thieves out there.

Pinkamena slowly climbed the stairs to Rarity's room, and when she opened the door, there she was, sleeping still...

She took a few steps inside, then droping her bag on the floor, grabbed her knife out of the bag with her mouth and started trotting over to Rarity's bed.

Once next to her, she stared at her for a few seconds, her mind still confused, wondering if she should go through with this. Suddenly, Rarity rolled over on the bed, but she was still asleep. Right now, Pinkie had already made up her mind, this needed to be done. She lifted her knife with her hoof, which was shaking with such tension, she knew wich that shaking would also affect a little on her strength. Pinkie rested her hoof on the bed for a moment, then she closed her eyes and after letting out a sigh, took the first stab.

The first stab didn't had killed Rarity at first, it only woke her up making she scream loudly due to the sudden pain. Afterwards, Pinkie grabbed a pillow that was left over next to her friend, who was writhing in pain, and pressed it against her face, hoping to prevent her from getting someone's attention.

Rarity looked at her attacker, with confusion and fear, but she couldn't speak. Pinkie's tension was increasing with every second, when she first thought it would all be quick and easy.

So, at the height of despair, she closes her eyes and stabs Rarity several times in a row. When she opened them again, her ex-friend was agonizing, making weird sounds like she was drowning with her own blood, the pink pony’s eyes filled with tears and her body was now covered in Rarity’s blood.

After the tension eased, Pinkie backed away a bit, still staring at her ex-friend. She looked at her bloodstained hooves in disbelief that she was able to do such a thing, but, at the same time, she felt satisfied with what she had just done. Anyway, it was already done, there was no going back, so she quickly put her knife back in her bag and left the boutique in a hurry.

The next morning almost all of ponyville was in front of the boutique, Sweetie Belle was in a corner in the crowd, her stomach churning at the fact that her sister was dead , she just couldn't believe it! The murmurs only increased as the royal guards came out of the boutique with Rarity's body on a stretcher, only to put her in a funeral carriage. Pinkie appeared discreetly among the crowd, she wanted to see how the scene of the crime committed by herself was and also to check out how things were unfolding, after all, no one would ever suspect that she was the murderer.

Inside the boutique was Celestia along with Twilight, both were staring with a shocking and disgusted expression at the bloodstained bed, some tears welled in their eyes, but they held them back, now it was not the time to cry.

But of all Rarity's friends, the one who suffered the most was Spike, the little dragon has not left his room in the castle since he received the tragic news.

Pinkie felt a little guilty about this, she didn't hold any grudges against the little dragon. In fact, for quite some time now, she felt a certain resentment that Twilight and Rarity were always using his good heart to exploit him willingly, but now that she had killed his only love in cold blood, she felt guilty about it.

Later in her bedroom, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the knife she used to murder her former friend, still thinking about how she had hurt Spike's little heart, even if it was indirectly.

But suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.

• Maybe...... I could take Rarity's place"

She thinks to herself.

To be continued.....