Why Are You Watching?

by Xrevias

Rating: mature
Tags: Suicide / Self Harm, Horror, Pinkie Pie, Death, Zecora, Twilight Sparkle, Main 6, Drama, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4954

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Cover Art Source

Published 2022-12-28 16:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-01-21 13:50:37 UTC

Someone's Here

Author's Note

Wrote this for halloween but never got to post it, ehehe. :twilightsheepish:

Someone's Here

Everyone in Ponyville—if not the entirety of Equestria—knew of the pony Pinkie Pie. Close friend of Princess Twilight Sparkle, one of the pillars of friendship, and a holder of an Element of Harmony. The only thing that remained an enigma to most was her strange ability.

The Pinkie Sense.

Pinkie Pie skipped through Ponyville, carrying a basket of sweets in her mouth. Each step in a steady rhythm, a smile plastered on her face—something bright to see in the evening. She was greeted by the ponies she passed by. Pinkie responded by smiling even more.

Before anypony knew better, her jolly demeanour vanished. She stopped in place, and Pinkie’s eyes were glued to the moon.

“Huh?” Pinkie tilted her head in confusion.

Pinkie’s breaths grew unsteady, and her heart began to race. The beat in her chest was clearly heard in her ears. It felt as if her heart wanted to leave her body. Her hoof began to dig into the dirt as sweat dripped from her cheek. Pinkie’s breaths grew unsteady.

She couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Normally, her body would react in ways she could interpret, but Pinkie had never felt that way before.

In the face of the unknown, she could only do one thing.

Pinkie giggled to herself; it was probably nothing.

“Silly me.”

She switched her attention to whatever task she had delayed. Pinkie gasped and picked up her basket, almost galloping away.

“Right! Pinkie’s on the way, girls!” There was a slumber party at Twilight’s castle.

As she ran, a shiver went through her spine. She spared one last glance at the moon before chortling. There was nothing to worry about.

Pinkie Pie went to bed early for the day. Just last week, she had the time of her life with her best friends. Now, she had to face the reality of her world: work. She didn’t despise it—rather, she loved it. Despite that, it would naturally take a toll on her physical well-being.

She stared at her room’s ceiling, waiting for sleep to beckon her. She waited, and waited. Pinkie tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. Yet, something felt off. Pinkie was sweating profusely, and her eyes kept glancing to one place: her ceiling. Again, she could hear the beat of her heart in her ears.

Pinkie stood up from bed, wrapping one hoof over her shoulder as she walked towards her window sill. She stared at the moon. At that moment, her body pulled her back, away from the window. She yelped as she tumbled onto the floor. She rubbed her leg to soothe the pain. Pinkie looked around her room in the meantime.

“It’s… awfully dark in here.” Darker than usual.

Looking down, she noticed the shadows creeping towards her. Pinkie screamed, bolting up and bouncing away from the dark. She found herself back at the only source of light in her room—the moon. Her Pinkie Sense went haywire. She could feel the cold hair on her coat, the sweat dripping from her puffy mane, the thumping on her chest, and the clicks of her hooves as they hit the floor.

“Why?”

Pinkie turned to the moon, looking for answers. Chills encapsulated her body, and she realized that anywhere she looked, she would end up feeling no comfort.

“Is someone watching me?” she asked.

No response.

Pinkie took a deep breath. She ran for her door, bolted down the stairs and headed straight towards Twilight’s palace.

As she ran, she glanced over her shoulder. Wherever her eyes would meet, she felt one thing.

Someone was watching her.

“So, you’re telling me…”

Pinkie Pie made it to Twilight Sparkle’s palace. Lucky for her, the alicorn was still awake. They sat beside a fireplace, Twilight holding a notebook and Pinkie bundled up in a blanket.

“That you feel like you’re being watched?”

“Y-yes,” Pinkie affirmed. In a split-second, her eyes were glued to the wall. Twilight followed her gaze, yet found nothing but an empty, normal-looking wall within her palace.

Twilight sighed, levitating books all the way from her library to her. “Pinkie, I know you have your days, but are you sure—”

“I’m sure.”

Pinkie snapped her attention back to her friend. Surely, an alicorn, and someone as knowledgeable as Twilight, would be able to help her.

Her ears twitched again, this time, behind her. Pinkie slowly craned her head, pulling the blanket closer to her. As expected, she saw nothing. There was nothing behind her. Yet, she couldn’t get over the feeling. Someone was watching her. She turned her attention back to the fireplace. The flames danced, forming shadows. As she stared into the fire, her vision began to dim. Thinking the light had something to do with it, she averted her gaze. Nothing changed. Everything was getting darker.

“Pinkie.”

Twilight snapped her out of her trance. Her vision returned to normal.

“I couldn’t find anything in my books. There are a handful of creatures that can turn invisible, but…”

“I-it’s okay, Twilight,” Pinkie reassured, forcing a giggle. “Maybe I’m just being a tad bit silly.”

“If your silliness is enough to make you like this, then I’m sure it’s more than just silly.” Twilight flipped through her books with incredible speed. “Why don’t you get some sleep for now? I have a bunch of spare rooms you could use.”

Pinkie gulped. “Can I, m-maybe… sleep with you instead?”

Twilight smiled gently and closed her book. “Sure, I’ve got no problems with that.”

Almost immediately, Pinkie jumped at Twilight with an embrace. The alicorn yelped and returned the hug.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

Twilight Sparkle caressed Pinkie’s slightly-less-poofy mane. The sleeping mare was sweating in her sleep, mumbling, and breathing erratically. Twilight looked around her room and saw nothing. She could only hug her friend as she slept, whispering gentle reassurance.

“What’s got you so worked up…?” Twilight wondered. “Luna, help her…”

Pinkie Pie woke up to a world of black. The world itself was void. She could only see her own colors—overly pink. She stood up on non-existent ground. As if the world wished to toy with her, light suddenly beamed from above her.

She looked up at the moon. A moon so bright it might’ve chased the darkness away. A comforting light surrounded her.

“Luna?”

No answer.

“Luna…?”

None responded to her calls.

Pinkie squinted. Something was sprouting from the moon. Red began to crawl around the moon, and the moon itself began to quake. She gasped at the sight before her. Suddenly, the sound of the heavens splitting apart resounded in her ears.

The moon began to fall like a meteor. All the while, a bloody red dripped from it, devouring the light that soothed her.

Pinkie stared, unable to immediately process what was happening. She screamed, hooves failing her. She tripped on herself, but the bloody moon did not stop. Pinkie got up and ran, hoping that the perpetually expanding space before her would get her away from the calamity befalling her.

The booming in her ears came to an abrupt halt. She fell on the ground, exhausted. In the corner of her eyes, a small, red sphere rolled up to her. Pinkie gulped, unsure of what to do. Her instincts told her not to do anything—to leave it be.

But that wouldn’t do.

It shot straight towards her face, dripping blood all over her form. Pinkie yelped, shielding herself in the process. She gazed at it again. The sphere contorted, and vein-like tendrils sprouted from nowhere, coiling around itself. Turning itself inside out, it shifted inwards, turning itself into an eye. It locked its gaze at Pinkie.

Whenever Pinkie looked away, it would follow. When Pinkie tried to close her eyes, she couldn’t. Pinkie tried to move her hooves, but they were frozen in place. She couldn’t cover her eyes.

“Luna!” Pinkie cried out.

No one was there.

The eye floated into the distance. Pinkie sighed; a sense of relief for the first time in that moment. Her legs could move again, and she wrapped herself in a hug. Pinkie sobbed for what she felt like hours. All the while, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still being watched. A chilling sensation that emanated from above her. One that left her body locked in place. Haphazardly, she finally looked at the sky.

All she saw was a gigantic, bloody eye staring right at her. It had smaller eyes around it. Every single gaze met hers. Pinkie gave them a wavering smile.

“Ha…ha…” Pinkie feigned a laugh.

The eyes bobbed up and down, splashing blood on her. They repeated, “Ha… ha…”

Pinkie’s smile fell.

Pinkie’s eyes shot open. She held her hooves close to her chest, panting erratically. She was still in Twilight’s room, and the alicorn was right beside her, sleeping soundly.

“Was that… a dream?” Pinkie wrapped one leg around the other.

Her ears twitched. She turned around and saw nothing but the closed curtains. Gulping, Pinkie gently got up and walked towards the closed windows. She placed her hooves atop the soft fabric before gingerly pulling the curtains aside. It was another sunny day in Ponyville. She slowly opened the window and breathed in the fresh morning air. She beamed at the peaceful sight, at the gentle songs the birds sang, and at the sight of ponies starting their days.

Turning around to wake up her friend with a cheerier mood, Pinkie heard the windows slowly creaking shut. Her entire body flinched at the sound. She suddenly felt compelled to look up at the ceiling.

She didn’t want to.

Pinkie just wanted to go back to her normal, everyday life.

Yet, something wanted her to look. She wanted answers. What’s been watching her? What made her feel this way? At the same time, she felt a stinging pain whenever she tried to avert her gaze. Her neck slowly craned upward, and she was trying to call to Twilight all the while. She choked on her words.

There was nothing there.

But she still felt it.

Someone was still watching her.

“Who are you?” Pinkie asked.

No one answered.

“Pinkie?”

Pinkie looked at her groggy friend as her vision became blurry; everything had turned dark again. She began to hyperventilate, and her legs failed her. She could barely hear Twilight calling out her name. All she remembered was a loud thud as she fell to the floor.

“Luna, I don’t know what to do.”

Twilight Sparkle sat beside Pinkie’s sleeping form while Princess Luna stood beside her. The larger alicorn examined Pinkie’s condition with her magic, her horn glowing. Twilight was still flipping through yet another book.

“Your friend is…” Luna began, “I cannot identify what troubles her.”

Twilight almost slammed her book shut. “Neither can I.”

She reached over to caress Pinkie Pie’s forehead. The pink mare was still sweating profusely and mumbling incomprehensible things in her sleep.

“It is as though something that exists beyond our realm of our existence is disturbing her,” Luna suggested.

Twilight met Luna’s gaze. “What? Does such a thing really exist?”

Luna shook her head. “Nay. However, it is the only thing I can think of.”

“Just what is…” Twilight grumbled. “I’ll look into it.”

“Very well. Then, I shall be on my way.” Luna’s horn lit up, preparing to teleport.

Twilight gave Luna a gentle smile. “Thank you.”

Luna nodded. “It is nothing. Feel free to call for me should I be needed again.”

In a flash, Luna disappeared from the room. Twilight turned her attention back to Pinkie and her books.

“I’ll find a way, Pinkie.”

Everywhere.

Wherever she looked, there were eyes on her.

Pinkie was thrown into a labyrinth filled with unwanted attention. Eyes surrounded her, staring at her, peering into her very soul. Chills broke through her coat and crawled on her skin. The beat of her heart rang loudly in her ears. Even if she covered her eyes, she couldn’t escape the feeling of being watched.

“S-stop…”

They wouldn’t stop.

Pinkie Pie woke up. She opened her eyes to the sight of the darkness. She could tell that she was still on Twilight’s bed, but she could barely see anything. She wondered if she was still dreaming.

What was real, and what was her imagination?

Were those even her imagination?

“Pinkie!” voices rang in her head.

Pinkie blinked multiple times, each time clearing up her vision slightly. Eventually, she came to see her five friends gathered around her. She couldn’t help but smile. Tears gently flowed as Fluttershy immediately rushed to her side.

“Are you alright, darling?” Rarity asked, gently resting her hoof on Pinkie’s.

Rainbow Dash flew at her side. “Yeah! Twilight told us something’s bothering you.”

“Not just botherin’– It got ya feeling off, too,” Applejack chimed in.

“We were so worried about you,” Fluttershy said.

Twilight sighed in relief. “You finally woke up.”

Pinkie beamed. “You’re all here!”

“Duh!”

Applejack hoofed Rainbow Dash.

“Ow—I mean, why wouldn’t we?”

As Pinkie pulled everyone in with magically long limbs for a hug, Twilight began to scribble down a note, presumably to send to Luna. She revelled in the warmth of her friends who all yelped the moment she embraced them, closing her eyes to only feel her closeness to them.

She opened her eyes again at the ceiling. The smile on her face immediately disappeared. The embrace she had wrapped her friends in loosened, and everyone around her pulled back with wide eyes. She was staring at a gigantic eye that pierced her own. Even at that moment, she was being watched. She met the gazes of her friends, who were all moving their mouths, assumingly saying something. She couldn’t hear them. All of Pinkie’s senses were focused on whatever was looking at her. She saw Twilight drop the quill she was holding while her friends hovered over her.

Soon enough, her body caved in again.

For what seemed like the millionth time, Pinkie woke up, feeling weaker than ever. She could barely move her mouth, her eyes were swollen, and her body failed to respond to her commands.

“Pinkie?” Twilight’s voice barely made it to her ears.

She glanced to her side and saw Twilight standing in front of her. Pinkie couldn’t see her face clearly. Even colors were vague to her. “Twilight?”

“It’s okay Pinkie. No one will bother you anymore.”

Pinkie noticed something dripping from Twilight’s cheeks. “Are you… crying? Are you okay?”

“Pinkie, I should be asking if you’re okay.”

Pinkie rubbed her eyes. “I’m… I don’t know.”

“You should be feeling better sooner or later.”

“What do you mean?”

Twilight leaned over to her. “You said you felt like you were being watched, right?”

“Y-yeah…?” Pinkie tried to move. Her body didn’t respond. “W-what did you do?”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore…” she said breathily. “I got rid of them… for you.”

Twilight’s face hovered over Pinkie as colors trickled back to her sight. Twilight wasn’t crying… blood was dripping from her eyes. Eyes? Twilight’s eyes were gone. Pinkie was staring at a black void that was bleeding red. Twilight held up a jar filled with eyes—eyes that were all too familiar to Pinkie.

Pinkie gasped before Twilight collapsed on top of Pinkie. She held her friend with one hoof, staring at whatever she could as she tried to process what just happened. After all of that, she hoped everything was a nightmare.

But she never woke up.

This was her reality.

Pinkie looked out to the moon, searching for answers. Instead, she just found herself another question.

Pinkie met your gaze.

“Why are you still watching?”

What's your name?

Pinkie Pie laid in bed with Twilight Sparkle’s unmoving form sprawled on top of her. A river of red flowed from Twilight’s body onto the sheets, slowly wrapping Pinkie in a bed of blood. Pinkie stared at you, her eyes shaking, pupils shrunk to a pin needle’s size.

“W-who are you?” Pinkie asked, putting a hoof on Twilight’s back.

…

Pinkie choked on her words. “W-what do you want from me?”

…

“Answer me,” she demanded.

…

“Please… j-just… leave me alone…” she stammered with tears running down her cheek.

…

“S-someone… help me…”

Pinkie slammed her eyes shut. Her own sobbing was all she could hear. It did not answer her. It merely watched. Observed. Tormented. Pinkie didn’t know what to do. She could only lay there, unable to move, while one of her best friends bled out on top of her. Her entire bubbly world had just shattered into a million pieces.

She knew she had to do something. What could she do, though? Everywhere she went, it wouldn’t leave her alone. It was always there. Even her friends were gone because of it. What was left of her? Where would she go? Pinkie didn’t know. She didn’t know what to do.

Instead, Pinkie did what she would always do when confronted by fear.

Pinkie laughed.

Once she had regained her strength, Pinkie left Twilight’s castle in haste. As she ran, Pinkie couldn’t shake the feeling that it was still there. Her fluffy mane deflated into the straight, gloomy hair she hated to see. She couldn’t even bear to arrange a proper funeral for her friend. She left her in bed, closed her eyes, and let her rest eternally.

Pinkie dragged herself through Ponyville that night. She kept her nose pointed at the ground, and her straight mane dropped within her line of sight; it served as cover from her peripheral vision. The hair on her coat was perpetually raised as chills swam around her form.

As she traversed the town aimlessly, she giggled to herself at intervals. Whenever Pinkie reminded herself of what had happened in Twilight’s Castle, she wore a broken smile as she chortled, hoping that whatever did this to her would leave her alone.

Twilight’s hollow eye sockets, her ‘comforting smile’, the jar filled with her friends’ eyes, and the… thing that kept watching her—they all left her as a fragment of the joyful pony she was before.

Her friends were dead.

And she couldn’t escape that fact.

Pinkie knew she wouldn’t be able to hide.

All she could do was live with everything that had happened.

“I-I… can’t…” Pinkie stammered to herself, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Her laughs hid the terror behind her visage. For the first time in her life, Pinkie didn’t just laugh her fears away.

Pinkie ran.

As far as she could go.

And she laughed all the while.

Pinkie Pie found herself deep within the Everfree Forest. It used to be a fond memory of her first trip with her friends. Instead, it made her wonder—what would have happened if her friends were still with her? Would they have been able to help her? Would everything so wrong with her life disappear in a mere moment?

Looking beyond the trees, she saw a cliffside. Still feeling chills crawling along her spine, she chortled a grim tune as she made her way to see the Equestrian night sky. Pinkie sat down close to the edge. She stared at the now-red moon; her vision still hadn’t cleared up.

“Who are you?” Pinkie asked the moon.

Again, the moon churned itself inside-out, resembling the gigantic, bloody eye she’d grown to recognize. It blinked at her. It stared at her. It never answered.

Pinkie giggled as she saw blood dripping from it once more. “W-what do you want from me?”

It blinked then stared.

Pushing herself up with force, she pointed at it. “It’s your fault that my friends are dead!” she yelled.

Pinkie dropped to the ground again, covering her eyes as tears streamed out. She sobbed on the cliffside for some time. She wanted to hear something other than her own cries, someone who would tell her why all this was happening to her. When she opened her eyes, it was still night. It continued to stare at her. She wiped away her tears, and noticed that her body turned gray.

“W-what?”

Pinkie hastily wiped her eyes again. It was still gray. Her vision shifted to a hue of gray.

“Pinkie Pie?”

Pinkie flicked her head towards the sound of the noise. Behind her, she could barely make out the form of a zebra gingerly walking in her direction. The zebra’s signature stripes were almost impossible to see, masked behind her monochrome vision.

“I expected everyone at Ponyville to be asleep at this time of day, Pinkie Pie. Do tell, why are you out so late at night?” a slightly distorted voice asked.

From the rhyming, she knew it was Zecora.

She knew it was her, and yet…

“W-why are your eyes…?”

Pinkie stood up defensively. The only other part of her body that Pinkie saw wasn’t gray was Zecora’s eyes.

“My eyes are the same as they were. Rather, I must know, are you aware of the stream of red coming from your eyes?” Zecora asked, concerned. “Should you need, I am more than capable of procuring the proper remedies.”

“I-I… no, I’m fine, thank you—”

Pinkie’s head roared in pain. She dropped to the ground, writhing. A piercing screech resounded in her mind. She covered her ears with her hooves in an attempt to stop the noise, to no avail. Her body screamed at her to do something—to intervene. Yet, she was powerless to do anything. Her gaze met the eye in the sky that still stared at her. Pinkie slammed her eyes shut.

Zecora hastily approached Pinkie, sat her down, and checked her pulse, vitals, and eventually her eyes. Zecora gently opened Pinkie’s eyes, and what Pinkie saw spurred another panic attack. Meeting Zecora’s gaze, she saw a world of gray around her, and Zecora’s eyes were enveloped in an aura of bright red. Black tendrils sprouted from the back of her head, wrapping around the zebra’s eyes.

“Zecora—”

“Pinkie Pie?” Zecora spoke in a distorted voice, placing a hoof on Pinkie’s shoulder.

Her eyes were enveloped in the black coils. Each one dug deeper into her eyes, and blood began to drip from Zecora’s cheeks. Her mouth curled into a toothy grin.

Shakily grasping Zecora’s leg, Pinkie’s mouth stammered open and closed. Her ears folded behind her head. Her hoof dug deeper and deeper into the ground. Zecora mouthed words that came out twisted to Pinkie. Her breathing grew erratic the longer she stared at Zecora. Yet, she couldn’t muster the strength to look away. The tendrils burrowed deeper into Zecora’s eyes, and Pinkie couldn’t think of anything to do. She shuffled in place, screaming, writhing in disgust.

Pinkie could suddenly move her body again. She glanced up at the veiny eye peering down at her. It felt like her heart was about to burst through her chest. Her hindlegs bobbed in place—she knew she had to help her friend.

She had to do something.

Pinkie pounced on top of Zecora and stared into her blackened eyes. Zecora struggled against her weight, trying to push off the pink pony. Pinkie shakily pulled back one of her forelegs before shooting her hoof into Zecora’s eye and ripping away the coils.

“I-It’s okay, Zecora!” Pinkie smiled nervously as she attempted to save her friend. “I-I’ll help you!”

Zecora’s resistance against Pinkie increased. She flailed as Pinkie tore away the tendrils from her eyes. Her hooves slammed against Pinkie’s barrel, but Pinkie ignored the blows. Zecora’s deformed screams reached Pinkie’s ears, yet none of her words came through.

As Pinkie yanked away, color slowly returned to her vision. Each swing of her foreleg brought back a piece of herself; a wisp of the life she had before. A glimmer of hope sparked inside of her. She could put herself back together—slowly, piece by piece. Pinkie laughed nervously, instilled with doubt that she would be left alone once and for all.

Minutes passed, and Pinkie could finally see the world in full color once again. She glanced up at the sky, staring at the pale blue moon. Her forelegs dropped to her side as she sighed in relief. She let out a giggle, basking in the ability to finally see Equestria the way she used to.

“I-I’m better now!” Pinkie chirped. She tapped her eyes with her hooves as she glanced around her surroundings. Not being able to help herself, she wrapped her forelegs around herself in a hug, and laughed in joy. Tingles spread throughout her body as her hindlegs stomped in place.

Despite remaining atop Zecora, Pinkie’s friend didn’t respond. Pinkie’s celebration came to a screeching halt.

“Zecora?”

Pinkie lowered her neck to look at Zecora. Pinkie’s pupils shrunk. Her heart rate skyrocketed once more. Pinkie jumped off of her friend, slowly crawling away, hoping that maybe she was just seeing things.

Zecora’s visage was bathed in blood. Red stained her face, her body, and the grass below her. Her eyelids were open, yet her eyes weren’t there. All Pinkie could see were bottomless pits for eyes with nerve endings hanging out of them. Zecora’s actual eyes were on the grass, covered in blood, left carelessly moving with the cold breeze.

Pinkie raised her hooves to cover her mouth. She flinched at the sudden warmth of her hooves. Finally, she spared a glance at her own hooves; they were covered in blood. Pinkie’s vision began to blur as realization hit her. Foreign blood stained legs and chest; even her mane had splatters of crimson on it.

“D-did… I…?” Pinkie could hear the beat of her heart in her ears. The spastic banging against her head made her cover her ears. Yet, she could still hear the dissonant melody that repeated in her head. Now, her mind had cleared. Zecora’s screams forcibly played in her head. Pinkie recalled the sensation of tearing away at her friend’s visage.

Pinkie laughed. “N-no way…”

Blood trailed between her and Zecora’s body. There were hoof marks, bruises, and wounds on Zecora that only another pony could inflict.

“Ha… ha…” Pinkie laughed louder. “I-I… didn’t mean… to…”

Pinkie dragged her bloody hooves along her cheeks, scratching herself and bleeding in the process. Her own blood mixed with Zecora’s. As she continued to wound herself, she laughed. Yet, she mourned for the loss of her friend. Both tears and blood streamed down her cheek. Her giggles overpowered her cries of sorrow. Paranoia seeped in as she felt that was still watching her. Her body began to grow cold as she realized just how alone she was, now.

Her best friends were dead.

And she just killed another.

“W-what do you want from me?!” Pinkie yelled into the sky. Her question fell on deaf ears. Instead, she saw broken visions of an eye blinking at her.

Pinkie stared into the night sky. As her tears mixed with both her own blood and Zecora’s, she stayed there—frozen, unable to move. Even after everything that had happened, it still wouldn’t leave her alone.

Would it ever leave?

What do I do about my friends?

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The screams of her friends echoed in her mind. Apparitions of Twilight violently pulling out each of their friends’ eyes as she grew anxious of how to ‘fix’ Pinkie. The piercing scream of Fluttershy and Rarity, the pained shouts as Rainbow Dash and Applejack struggled against the alicorn all played in her mind. Followed by the screams of the latest victim—her victim, Zecora.

Pinkie stared at the ground below her. She saw her own reflection. She was covered in blood. Scratch marks traced down along her cheeks, and her mane had deflated as well as garnered a dark sheen of red. Pinkie felt something bubbling up from her stomach as the gruesome sight of the state of her friends reappeared in her mind. She pressed down on her stomach, trying to keep it in. She wouldn’t want to dirty herself more than she had her own hands.

Yet, she couldn’t hold it in.

Instead of a mess…

She found herself laughing.

Pinkie laughed the loudest she ever had. No tears accompanied her voice, nor did any signs of sorrow. This time, she laughed in understanding.

Pinkie slammed her hooves against both of her eyes. She laughed the pain away. Her voice grew louder as she saw nothing but black, yet felt the mixture of blood dripping from her eyes.

Pinkie pulled.

She felt her eyes cling to their sockets. They refused to leave their place. Pinkie would have her way. She howled as she tugged on them harder. Inside her skull, she felt a sharp, lasting pain as she forced them out of their socket. She felt the pain of her optic nerves being torn apart; she could feel the thin nerve clinging to her skull. Her body screamed at her to stop, yet she knew she had to do it. Pinkie needed to do something.

Pinkie forced out one, piercing shriek of a laugh as she let go of her eyes.

She pulled her hooves away from her face.

The world was black to her.

Yet, at the same time, it became so much clearer.

A bright red glow emitted from her black eye sockets, and her old eyes fell to the ground, forgotten—next to the blood that tainted her form.

“Hey, everypony!” Pinkie giggled, extending a hoof that shattered the wall that separated you. “My name’s Pinkie Pie!” Pinkie giggled.

She smiles at you with her bloody, hollow eyes.

“What’s your n̶̹̒̔̚͝a̷̞͍̲̐̐m̶̪͍͓̆͆ë̵͙́̀̓͑̚?̷̹̍̽̚ͅ"̸̥͔̂̓̈͌̒ͅ

Author's Note