Cupcakes(Remastered)

by MysticSkies115

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Violence, Pinkie Pie, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Alternate Universe, Thriller, Horror
Length: 3157

Cupcakes are your favorite food

Remastered version of Cupcakes fanfic

Published 2024-03-04 03:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-03-04 03:00:00 UTC

Cupcakes(Remastered)

It was a dark, stormy night in Ponyville. The wind howled through the streets, whipping the rain into a frenzy. Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the very foundations of the town. In the Everfree Forest, a sinister light flickered among the trees. A light that did not belong. A light that beckoned to something ancient and terrible.

Pinkie Pie, the ever-cheerful party pony, was fast asleep in her cozy little house. She dreamed of cakes and cupcakes, of laughter and joy. But even in her slumber, she could sense something was wrong. Something dark and ominous lurked just beyond her consciousness.
Outside, the storm raged on. Rain pelted against her window, obscuring the world beyond. Thunder boomed, shaking the very foundation of her home. And then, there was a flash. A blinding, otherworldly flash of light that pierced through the darkness.
Pinkie's eyes snapped open, and she sat bolt upright in bed. Her heart raced, and she could feel a cold sweat breaking out across her body. Something was definitely wrong. She looked around her room, trying to figure out what had woken her up.

Finally, she saw it. A flash of light outside her window. It was coming from the Everfree Forest, the same place where that sinister light had flickered earlier. Pinkie knew she had to go and investigate. After all, if there was something or someone out there that needed help, she couldn't just ignore it.

With a deep breath, she climbed out of bed and hurried over to her closet. She rummaged through her clothes until she found what she was looking for: her old explorer's hat and her trusty map of the Everfree Forest. She had only worn them once, on a dare from Rainbow Dash, but she figured they might come in handy now.
Pinkie slipped on her boots and her jacket, making sure to zip it up all the way. She checked her saddlebag to make sure it was securely fastened to her back, and then hurried out the door. The rain was coming down even harder now, stinging her eyes and drenching her mane. She squinted against the storm as she made her way toward the Everfree Forest.
The forest loomed before her, dark and ominous in the night. Thunder rumbled overhead, casting long, eerie shadows across the ground. Pinkie took a deep breath, steeling her nerves, and began to make her way into the heart of the forest. The trees were thick and gnarled, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, trying to snatch at her as she passed.

She had been walking for what felt like hours when she finally caught a glimpse of something moving through the trees. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, but then she realized it was another pony. This pony was unlike any she had ever seen before. Her coat was a perfect shade of pink, just like Pinkie's, but her mane and tail were a deep shade of purple. Her eyes were a piercing shade of lavender, and she wore a hat that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.

Hello?" Pinkie called out, approaching the other pony cautiously. "Are you lost too?"

The other pony turned to look at her, and for a moment, their eyes locked. Pinkie felt a strange sensation wash over her, like she'd known this pony for all her life. Then, the other pony smiled, revealing a row of sharp, jagged teeth.

"No, I'm not lost," she purred. "I'm here for a very important purpose."

Pinkie felt a shiver run down her spine. Something about this pony was...off.

"Oh," she said hesitantly. "Well, uh...what brings you to the Everfree Forest?"

The other pony, whom Pinkie soon learned was named Pinkamena, took a step closer.

"I've been searching for something," she whispered, her voice like a snake's hiss. "Something that belongs to me."

Her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and for a moment, Pinkie was sure she could see tendrils of darkness curling around her horn.

"And you found it?" Pinkie asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She didn't want to anger this strange creature, but she had to know what was going on.
Pinkamena smiled, revealing those sharp teeth once more.

"Oh, yes," she purred. "I found it. And now it's time for us to return to our rightful place."

Her voice took on a dreamlike quality, as if she were speaking of some distant, ethereal realm.
Pinkie felt her heart race. She knew, deep down, that this was no ordinary pony.

"W-where does it live?" she stammered.

Pinkamena laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Pinkie's spine.

"Oh, it doesn't live here, silly filly," she said, tilting her head in amusement. "It lives with me."

She reached up and touched her chest, just over her heart.

"In my heart, it beats. In my mind, it thinks. And in my soul, it lives."

As she spoke, Pinkamena's body seemed to grow larger, more imposing. Her coat glowed with an unearthly light, and her wings stretched out, revealing razor-sharp talons. Pinkie felt herself tremble with fear, but she couldn't look away.
Before she knew it, Pinkamena was upon her, her claws slashing through the air. Pinkie dodged to the side, feeling the wind of the attack whistle past her ear. She tried to summon her own magic, anything to defend herself, but her powers seemed to desert her.
Pinkamena laughed, a sound that was equal parts amusement and mockery. "You can't fight me, silly filly!" she taunted. "I am your darkest desires, your deepest fears brought to life!"

Pinkie felt her heart race, but she refused to back down. She knew that if she didn't stand up to this monster now, it would consume her entirely. Summoning all of her strength, she charged at Pinkamena, aiming a powerful kick at her chest. The blow connected, sending the creature staggering back a step.
Pinkamena let out a hiss of pain, her eyes flashing with anger. "You dare defy me?" she growled, lunging forward once more. Pinkie dodged to the side, feeling the wind of the attack whistle past her ear again. She knew she couldn't match Pinkamena's speed, so she decided to focus on landing a single, decisive blow.
Quickly, she reached into her saddlebag and retrieved her carving knife. The weapon gleamed in the dim light of the forest, its handle carved with intricate designs. As Pinkamena came within striking distance, Pinkie swung the knife with all her might, aiming for the other pony's heart. The blade connected, slicing through Pinkamena's purple flesh with ease.

A terrible scream echoed through the trees as Pinkamena's lifeblood gushed from the wound. Her claws fell limp at her sides, and she stumbled backwards, tripping over a fallen log. Pinkie followed her, pressing the advantage, slashing at the creature again and again. Each strike connected, tearing through Pinkamena's flesh like paper.

As the monster lay dying at her hooves, Pinkie felt a strange sense of relief wash over her. She hadn't known what it was like to face something so terrifying, so dark and twisted. It was as if she'd been fighting a reflection of her own inner demons. The knife shook in her hooves, the weight of what she'd just done beginning to settle in.

Pinkamena let out one final, ragged breath and lay still. The darkness seemed to dissipate from the air, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. For a moment, Pinkie thought she saw a spark of something like gratitude in the other pony's eyes before they closed for good. She swallowed thickly, trying to banish the image from her mind.

Shaking, she knelt down beside Pinkamena's lifeless body, her knife still clutched tightly in her hooves. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. It was as if a nightmare had finally ended, but the horror of it all refused to fade with the dying light.

As she stared down at the still form of the creature that had been her friend, Pinkamena's chest began to rise and fall slowly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she let out a shuddering breath. "Pinkie?" she croaked. "Is it really over?"

Pinkie's heart skipped a beat as she looked into the other pony's eyes. They were no longer filled with darkness, but rather a deep sense of relief and gratitude. She tried to speak, but no words would come out. All she could do was nod numbly, her knuckles white from the tight grip she had on the carving knife.

"Pinkie," Pinkamena whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "I'm sorry for what I did. For what I became. I... I didn't understand." Her voice trailed off, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts.
Pinkie didn't know what to say. She wanted to believe that the creature before her was truly her friend, but the memory of the monster she'd faced only moments ago was still fresh in her mind. She swallowed hard, struggling to find the words that would help them both move past this nightmare.

As Pinkamena's strength returned, she sat up, wincing as her wounds began to throb. Blood stained her coat and spattered the forest floor around them. The pink mare stared at the carving knife in her hooves, a mix of fear and understanding in her eyes.
Pinkie remained silent, unsure of what to say or how to react. She knew she should feel some sort of satisfaction at having saved her friend, but the image of the monster Pinkamena had become still haunted her. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handle of the knife tighter, as if preparing for another attack.

As Pinkamena struggled to her hooves, wincing in pain from her wounds, Pinkie couldn't help but feel a mixture of pity and fear. The pink mare's coat was stained with blood, and her once-bright eyes now held a haunted look. She limped over to where Pinkie sat on the ground, her movements slow and labored.

"Pinkie," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves. "I don't know what happened to me. I remember... I remember being you. Being your friend. But then... darkness. It was like I couldn't control myself." She shivered, wrapping her injured wings around her body for warmth. "I'm so sorry for what I've done."
Pinkie stared at her, unable to form words. The image of the monster Pinkamena had become still lingered in her mind, obscuring the pony she once knew. She wanted to believe her, wanted to trust that the pony standing before her was truly her friend. But how could she be sure?

As Pinkamena stepped closer, her injured form swaying with each unsteady step, Pinkie could see the fear in her eyes. Fear of losing her, fear of the darkness that had consumed her. The pink mare's movements were hesitant, almost shuffling, as if she were moving through water. "Pinkie," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "Please, I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be alone."

Pinkie felt a twinge of pity for her friend, but it was overshadowed by the doubt and mistrust that lingered in her heart. She tightened her grip on the knife, ready to defend herself if Pinkamena attacked again.

"Why should I believe you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You've already hurt me so much."
Pinkamena flinched at the words, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't know," she whispered. "I wish I could remember. I wish I could go back to the way things were." Tears spilled down her cheeks as she reached out a shaking hoof, offering it to Pinkie. "Please, Pinkie. I need your help. I need you to believe in me."

Pinkie hesitated, her grip on the knife loosening ever so slightly. She looked into Pinkamena's pleading eyes and saw the fear, the desperation, and the pain. It was the same look she had seen in her own eyes just moments ago, when she'd faced the monster she had become.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling limbs. "I don't know if I can trust you," she said softly. "But... I want to try. Maybe if we work together, we can figure out what happened to you."

Pinkamena's eyes widened in hope. "Thank you, Pinkie," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "Thank you so much." She took a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. I swear it."

Pinkie hesitated, still unsure, but she found herself drawn to her friend's sincerity. "Okay," she said, slowly reaching out with her free hand. "But you have to promise me that you'll stay away from Discord. If you see him, or feel him pulling you back, you have to fight it."

Pinkamena nodded fiercely, grasping Pinkie's hoof in hers. "I promise," she said, her voice resolute. "I will never go back to him. I want to be your friend again, Pinkie. I want to be the pony you can count on." Her grip on Pinkie's hoof tightened, and a determined glint shone in her eyes.

As they stood there, the weight of the darkness that had consumed Pinkamena pressing down on them, they didn't notice the shadowy figure watching them from a distance. Its red eyes glinted malevolently in the moonlight, its twisted features contorting into a mask of anger and hatred.

"So," the figure hissed. "It seems I wasn't mistaken."

The creature slithered through the shadows, its movements silent and fluid. It drew closer, revealing itself to be a demonic-looking pony with eyes glowing like embers. Its form was twisted and misshapen, a testament to the corruption that had taken hold of it.

As it neared, the demonic pony heard Pinkie's words and felt a surge of rage coursing through its veins. "You dare defy me?" it hissed, its voice filled with malice. "You will pay for your betrayal, little pony."

Pinkie and Pinkamena whirled around, their eyes widening in terror at the demon that had appeared before them. The creature's malice was palpable, its intentions clear. "R-run!" Pinkie stammered, tugging on Pinkamena's hoof.

As they fled through the forest, their hooves pounding against the earth, they could feel the demon's presence looming over them. Its breath was hot and acrid, like the smell of burning brimstone. They darted between trees, ducking behind bushes, hoping to lose their pursuer. But the demon was too fast, too powerful.

"We have to find a way to stop it!" Pinkie cried out, her voice shaking with fear.

Pinkamena nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"We can't let it hurt anyone else!" She took a deep breath, focusing on the battle ahead. "We need to find its weakness, its... its Achilles' hoof!"

As they continued to flee, they stumbled upon a clearing. In the center stood a massive, ancient tree, its trunk as wide as a building and its branches reaching up to touch the stars. The air around it crackled with an otherworldly energy. "That must be it," Pinkie gasped, pointing toward the tree. "The demon's power comes from that tree!"

Pinkamena nodded, her eyes wide with determination. "Then we have to destroy it!" she cried, charging toward the tree. Pinkie followed close behind, her heart pounding in her chest. They drew their makeshift weapons: Pinkie had found a branch sharpened to a point, while Pinkamena wielded a rock she'd found along the way.

As they approached the tree, the demonic pony turned to face them, its twisted features contorted into a malevolent grin.

"So, you think you can defeat me?" it sneered. "You are but insects before my power!"

Ignoring the demon's taunts, Pinkie and Pinkamena charged forward, their makeshift weapons clashing against the demon's hooves. The demonic pony laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the forest.

"Foolish little ponies," it cackled. "You cannot harm me!"

But despite the demon's boasting, their attacks seemed to have an effect. The demon stumbled back, a look of surprise on its twisted face. Pinkie and Pinkamena pressed their advantage, relentlessly attacking the demon, landing blow after blow. Blood dripped from the demon's hooves, staining the leaves beneath them.
The air around them grew thick with the stench of sulfur and burning fur. The ancient tree seemed to thrum with power, its energy reaching out to aid the two determined ponies. With each passing second, the demon's strength waned, its demonic essence being siphoned away by the sacred tree.

Pinkie and Pinkamena fought with a fury born of desperation, their makeshift weapons clashing against the demon's hooves. The demonic pony roared in agony, its eyes beginning to glow a dull red as its power drained away. It lashed out wildly, but Pinkie and Pinkamena were ready, dodging each blow with a grace born of their desperation to
survive.

The ancient tree swayed gently in the breeze, its branches reaching out to them like the tentacles of some otherworldly creature. They could feel its energy coursing through them, giving them strength where before they had only known fear. As the demon continued to weaken, they pressed their attack, landing blow after bloody blow.

The demon's hooves slipped in the blood that coated the ground, its once proud form now reduced to little more than a wounded beast. Its breath came in ragged gasps, its eyes darting about wildly, searching for some means of escape. But there was none; the tree's energy had bound it to this spot, and Pinkie and Pinkamena were its executioners.
They danced around the demon, their makeshift weapons flashing in the moonlight, landing blow after bloody blow. The demon's coat was in tatters, its flesh gaping and bloody. It bared its fangs in a final snarl, but it was too weak.
With one last, desperate lunge, Pinkie pierced the demon's heart, driving her sharpened branch deep into its chest. The demon let out a shuddering gasp, its eyes going wide before it collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The forest was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves as they returned to their natural rhythm. Pinkie and Pinkamena stood over the fallen demon, their chests heaving, their bodies covered in blood and sweat. They exchanged a weary glance, the knowledge of what they had done weighing heavily on their hearts.

The ancient tree towered above them, its branches swaying gently in the night breeze. It seemed to beckon them, offering some sort of solace after the ordeal they had just endured. They approached the tree warily, their makeshift weapons still clutched tightly in their hooves. As they drew closer, they could feel the energy emanating from the tree, a sense of power and protection that they hadn't felt since they were young foals.