The Snowstorm..

I think I need to talk about this. It began to happen just after Twighlight found the bodies. I guess you could call this self therapy, and it would be hard to say otherwise. But I need to talk about... the dreams, well nightmares actually but they were so... Real.

They'd always start the same way, I'd be wandering around town thinking about what to do with the rest of my day and then I'd always, and I mean always ended up at Sugarcube Corner. I'd go in and the Cakes were always "out of town" or "gone shopping" or at least thats what Pinkie Pie would always tell me when I asked.

Eventually she'd ask the inevitable question of "wanna cupcake Ex?" and though part of me always told not to do it I always had one... And that's all it took... Just one... I would feel fine for a split second after the first bite but then a then I'd notice a strange aftertaste. My eyes widened as I realised it was... Chloroform. I dropped to the floor and the last thing I always heard would be Pinkie's manical giggling as I lost conciousness.

I was probably out of it for a couple of hours but after a while my eyes would drift open... And everytime I tried to get up but a set of tough leather straps held me onto a large bloody slab. I tried to wriggle out of the straps but it was useless. I surveyed my surroundings. I was in a dark room, there was a candle next to the slab and allowed to see about two metres around me. Then Pinkie would come out of the shadows. After I had finished screaming pointlesly for help she'd say

"Oh don't worry Ex no one will find us here. We are completley alone down here." I'd ask where I was and she never answered me but when I started calling for help again she said

"Ex you shouldn't be scared. You know I love to make everypony smile, and as luck would have it so does Mr Scalpel here." She advanced towards me, revealing an extremely dirty scalpel as she came closer. My breathing quickened as I realised what she was going to do. Pinkie stopped about eight inches to my right

"And now the fun begins." she sounded like a complete and utter lunatic. She began to laugh as she began to cut my cheeks open with the scalpel, each time she curved the blade so in the end it looked like a warped parody of a smile. Painful is an under statement. blood poured all over my face as I screamed and writhed in agony. Needless to say I could not move much because of straps but I tried to struggle and Pinkie Pie just watched and laughed in a way only somepony who was totaly crazy would be able to.

"Ex it is so funny when you scream like that. Especially when you wriggle about in pain, it's hillarious." Pinkie was suppressing the urge to laugh at my suffering.

After she had finished laughing at me, Pinkie Pie went back into the unlit part of the room. Then again, practically all of the room was pitch black. I could hear the sound of Pinkie Pie moving something towards me, when she came back into the light she had a trolley with a selection of wickedly sharp blades and some adrenaline needles in a basket hanging of the front.

"Now Ex don't be afraid this will only hurt a lot." She joked but she was the only one who laughed at it.

"Pinkie... Why are you doing... This.... To me?" I could barely speak with cheeks that had just been cut open.

"Because I ran out of... Oh who am I kidding I still have plenty of the special ingredient I just find this too fun and your number came up so sorry Ex, but it's your time." She didn't seem to care about how I might feel about being tortured and then killed.

Before I could reply she got a needle and some thread.

"I think I'll do this while you are still around I usually do this after they're gone but this will be a new challenge." Within the next ten to fifteen seconds Pinkie looming over me with the needle and thread. She began to sew up the cuts in my cheek. I winced but tried not to struggle as that would make it worse. Little specks of blood came out of the holes the needle made in my face. After a couple of minutes Pinkie finished stiching the wounds up and she put the needle back on the trolley.

"There, that was not too painful was it Ex Plosion?" Pinkie seemed proud of her skill at sewing as she said that.

"Well as far as physical torture goes that wasn't the most painful thing ever... It comes close though." I suprised myself with my own sense of humour despite what was being done to me. I even laughed a little bit to myself.

"Wow Ex, I've seen many different ponies scream and thrash around so you're probably the first to ever joke about this as it happens. Which is great! This might even compel me to let you live." Pinkie was obviously glad to see that somepony could still joke and laugh as she tortured them.

"Well in that case can I go now with my lovely new smile across my face?" My sarcasm was so obvious as I said that.

"...No!" Before I could answer she swung a knife in my direction and cut across my chest. I screamed as loudly as I could and then she said something that scared me

"But I will end your suffering a little early." After she said that she made one last cut across my windpipe. I tried to wriggle about a little as I slowly suffocated. As a pathetic excuse of a last breath left my body... I woke up in my bed with a cold sweat and I would be breathing very quickly but I was glad it was just a dream. The problem was going back to sleep. I kept having the same nightmare over and over again and now it's like they are real. Like all my worst nightmares have become flesh... And this time I can't wake up!