Little black book
As Rarity trotted her way back to the boutique she levitated the simple looking book in front of her yet dared not to open its black covers for even a peak till she returned home. Even in her magic, it just felt wrong to hold. She wanted to chalk it up to her invasion of her friend’s privacy but yet it was something she couldn't quite put her hoof on. The insanity of recent events was disturbing and downright depressing. Rarity just hoped this little book might give some insight to her friend’s mental duress.

Once the little boutique was insight she noticed three fillies waiting, well patiently wasn't the right word for it. But more nervously was the right term, and when they saw her they jumped up and rushed into her path. All three wore worried looks on their faces and had so many questions on their minds, it pained the older unicorn that they had to hear about such dreadful things. They shifted nervously exchanging nervous glances between the three as if not sure how to put to words the questions they had. Till Scootaloo finally looked into her eyes and asked the question.

"Is she .... Is she ok?" the usually brash filly asked with so much concern the unicorn pulled all three close in a comforting hug.

"Yes she's alright...she's sleeping right now." Rarity said feeling them relax slightly in her embrace. Her sister sweetie looked at her with big eyes

"Why did Pinkie do it," she asked looking at her sister whom let out a sigh and looked back at the book in her magical grasp.

"I don't know really... I hope maybe this little book might answer some of that," she said and sweetie reached out a hoof towards it and rarity withdrew the book out of instinct without really knowing why. Her sister looked at her questioningly and rarity could only stare at the little book. The CMC looked at the book silently like something had eaten the words before they could be said. Rarity actually had to shake her head to stop herself from looking at the book any longer.

"Let’s head inside." Rarity said and herded the three young ponies into her home. She moved them into sweetie's room and made sure they all had a proper sleeping arrangement. Rarity took one last look at the book and sat the thing down on her counter with a yawn. Vowing that tomorrow she'd start her investigation into her friend's mind. With her normal nightly ritual done and her nightgown on she wiggled into her bed.

The lights were out and everypony was asleep from such a tiresome day except for poor sweetie who laid awake in her bed. Her mind was swirling with thoughts of miss pinkie and what she did. Though she wasn't quite sure what happened because all the adults we're so darn secretive around kids. All she knew was that Pinkie had hurt herself for some reason. Why would she do that it just didn't make any sense? She huffed and threw off her covers waking Applebloom.

"Sorry Bloom," the little unicorn said as she walked past without looking. The earth pony laid back down and went back to sleep with little fight. But Sweetie belle wondered into the kitchen and looked out the window wanting her questions to be answered. That's when her eyes found the little black book on the counter. She needed something to answer the questions. She reached up and dragged the book of the counter with her front hooves, but it fell to the floor and opened to a random page. Sweetie looked around to make sure she didn't make it much noise. But once her eyes laid onto the pages her heart jumped into her throat. A terrifying Pink scribble in the shape of a pink pony with a knife smiling evilly with sharp shark-like teeth. With two blue scribbles for eyes. The image almost seemed to leap from the Page to attack her. The little fillies’ heart was beating so fast she felt light headed. She yelped once but could not rip her eyes from the page and its horrible illustration.

She turned the horrible page to find another with hasty writing and several stains that looked like tears. It appeared to be mid-scene but the scene put into words horrified her beyond speech and simple thought. Rarity being hurt by an evil pinkie. The inscription made her light headed and she feared that she was going to lose her lunch yet her eyes couldn't leave that horrid page. Finally, her sister perished in that page and with a shaky hoof did she change the page, only to see her name! Finally, her body answered her pleas and she slammed the small book close. Tears flowed from her eyes not only was Rarity in this horrible book it seemed that she was as well.

"But why?" she asked the now cold and empty kitchen it held no comfort for her now. She looked down at the book only for it to be open again with that horrible scribble pinkie to be staring at her the drawing was closer than before. She jumped back and swatted the book closed sliding across the floor to land under the cabinet. She cried softly into her hooves. Her brain burned with more questions why did Pinkie have such horrible thought written and why was she in there. Did she do something wrong to the party thrower? She tried to think of anything yet came up with nothing. Then why? She thought again. She trotted slowly back to her bed a heavy heart and head full of new fears. She hoped that some more sleep might shed more light on the situation.

Sleep came quickly but Peaceful and quite were fair from words to describe it. In her nightmares, a black void filled her head and a single crimson path was all that she had to walk. The path moved like a river but not of water, something thicker moved past her hooves. She walked against the flow of the crimson path. It was some time and the air was becoming hot and hard to breathe. That's when she found the rivers source she fell onto her tiny haunches in fright. A giant version of her sister hung from a piece of fabric that was cutting her flesh as a fountain of red poured from her hanging mouth. Her eyes were dark sockets, her horn was missing nothing but a red fleshy hole that spilled out more for the red river. Sweetie begged for her mind to stop taking in the details but she couldn't stop the scene was too terrible.
The whole gruesome statue shook as a pink scribble hoof reached up and grabbed hold of the white unicorn’s neck. The mouth stretched wider in agony as the pink hoof put more weight onto the already stretched neck. A darker scribble made up the horrible mane as one bright blue eye slowly rose up above the red fountain.

Sweetie backed up shaking violently. The horrid scribble had followed her into her dreams her thoughts were panicky and without focus. The nightmare pinkie slowly raised another hoof which was fused with a silver bladed knife. Plunging it into the side of the unicorn statue causing the river to swell coming up to meet the small unicorn’s barrel. The thick fluid wasn't cold but a sickening warm feeling that made her stomach churn. She turned to run finally regaining control of her little legs. But the thick river made her movements tough and slow she looked back and regretted the decision instantly as the pink nightmare was slowly getting closer to the foal. It stretched its mouth open to form a grin more fitting on a Manticore then any pony. The small white pony was running as fast as the red river allowed her. But she could feel the pink monster catching up by its thunderous hoof steps. She looked back again and saw that the beast was standing on either side of the river and moving unimpeded. This put a thought into her mind and she jumped out of the red river and fell straight into the darkness. She screamed as she fell, before hitting a sudden stop at the bottom of the darkness.

She started to cry she hiccupped and sobbed at the bottom as she looked at the pink nightmare as it started to close in. I'm afraid she kept telling herself. Over and over as it got closer she hid her eyes and waited for it to strike hoping when it did she could wake up from this dream. But something in her gut stopped being twisted and she looked at the Giant creature yet what she saw hadn't changed. Something inside her mind had. This wasn't a Monster, this is Pinkie she wouldn't hurt her. Not the pink she knew. She looked around and could see a small book laying open near her. She looked at the giant creature who seemed to cower at the book. She looked at the little black book again. She reread the same story that had started this nightmare. She reread the same scene that had made her stomach churn and, this time, it didn't and she noticed something she didn't the first time. That her pinkie the one she trusted didn't do anything but cry and watch and that made her close her eyes not in fear but in sadness she then looked back at the monster.... It wasn't a monster what she saw now was a Pinkie with tears in her eyes and being forced to fill a role she wasn't supposed to fill.

The crying pinkie was held up by strings and the knife was taped into her hoof. She walked through the darkness and towards pinkie she reached out a hoof to one of her legs and placed a hoof on it. The strings slowly unwrapped letting the tortured pony free she tore at the tape holding till the knife fell and disappeared. Sweetie looked up at the straight hair party pony and gave her a soft smile telling her that it wasn't her fault. The giant pony laid down and held the little foal and cried as the light surrounded them both. Sweetie woke with tears streaming down her face. She pawed at her eyes and looked out her window at Ponyville General and sent out a silent pray for the pink pony. Who she now had a better understanding for.

Author's Note

Its Been awhile hasn't it......