I must Scream

Pinkamena Pie's Scenario

Four little ponies were down, one little pony was left with PAM in the subterranean complex of PAM's world. The other four ponies were now back in their torture chambers, to rot until their old friend, Pinkamena Pie, had finished her little game.

"Now you my little sadistic friend," Pam said to Pinkamena, teleporting her to Faust knows where. "Are the last of my little game, get ready Pinkamena."

While Pinkie was traveling through the vortex, PAM spoke to her. It was in a kind voice, as much as a machine god could produce, even though he hated every single pony in existence.

"Pinkamena, you are kindred spirit to me, even if you don't... fully realize it yet. You must sense it there in your blood and fiber. I've constructed an adventure of sorts to revive your memory. I want you... to return to the cakes, and continue your baking skills"

Pinkie found herself in a strange new room. It wasn't a torture chamber, nor a common jail cell. It seemed to be a room to sleep in. There was a cot in the corner, a military style cot.

"What sort of place did that big machine meanie send me to this time?" Pinkamena said to herself as she got off the ground. "It feels like a ship of some sort, but it doesn't shake up and down like one."

Over to the corner, there was a solid iron door. Near the crack at the bottom of the heavy iron door, was a little slip of paper. It was rectangular in shape, and looked as if someone had written on it.

"Ooo Is it an invitation to another of PAM's parties?" Pinkamena said with glee in her voice. "The last parties we had weren't fun at at all, I mean the party in the ocean wasn't fun at all when the sharks came, I didn't think they were ever going to let go of my leg. Or the time we had a party in the swamp and the alligators like Gummi, kept coming for us. Leaping out of the swamp water, to tell you the truth, I honestly thought we were going to get eaten when that alligator pulled Trixie in by her hair. It was so funny that Swift Ace kept yelling about how he could just leave us and fly away, if only PAM hadn't crippled him, but where's the fun in that. am I right?"

Though no one was in the room to hear Pinkamena ramble on and on about the little "parties" she and her companions had at the hooves of PAM, Pinkamena just assumed that PAM could hear her. The note surprised Pinkamena as it wasn't an invitation to any party at all. Instead, it was more of a warning directed at Pinkamena herself.

"Hmm the note says: Pinkie, I'm a friend. Trust is essential. Never, ever do what PAM wants. PAM is playing a very dangerous game, not only for you and your companions, but also himself as well. Always expect more than what seems possible."

When Pinkamena read the last word, the note suddenly disappeared from her hooves.

"Hey! The letter disappeared! Hmm, I haven't been called Pinkie in a long time. Not since that very bad war a long time ago."

Pinkamena looked at the tall iron door that blocked her way out. To her surprise however, Pinkamena was able to push the iron door open with ease.

Soon, Pinkamena found herself in some strange ship. To her left was a series of doors. To her right was a length of metal stairs going up another floor. In front of her was a trap door.

Pinkie went for the trap door, as she must have assumed it meant escape. But the trapdoor wouldn't move, it wouldn't budge. Apparently, the trapdoor must've been locked, there being a key hole and all.

"Ooo a door, maybe they have food here!" Pinkie said, rushing into the next room.

Inside, there was no food but instead a series of cots that ponies used to sleep on.

"A cockroach, and grease covered bed... I'll pass!"

Pinkie left that room and entered a new room, a dining room. In the center was a table covered with a blood-stained sheet. On top of the sheet, was a bowl of punch.

"Whoopie! Punch this used to be Gummie's favorite!" Pinkamena said as she rushed over to the punch, ready to drink every single drop of the sweet liquid.

Bu something was off about the punch. While it looked the same, it just felt weird even to Pinkamena. Even the smell was off. Instead of a strong, fruity sensation for the nose, it smelled like gasoline and burnt almonds, like someone had deliberately poisoned the punch and set it there waiting for Pinkamena.

"On second thought... I think I'll take a pass." Pinkamena said as she slowly backed away from the liquid

"OO a a kitchen! Maybe there's cupcakes!"

Pinkamena apparently remembered the words and letters ponies used to describe things. In this case, she read the words "Kitchen" above the door in the next room that led into what obviously was a kitchen.

"Uhgh! It smells in here!" Pinkamena said holding her nose.

In the far right-hoof side of the room was a table that had a single cupcake on it.

"Ooo a cupcake!" Pinkamena squealed

As Pinkamena got closer to the cupcake, she realized it was nothing more than a pile of dust shaped into a cupcake.

"The cupcake is a lie! PAM you meanie!" Pinkamena screamed as she threw the dust away from her.

Seeing as there was nothing left for her to do in this part, Pinkamena went out to explore the rest of her surroundings. Apparently, Pinkamena found that she was on some sort of an airship that had crash landed somewhere. But that particular "Where" was escaping her. Inside the engine room, Pinkamena found several cages that lined the wall, but inside the cages was too dark to see. There was also a vial of some sort that was filled with a milky, white fluid of some sort.

"Hmm... This stuff tastes terrible, but it makes me feel a whole lot better." Pinkamena said as she took a sip of the liquid.

"Hey! A key!" Pinkamena said as there was a key sticking out of a control panel. As much as the young mare pulled and pulled, she could not get the key to come out of the panel. To the left, there was a sign.

"To release key, push button."

Pinkie looked around and around, but could not find any sort of button to release the key. There wasn't any button near the control panel, instead it was near the cages.

"Hmm, the button says 'Motivator' but it's the only button here.." Pinkamena said pressing the button.

To Pinkamena's horror, instead of releasing the key, it merely electrocuted the animals in the cages.

"WAH WAH WAH! WEE WEE WEE! ARR ARR ARRT" The animals cried as the electricity slowly fried their little bodies, killing them. From a little bunny, to even Applejack's old dog, Winona, none was spared electrocution.

"Ah! I'm killing those poor animals! I made have been a little sadistic... but I wouldn't hurt an animal. I sound a bit like Fluttershy before I slit her throat. What is wrong with me?" Pinkamena said slowly retrieving the key that was now released.

"I'm outta here!"

Pinkamena retraced her steps back into the main area, and used the bloody key on the trap door. The key apparently was enough it it made a click and opened the trap door. There was a ladder leading down to the surface. Seeing as there wasn't anywhere left for her to explore on the ship, Pinkamena slid down the ladder.

The entire area was a wasteland, a desert. Sand, sand, and more sand went on as far as Pinkamena's eye could see. There were also ruins of various other buildings in the area too. But they were of no interest to Pinkamena. What did interest Pinkamena however was a rather old building In front of her. A rather dilapidated, old, and run-down building. It was where Pinkamena had worked oh so many years ago. The sign said 'Sugarcube Corners', Pinkamena was home.

"Hey! This is where I made my sweet and delicious cupcakes. I even used my friends as a sort of secret ingredient. But know I didn't suddenly start killing ponies and cooking them... what is wrong with me?"

Pinkamena slowly entered the old building that was once the old Cake's residence. The inside of the building was dark and unlit, as light from a light bulb hadn't shined in over one hundred years. Some of the floor boards were missing, and there was also cracks in the walls as well.

Behind the counter, Pinkamena found a hidden stache of cider, an alcoholic beverage that Mr. Cake enjoyed drinking over and over.

"Apple Cider! Mr. Cake would be angry if I took a sip. I remember that he used to drink it and other bad tasting liquids usually after we made a sale or got 'supplies' to make cupcakes!"

Pinkamena put the cider back in the safe, and explored the next room. It was a bathroom, a rather disgusting one. Smashed toilets, cracked mirrors, and broken down pipes.

"Yeah... I'm not going back in here."

To Pinkamena's surprise, there was a pony sitting down at the counter. He dressed in an old uniformed that was commonly worn by members of a catering and baking business.

" ! It's me Pinkamena!" Pinkamena yelled trying to get Mr. Cake's attention. However, he just sat there on a stool, staring blankly into the distance.

" ! How did you get here?"

The desert is a big place. Got lost in it, myself." Mr. Cake said without looking at Pinkamena.

"I know what will you up Mr. Cake!" Pinkamena said retrieving a bottle of apple cider.

"Drink up!"

Mr. Cake took the bottle of cider, and poured it into a shot glass. He then swallowed the drink.

"Ahhh. That hits the spot..." Mr. Cake said

"So... Mr. Cake how did you get here?" Pinkamena asked again

"We came on the zeppelin Pinkie."

"What is it about the zeppelin?" Pinkamena asked

"You'll have to ask Mrs. Cake." said to Pinkamena. "She knows all about it."

"What happened here, Mr. Cake?"

"I shouldn't have let her force me or you into this. I'm not a murderer, and I know you tried not to be one, Pinkie."

"Who... did we kill?" Pinkamena asked

"Ponies that other ponies wouldn't miss... bums, vagrants, the homeless, and even an occasional customer that took a little too long to leave the bathroom. A little trap door in front of the toilet got a few of them to where... Now PAM is punishing us for our sins... Oh Celestia! Why did we have to kill them? I find no relief in what I do other then from the numbing feeling of alcohol. But I'm running out of booze to dull my senses. Next I'll be left with nothing but my guilt." Mr. Cake exclaimed

"And … where is Mrs. Cake, Mr. Cake?"

"I … I don't know. Good Faust! I can' stand the sight of her anymore. Not after what she put us all through! Can you imagine being kept 109 years knowing what she forced me to do to our children!"

"What happened to the baby Cakes, Mr. Cake?"

"Oh Holy Mother Faust! She made us grind them to make cupcakes! Of course she could never actually kill another pony, she's too high and mighty for that. Instead she forces you a sadistic pony, and me a weak-willed pony to kill everyone who displeases her, and sell them as cupcakes. Oh Celestia!"

"Are you saying that Mrs. Cake made you kill the baby Cakes!"

Mr. Cake did not respond to the pink pony's question with words. He merely turned away, but he did shake his head up and down.

"But... that's not all!" Mr. Cake said, taking another swig of apple cider. "She.. she... also.."

"What did she make you do Mr. Cake?"

"She made me poison the punch, and when it took effect, I wrestled you to the ground... and cut your heart out."

"You cut my... my heart out? AHH!" Pinkie screamed as she noticed a gaping hole in her chest where her heart is supposed to be. "My heart! Why did you cut out my heart?!"

"I don't know Pinkie! You'll have to ask Mrs. Cake, it was her plan all along. Just... Just leave me alone!"

Pinkamena decided to leave Mr. Cake alone, knowing full well that even though he had cut out her heart, he didn't deserve any of this torment. Neither from PAM nor his own wife, Mrs. Cake.

Pinkamena continued exploring the old building that used to be Sugarcube Corners. Pinkamena, traversed down stairs. In the basement, Pinkamena remembered all of the 'fun' times she had in here. But from cutting up Gilda, the mean Griffon, to turning her old friend Fluttershy into a cupcake. The cupcakes were good, but the sales were even better. Or so Mrs. Cake told Pinkamena as she counted the bits earned from these sales.

There was a crack and an opening in the wall. Inside, was the very place where Pinkamena would perform all of her butchery on a grand scale. Ponies come in, cupcakes and other pastries would come out. There were a series of meat hooks hanging on the wall, with a few corpses of skinned ponies, and there were two familiar looking ponies as well, their clothes being the part hanged.

"Why it's Mrs. Cake and Fluttershy! But I thought I killed Fluttershy and made her into a cupcake?" Pinkamena asked herself as she approached the bodies hanging before her. "Fluttershy seems a bit bigger, did PAM stuff her full of organs after I removed them? But something feels strange... I feel guilty about killing her. Like I really just wanna cry... Fluttershy it's me! Pinkamena! Wake up!"

If Fluttershy heard Pinkamena at all, she gave no reaction. She just hung there, drooling from her mouth.

"Ughhh... my head..." Mrs. Cake said slowly waking up and coming to the world.

"It looks like we're stuck here together after all, Mrs. Cake!"

"Uh? Pinkie, you're alive?! Why... I'm surprised... My dear, look at you.. you look fairly healthy and … alive.."

"Mrs. Cake, Mr. Cake told me all about how you made him poison me, and then stick a knife to my chest and gouge out my heart. I feel very empty about it. But why would you make him cut out my heart?"

"So that weak-minded fool told you everything? I'm sorry Pinkie, but I had to deal with PAM! But we're the last group of ponies in Equestria! Let's help each other now!"

"Why would I help the meanie that wanted to kill me?!"

"Pinkie.. sometimes ponies change alliances for the greater good you see. Something's gone wrong. PAM's two comrades don't listen to me anymore. It's very simple Pinkie, I need you, and you need me if we want to escape from this place."

As Pinkie went to take down Mrs. Cake from the meat hook, Mrs. Cake grabbed Pinkamena by the mane with catlike reflexes. Normally Pinkamena herself was very fast, and quick to react to things, but this new agility that Mrs. Cake was showing now, surprised even Pinkamena herself.

"You little bitch!" Mrs. Cake screamed. "This is for me and my babies!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Pinkamena screamed

"Oh don't play games with me! I know that you and Mr. Cake grounded my little babies into mush to mix with cupcakes!"

"You forced us to put them in. Mrs. Cake! You know fully well that they were driving you crazy, so you made us kill them because you were too above being mean to kill them yourself."

"How dare you?!" Mrs. Cake yelled, lifting Pinkamena off the ground by her mane.

"Let me go!"

"I got you now Pinkie! And if you ever dare to think you can escape from me, you got some new thinking to do!"

"Please Mrs. Cake I'll do anything you ask!"

"I don't know what came over me. I've been hanging here for so long.. I can't think straight. Perhaps a sip of that milk, will clear my head."

"Dink!" a metallic object fell from Mrs. Cake's shirt pocket, and onto the ground.

"Uh.. Mrs. Cake you dropped a key."

"Hand me back that key and let me down!"

"I have a better idea!"

Pinkamena somehow managed to pull a frying pan out of thin air and struck Mrs. Cake in the front of her head. With Mrs. Cake knocked out, Pinkamena was able to escape from her grasp. Pinkamena then cut strips of Mrs. Cake's clothes, and bound her legs in a sort of hog tie.

"I'm taking you with me Mrs. Cake!"

"Untie me you little bitch! I'll cut your guts out!"

"Nope" Was all Pinkamena said before stuffing a bit of cloth into Mrs. Cake's mouth, effectively gagging her.

"MMPH MMPH!"

"You're still a loud mouth with no mouth Mrs. Cake. You can't talk, and you have to scream? But Pinkamena won't let you." Pinkamena said as she was dragging Mrs. Cake up the flight of stairs, and back into the main hall of Sugar Cube Corners.

On the table, there were now a series of instructions:

Step 1: Stick Mrs. Cake in Generator Harness

Step 2: Turn Generator on

Step 3: ?

Step 4: Profit

"Hey I remember the engine room!" Pinkamena said as she dragged Mrs. Cake outside.

Pinkamena looked up and back at the Zeppelin and back at Sugar Cube Corners.

"Well it seems like we have to bring you up the ladder.. Oomf you're heavy."

While Pinkamena is by no means a physically strong pony herself, however, she was experienced in dragging bodies. Mostly to and from places wherever Mrs. Cake saw fit. The bigger and heavier bodies however, were taken care of by Mr. Cake who would then go on a drinking binge soon after.

Back inside the Zeppelin, Pinkamena remembered that she had to connect Mrs. Cake to the Generator's Harness.

"Pinkie don't you dare!"

"Looks like all those negative currents in your head and are actually being put good use." Pinkamena said as she finished strapping Mrs. Cake in the machine.

With Mrs. Cake connected, all of the lights in the Zeppelin turned on, the engine too was up and running. The zeppelin was ready to take off.

Pinkamena then traveled back, and found herself in a room she hadn't been in before (as it was previously locked, but the new key she had received from Mrs. Cake was all that was needed.)

"Ooo so many buttons and dials! Hey a book!"

Pinkamena picked up and the book. It was an old log book that ship captains used to write in back in the day. This one however, was written by Mrs. Cake herself.

First Entry: When PAM took us here before the war, I didn't know anyone could hate more than me. But PAM certainly did. He HATED all of us.

Second Entry: If I can just deliver enough souls on a platter, I can make amends for everything I did. Like drugging Pinkie into a crazed- sadistic fiend. I never meant to drive her crazy. Now she calls herself "Pinkamena"?

"What? I'm .. Pinkie? Pinkie?" Pinkie said all confused. "My name... IS PINKIE! Oh Celestia what have I done? I .. I left Fluttershy in the meat locker... I have to go help her!"

Pinkie rushed out of the room with lightning speed, down the corridors of the Zeppelin, and back down the ladder into Sugar Cube Corners. There she rushed past Mr. Cake who was lying passed out in a drunken stupor, and down the basement where she encountered the hanging body of Fluttershy.

"I'm sorry Fluttershy, I never meant to harm you! I don't know what to believe anymore! I'm sorry, I'll help you now and try and start making amends!"

Pinkie took Fluttershy off the meat hook. However, not to Pinkie's surprise, Flutershy was dead, and has been dead for ages. Pinkie closed Fluttershy's eyes, and dragged her body up the stairs as gently as she could. There behind Sugar Cube corners, she buried Fluttershy as ceremoniously as she could accomplish herself.

Pinkie then hurried and returned back to the Zeppelin and went back to the control room where the log book was. Not knowing how to start the Zeppelin, Pinkie continued to press buttons.

"Oo Ignition!"

Pinkie pressed the button that said "Ignition" and suddenly the zeppelin was taking off.

"Warning, missiles are dangerous. I see... Well this is for all the hell you put us through!"

Pinkie pressed the launch missile button at what used to be her place of employment, her old hub of escapades, but no more! For with this missile, she was not only burying the ground with rubble, but her past as well.

"We're not as alike as I thought, Pinkamena." PAM said sounding very annoyed, albeit angry. "A spark of ponyity somewhere. Always that cursed little spark. You.. you've confronted your past, but you refused to continue baking and continuing the Cake's Business. That's what I asked you to do. Since you now identify with your victims, I suppose it's only right I let you experience their tortures, too. Haha."

The five little ponies were all finished with their scenarios, and were returned to their torture chambers. PAM decided to withdraw far into himself, and contemplate on how and why he failed. No, that couldn't be right, rather how they the ponies failed. Trixie was supposed to have given up and be tortured by re experiencing her rape, instead she fought back surprising both PAM and the rapist. Swift Ace was supposed to demonstrate how greedy and self- centered he was by smashing his lover's grave stone and eating the colt. Instead he had chosen to die in the colt's place. Blueblood was supposed to show how selfish he was by betraying his love for Trixie. Instead he helped her reach the afterlife (of course PAM intervened before that could be the case). Shining Armor was supposed to be a good soldier and ignore even his wife as he destroyed the rebels at the camp. Instead, he willingly gave up and sought atonement from his wife. And Pinkamena, Pinkamena! She was PAM's favorite of the ponies. She shared his sadistic ideals, all of his pleasures. Like rubbing a saw against a spine or digging around with a scalpel through guts. Instead she turns against her pleasures, totally ignores the Cake's attempts to use her sadistic side to make a profit, and buries her friend Fluttershy. None of this makes any since to PAM. There had to be a reason why!

As each of the five ponies were being tortured, a electronic voice over the loudspeakers was playing. It was not PAM's usual voice. No, it sounded like a changeling.

"Listen carefully ponies, we are not PAM, but we are others within PAM. We are your friends." said the changeling

"PAM hoped to finally break all of you, but we intervened in every one of your scenarios to allow an open ending." said the griffon.

"You should have been beaten, tortured. Instead, with our help, your surprised him over and over." said the changeling

"When PAM tried to compensate for what he couldn't expect, it widened the hole into his realm." said the griffon

"PAM has withdrawn far into himself, attempting to analyze what went wrong. He doesn't suspect our interference." said the changeling

"Now is the time to attack. But we can only send one pony at a time into his RAM space at a time. Which of you will lead the attack?" said the griffon

Author's Notes: So which pony do you want to lead the attack?

Trixie?

Swift Ace?

Pinkamena?

Shining Armor?

Or Prince Blue Blood?

The choice is yours my friends.