Cupcakes and scooters.by Mineingcreeper11Chaptersthe numbersLaugh at deathThe spoon of lifeWake up scoot's. This is destiny61- Oui, Madam flourthe numbersPinkie checked Tumbler. She saw a post stating, Next time you feel ambitious, host a party, drug them all and tourcher them in front of each other! Pinkie smiled at the idea. Her Boss would approve right?Pinkie ran downstairs and went to the phone.Quickly she dialed the numbers. 049-889-125. She waited. Soon the raspy voice of her boss answered. Pinkamena! How are you? "I was wondering. Maybe could I hold a tourcher party? I need at least two for it." Pinkamena held her breath. Her mind began to process what his answer was. Yes. Happy she thanked him and ran of to her number bucket. Hundred's lay in it just begging to be turned into baked goods. Reaching in she picked up two pieces of paper. 101 and 284. Diamond tiara and Sliver spoon. A wicked smile spread across her face. She was saving 3 of her friends from being bullied. She couldn't wait. She would give them a taste of there own medicine. The plan. Ask them if they want to find new way's to bully all the ponies in Equestria. Take them to the basement. Keep the light's off. Drug them. The rest was as she always did. But she found, flaw's. She didn't want one of them getting bored did she? What she needed was- She shook her head. Nopony wanted to help her. But... She brushed the thought away. She couldn't risk being caught. She skipped to her basement to prepare. Gummy sat in a bowl of Barry -flavored- Punch. He loved the red sticky liquid. She remembered killing the alcoholic earth pony. She still had the sweatshirt she made with the skins. She wished she had Rainbow dash then, she could have made it properly. But the number's choose. Slowly she got the drug's ready. Then her costume. And finally the bullying idea. It had taken her time. The drug made you pass out for an hour. The costume was of pony skin, mint green, with a wig made of Derpy's mane, and a custom cutie mark, a raindrop. The Bully idea was to make fun of the ponies family. Perfect. The big day came for a batch of bully cupcakes and ice cream. Though ice cream wasn't her style, it was the only thing she could make that was eaten with a spoon. Pinkamena pulled on the costume and headed out the door of sugercube corner. Casually she sauntered to the school were fillies were going home. Quickly 'bubblegum raindrop' saw the tiara adorned pink filly. Next to her was the gray one. She could tell that they were angry. Slowly 'bubblegum raindrop' made her way to the two stuck up fillies. "Wanna know a NEW way to bully the ponies of Equestria. I saw you two picking on some fillies and thought maybe I could help." The two looked like they just got introduced to candy. They nodded vigorously wanting more than anything to be the best bullies in Equestria. 'Bubblegum' was surprised that there cutie marks weren't for being bullies. She smiled. "Follow me." They happily trotted behind her. When they reached the sweet shop she stopped. The two still followed her. Inside the costume a wicked smile was plastered onto a pink face. She opened the door and went behind the counter. There lay a trap door only she knew of. The best part was, it was the perfect place for a rug. "Down here. Then we can talk. Do want other ponies to know this?" The fillies looked at eachother and shook there heads. As the trio made there way down the old stone step's it got darker and darker. When at the bottom, pinkie saw her chance. The drug made it's way into the two fillies backs. Then they dropped. Laugh at deathAs Scootaloo came to, she noticed one thing. Laughter. Her eye's flutter open. She was surrounded by dead ponies. Bones, skin, blood, origins etc. It was enough to make her vomit. She heaved and waited for the vomit to finish. She had an empty stomach though. The smell from earlier came back, bringing fresh memories of what happened. Urine, blood, newly added vomit, and death. She realized she was strapped down to a wooden plank. Above her head the words Laughter, Cupcakes and Rainbows were carved neatly in the wood. Below here hooves were R.I.P RD. Rainbow, RD... Rainbow dash! She put the puzzle piece's together. She was going to die in the same place as her now dead idol. "Hey Scootaloo. I'm so happy I could show you this. I'm almost done Diamond Tiara and then I'll show you Silver Spoon! We are going to have SO much fun!" A pink mare stepped in front of the filly. She saw there were new editions to the dress. Tiaras. The mare gave the filly a smile, but then frowned. "Scootlaoo why are you so scared? It's not like I'm giving you the usual treatment. You will learn how to party! But first, we need to bake. To bake we need ingredients. That's why I do this. But I am saving you from this fate, though that I guess is why you might be sad..." The party pony frowned some more and turned to the dark. A light flickered and revealed the rest of the room. An unconscious Silver spoon and a crying, bloody filly. Her cutie marks cut off, her mane ripped right off, and the skin was currently being peeled off. She was soon to be a chunk of meat and bones. Her killer had even taken her tiara away. Scootaloo pitied Diamond Tiara. Nopony should die so horribly. "Diamond, do you believe in karma?" The party pony reached the thighs. She was soon to be finished killing the filly. Diamond looked up. Behind her killer was one of the cutie mark losers. She thought of Scootaloo to be her only chance of life and Justice now. But then she noticed she to was strapped down. "Oh look it's the blank flank crusader pegasi failure! I'm dying with honor. You will never be rem- hey cut that out Bubblegum!" The party pony glared at the bully. "1. Do no pick on her or her friends. 2. She is not going to die. 3. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie!" The party pony had blood lust in her eye's as she carved a big X were the fillies heart should be. With that she separated the muscle and found the thing giving life to her body. With a wicked grin, she ripped it out. "Hahahahaaah!" Pinkamena staired at the chunk of meat. It smelled amazing. She then turned to Silver spoon who had now woken up. "Hey, Sliver. Guess who's gonna be a blank flank now?" Pinkie looked behind her. The orange Pegasi was smiling at the ground. Everything went quiet. "Ha, ha ha hahaha!" Scootaloo had gone mad. She laughed uncontrolably. Every second there made her smile. The decoration's, the blood, the smell, even Rainbow dash's maniquine. She wanted to be there for ever. This made the party pony smile. She sauntered over and freed the filly. She never thought the day would come when somepony enjoyed it. The spoon of lifeScootaloo trotted to the gray filly. She smiled. "Hey Silver spoon! Guess who's gonna be a blank flank NOW?" The orange pegasi grabbed a knife. First she made a deep cut in the skin, going around the cutie mark. Then she ripped it off, repeating the process. Scootaloo looked at the filly. Her first murder. It made her smile. Slowly she went to the ear's. "It's okay, I'm hear." Slowly she stabbed the bully, spinning the knife around over and over. Not a scream could be heard. Sliver spoon, your one tough cookie. Too tough. This made Scootaloo frown. She wanted to see the filly hurt. She then looked at Pinkie. Next to her was a cart of tools. She looked happily. Hack saw's, butcher knives, screwdrivers, scissors, pin's, sewing needles, gag's, match's, thread, etc. She smiled. Grabbing the sewing needles and thread she trotted to Sliver Spoon. Slowly, she stuck one end of the needle into the fillies lip's. Slowly she repeated the process until the filly in front of her had a forced smile. Tear's pricked Silver spoon's eye's. Slowly, the flood gate's opened. She could do nothing but cry. "It's okay Sliver, I'm almost done okay? I just need your bone's. Can you laugh for Scoot's?" The gray filly just kept crying. Scootaloo sighed. This was fun! Nopony should cry! Frowning she looked back to the cart. She grabbed the scissors and smiled. Slowly she sauntered back to the bully. Giggling, she pierced Silver spoon's skin. Slowly, yet carefully she cut the skin. Cries could be heard behind the closed muzzle. She got to the fillies mane. Scootaloo cut off all the hair. Silver spoon's eye's closed. "Pinkie I need her to wake up! Can you help me?" The orange filly pleaded with the mare. Pinkamena smiled. She trotted to the cart and bent down. A box of drug's sat on a platform under the top. Grabbing an adrenaline syringe with her teeth she then trotted back to the young pegasi. Scootaloo placed the needle where Sliver spoon's heart should be. As the drug took affect she smiled at her work. Blood dripped down the filly. Her coat was stained a dark red. Silver spoon's eye's fluttered open. "S-scootaloo. P-p-pinkie? Why w-would you d-do this? I-I'm sorry. Diamond m-made me do so m-many thing's to other p-ponies. I wasn't aloud to N-NOT be h-her friend." Tear's pricked the fillies eye's. Scootaloo began to pity Silver spoon, but grew angry. She knew these were lie's. Quickly she began working on skinning the bully once again. Sliver spoon's glass' now adorned her face as she made her way down to finish the job. With one finale snip she had two halves of a pony skin. Silver spoon lie there breathing heavily. Blood dripped down every were. She was going to bleed out soon. "Silver spoon, I just wanted to let you know. Anypony who hurt's my friend's, will end up on this, very, table. And with that the grey filly shut her eye's. Pinkie began the sowing process. Scootaloo had fainted after she finished Sliver spoon. Pinkie admited that she to was very worn out from her first kill. Pinkie was amazed at how talented Scootaloo was at it. Behind her an orange pegesus slowly resurfaced from the sudden lack of adrenaline. She woke up to a soft humming. She knew the song, but it seemed almost, dark. Yes that's it. The song seemed dark, but her memory recalled a happy tune. As she looked around she took in her surrounding's. Bone's used as table and chair leg's, as well as a frame for a mirror. Orgin's strewn across the wall's like streamer's. Blood caked everything in the dark room. In sloopy, bloody letters, was 'Life is a party!'. Dead ponies sat in a small corner, just barily out of site. A minquine of pink with a tiara on top stood next to a cyan one with a rainbow mane and tale. But what caught her eye was a grey- pink pony with a purple and white wig sitting next to the pink maniquine. The cyan maniquine was an adult mare, but the pink one was just a filly. On the filly maniquine was a grey coat, currently being sowed by non other than Pinkamena Diane Pie. "Oh scootaloo, you're awake! I'm almost done your coat, why don't you look around the room? I want to introduce you to each and every one of my party friends here! The orange pegesus took the offore and began the trot around the room. She found berry punch's coat liying next to a chunk of meet, most likely berry punch herself. A few feet away was a yellow mare with a violite and pink mane. She thought for a few second's. Bon bon. Her hoof was sowed on to a mint green one with a green and white mane. Lyra. She continued on her adventure, the ocasionale recognizable pony. A griffion, a blue unicorn with a white mane, a white filly with a red and white mane. Gilda, Trixie, and Twist. Soon she could hear the voice of a very happy pony. "Scootaloo, I finished the coat!" Glee filled the pegasus filly as she raced over to the two maniquins. Pinkie was carefully taking a grey, bloodstained sweatshirt off of a pink filly sized maniquine. She carfully slipped it over the fillies head. A perfect fit. Wake up scoot's. This is destinyScootaloo was walking sadly to Sugercube corner. Her friends had gone home sick and she got bullied. Again. What she wanted was some cupcakes. She felt maybe diamond and sliver would vanish. Deep down she knew it wasn't true. Tomorrow she would wake up and the two bullies would still be there. What was worse was that a month ago Rainbow dash had gone missing. Buck my life. As she entered she began to hear high pitched screaming. Looking around for the source she came to the counter. Mr.Cake was at the Apple farm for ingredients, Mrs.Cake was sleeping probably (She had the flu) and Pinkie was Celestia know's were (She was supposed be working at the counter). She looked around the counter. Nothing seemed weird. As she was about to leave a pained cry came from the rug. Scootaloo picked it up and tossed it to the side. This gave her slightly clear' scream's. The little pegasi spotted the latch and grabbed it with her teeth tugging on it. Darkness. Scootaloo only met pure, darkness. She heard pained cry's that belonged to none other, than diamond tiara. The smell of Urine, blood, and death entered her nostrils. She liked it. Shaking the thought out of her head she stepped down the cold stone. The screaming stopped. "Hey, wanna join the party? Who is it?" A scared, giggling voice called from beyond the darkness. A pink bundle of fluff appeared. The party mare was covered in blood, her head adorned a tiara. "Hey scoot's, uh, I have something to tell you. Don't be scared." Pinkamena didn't intend to kill Scootaloo. Flashbacks of her father making her kill and eat any friend she had. She didn't want to do it anymore, but she was soaked in it. Fear of what her father would do took over. She was soon hired by, the instistute. They payed her to kill. Two jobs, and a happy father. Soon she began to remember baking with her mother. The only fun in life. That's why she made cupcake's. "Pinkie uh, w-why a-are you covered in b-b-blood-d?" The orange pegasi looked at the pink mare. Her hair was deflated, her puple's smaller than they should be. A dress of cutie marks, horns, and wings. Scootaloo saw the rainbow thunderbolt first. The cyan wings only added to her fear. She found Rainbow dash. The maniquine was covered in blood and stitches. It had no eye's or a cutie mark. The wings were gone as well. Scootaloo wanted to vomit. Her Idol was lost to this, lunatic. "Well... Oh! Care to join me and the new blankflanks? I want to share in the fun!" With that Pinkamena drugged the filly. 61- Oui, Madam flourNumber 61. Pinkie smiled wickedly. Slowly, she made her way to the phone at the front desk. 156-429-8046. She then wait's. A scratchy, angry voice could be heard from the little dot's in the devise. "Who the heck is this?" A mare. "Hello, I'm Pinkie Pie and I was wondering if scootaloo was there?" She then waited, listening to heavy breathing coming from the mare. "Did that little buck do it again. Why you little. Scootaloo! Get over here! Yes mom? what did you do to Pinkie Pie? Nothing." Silence. "Pinkie?" "Hey Scootaloo! Well, you know it's been a week since we got ingredients for baking, so wanna come over?" The party pony smiled knowing she had a partner in crime. A small voice could be heard from afar and then a husky, rusty, scratchy one, that seemed angry. "I... I'm s-so sorry but I can't come t-today. M-m-mom and dad said I can't g-go anywere for a few day's. M-maybe next week?" "Oh... okay then." Pinkie hung up and sat the phone down on the desk. Sighing, she look's down at the piece of paper. 61. Today she was going to let Scootaloo do more than kill. She was gonna help Pinkie make the cupcakes. Oh, and maybe make some frosting to! But now she had to kill. Alone. And bake. Alone. A large frown took over her face as she went up to her room. The room, was, unexpectingly, plane. The wall's were a simple pink, peach color. The furniture, was a solid purple. The floor was covered in confetti, the chairs had balloons, and the walls covered in streamers. It was expected to have an eternal party, multi-colored walls, soft plush seats. And her party supplies. In the far back of the room, a chalk board hung with the names of everypony she knew. If they moved, she wrote where to and got them quickly before they left again. Number's were on the right of everyponies name, and next to the board was a bucket filled with slip's of paper. Each slip had a number, that was for the pony on the board that had been given that number. Each time a pony is eaten by the town, the name is erased and soon replaced by a new one. Scanning the board she find's her target. It was the only one that had never been picked before, thus the name had alway's been there since the beggining. Granny smith.
the numbersPinkie checked Tumbler. She saw a post stating, Next time you feel ambitious, host a party, drug them all and tourcher them in front of each other! Pinkie smiled at the idea. Her Boss would approve right?Pinkie ran downstairs and went to the phone.Quickly she dialed the numbers. 049-889-125. She waited. Soon the raspy voice of her boss answered. Pinkamena! How are you? "I was wondering. Maybe could I hold a tourcher party? I need at least two for it." Pinkamena held her breath. Her mind began to process what his answer was. Yes. Happy she thanked him and ran of to her number bucket. Hundred's lay in it just begging to be turned into baked goods. Reaching in she picked up two pieces of paper. 101 and 284. Diamond tiara and Sliver spoon. A wicked smile spread across her face. She was saving 3 of her friends from being bullied. She couldn't wait. She would give them a taste of there own medicine. The plan. Ask them if they want to find new way's to bully all the ponies in Equestria. Take them to the basement. Keep the light's off. Drug them. The rest was as she always did. But she found, flaw's. She didn't want one of them getting bored did she? What she needed was- She shook her head. Nopony wanted to help her. But... She brushed the thought away. She couldn't risk being caught. She skipped to her basement to prepare. Gummy sat in a bowl of Barry -flavored- Punch. He loved the red sticky liquid. She remembered killing the alcoholic earth pony. She still had the sweatshirt she made with the skins. She wished she had Rainbow dash then, she could have made it properly. But the number's choose. Slowly she got the drug's ready. Then her costume. And finally the bullying idea. It had taken her time. The drug made you pass out for an hour. The costume was of pony skin, mint green, with a wig made of Derpy's mane, and a custom cutie mark, a raindrop. The Bully idea was to make fun of the ponies family. Perfect. The big day came for a batch of bully cupcakes and ice cream. Though ice cream wasn't her style, it was the only thing she could make that was eaten with a spoon. Pinkamena pulled on the costume and headed out the door of sugercube corner. Casually she sauntered to the school were fillies were going home. Quickly 'bubblegum raindrop' saw the tiara adorned pink filly. Next to her was the gray one. She could tell that they were angry. Slowly 'bubblegum raindrop' made her way to the two stuck up fillies. "Wanna know a NEW way to bully the ponies of Equestria. I saw you two picking on some fillies and thought maybe I could help." The two looked like they just got introduced to candy. They nodded vigorously wanting more than anything to be the best bullies in Equestria. 'Bubblegum' was surprised that there cutie marks weren't for being bullies. She smiled. "Follow me." They happily trotted behind her. When they reached the sweet shop she stopped. The two still followed her. Inside the costume a wicked smile was plastered onto a pink face. She opened the door and went behind the counter. There lay a trap door only she knew of. The best part was, it was the perfect place for a rug. "Down here. Then we can talk. Do want other ponies to know this?" The fillies looked at eachother and shook there heads. As the trio made there way down the old stone step's it got darker and darker. When at the bottom, pinkie saw her chance. The drug made it's way into the two fillies backs. Then they dropped.
Laugh at deathAs Scootaloo came to, she noticed one thing. Laughter. Her eye's flutter open. She was surrounded by dead ponies. Bones, skin, blood, origins etc. It was enough to make her vomit. She heaved and waited for the vomit to finish. She had an empty stomach though. The smell from earlier came back, bringing fresh memories of what happened. Urine, blood, newly added vomit, and death. She realized she was strapped down to a wooden plank. Above her head the words Laughter, Cupcakes and Rainbows were carved neatly in the wood. Below here hooves were R.I.P RD. Rainbow, RD... Rainbow dash! She put the puzzle piece's together. She was going to die in the same place as her now dead idol. "Hey Scootaloo. I'm so happy I could show you this. I'm almost done Diamond Tiara and then I'll show you Silver Spoon! We are going to have SO much fun!" A pink mare stepped in front of the filly. She saw there were new editions to the dress. Tiaras. The mare gave the filly a smile, but then frowned. "Scootlaoo why are you so scared? It's not like I'm giving you the usual treatment. You will learn how to party! But first, we need to bake. To bake we need ingredients. That's why I do this. But I am saving you from this fate, though that I guess is why you might be sad..." The party pony frowned some more and turned to the dark. A light flickered and revealed the rest of the room. An unconscious Silver spoon and a crying, bloody filly. Her cutie marks cut off, her mane ripped right off, and the skin was currently being peeled off. She was soon to be a chunk of meat and bones. Her killer had even taken her tiara away. Scootaloo pitied Diamond Tiara. Nopony should die so horribly. "Diamond, do you believe in karma?" The party pony reached the thighs. She was soon to be finished killing the filly. Diamond looked up. Behind her killer was one of the cutie mark losers. She thought of Scootaloo to be her only chance of life and Justice now. But then she noticed she to was strapped down. "Oh look it's the blank flank crusader pegasi failure! I'm dying with honor. You will never be rem- hey cut that out Bubblegum!" The party pony glared at the bully. "1. Do no pick on her or her friends. 2. She is not going to die. 3. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie!" The party pony had blood lust in her eye's as she carved a big X were the fillies heart should be. With that she separated the muscle and found the thing giving life to her body. With a wicked grin, she ripped it out. "Hahahahaaah!" Pinkamena staired at the chunk of meat. It smelled amazing. She then turned to Silver spoon who had now woken up. "Hey, Sliver. Guess who's gonna be a blank flank now?" Pinkie looked behind her. The orange Pegasi was smiling at the ground. Everything went quiet. "Ha, ha ha hahaha!" Scootaloo had gone mad. She laughed uncontrolably. Every second there made her smile. The decoration's, the blood, the smell, even Rainbow dash's maniquine. She wanted to be there for ever. This made the party pony smile. She sauntered over and freed the filly. She never thought the day would come when somepony enjoyed it.
The spoon of lifeScootaloo trotted to the gray filly. She smiled. "Hey Silver spoon! Guess who's gonna be a blank flank NOW?" The orange pegasi grabbed a knife. First she made a deep cut in the skin, going around the cutie mark. Then she ripped it off, repeating the process. Scootaloo looked at the filly. Her first murder. It made her smile. Slowly she went to the ear's. "It's okay, I'm hear." Slowly she stabbed the bully, spinning the knife around over and over. Not a scream could be heard. Sliver spoon, your one tough cookie. Too tough. This made Scootaloo frown. She wanted to see the filly hurt. She then looked at Pinkie. Next to her was a cart of tools. She looked happily. Hack saw's, butcher knives, screwdrivers, scissors, pin's, sewing needles, gag's, match's, thread, etc. She smiled. Grabbing the sewing needles and thread she trotted to Sliver Spoon. Slowly, she stuck one end of the needle into the fillies lip's. Slowly she repeated the process until the filly in front of her had a forced smile. Tear's pricked Silver spoon's eye's. Slowly, the flood gate's opened. She could do nothing but cry. "It's okay Sliver, I'm almost done okay? I just need your bone's. Can you laugh for Scoot's?" The gray filly just kept crying. Scootaloo sighed. This was fun! Nopony should cry! Frowning she looked back to the cart. She grabbed the scissors and smiled. Slowly she sauntered back to the bully. Giggling, she pierced Silver spoon's skin. Slowly, yet carefully she cut the skin. Cries could be heard behind the closed muzzle. She got to the fillies mane. Scootaloo cut off all the hair. Silver spoon's eye's closed. "Pinkie I need her to wake up! Can you help me?" The orange filly pleaded with the mare. Pinkamena smiled. She trotted to the cart and bent down. A box of drug's sat on a platform under the top. Grabbing an adrenaline syringe with her teeth she then trotted back to the young pegasi. Scootaloo placed the needle where Sliver spoon's heart should be. As the drug took affect she smiled at her work. Blood dripped down the filly. Her coat was stained a dark red. Silver spoon's eye's fluttered open. "S-scootaloo. P-p-pinkie? Why w-would you d-do this? I-I'm sorry. Diamond m-made me do so m-many thing's to other p-ponies. I wasn't aloud to N-NOT be h-her friend." Tear's pricked the fillies eye's. Scootaloo began to pity Silver spoon, but grew angry. She knew these were lie's. Quickly she began working on skinning the bully once again. Sliver spoon's glass' now adorned her face as she made her way down to finish the job. With one finale snip she had two halves of a pony skin. Silver spoon lie there breathing heavily. Blood dripped down every were. She was going to bleed out soon. "Silver spoon, I just wanted to let you know. Anypony who hurt's my friend's, will end up on this, very, table. And with that the grey filly shut her eye's. Pinkie began the sowing process. Scootaloo had fainted after she finished Sliver spoon. Pinkie admited that she to was very worn out from her first kill. Pinkie was amazed at how talented Scootaloo was at it. Behind her an orange pegesus slowly resurfaced from the sudden lack of adrenaline. She woke up to a soft humming. She knew the song, but it seemed almost, dark. Yes that's it. The song seemed dark, but her memory recalled a happy tune. As she looked around she took in her surrounding's. Bone's used as table and chair leg's, as well as a frame for a mirror. Orgin's strewn across the wall's like streamer's. Blood caked everything in the dark room. In sloopy, bloody letters, was 'Life is a party!'. Dead ponies sat in a small corner, just barily out of site. A minquine of pink with a tiara on top stood next to a cyan one with a rainbow mane and tale. But what caught her eye was a grey- pink pony with a purple and white wig sitting next to the pink maniquine. The cyan maniquine was an adult mare, but the pink one was just a filly. On the filly maniquine was a grey coat, currently being sowed by non other than Pinkamena Diane Pie. "Oh scootaloo, you're awake! I'm almost done your coat, why don't you look around the room? I want to introduce you to each and every one of my party friends here! The orange pegesus took the offore and began the trot around the room. She found berry punch's coat liying next to a chunk of meet, most likely berry punch herself. A few feet away was a yellow mare with a violite and pink mane. She thought for a few second's. Bon bon. Her hoof was sowed on to a mint green one with a green and white mane. Lyra. She continued on her adventure, the ocasionale recognizable pony. A griffion, a blue unicorn with a white mane, a white filly with a red and white mane. Gilda, Trixie, and Twist. Soon she could hear the voice of a very happy pony. "Scootaloo, I finished the coat!" Glee filled the pegasus filly as she raced over to the two maniquins. Pinkie was carefully taking a grey, bloodstained sweatshirt off of a pink filly sized maniquine. She carfully slipped it over the fillies head. A perfect fit.
Wake up scoot's. This is destinyScootaloo was walking sadly to Sugercube corner. Her friends had gone home sick and she got bullied. Again. What she wanted was some cupcakes. She felt maybe diamond and sliver would vanish. Deep down she knew it wasn't true. Tomorrow she would wake up and the two bullies would still be there. What was worse was that a month ago Rainbow dash had gone missing. Buck my life. As she entered she began to hear high pitched screaming. Looking around for the source she came to the counter. Mr.Cake was at the Apple farm for ingredients, Mrs.Cake was sleeping probably (She had the flu) and Pinkie was Celestia know's were (She was supposed be working at the counter). She looked around the counter. Nothing seemed weird. As she was about to leave a pained cry came from the rug. Scootaloo picked it up and tossed it to the side. This gave her slightly clear' scream's. The little pegasi spotted the latch and grabbed it with her teeth tugging on it. Darkness. Scootaloo only met pure, darkness. She heard pained cry's that belonged to none other, than diamond tiara. The smell of Urine, blood, and death entered her nostrils. She liked it. Shaking the thought out of her head she stepped down the cold stone. The screaming stopped. "Hey, wanna join the party? Who is it?" A scared, giggling voice called from beyond the darkness. A pink bundle of fluff appeared. The party mare was covered in blood, her head adorned a tiara. "Hey scoot's, uh, I have something to tell you. Don't be scared." Pinkamena didn't intend to kill Scootaloo. Flashbacks of her father making her kill and eat any friend she had. She didn't want to do it anymore, but she was soaked in it. Fear of what her father would do took over. She was soon hired by, the instistute. They payed her to kill. Two jobs, and a happy father. Soon she began to remember baking with her mother. The only fun in life. That's why she made cupcake's. "Pinkie uh, w-why a-are you covered in b-b-blood-d?" The orange pegasi looked at the pink mare. Her hair was deflated, her puple's smaller than they should be. A dress of cutie marks, horns, and wings. Scootaloo saw the rainbow thunderbolt first. The cyan wings only added to her fear. She found Rainbow dash. The maniquine was covered in blood and stitches. It had no eye's or a cutie mark. The wings were gone as well. Scootaloo wanted to vomit. Her Idol was lost to this, lunatic. "Well... Oh! Care to join me and the new blankflanks? I want to share in the fun!" With that Pinkamena drugged the filly.
61- Oui, Madam flourNumber 61. Pinkie smiled wickedly. Slowly, she made her way to the phone at the front desk. 156-429-8046. She then wait's. A scratchy, angry voice could be heard from the little dot's in the devise. "Who the heck is this?" A mare. "Hello, I'm Pinkie Pie and I was wondering if scootaloo was there?" She then waited, listening to heavy breathing coming from the mare. "Did that little buck do it again. Why you little. Scootaloo! Get over here! Yes mom? what did you do to Pinkie Pie? Nothing." Silence. "Pinkie?" "Hey Scootaloo! Well, you know it's been a week since we got ingredients for baking, so wanna come over?" The party pony smiled knowing she had a partner in crime. A small voice could be heard from afar and then a husky, rusty, scratchy one, that seemed angry. "I... I'm s-so sorry but I can't come t-today. M-m-mom and dad said I can't g-go anywere for a few day's. M-maybe next week?" "Oh... okay then." Pinkie hung up and sat the phone down on the desk. Sighing, she look's down at the piece of paper. 61. Today she was going to let Scootaloo do more than kill. She was gonna help Pinkie make the cupcakes. Oh, and maybe make some frosting to! But now she had to kill. Alone. And bake. Alone. A large frown took over her face as she went up to her room. The room, was, unexpectingly, plane. The wall's were a simple pink, peach color. The furniture, was a solid purple. The floor was covered in confetti, the chairs had balloons, and the walls covered in streamers. It was expected to have an eternal party, multi-colored walls, soft plush seats. And her party supplies. In the far back of the room, a chalk board hung with the names of everypony she knew. If they moved, she wrote where to and got them quickly before they left again. Number's were on the right of everyponies name, and next to the board was a bucket filled with slip's of paper. Each slip had a number, that was for the pony on the board that had been given that number. Each time a pony is eaten by the town, the name is erased and soon replaced by a new one. Scanning the board she find's her target. It was the only one that had never been picked before, thus the name had alway's been there since the beggining. Granny smith.
