Cupcakes and scooters.

Scootaloo 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.