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"Time for the last r-" The trap door burst open. On the other side, stood a glowing white mare. Her mane blazed with fire, and her eye's blood shot.  On her flank, was a circle of fire. Behind her, were about a hundred guards, dressed in the gold armor meant for the Royal Guard,

"Pinkamena Diane Pie! You are under arrest, and charged with the murder of my little ponies!" As the sun goddess' horn glowed, her magic enveloped the party pony. Pinkie began to struggle, but was no match for the golden glow around her. She then noticed her victim. Limp, pale, bloody, and unconscious. As Pinkamena faded, Pinkie began to scream.

Guard's began to pour in. Each one began to look green the moment the could smell the rotten flesh. Quickly the unicorn's used there magic to levitate the bucket of rainbow dash's body part's. There stomach's churned as they caught sight of the mare herself. Her wing's were torn off, and her mane frazzled and burned. Her cutie mark's were cut out and, she had a big chunk of muscle in her leg missing. A scrawny, green as grass, unicorn stallion lost his lunch.

"I want you to search every inch of this building, interrogate Mrs. ad Mr. Cake, and I want Captain Armour himself to inspect every piece of evidence until I come back. That is an order!"

An ambulance speed to the royal Canterlot hospital. They didn't have time for Ponyville's, they needed the best. Inside was an unconscious Pegasus, a crying mare wrapped in a golden glow, two princess' and seven very sick looking guards.

The last thing I saw was Celestia wrapping my killer in her gold magic.

My eye's open. I'm in a tunnel. My wounds are healed.

"Hello? Anypony there?" Nothing. I'm alone. I stand and begin the journey through the tunnel. White. That's all I see, is white.

Where am I? What am I? Who am I? Do I even exist? How old am I? Do I have an age? Why am I here? I have forgotten everything. As I continue my journey, hope begins to fade, like water under the sun on June 21st. The passage goes on for as far as the eye can see. Maybe more. Each step take's away any hope of the end. I begin to run short of breath. I hear a faint sound.

"I'm... so... sorry... forgive... Dash..."

As Pinkie Pie was dragged out of the ambulance, and into a Royal police carriage she uttered a finale plea for forgiveness to her Pegasus friend.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me Dashie..." The doors close and she is left in the dark. Eternity went by. Pinkie thought they were going to let her die in the carriage. Pain. A sharp pain begins to fill her chest. It burns like a thousand sun's. Then it tightens and swells. Hot tears stream down her face as she remember's her friend. Mutilated, burned, cut up, and sick. As second turn into minutes, minutes into hours and hours into eternity, the party pony cries. She let it kill so many ponies. She let it have what it desired. She should have done this long ago. Taking her hoof cuff's, she wrap's them around her throat. Before death reach's her, light fill's the carriage.

Celestia open's the door. Pinkie is choking herself, crying and looking crumpled. She look's like she just saw a ghost, as she mumble's nonsense.

"I'm so... sorry Dashie... Pinkie didn't want... Pinkamena to take over... She didn't want to let her... have what she desired... Pinkie should... have done this long ago... I'm sorry..." The princess look's at the serial killer. She knew death was not necessary. This pony looked genuinely sorry, and angry at herself. No, a mental facility will do. The pony will die there.

I sit down. I probably have all the time in the world to make it to the end, if there is an end. I have already learned one thing about myself. I hate being in boring place's, and this was deathly boring. Instead, I try to recall memories. All I can remember is the face of a pink pony. Pinana dia Pe? Pini pe? No. That's not right. I'll just go with, the pink killer. Yes that will go nicely. Now I try to remember other things. I remember flying. The air brushing through my rainbow mane. Progress. Eating hay fries. Blur's of ponies kicking tree's. An orange and purple blur. Necklace's and a big crown thingy. Suddenly, a name cross' my mind. Rainbow Danger Dash...

The pink mare sit's in the white, plush room. Her white jacket pins her hooves to her torosso. The normally frizzy mane, now a certain of almost gray pink. Her fur stained with tears. She was a murderer, yet she was alive. The sentence for murder was death, so why was she in a straight jacket? A quite, giggle escapes her pursed lip's. Then a manically laugh. She smile's, her pupil's turn into pin pricks as they stay far away from each other. Pinkamena Diane Pie. She owed it to her parent's. They taught her how to kill. How to bake. How to open the gate's to Tartarus.

Away in a madhouse, confined to my bed

From visions and nightmares that filled me with dread

The Doctor has sweetly inserted a probe

To sever completely my prefrontal lobe

Electroshock therapy, mind-numbing pills:

They change my behavior to cure all my ills

I love Arkham Asylum, my own padded cell

I'll stay here forever, for outside it's Hell