Pinkamena looked at the little filly in her arms, and felt the urge to cry. She was beautiful, with her mother's big blue eyes and her own curly pink mane. Atleast when she had a curly pink mane. She was pink. Bright, bubblegum pink. A bright color that could cheer anyone, and she used to be like that.

Pinkamena spent many months alone, in pain both emotionaly and physicaly, and tired. When her baby was born, she was surprised as to how quiet and calm she seemed, anyone who knew Pinkamena would have said she was'nt hers, but Pinkamena knew she was her's. She had been the only good thing to come in her life since granny Pie.

Thinking of Granny Pie made Pinky smile. She was one fun pony. Pinkamena loved her grandma, and she saw alot of her in her baby. But Pinkamena Diane Pie wasn't a mother. Pinkamena knew it, she used to be fun, The life of the party, the comedian. Now she was a monster. Pinkamena looked at the sleeping baby in her arms and felt her eyes water. Was this who she was going to become? Her baby was going to be a monster? A cold hearted killer and cannibal?

She hugged her. Carefull as to not stir the sleeping infant she cradled her in her hoves. She then placed her in the small crib, an antique from the Pie."She needs a name..." Pinky said outloud, as if the grey walls could hear her. To be honest Pinky had been so concerned about the pregnancy she hadn't even thought of the name. What a great mom she was...

"What name should I give you hm?" She said to the sleeping filly. Pinkamena covered the filly's body with a blanket. "Maybe Light... I like Light. Are you my little light?"The filly turned her head and Pinkamena smiled. "You are my little Light. Light... Sugar... Pie."Sugar Pie was her granny's name. A kind, hopefull name for a baby.

Oh, how Pinky hoped they could be toguether...

She let out a sob as she walked away, "No..." Pinky said. "I cant do that to her... Her life would be ruined. "

The walls remained Still. Months of isolation had led Pinky to start talking to the walls. The last time she got out, she fell in love with her victim.

"Spades..." She hummed. "I must do it."She picked up the phone and dialed.

"Ponyville Police department." A monotunous voice answered.

"Evening, officer. You may know me, I am Pinkamena Diane Pie. And I have killed alot of people..."

The line went dead for a second.She then heard the officer yelling curses and orders to track the call.Pinkamena glanced at her baby. "I love you Light" a tear streamed down her cheek. "I love you very much..."
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18 years later...

The pink maned mare groggily looked around her room. "Ugh..." She complained. "Great." She rubbed her eyes with her hoove and looked at the clock. Fantastic, it was four in the morning. She yawned lazily and rose from her bed. She walked to her mirror and tried her best to fix her hair. It was messy and short, just the way she liked it.
Light opened the door and walked downstairs. She heard her sister's favorite song playing loudly. It wasnt a good song, especially after you hear it evereyday.

Her mother was levitating a plate of buttermilk pancakes to where Sapphire was sitting. She was wearing a silk robe, not surprising for her mother the fashionista.

"Morning darling!" Mom said. Light smiled and sat in the chair next to Saphire.

"Morning mom, I love the robe." Sapphire levitated the maple syrup to her pancake, pouring it gleefully.

"Isnt it a charm? Guess who made it." Saphire giggled, she always asked that."It was you wasnt it?" Light asked grabbing a pancake.Mom smiled. "I am Rarity! A very talented fashion designer with an eye for-"

"For good taste." The sisters said in unison. "We know..."

Rarity laughed. "Oh Light darling, Palette called, she said there was something important to show you."

Light smiled and sighed. "Did she say what it was?"

"It was Palette, she explained in detail how awesome it was. You know her, she is such an enthusiastic pony."

Saphire snorted."Palette is very random, but she's fun. By the way does she still have her hair covered in paint?"

"Duh." Light said

The sisters laughed joyfully. Rarity rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen to get the orange juice.It was then that Light saw a bundle of letters in the table. "Huh? Sapph, when did these come in?"

Saphire shruged in the middle of a bite of pancake. Light reached out to grab one, but she never made it. Mom levitated the letters quickly to her robe's pocket.

"Oh dear don't worry! Those where only the water bill and cupons for the spa, nothing big."Somehow, and Light couldnt explain how, she knew her mother was lying. She sat back, taking a glance at Sapphire's cutie mark, it was a swirl of hair and a comb, reflecting her sister's talent for hairdressing. Light sighed, looking down at her flank.

"Hey, dont worry. I heard Evergreen Picket say that if you get your cutie mark later then you will become better at your talent. Of course he was wearing that awefull hairstyle that had-" Light spaced out. When her sister started rambling like that it was imposible to make her stop.

Instead she went to the kitchen, determined to find out about those letters.

Author's Note

This is my first fanfic, the idea came up to me after looking at a picture of Pinkamena Diane Pie in a straight jacket.
I have all the characters planmed out, and huge plot twists.
I love plot twists, I mean the way they manage to screw with everyone!