The lights turned on with a resounding boom followed by the dull hum of fluorescent lights. Rainbow Dash blinked, temporarily blinded by the bright lights suddenly turning on above her. As her vision cleared, she attempted to assess her situation. Upon first impression, she seemed to be strapped down, spread-eagle, in an operating room, then she noticed the many tools next to her, both surgical and sadistic. Needles and various knives were also positioned above her, attached to robotic arms. Metal restraints held down her 4 legs tightly to the table on which she lay.
Dash heard a groan next to her and looked over. She gasped as she saw Pinkie laying there, also strapped down. Her hair was deflated and she had small cuts all over her body.
“Pinkie!” Dash whispered urgently, her voice barely a rasp due to her throat’s dryness, “Pinkie!”
Pinkie looked over, her eyes wide with fear, and her pupils so small they were barely visible.
“Dash!” She exclaimed, sounding relieved and terrified at the same time, “You’re awake! We have to escape! Gilda-”
“Did I hear my name?” Gilda cawed, walking into the room. Her face was splattered with what seemed to be fresh blood. “Oh, so it seems you’re awake now, Dashie! So, what has Pinkie told you yet?” Gilda questioned.
“Nothing, yet,” Dash responded, scared by Gilda’s appearance, “What’s going on? Why am I strapped down? Why do you have blood on your face? Why is Pinkie all cut-”
“Shut up!” Gilda shrieked, “I can’t concentrate with all those fucking questions! As for what’s going on, well, we’re going to have some fun!”
“Now, Gilda,” Dash said, “I know we used to be good friends, but-”
“NOT THAT KIND OF FUN!” Gilda exclaimed, blushing, causing Pinkie to giggle and blush too. “Shut up!” Gilda yelled, slashing her claws across Pinkie’s cheek, “Your laugh is so annoying!” Pinkie whimpered and shrunk back.
“Now,” Gilda sighed, exasperatedly, “As I was trying to say, we’re going to have some fun. Well, mostly me. You guys are going to stay here strapped down, and I’m going to murder you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Pinkie and Dash were terrified and just sat there staring in horror.
“Well,” Gilda said, “If there’s no argument, then let’s get started.” Gilda began to bring a knife down toward Dash.
“Okay, Gilda,” Dash said, laughing nervously, “Very funny, now the joke’s over. Ya got me!”
“It’s not a prank!” Gilda yelled, plunging the knife into Dash’s wing, “I’m tired of those stupid things!”
Dash screamed in agony as blood sprayed out from the wound and onto Gilda’s face. Gilda sighed in delight as she let the blood hit her tongue. “This is so good,” She sighed, “So much better than that filly’s blood from before.”
“F-filly’s blood?” Dash stammered in horror.
“Yeah,” Gilda said nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t drinking blood, “What was her name? Toot-a-loo? Scooterloop?”
“Scootaloo…” Dash said, choking up. Scootaloo had gone missing around two months ago and been proclaimed dead recently. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle had cried for hours when they heard the news.
“Yeah,” Gilda replied, “That’s her name. That kid worships you, ya know? She kept saying how you were gonna “Beat the shit outta me.” By the way, Dash, you really need to stop swearing around kids. I’m pretty sure she learned that word from you. Huh, some role model. But, yeah, she just gave up in the end, but after a pretty good fight. She would have been an excellent flyer once her wings developed more. You know, I really hate it when my victims just give up. Less blood, and all. That’s why I made these,” She said, tapping the metal cuffs used to strap Dash down, “They shock whoever’s in them, see.” She pulled a lever on the wall, sending a strong current through the two ponies. Their screams filled the air, causing Gilda to clap her hands in delight.
“Oh how I love the sound of screams!” She exclaimed in giddy joy before turning the cuffs off. “I guess I don’t want you to die just yet,” She said, “There’s still some fun to be had.” She cut off a piece of Pinkie’s shoulder and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm,” She moaned in delight, savoring the flesh, “Electricity just gives it that delicious smoky flavor! Here, try some!” She cut off two more pieces, causing tears to run down Pinkie’s face, and stuck them in Dash and Pinkie’s mouths. Dash managed to choke the flesh down, fearing the consequences should she resist. Pinkie was crying too hard to swallow, and was left just holding the flesh in her mouth, trying not to spit it out.
“Now wasn’t that fun?!” Gilda exclaimed in joy. Dash and Pinkie were silent, save for Pinkie’s quiet sobbing. Gilda scowled. “Not enough fun?” She yelled, “Then let’s have some more!” Gilda pulled a cart filled with incredibly sharp knives over.
“You’re insane!” Dash screamed.
“No,” Gilda said simply, “I just don’t like it when my friends abandon me.”
“I didn’t abandon you!” Dash yelled, “You were the one who walked out!”
“Well you were being a jerk!” Gilda screamed, “And you left me for your stupid new friends, like that fuckin’ pink one over there!”
“I’m allowed to have other friends!” Dash exclaimed, “And you were the one being a jerk! You didn’t even give them a chance!”
“I could already tell how stupid they were! Especially that pink dweeb! She kept dressing all stupid and just kept following us!” Gilda retorted.
“Well, she’s one of my friends! She just wanted to spend time with us!” Dash exclaimed exasperatedly.
“You know what!” Gilda shouted, “Let’s eliminate the cause of conflict!”
Gilda took on of the knives and slashed down Pinkie’s stomach, revealing her organs, which pulsated quickly to the rapid beating of her heart. Pinkie gagged at the sight of her insides, causing her stomach to visibly heave. Dash made the mistake of looking and also suppressed a gag. Gilda saw her look away and smiled her evil smirk.
“Oh, no,” She said, “You get to watch too!” Gilda pressed a button on the wall causing a knife to lower down right next to Rainbow Dash’s temple, forcing her to face Pinkie.
“If you try to turn away, you get a knife through your brain, killing you instantly,” Gilda said, “I would recommend it, knowing what’s to come, but, luckily, I’m not you, so I can’t make your decisions. So,” Gilda said, plunging a knife into Pinkie’s leg, “Let the fun begin…”
