Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Pinkie's hotel room was destroyed. On the floor lay endless broken glass, splinters of wood, and various bits of machinery. She stood still, scanning the wreckage, and was for a moment sad at the loss of her possessions. Her poor guitars. Her hoof was bleeding profusely, blood pouring onto the floor, but she didn't care much. She thought to herself for a moment, staring at her destruction, then decided to take a dip in the pool. Yes, it was a cold night. But who was going to stop her?

She walked out to where the pool was, on the roof of her building. There was no one else out there, because it was so late at night. She stripped down to her underwear, looked at her hoof, then gingerly stepped into the pool. The cold water and the cold night air were like knives, but she didn't really care. She just kept staring at the sky.

She lay in the freezing water of the pool, which was open to the night air. Her hoof bled on and on, and for a moment Pinkie couldn't believe that her body possessed so much blood. It would have been so romantic, she thought, if she could bleed to death right there. She also wondered how it would feel to drown, and contemplated bleeding until she became weak enough to do so. Drowning was probably wonderful.

She breathed heavily, and her teeth chattered. Blood continued to swirl out into the pool, causing vivid patterns of red. She thought of Braeburn, her love, who was now with another girl. She thought of those first nights with him, she thought about sex. She thought about his gentle kisses, and the way they trailed up and down her body. She thought about how she would smile gently, lost in happiness, and play with his mane with her stray hoof. She thought about how close they used to be on those nights, how she had been able to feel his hot breath on her neck. He had held her, gently, rolled around with her, and at times they didn't even need covers. There was so much love. There was so much fucking love.

Now, as Pinkie Floyd lay on top of a cold pool, she knew that Braeburn was giving it all away to Fluttershy. All of the love that Pinkie was missing was being forced onto another girl. And there was no way on earth that Fluttershy was as good as Pinkie. There was simply no way. In her head she begged Braeburn not to leave her, but it was useless.

Pinkie went inside, fearing that she would bleed out, and sat in her chair, watching a television left over from her rampage. Her hoof bled onto the floor, drip by drip splashing by her chair. Pinkie looked over to her left, casually, and stared at the blank blue wall next to her. Suddenly she saw a stallion's silhouette that she could not mistake. Braeburn was walking towards her, slowly getting bigger and bigger. The silhouette walked intently towards her, step by step.

Suddenly the silhouette became a gigantic monster, and cornered her. Pinkie jumped from her chair, backing away from the beast. It had a long, black, snake-like body and appeared to be covered in thorns. It had the front arms of a praying mantis, reaching for Pinkie with precision. It's head was huge and almost heart-shaped, a bright red color. It's slit-like yellow eyes stared at her intently, and it had a paler muzzle that implored her. Pinkie backed up against the wall, trying to protect herself, and it followed her. Suddenly it's huge muzzle opened and revealed a pink mouth with a little black hole waiting to swallow her up. Pinkie recognized her own anatomy, and was terrified of it.

The muffle became a flower, and from the flower came a pair of razor-sharp teeth embedded into jaws. Pinkie ran, and cowered in a corner. She was ashamed that she had ever slept with Braeburn, and now that her wall was complete she was seeing things that weren't even there. The monster vanished suddenly, but Pinkie didn't arise from the corner for a long time. She sat there, shaking, and cried. The room suddenly seemed so huge.

She looked up at the television, and saw a couple romantically kissing. She was filled with hatred. Grabbing a nearby guitar, she ran at it and smashed it, screaming. There would be no more love in her life!