Pinkamena Diane Pie sat in the basement of The Sugarcube Corner. She walked towards the small sink and mirror and sighed. Her hair was straightened and went down across one eye; she always looked like this after killing. Pinkamena ran the cold tap; icy cold water ran from the faucet. She slowly washed her hooves clean of Rainbow Dash's blood.

Her dead and bloodied friend still lay strapped to the metal bed. Pinkie trotted slowly towards her. Dash's eyes were dead and silent; a thin trickle of blood ran down Rainbow's face, Pinkamena caught it with her tongue. Usually after killing a mare or stallion she felt happier and she would spring to making her cupcakes. "I always put a little bit of Ponyville in my cupcakes." She used to say. It was true; she'd killed a mass of ponies and made them into cupcakes.

It was different this time with Rainbow. It only made Pinkie feel sad, she didn't want to kill her friend but she had to, the voices told her to and her number DID come up. It was only a matter of time before it happened. Pinkamena Diane Pie sat facing Rainbow Dash. It was horrible to see her friend like this, once the bravest and most daring Pegasus pony in Ponyville and maybe even Equestria, but now everything had changed. Now Rainbow Dash looked desperate and frail. It was one of the most beautiful and horrifying things about death, you finally got to see what someone is really like. Some people sneer and laugh in the face of death, only to be cowardice and crying when the time finally comes.

Pinkamena looked at the bloodied spot of Rainbow's flank, Rainbow's cutie mark lay on the table to the side of Pinkamena, and she hadn't stitched it onto her dress yet. The dress was decorated with the horns, wings and cutie marks of her past victims or as she liked to call them, ingredients.

Pinkamena touched at the bloody spot with an intruding hoof. It felt squishy and warm; Pinkamena moved her hoof out and looked at it. Her hoof was dripping with blood. She sighed and wiped off the blood onto her dress. What was the nickname Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had for Apple Bloom? Oh yes, it was blank flank. As Pinkamena looked at the bloody and dripping spot she heard it in her head. #Blank Flank Blank Flank# it played like a horrible tune in her head.

Pinkamena trotted back over to the mirror, she tried to smile but it didn't work. The mirror was cracked and bloodied; Pinkamena didn't see the reflection of a fun loving pony instead she saw the reflection of a killer. She looked back at Rainbow again, a saw was still stuck into her hoof and Rainbow's face was in a fixated state of horror, shock and pain.

Pinkamena blew the hair out of her eyes. She slowly clambered out of the dress and hung it up on an intestine that dangled from the wall.

Pinkamena heard the shouts of Mr and Mrs. Cake from upstairs. Pinkamena sighed and looked in the mirror again. She didn't want this to happen anymore, but it had to, she didn't know why but all of this had to happen.

It wasn't the same anymore. She had killed her friend, she was a murder.

It wouldn't be the same ever again.