Your cakes are horrible. I don't know why you try. The voice inside her mind told her.

"No.." Pinkie covered her ears with her hoofs and repeatedly whispered the word. She was on the verge of tears already and the voices just wouldn't stop.

You throw such a numerous number of parties that one day people will get sick and tired of them. You're not the only one who is able to throw parties anyway. They don't need you.

Pinkie hated the truth she saw within those words and all she wanted to do was reach for the knife and hurt herself so she could concentrate on the pain instead of the words, which cut far deeper and much more permanently than a knife could ever cut. But she couldn't. Rather, she wouldn't.

She promised Rainbow Dash she wouldn't.

She was immobilised by her own command. It sounds like a horrible thing to be, but she knew that if she decided to start walking, her body would not be able to be controlled by her mind and she'd go straight for the knife which she would then cut herself with.

But it was far too high a possibility she would lose it at any point now because that blade was dangerously close to her, almost within reach..

Within seconds, in fact, before she knew it, she was going headfirst for the bathroom. It took a few moments to understand why. In the bathroom she would be blocked by walls and a door from the sharp and cold enticement that sat amongst her other comparatively innocent stationary. She locked that door, and concealed herself from the outside.

The voices ensued.

How cowardly you are. Afraid of your own mind. You can't hide from me, Pinkie. I'll always always ALWAYS be with you.

Tears started streaming down her face and she was terrified. She curled up in a ball on the dry, unfeeling floor in absolute petrification of her own self. Shaking with fear, it was all she could do to cry. She shut her eyelids and gave up fighting on the floor.

Her heartbeat was rapid and strong, the perspiration that was beginning to form on her body made her increasingly queasy. And yet in all of this, the irony was that she felt somewhat safe and protected. For some reason, the voice in her head ceased. Maybe the voice decided that she's done enough damage to Pinkie and now that she's had her fun, she'd let Pinkie's mind rest for a bit.

Pinkie felt calm and relaxed compared to the time that immediately preceded this. She closed her eyes and (blissfully) had no thoughts in her mind. She simply listened to the heartbeat in her ears and reminded herself that she managed not to hurt herself - a huge accomplishment.