I held back a curse as the bullet tore into my shoulder. This wasn't how I'd planned to spend my Sunday, I'd decided. No, getting shot wasn't how any sentient wanted to spend any day of the week; Human, Pony, or Other. I pointed my sidearm over my shoulder and fired around the corner at my assailant. It was the least I could do to repay the favor.

"Jensen, Jensen, Jensen... You do know this is hopeless don't you?" That irritating voice asked me. He'd had that quality about him, not that I'd ever met the man face to face. No, he'd gotten me this worked up in less than an hour. Oh how the time flies!

"That's Detective Jensen," I shot back. Not my greatest comeback ever, but I was losing blood at a rather alarming pace so it had to be forgiven.

'That's not your best work, Vicky.' That little voice in my head chided.

"Thank you for that, Pinkie," I muttered as I pushed a fresh magazine into my pistol and retreated deeper into the facility. And to think, I'd been looking for drugs! Drugs! I could have used some drugs at this point. I fiddled with the injector in my left hand, spinning the selector round and round absently as I ran.

'I know when I'm needed.' Pinkie said simply.

"I can make it quick you know!" That voice called after me again.

That prick was definitely getting under my skin. I suppressed a groan as I kicked at the steel framed door blocking my path. I was rewarded with a loud clang and a dull throbbing in my knee. I'm not sure why I thought that would work. That kind of thing only worked in movies. "Pinkie, I think you're rubbing off on me."

'Wanna let me drive for a bit?' Pinkie asked. I could feel her smirk.

"Think you can do it without a full shift? I don't think we have time for that right now." I replied as I scanned the hallway, pistol at the ready. If she took too long... I didn't want to think about that.

'Oh yeah.' she said determinedly.

"By all means," I said with a wave of my good arm, and the world went black. And then it came back and I was on the other side of the locked door, staring at the obstruction that had previously been in my path. It was still locked tight.

"One day you're gonna have to tell me how you do that," I said with a chuckle as I sprinted down the dimly lit hallway towards destiny. Well that was a bit melodramatic of me wasn't it?

'If I tell you, it won't work anymore. Trust me: I'm Pinkie Pie!' she answered with a giggle.

Figures. I heard more gunfire and took another hit, apparently that door hadn't slowed him down after all. I took a few more steps and my knee finally gave out. I crashed to the metal floor plating and dropped my gun. I watched in detached fascination as it skidded far out of my reach.

"You should have let us keep them, Detective Jensen," The man sneered as he kicked me over onto my back. I finally got a good look at my new gunshot wound.

It wasn't pleasant, right through the thigh, bleeding enough that I probably didn't have long. Well, I always figured I'd die by gunfire, at least I had the pleasure of knowing it had been on the two-way range instead of in some dark alley with no warning. My fingers spun the selector on the injector again.

"It was never a choice I could make. Couldn't live with myself if I let innocents suffer and I could do anything to stop it." I replied with a halfhearted shrug as the selector locked in. It wouldn't be much longer.

"You can't stop it, and now you're going to die for it," He said finally as he pointed his pistol at my head. I decided that since I didn't know his name, his name was now 'Bastard.' I coughed, It was getting harder to breath, harder to keep my head up. No, It wouldn't be long at all.

'You know what will happen if you use it...' Pinkie warned, I could hear the fear in her voice. Was she afraid for me?

I smirked up at the man who thought he'd won. Maybe I wouldn't make it, but there was one thing left I could do. "Maybe I can't stop it... but I'll save a spot for you in hell," I chuckled with a smirk as I stabbed the injector into my thigh and released the contents. I got to see the look of shock on his face before the world went white.

'I know, Pinkie, but it's okay. I have no regrets.'

Author's Notes:

So this is a new thing that I got from a dream I had after eating pineapple pizza.

Welcome to the madness.