The room Apple Bloom came from was in fact a meat locker, but these were no normal cuts of meat. They weren’t shaped like cows.
No… Far too small… Too lean… Oh my God...

“Ponies…” my voice came as a whisper.
Pinkie Pie did this? My mind began racing with images of Pinkie slicing into a living pony… No, no… That’s impossible! Pinkie could never do something so terrible! Not to anything or any pony! Then again… I played my fingers over the throbbing hole in my cheek. The blood was beginning to freeze in the frigid air of the locker. Apple Bloom did just try to kill me… Maybe it’s not impossible. “Mistress Pinkie”… Were they master and slave? Partners of some kind? Maybe Pinkie was teaching Bloom…
With a sigh and a shake to clear my head, I began pushing my way through the frozen corpses. For a place so cold, it really reeked down there… Maybe there was a fresh entry… A very recent one… I had to hurry.
After forcing the next door open, my still-bleeding nose crinkled at the stench. Iron, urine, and an orchestra of other ungodly scents filled the air.

“I just wanna go home.” A groggy, sickly voice mumbled.
I knew that voice as well…

Rainbow Dash!

“But you can’t, silly! I need you for the harvesting.” A bright, cheery reply came.

Pinkie Pie…
A quick glance to my right sent my gut lurching. A table made of bleached bone stood with skinned corpses in the seats, gripping grails. Their faces had been stitched up into permanent, twisted smiles and their eyes held open in a similar manner. On the backs of the chairs were organs, filled with helium like party balloons… A banner hung on the opposite wall made of dried hide, a message scrawled in blood. “Life’s a party”…

This is defiantly Pinkie Pie’s realm… But this isn’t my Pinkie… This is no party…
Another survey of the area yielded little more than more fuel for endless nightmares, but alas, nothing I could use as a weapon.

Looks like I’m gonna have to go bare-knuckle on this one…