You're a worker at the local Insane Asylum; you're guarding the newcomer, a cannibalistic pony who has a taste for pony cupcakes. You're slightly scared as you pace around outside the door; murmurs of insanity fill the air, creeping you out even more. You suddenly hear a scream from the straight-haired pink pony, a scream like no other, a scream filled with hate as the pony charges at the door, looking straight at you through the tiny gap in the door.

"Mmm, I bet you're delicious, do you want some cupcakes? I could make you some if you let me out." The filly growled out, even though she knew that it wouldn't work, she just knew that it would scare you. And it did.
"Uh, no thanks, Pink', I already ate." You said, sweating.
"Aw, why not? Are you scared?"
"No." You said, rather emotionless.
Pinkie laughed maniacally as she growled; "I will break out of this! My bloodlust will get too much."

You just stopped talking, sitting down so you aren't in her stare-range.
Pinkamena gave up too, going to sleep. So you were safe. For now.
After around five hours, with two breaks, you heard commotion in the room, but as you looked in the noise stopped. You couldn't see her through the gap so you slowly opened the door, nothing. You walked right in and still, it was empty.

"CUPCAKES, MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU WANT SOME?!" screamed the pink flash as she fell on top of you, biting your ear as you hurried to get her off of you, you suddenly felt your bat hit your head and everything went blank.

You woke up in a daze of adrenaline and extreme pain within your stomach, throat and wings, all you remember is guarding Pinkamena Diane Pie and her breaking out and attacking you. All you smell is decaying flesh. You looked down and whined as you found yourself on a vice.

"I see you are awake." said a low voice from far across the room, all you could see was these blue eyes, but they looked red from the dim light.
You coughed, trying to speak, but it seems as if she cut so deep into your throat that it is affecting your speech, "ge' ayy" was all you could say...

"Well, well, well, looks as if someone is trying to communicate, what is it, little bitch? Do you want your friend?" The shadowy figure then picked up a decapitated head from the table beside her; the head of your friend from the front desk of the Asylum was all you saw before you as you tried to scream out for help. Your tears were clouding your vision as the pink mare with dark pink hair walked towards you with a scalpel, dropping your dear friend's head on the ground like trash.

"Let's see what we can do with you" the mare said with an evil grin as she placed the scalpel on your cheek, slicing it slowly as she watched the blood flow out. "Mmm, delicious" she said as she licked your cheek, seeming to get off on the torture. Your cheek stung as she cut it, but felt even worse when she licked it, as if she licked a salt-lick before she did so.

She then walked over to her tools, taking a huge butchers knife from the table and walking casually towards you, licking the blood off as if it was her favourite dessert.
"Now, don't be scared, I'm just going to take out all your delicious guts, nothing too serious." The evil mare said before slicing into your flesh, she was slicing up your stomach, beginning to slice through the flesh deep and with precision.
You couldn't talk, but you could make grunting noises, so you disapprovingly screamed at her as you felt the cold air on your insides.

"Now let me just make this last cut here, and, Ta-da! Time to harvest!" she said happily as she forced her hooves inside, slowly killing you as you felt your guts leaving your body.

In a matter of minutes, you were dead.

And turned into cupcakes.

Even though this version sucks, here's the link to the original Deviation.