When the light was gone, Applejack had disappeared.

Now you can move, Applejack. Say hello to Dashie!

Hng!
Ugh… D-Dash…?

Dash’s eyes opened widely as the pegasus felt tears down her cheek.

Applejack.

Applejack was gone. Rainbow Dash had kissed her old friend, just in time to let her die.

No… Dash, I’m here…

“AJ…” Rainbow’s eye twitched. “Heh… A-AJ… T-this can’t be…”

Dash…

“I… I can’t…” Dash was breathing heavily. “I can’t… I CAN’T…!”

…
…Dash?

The sadness was just too much. It was like a cold, sharp needle nailed at her heart, freezing everything it touched.

Applejack, dead. AJ was gone. Forever. Dash would never see her again.

Dash! I’m here!

With a broken heart, Dash started to scream.

DASH! CALM D-!

Scream as you like, she isn’t going to hear you. You’re just in another level, and the difference is too… big.

Dash, please, listen to…!
AGH! I-I can’t touch her?!

As I said, the difference is just too big. You can’t interact with her. What a shame, right? Hey, but maybe the power of love can help you! Hah!

YOU!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

Oh, I don’t know. Tell me. What have I done? Can you guess it?

“APPLEJAAAAAAAAAACK!” Dash finally lost it. She wasn’t thinking, she wasn’t feeling anything. In her head, there was only a void. Her screams pierced the sky.

STOP THIS! STOP THIS OR I’LL…!

This is getting boring, you know? Hmmm… I think you’re going to stop right now, and then I’ll start to talk. That’s more interesting.

…!

Exactly. I can get used to this.

***

Aragón! Hey, Aragón, you need to wake up! I’m being super-serious here!

*Inserts meeting of Aragón with Aragón*

*Bzeeeep*

….at are you saying, Pinkie? My God, you’re so rand-WHERE THE FUCK I AM?!

Uh? Aragón? Another Aragón? Who are you? Where did you come from?

I DON’T KNOW! YOU TELL ME! We were talking about Godwin’s law and then suddenly you say “Oh, Aragón, you’re going to travel trough space and time”, and then ZAP! What is this? Fluttershy’s house? And who is th-oh fuck he’s me. I can see his face. He’s me.

Wow! You travelled in time! Just like Twilight! OH, OH, THAT’S SO FUNNY! What did I said, what did I said?! How did you do it?! Are you secretly a unicorn? That would be so awesome!

Euh… well, that’s a funny thing. You see, I think…

And why are you talking like that? And why aren’t you censored? And why…?

Pinkie! Please, let me talk! Ok, a lot of things happened since I woke up; you see… hey, wait a minute. Why was I unconscious? I can’t remember anything, and you only said that I would know it one day.

Uh, I have no idea! We’ve just appeared here, and you are asleep like that and with ketchup on your forehead! You see?

…
…Wow. I mean, wow. That’s a… hole… in my head. I can see my brai-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! And what’s that?! A hammer?!

And a book! They came here at the same time than me and you!

Weird. Let me see it… I don’t remember any hammer with me when I woke up -aaand it has blood on it. I think I know what hurt me. I guess that the readers did it.
Now the real question is: how the hell did a hammer a hole in my head? Oh, wait. Right, I’m made of sugar…

The readers can throw things here?! Are you serious?!

Yes. In fact, you were the one who explained it to me. The fourth wall is completely broken, so anybody can throw things. It’s pretty dangerous if you ask me.

*THROWS RANDOM PIE IN SOMEPONY’S FACE*

Chof!

…

Uh?

Sigh…
You know, I’m starting to hate this story.
Three people. Two humans –technically talking –and a pony –also technically, because cartoons are not real. One of them has a FRIGGING HOLE in his head. So, of course, a random pie COMPLETELY OUTTA NOWHERE has to fall on his face. Now I have cream inside my skull. That’s just awesome.

I want a pie too! That one seems delicious!

Yes, but it has blood and brains on it, so maybe eating it is a bad idea. Now, let me clean Past-me’s face, please…

Uuh. But, but the wound can’t be so serious, right? Because you’re here, and you’re from the future, and you don’t have any scar on your forehead!

Well, I don’t know. Past-me seems pretty dead, and let me tell you, that’s creepy as hell. And –oh!
Oh. The pie… Wow. This explains a lot. I guess that wasn’t a Deux ex machine then. But man, it’s still stupid.

Dush-is-makina? What is a Dush-is-makina?

Something I read on a book. Look at this. Do you see Past-me’s face?

Uh… yes? It has cream and ketchup! Oh, and the wound has disappeared! Did you healed yourself?

It wasn’t me. It was the pie.

The pie? Was it a magic pie?

Not exactly. That would have been a Deux ex Machina. The truth is… very, very stupider. Did you know that your hair looks like cotton candy?

Yes! I brush it every day so it looks that way! Because I love cotton candy!

Well, then you’ll be happy with this. Let’s see… you know you’re a character, right? I mean, a character in a story. You were created.

Of course! I had a very long conversation about that with the Invisible Underlined Alicorn!

Really? Do you mean the jiggily-jiggily conversation? The one about cakes?

Yes!

Wow. That’s foreshadowing. I didn’t know this story had foreshadowing.
But we’re getting sidetracked. Are you familiar with the “canon/fanon” concepts?

Nnnnope.

Well, something “canon” is something official. When the author of a show says something –like, X character is gay –then it’s true in the show’s world. On the other hand, when the fans of a show imagine something and think about it as if it was official, then it’s called “fanon”.

Oooo-kaaay.

Well, the “canon” explanation about your hair is the one you have just said –you brush it like that. The “fanon” explanation is similar… but some bronies think that your hair IS cotton candy.

Huh?

Yeah, I think it’s kind of a joke. But… well, let’s say that, as you’re a fanon-Pinkie –just as Pinkie-who-doesn’t-talk-in-pink –then you have special features. That’s the reason why you can break the fourth wall.
So, as your hair is made of cotton candy, your entire body is also made of sugar. And like you, everypony else minus Pinkie-who-doesn’t-talk-in-pink, canon-Pinkie or canon-Twilight. So, when you apply sugar in a wound, it heals. Puf! Like magic.

…
Wait a minute. I have three questions.

Ask what you want. I love sounding clever.

One: Since when have you got a tail?

…
What, this? Oh, it’s a funny story. You see, it started when I talked like…

*Bzeeeep*

HEY!! You! Come back, Future-Aragón! You didn’t answer any question! And you stole my hammer!

Still covered in cream and blood, but with all his brains in his skull this time, Aragón frowned and slowly opened his eyes. He was feeling something that could only be described in a language that he didn’t know, but the word “pain” was close enough.
“Uuugh…” The author looked at Pinkie. “Please… stop shouting…”

Ah! Aragón! You’re awoken!

“Yes, and you’re still shouting. I think I have fire or lava or something very hot in my head, so, if you don’t mind…”

Oh, don’t be silly! You only have ketchup and cream! Are you okay?

*Places a love injected pink marshmallow on the ground*

Aragón blinked. “Well, I just saw a pink marshmallow appearing magically, so I think I may not be okay,” grunted. “But of course, nothing is too weird right now for me.”

Huh… I think I’m going to save it for later. If the things you said were true, then it can be very useful.

“Useful?” Aragón raised an eyebrow. “How can a marshmallow be…?”

*Uses defibrillator on Aragón*

FHUAFSH!

*Injects him with adrenaline*

*Chick*

*Slaps him until he wakes up*

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

The thing that once had been called Aragón stayed on the ground. It was smoking. An invisible hand slaped him mercilessly.

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

I think that I may know the answer.

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

***

So, what should we do? Searching for Fluttershy and Pinkie seemed a good idea… But why did the Underlined Invisible Alicorn said only her names? What about the others?

I don’t know… but I think I have an idea. Go searching for them seems fine to me too, so let’s start.
It seems like we’re near Ponyville, so… Going to the town seems like a good plan. Maybe the girls are there.

Uh. Ok.

And… Rarity.

Yes?

Let’s talk. We should… no, we must talk while we’re searching for the girls. And, when we go near some place we must mention it too.

…What? I mean, I’d certainly love to talk with you, darling, but… you said that we must? In italics, no less? Why?

Because the Invisible Underlined Alicorn, or Invisible Underlined Phoenix, or whatever he is, said it. Remember? Readers are our weapon. If something is true…

…Then they should know it. Well, I sure remember that phrase, Twilight. But I’m afraid I don’t quite understand it.

Hmm… It could mean a lot of things. But there is one interpretation in particular that I have in mind. You see, this is a story.

Yes. I’m not very comfortable with that idea but I have to admit it’s true.

And there are readers out there.

Ahá. The ones who are our weapon.

Yes, but I’m not talking about that right now. You should think about this: if there are readers, they’re reading what we’re saying.

Well, they’re called “readers” for something.

But I’m talking in purple and you’re talking in blue… there is no description of what are we doing.

Corn-flower blue, if you don’t mind. “Blue” is just too common.

…

What?! Don’t look at me like that!

Aha! You see? That’s what I’m saying! You’re doing it you’re using the readers’ power without knowing it!

Uh… Beg pardon?

You just said that I was looking at you weirdly. But why? Every time –absolutely EVERY TIME somepony looks anything like that, somepony points it out. Why?

Because it’s strange?

No. Because this story is not a common story. There is no narration, at least in this level of the cake. Everytime we do something we point it out, or somepony else does it. Because if we don’t do that, then the readers don’t know what’s happening.

That… that makes sense. It’s like when Rainbow Dash asked you if she could ask you something while we were running, right?

Yes! You got it! Usually, Dash would have asked, nothing else. But she had to add that part to the question. She had to say “while we’re running”. If she hadn’t said that, then nopony could have guessed that we were, er, running. If you hadn’t pointed it out, nopony could have guessed that I had looked at you funny a moment ago.

Hmm. Yes, it’s true.
But it matters? I mean, it’s important to know that? We have been doing that all the time, so there is no need to…

No, no. It’s important. There are three reasons:
First of all, because now we know this. And knowledge is power. This… story has some rules that we don’t know, and every little inch of information is useful. Maybe we’ll be able to use this later.
Second, because as you’ve said, we’ve been using this rule even without knowing it. So, or the world can have an influence on you just by existing, or there is somepony controlling us again.

There is somepony controlling us, dear. We have two or three authors. And we are out of character right now, don’t forget that. So… I’m afraid we’re not exactly the epitome of freedom.

Well, yes. But a clue is a clue. Now we’re sure that we’re being used.

We were sure before.

…
Ok, ok. Well, there is a third reason.

And it’s…?

Well, look at you. We haven’t walked anything, we should be searching for the girls. Right?

What? Of course we are walk-Oh dear. We’re…

We didn’t say that we were walking, I only said that we had to talk while doing it.

But I would have sworn that...

That’s because we –er, I, acted like we were walking. It seemed like we were doing it. In fact, we believed we were walking. But when I said that we were not…

…Then the readers knew that we were still here?

Exactly! If something is true –in other words, if something is happening, then the readers must know it! Otherwise, it can or cannot be true!

But then…

Then we can cancel any action. Sure, if you don’t say anything and it seems like we’re doing something, then that thing it seems we’re doing is being done. But if you say that it’s not true, then the readers know the new truth and it becomes reality!

Uh…

…If you don’t say what you’re doing, then you may or may not be doing it. But if you say that you’re doing it, then you sure are doing it!

That’s amazing!

I know! And I think that we can use this and end all this!
Ehem:
I’m with Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy right now!

…

…

…
It… didn’t work.

Huh. I guess it was silly for me to try that. This is a story, a book. The heroes can’t have a power like that, or the story would be awful.

The heroes?

This is a story, remember? We are the heroes, and now we have an enemy –Fake-Spike, or greentalk. And a mission: we must reunite and fight against her, freeing Spike and the Invisible Underlined Alicorn in the process. It’s pretty simple.

Uh…

Just trust me. I’ll explain it better if you want, but first let’s start moving. I want to find the girls as soon as possible. And maybe meeting Aragón can be helpful too.

***

*Looks for Fluttershy*

*bzeeeep

*Thump*

Ugh! U-uh… M-my head… It hurts…

Pinkie felt mud in her mouth. Frowning, she tried to wake up as fast as possible, but the ground was slippery and the pink pony with the flat mane fell again. This time the mud wasn’t only in her mouth –her mane and fur were now brown.

Ah! W-where are we?! Froggy Bottom Bog?! What happened?! What’s…?!

“Hey.” Pinkie spat the mud and raised a hoof, unable to stand up on that ground. “Fluttershy. If you don’t mind, I need a little help right here…”

Oh, my! P-Pinkie-who-doesn’t-talk-in-pink, I’m so sorry! Here, let me catch you…

Pinkie was raised from that deadly mud pool by the pegasus. Slowly, they started to move to a drier zone.
“Thanks.” The pink mare sighed. “Well, that mud tastes horrible. Where are we exactly?”

Uh… It seems like we are in Froggy Bottom Bog…

“Yeah.” With a jump, Pinkie fell on the ground again, but this time she was standing on her hooves, not on her mouth. “It seems like we are in Froggy Bottom Bog. But where are we?”

*Squeak*

Pinkie blinked. “Excuse me? What the hell was that?”

I-I’m sorry, I… I-I…

The earth pony sighed. “It’s ok, Fluttershy. You have nothing to fear. I mean, we’re completely alone here.”
Pinkie frowned. “Well, I guess you can be thinking about our friends, or about the fact that a strange monster –let’s call it Greentalk –that has mindblowing powers is conspiring against us. Or maybe you’re thinking about the possibility that our friends may be dead right now, or…”

IIIIIIIIH!!

“Ok, I think I’m not helping you. Sorry. The grimdark is a bad influence.”

***
Argh! The timeline has been altered! And it’s all your fault!

Ok, ok, calm down. Don’t worry. It’s not so bad, right?

…
Maybe… But now, everything is more difficult.

Well, you know what to do.

Work harder.

[color=]Yes. Work harder.

***

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

And that’s all! I’ve put all the cream of the pie on your body, Aragón! You’re lucky it was a huge pie!

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

And I also used the marshmallow! So, you should be better now, right?

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

Uh… I think the slapping is not going to stop until you wake up. Aragón, so…

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

Ok, enough is enough! Invisible hand, stop or I’ll be angry!

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

Aragón can’t wake up because you’re hitting him too hard!

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

Aaaargh! I’m getting bored!

*PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF-PLAF…*

Oh, wait. I have an idea.

*MAKES THE INVISIBLE HAND STOP!*

*PLAF-PLA-*

…
Well, that’s better. Aragón, can you hear me?

“Ugh…” The author frowned. His cheeks were completely red, but the rest of his body seemed to be fine. “Oh my. What happened?”

A reader electrocuted you! And then he hit you again and again and again until I stopped him with italics and star-like things!

Aragón blinked. “Ok, I’ll try to think that answer makes sense.”

Are you okay?

“Well, I can hardly move.” The human tried to raise a hand, without success. “But I feel fine now.”

Uh… But if you can’t move, then we can’t go and search for the girls!

“Well, I’m sorry.” Aragón smiled. “Let me rest a little and we’ll think about a plan. Like, beating that weirdo with green eyes, or maybe…” He stopped. There was something on his chest. “What’s this? A book?”

It was with you when I woke up! Like the ketchup!

“Ketchup?”

Ketchup! And a marshmallow, and a pie!

“Huh”. Ignoring the pink pony, Aragón looked at the book. “How to write well: a detailed guide. Hey this can be interesting!”

Let’s read it!

“Well, I guess that we can’t do a lot more, so…”
***

…So, you only have to think like an author. Or like an editor. If you do that, then it’s easy to guess where are we, or what’s happening.

Hmm. Then, you can explain why are we here?

Well, it’s simple. As I said, we are the heroes. We had a lot of chapters that built up the story and developed our characters, so the readers are connected to us. It’s an old trick: the firsts chapters usually don’t go to the action, unless it’s an “In media res” beginning…

Then, the firsts chapters were only for presentation?

Something like that, yes. Once the readers knew us and understand this world and how it works –or at least thought they could -, Fake-Spike appeared. We discovered that we were fake, and Pinkie became two Pinkies. In other words: the real plot started.

Uh-huh.

Everything I’ve seen seems to point in that direction. This is an adventure story disguised as a comedy, so we have a clear pattern: The heroes meet, the heroes meet the villain, the villain wins once, the heroes meet again and the heroes defeat the villain.

And now we are in the “the villain wins” stage?

Not exactly. Fake-Spike has won; he did it in the hospital. Now we’re trying to meet again. In other words: the girls have to be somewhere, and we must be able to find them.

Well, I think I can get it. But why did the invisible underlined alicorn say that we have to search for Pinkie and Fluttershy? Why those two?

I can think multiple reasons. First of all, giving the fact that you and I are together, it seems logical that the others are separated in groups of two. Pinkie and Fluttershy may be one.
And of course, both of them are the weirdest of us.

The censorship, right? Fluttershy’s “yay”, and… Well, and Pinkie. Both of them are strange.

Personally, I want to meet with Pinkie with special emphasis. She can break the fourth wall and read the previous chapters. With her help, I can try to determine all this world’s rules…

Which Pinkie?

Both of them can break the fourth wall, so I don’t mind which one I met.

***

“Fluttershy, please, stop shivering. You’re not in danger! And we have to move!”

I-i… *snif* I can’t…

“Oh, please, don’t cry.” Pinkie sighed. “Look, I understand you’re scared, but we have to…”

Well, well. Look who is here. Two cute little ponies with pink manes! How are you?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Pinkie stood tall, protecting Fluttershy –who was crouching in fetal position on the ground, trying to hide –with her body. “Greentalk”, muttered. “I didn’t hear you.”

Who is this “greentalk” you talk about? I’m Professor Marbles, a noble earth pony who…

“Shut up.” Pinkie frowned, anger in her eyes. “I can see trough your disguise. You’re Chrysalis. Stop fooling around, motherfucker.”

Uh… U-Uh…

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy. I’m here. Nothing wrong is going to happen to you.”

…
T-thanks…

…
Geez. How beautiful. I hate friendship.

“Why are you here? What do you want?”

I’m here because I want to talk. What else?

…You…
You attacked us in the hospital!

I didn’t harm you, right? You’re perfectly fine. Well, maybe the pink one is covered in mud, but brown is a pretty color, and it suits her better than pink.

“Fluttershy, if I jump to her, don’t look. I think I can kill her, but it’s not going to be a good sight for you.” Pinkie smiled. “But I’ll be having the time of my life, you can be sure of it.”

Oh, don’t say those things!
…
I think you scared her.

M-me?! Scared?! Hah! Even in your dreams you wouldn’t be able to hurt m-

*Throws hammer at Chrysalis*

*BONK!*

ARGH! MY HEAD!
FIRST A ROCK AND NOW THIS?! I’LL KILL SPIKE IF YOU DON’T STOP, YOU STUPID MORONS!

“Huh. I guess killing you is going to be easier than I thought.”

W-where did that hammer come from?! And what did you say about Spike?!

…
Ok… let’s calm down. I’ve come here to talk with you, Pinkamena. You know that you’re evil, so you should be on our side.

What?!

Pinkie smirked. “Oh, of course. The ‘join me in the dark side’ talk. I was wondering when were you going to do it…”

Pinkie is not evil! She would never help you!

Oh, right. Pinkie would never be with us. She would never betray her friends…
But, sadly, you’re not Pinkie. You’re Pinkamena.

What?!

Pinkie didn’t move. Now Fluttershy was standing on her hooves, but the pink pony was still protecting her with her body. “Explain yourself.”

Oh, you know what I mean. You’re not the real Pinkie, you’re just a picture that became alive because the real Pinkie looked at it. In fact, you’re like Gummy!

That’s… That’s not true…

A picture posted by a fan. You thought you were fake, but “fake” is not enough. You’re nothing, Pinkamena.
And you know it. I can see it in your eyes. You were created by the fans, you’re just a misinterpretation of a popular character. A psychotic, murderer monster. Nopony likes you, everypony hates you.
You’ve read the fanfics, right? How many times have you murdered somepony you love? You kill, you destroy, you eat everything you touch. You’re evil, Pinkamena. And you know it.

“I…”

You woke up in Aragón’s home, unable to see the real Pinkie. You were created, and she didn’t know it. You are just an accident. You were created by error, because Pinkie didn’t want you to become real.
And you had blood on you. You had a knife –and the first thing you thought was the joy you would feel if you killed Aragón. Am I wrong?

P-pinkie… don’t listen to her…

Oh, and you’re sad. Always sad, always cynical. You were born with the guilt of killing everypony you loved, and it wasn’t your fault. The only thing you can do is to kill. Nothing else.

“You…”

You know I’m right! You are just like me!
We’re villains, Pinkamena. We’re things created just to be evil, just because the hero has to fight against something. And so, we always lose. And that’s not fair.

Pinkie didn’t move then. He seemed a statue.

Why?! Why are we the ones who always suffer, Pinkamena?! The fans want stories, and with every story another villain rises just to fall down again. And now, the fans are doing it again. This story is making you suffer even more than usual, because now you know you’re just a villain. You know that you’re going to lose.
You can’t hold your feelings anymore, Pinkamena. In fact, you just threatened me. Pinkie wouldn’t do that. Only a murderer can talk like that.

“I’m not a murderer.” Pinkie talked, but her voice was soft. Too soft. She didn’t sound like usual. “I hadn’t killed anypony.”

You’ve killed thousands. Every time somepony reads a grimdark fanfic, the crime is committed again. And again. And again.
You can stop this. We can stop this. If we break the circle, if we won this time… then the story would never finish. You’ll be free. You’ll be used in another fanfics, of course… but that one won’t be you. She… it will be a clone, a mere copy. Because the real one, the real Pinkamena, you will be in this story forever. You’ll be free.

Pinkie was trembling. She lied down her head so her mane hided her face. “Freedom, you say?” asked. “But I’ll feel the guilt, right? I’ll still remember killing them…”

But you won’t be killing them anymore!

Pinkie…

The harm cannot be undone, but you can avoid being hurt again! Just do it! You’re a villain, so the heroes can’t be with you. They’ll confront you sooner or later, and then they’ll defeat you.
And everything will be like now. You’ll be killing your friends another time. You don’t want this, Pinakema! And I don’t want to be used again neither! Join me, and we’ll defeat more than the heroes! We’ll defeat the fans!

P-Pinkie… that’s not true… we’ll never fight you…

Pinkie raised a hoof, interrupting Fluttershy. Slowly, the pink mare raised her head too.
His eyes had tears on them.
“What do you want from me? What should I do for you to be free?”

***

Then, who do you think Fake-Spike is?

Hmm… well, he was able to freeze us, so he knows magic. And his scent… I know I’ve smelled that scent somewhere, but I can’t say where.
Hey, look! I can see Ponyville from here!

Oh, thank Celestia! Do you think you can teleport us there from here?

Now that I can see the town, I’m sure. Just let me concentrate…

*Bzeeep*

Ha! Here we are!

Hello! Girls?! Can you hear me?!

…

…

Well, I guess the town is empty.

We should search a little more, don’t you think?

Hmm. You’re right. But let’s not divide, please. Bad stuff happens when the heroes are separated, everypony knows that.

Ok.
By the way, dear, you hadn’t said who do you think Fake-Spike is…

Well… I’m not sure about the scent, but judging by the powers… I guess it’s Discord.

***

*Make it rain*

Clouds completely out of nowhere appeared in the sky. The sun disappeared. Everything turned gray. Pinkie felt the cold water flowing down her body.

Pinkie! Y-you can’t…!

“Tell me.” Pinkie ignored Fluttershy. “What should I do?”

Heh. I see you’re smart, little pony.
If you want to be free, you must help me to defeat the heroes. And you have one just behind you.
So, if you really want to be free…
Kill Fluttershy.

IIIH!!

“I don’t want to kill. I’m asking you this because I don’t want to kill anymore!!”

You can’t bake a cake without breaking a few eggs, Pinkamena. The choice is yours.

Slowly, Pinkie nodded.
Slowly, she turned to Fluttershy. The pegasus was still behind her: her face a perfect picture of terror.

Pinkie…

Pinkie put a hoof on her lips, making her stop talking.
“Don’t say anything”, said. The rain and her tears were mixing on her face. “Don’t… don’t say anything, please.
I’m sorry.”