“You have done well Pinkie…” “I know, I know. It’s the same thing everyday.” Pinkie said to the voice. “But I have a question for you.” “Yes, my child?” “Why do you make me murder ponies?! don’t like it.” “That information is classified. my dear. If you won’t cooperate, you can join your helpless victims.” Pinkie shuddered. The cold, spine-chilling voice scared her sometimes. “Why did you choose me?” Pinkie said. “That is also classified, my dear Pinkie.” Pinkie Pie sighed. “I need to get some fresh air. I’ll be outside.” Pinkie walked outside. She sniffed the sweet smell of desserts from Sugar Cube Corner. She talked with a few ponies, and got some supplies from the dollar store and the hardware store. “Why me?...” Pinkie Pie asked that question a lot to herself. She walked home. It was about six ‘o'clock, which was usually the time she pulled a number every week. She pulled a number out of the drawing. Pinkie widened her eyes. Her hair deflated with a loud FIZZZZ. “Oh No.” she said. “Oh No No No No No” Pinkie started to cry. “I don’t want to do this! Please, let me take another number out of the drawing!” “I’m afraid we can’t do that, Pinkamena.” She shook. She HATED to be called Pinkamena. “I can’t! I can’t do this! Please!” Pinkie started to cry very loudly. “Oh Twilight, PLEASE, PLEASE forgive me. Please…”

Afterwards, Pinkie called in Twilight. She did the whole “taste-test the cupcake” thing. She took her by the wing, and dragged her into the cellar. She clipped her into the iron board. She waited until Twilight got up. Twilight got up surprisingly early. “Pinkie Pie! What is going on?” Pinkie started to tear up, but stopped. “You don’t understand.” Pinkie finally said. “I can’t explain it.” Twilight looked frightened. She looked at Pinkie Pie very oddly. “What?!” Pinkie yelled. “Why are you staring at me?!” Twilight saw a blood-red spirit inside of Pinkie, devouring her. “Pinkie… something is very wrong. You aren’t you right now.” Pinkie suddenly blurt out: “I killed Rainbow Dash.”

“B-but… w-why? Why Pinkie?!” Twilight yelled. “You can put an end to this madness. Pinkie, we care about you. We know you can!” Pinkie Pie couldn’t stand it anymore. She picked up her knife and walked toward Twilight. Twilight felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks. Pinkie plunged the knife toward Twilights cutie mark. Suddenly, she stopped. She let the knife drop out of her hoof and fall onto the rusty floor. “I CAN’T!!!” Pinkie sobbed. She dropped down onto the floor in a ball. “You’re such a big baby.” the voice said. “I can’t hurt you,Twilight!” Pinkie sobbed. She looked up at her with big, red eyes. “When I hurt my friends, it doesn’t hurt just them!” She looked down in shame. “It hurts me, too.” “Pinkie…” Twilight said. Pinkie looked up at her. Twilight wrapped her wings around her. “I know this isn’t your fault. We can figure out a way to stop this.” Twilight looked into the hurt eyes of Pinkie Pie. “I promise.” Pinkie hugged her, glad to know that she has someone who understands her. Suddenly, Pinkie dropped onto the ground, howling with pain. “Pinkie Pie!” Twilight screamed in alarm.