New chapter. Let's see how Applejack handles this funhouse of Pinkie's. Please note that in case of accidental Pinkamena escapage, exits are not close enough to help you.

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Pinkamena glanced into the room as she was passing. "Good, dear little Applejack is waking up. Now the fun can begin."

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"Stupid wall," Applejack said, rubbing her aching head, "ah gotta be more careful." She looked around a bit, trying to get her bearings. "Okay, so far this looks just like the Sugarcube Corner, only a bit more... Pinkie thrown in. Ah should be able to find my way outta here."

Applejack took a step forward, placing her hoof on the wall that was actually the floor. As she stepped off the wall she was sitting on, she could feel herself being pulled towards it until she was leaning against the 'floor'. She began picking up her rear hooves when she suddenly found that she was standing on her front hooves. She slowly let herself down and began walking to the doorway she had fallen through earlier.

"Aaapplejaaaaaaaaack," came an eerie voice from a dimly lit hallway. "Are you coming to play Applejaaaack?" Applejack spun, ready to strike or run depending on what she found standing there.

Twilight Sparkle slowly shuffled down the hallway. The darkness seemed to gather around her mutilated face and wires trailed from her neck and flanks. "Hey Aapplejaaack." She said in an eerie voice, "are we gonna play?" As she spoke her voice seemed to twist and become higher. She let out a wheezing laugh that slowly grew in volume, seeming to grind against Applejack's ears as she stumbled away from the horrifying apparition of her dead friend.

"What's wrong Apple?" came the dual-toned voice again, "you didn't get to blow out your candles." Flames suddenly appeared on the walls throwing malicious shadows all around the two ponies. "It it's not a party until we have the cake and everypony deserves a party."

The strange shuffling creature lunged forward, twisting to entangle Applejack in the lengths of wires giving it movement. The creature seemed to stare into Applejack's eyes, their faces inches away.

"You know," came Pinkie's voice down the hallway, "it wasn't nice of you to hit her earlier." Pinkie walked slowly down the hallway, a keyboard was slung onto her back and she was wearing a tiara studded with small chunks of purple bone. "And you hit me. Why'd you do it Applejack? I thought you liked us." The dark hoof marks Applejack had left on the pink mare seemed to darken and pulse with every word. "You almost let me out. Then nopony could've shared your cupcakes."

"No!" yelled Applejack, trying to free herself from the wires that tied her to her dead friend. "Get away from me. You're sick Pinkie, don't you touch me."

The voice spoke from Twilight again, her mouth moving at a different pace than the words. "Don't be so scared Applejack, we're all friends here."

"Get offa me!" Applejack slammed her hoof into the dead unicorn's head. It flew off leaving a strangely rubbery stump. The flesh had all been removed and replaced with a strange gel-like substance. Large clumps of wire were strung throughout it. Applejack continued thrashing around, sending several other body parts flying through the air. They all bounced off the walls and landed by Pinkie who had stopped to watch. The head stopped perfectly on the stump of neck left attached to it. It rolled slightly so that it was looking at Applejack and began singing, "APPLEJACK APPLEJACK! HIDE HIDE HIDE! FACE YOUR FATE BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA DIE! BY NO OTHER PONY BUT, PINKIE PIE!" It began laughing, steadily getting slower until it stopped completely, a vacant look on its face.

Applejack's continued struggles caused the wires to dig deep into her flesh making little red lines that oozed blood. Pinkie looked down at the shattered puppet that was once Twilight Sparkle. She looked at it for several seconds, disbelief slowly spreading across her face. "Applejack, how could you do that to Twilight?" she asked, sounding on the verge of tears. Her face began to bubble and warp, darkening as it grew. A soul-piercing shriek rent the air, "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO TWILIGHT APPLEJACK?" The last words slowly morphed into a deep snarl of a voice that shook the ground with every syllable.

While she changed, Pinkie had dropped the keyboard, loosening the wires binding Applejack. She managed to wriggle out and took off at a run, her lacerated sides leaving a thin trail of blood splatters.

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She's an evil enchantress

She does evil dances

And if you look deep in her eyes

She'll put you in trances

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"Mah god," gasped Applejack when she finally stopped running. "How much happened to that pony?" She had been running for what felt like hours but she could still see the door she had entered the hallway through.

She began to run her hoof through her mane to wipe away some of the sweat when she felt a weird depression. She stuck the tip of her hoof just inside and winced in pain. Her hoof came away bloody. "Mah ear, I plumb forgot about that." Applejack looked worriedly around, "What if she sneaks up on me now that mah hearin's gone on one side?" Applejack grabbed a corner of the wallpaper where it was loose and pulled a piece off. As it came up a small wave of black insects poured out onto Applejack's face. She ran around wildly, crashing into walls and smacking her head with her hooves trying to get them off.

As Applejack continued to run and buck, trying to free herself from the burrowing insects, the suddenly al stood still and seemed to sniff at the air. They slowly began to pull away from Applejack, revealing hundreds of tiny holes where they had started eating into her. All at once they surged back into the wall and sat there, watching the orange pony as she picked up the scrap of pink paper. She rolled it into a kind of half cone and stuck it into the gash where her ear used to be. Grinding her teeth against the pain, she held it there until the blood began to dry, making a kind of false ear.

"Well, at least now ah can hear properly." Applejack continued watching the walls, searching for little holes where more of the insects might be watching. Now that she knew what to look for, Applejack saw clusters of holes every few inches. She turned around and saw an immense pile of them filling in the door she had originally entered the hallway through.

"Now what?" Applejack groaned, "If ah can't go forwards or backwards and ah can't buck through the walls, where can ah go?" She remembered the incident with the walls earlier and placed a tentative hoof on one of the walls. It sunk in a bit but held. She slowly added another hoof and tried to roll up the wall. She came crashing down onto the floor, still up against the wall, wondering why it had worked earlier. Applejack began to stand up but fell forward again, this time landing on the wall. "Good, now where can ah go?" she asked herself, looking around from the new vantage point. She saw a loose section on what was, moments before, the ceiling. She walked over and stepped up onto the ceiling.

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Then what will she do?

She'll mix up an evil brew

Then she'll gobble you up

In a big tasty stew

Sooo... WATCH OUT!

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"Applejack's doing better than I thought she would," Pinkie said into the mirror as she watched her friend force the wallpaper onto her ear.

"Yes," said her shadowy reflection, "I never expected her to escape from you and Twilight so easily."

"Well if you hadn't been so ready to take over, I-"

"Pinkie dear, hush. We both know if I didn't take over you would've killed her before we finished the games. You wouldn't want us to say goodbye so soon would you?"

"I guess not. But who are you to talk setting your bugs on her?"

"I didn't know she was going to rip up their home. You can't expect me to think of everything. You didn't think of it and I'm you, so how could I think of it."

"Well played," Pinkie said, turning back to watch the action.

"What do you think she'll try next?"

"I don't know, she isn't the smartest pony I've ever seen. She may try to keep running down the hallway."

"I hope not. She tried that for too long as it was."

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Baking these treats is such a cinch!

Add a teaspoon of vanilla!

Add a little more, and you count to four,

And you never get your fill of...

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Applejack kicked the ceiling tile away and jumped through the hole it made, falling to the ceiling above. Applejack looked down and saw that she was, once again, in Pinkie's bedroom. She began to walk down to the walls when she thought better of it.

'If ah stay hidden, maybe ah can get outta here.' She walked over to Pinkie's closet and opened the door. It was now a large room with a pony size light fixture and hundreds of shelves filled with pony skins.

Applejack vomited and saw with a wry sense of amusement that it splattered off the ceiling; several globs struck the wall and spread out as if on the floor. She snatched up a few of the skins from the more crowded shelves and bundled them up. She grabbed an orange skin that nearly matched hers and wrapped the other skins in it. Walking over to the light she stuffed the bundle inside and made it look as though it was her inside.

Applejack jumped down into the air and did a half flip, her hooves striking the floor. She allowed herself a small smile at completing the difficult maneuver and curled up in the back of one of the larger shelves, hiding behind a pile of pony hides.

Pinkamena stomped into the closet and saw the shadow in the light. "I wonder where my dear friend Applejack could be," the shadow hissed, pretending to search. "Maybe…. here?" It threw a set of shelves in the air, including the one Applejack was in. She forced herself to stay silent as the creature continued to play at searching the room.

"Maybe if it wasn't so dark I could find her," it hissed to itself. It stretched out a shadowy limb and a dark blue fireball appeared in its hoof. The fire ball floated in place for a few seconds then, on a command from Pinkamena, flew up and created an inferno where Applejack had put the false pony.

The creature sniffed the air, "ah, burning fur; one of my favorite smells." The creature turned and stalked out of the room. As the doors closed, Applejack heard, "too bad, she would have tasted excellent." The ensuing cackling made Applejack's skin crawl.

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All you have to do is take a cup of flour!

Add it to the mix!

Now just take a little something sweet, not sour!

A bit of salt, just a pinch!

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Applejack had been in the house for what seemed like days. Her hunger was beginning to gnaw away at her and she was considering eating from the ponies that were strung throughout the house. Only the looks of horror and pain, frozen eternally on their faces, stayed her appetite, 'not for much longer though,' she thought as her stomach gave an enormous rumble. It was now pulled into her and it seemed bulgy and misshapen. She had found that the taps worked, though each time they were turned on they produced a different liquid.

It had been a huge shock when Applejack turned off the water when she thought she heard Pinkie approaching. As it turned out to be nothing, Applejack plunged her head back under the faucet and turned it on, only to receive a face of blood. She screamed and began heaving, trying to get the coppery taste out of her mouth. He heard approaching stomps, as though a pony were repeatedly jumping along a long hallway. Knowing it was Pinkie, Applejack ran to the door and climbed up the back of it. It opened slowly and silently just as she settled down and a pink head poked into the room. A large red puddle was on the floor and the faucet was one.

"Oooh, that Gummi," Pinkie fumed as she turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel to clean up the puddle. "I told him to stay out of the sink unless he asked first."

Applejack slowly walked up the door and to the other side. Once in the adjoined room she sped up, heading for the only other open door she saw. After a series of winding passages and gory rooms, Applejack found herself in the front room of the house, barred to her ever since her first few hours in the house when the insects had formed a living wall across the only path she knew to reach here.

Applejack jumped down on the floor and sprinted at the door, heedless of the noise she was making now that she was steps away from freedom. Applejack slammed into the door and felt it splinter. She jumped up and pulled the handle, throwing it open. In the doorway stood a small pink figure.

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So sweet and tasty!

Cupcakes! Don't be too hasty!

Cupcakes! Cupcakes, cupcakes, CUPCAKES!

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Pinkie stood there as her friend threw open the door. "Hiya," she yelled, excited at getting to play again. She jumped forward and gave Applejack a big hug. "I missed you soooo much," she said as she crushed Applejack's neck. "I knew you were hiding, but it wouldn't be fair to cheat with the oracle so I just waited until you got bored."

The orange pony shoved her away, a strange gleam flashing across her green eyes. "Get back from me you monster," she yelled, backing up. "You ain't gonna get this here pony to cook."

"Applejack," Pinkie said, "whatever could you be talking about?"

"Ah said GET BACK!" The cowpony turned and bucked at Pinkie who stood with a slight giggle. Applejack's extreme hunger and stress had made her weak and inaccurate.

"But we still hafta play before we say goodbye," Pinkie said, saddened at her friend's aggression.

Applejack tried to rush past her and run through the doorway. Pinkie didn't move and Applejack slammed into her. "Really Applejack," she said, growing angry, "I wanna show you a good time and you just keep hitting me? Well two can play that game."

Pinkie suddenly changed. One second she was sitting on the floor, tears welling up in her eyes and a scowl on her face. The next second, the immense shadowy figure of Pinkamena towered over Applejack.

Applejack was lifted and thrown into the oddly shaped display counters. Her head collided with an audible snapping noise and the glass shattered, filling Applejack's mane with innumerably shards of razor sharp glass. Pinkamena ripped up one of the floor tiles and threw it at Applejack like a Frisbee. She managed to lift her hoof in time to save her head from being crushed. As the tie hit her leg, it slammed forward, causing Applejack's hoof to nearly crush her eye; its socket splintered filling her vision with a haze of blood.

Pinkamena advanced forward, seeming to calm and revert into her smaller Pinkie form. "Applejack, if you are done playing just tell me and we can say goodbye. I don't want you to leave when we're mad at each other, this is hard enough already."

The last thing Applejack saw the pink pony advancing on her, tears flowing from her eyes and the corner of a paper sticking out of her hoof.

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Cross my heart, hope to fly.

Stick a cupcake in my eye.

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"I'm sorry Applejack," Pinkie whispered as she slung the well-muscled pony onto her back. "I don't make the rules, just the cupcakes. It's too bad you couldn't see that, then I could've made an exception and had a new helper, oh well."

She began to trudge down a hallway, handling her friend as if she weighed nothing. She paused for a moment when she felt her knee pinch a bit. Applejack's eyes fluttered open and she saw Pinkie's face so close to hers. Applejack's eyes were filled with loathing and she spat into Pinkie's face. As the trails of blood and saliva trickled down Pinkie's face she began crying. Applejack's eyes narrowed and then closed again.

"Don't worry about her so much Pinkie," crooned the voice of her other half.

"But sh- she hates me now," sobbed Pinkie as she continued on. She reached a staircase and began climbing.

"No, she just doesn't understand. She thinks you're just like me. You must admit that I am not liked by most ponies."

"But you're me."

"Exactly dear Pinkie, that's something I tried to make you comprehend long ago."

They fell into silence. The only noise now was the occasional grunt from Applejack as her bruised ribs where touched. There was a slight chittering of the Furmites as they ran out to lap up the blood trickling from Applejack's injured eye.

Pinkie silently reassured herself that it was right to continue on and then dumped Applejack's unconscious form down a nearby laundry chute.

"Just remember," came Pinkamena's voice as Pinkie stared after her friend, "you're giving her the party of her life and soon she can play with Dashie and Twi again while they wait for everypony else."

Pinkie, for once, had nothing to say to her sister in art; beginning to regret her deal with Nightmare Moon for the first time in fourteen years. She looked down at her hooves. "How many ponies have I-" she cut herself off, "this has gone on long enough. I'll finish Applejack and then I can go back to searching for new ponies. Maybe one day I'll think this is wrong but for now," an insane grin split her face and her eyes glowed red, "it's only too good!"

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Woo-hoo, done. Now I'm off to do homework. The ending was… difficult to write. After she dumped Applejack I couldn't think of a way to end the chapter and Pinkie/Pinkamena couldn't be bothered to say anything.

The next couple of chapters will not be about Pinkie and AJ; they've gotten a little too much attention lately because of time constraints and such on my side. We should see more of Fluttershy, Spike, Rarity and the Crusaders for the next chapter or two. Besides, several days have passed in the house and Ponyville needs to… catch up.

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Edit: I forgot to mention, the part that Twilight's disembodied head says as it slowly dies. It was written by Timefather64 in his review for an earlier chpt. chpt 10 if im not mistaken. (too lazy to check)... actually, that was his review.

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