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This is the last time you guys will get to see me in my wonderfully twisted world. I'll be back, but not in this deliciously nightmarish plane. Enjoy.

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Silence seemed to press down on the two mares as they walked through Ponyville. Pinkamena had taken Pinkie's form so that they could converse easier as they walked. The buildings around them seemed to scream through open doorways and windows; openings left by the fleeing ponies days before. An odd smell hung in the air, a stench Pinkie knew quite well by now. It brought her back to her work, each bringing her more pleasure than the last… until recently. Pinkamena inhaled deeply, relishing the smell she had been created to enjoy.

"Our work is done," Pinkamena said, looking over at her counterpart. She made no attempt to hide Pinkie's memories as she was wont to do; it was more fun not to keep the fragile mare from her heartbreak. "We have finally done that which we were made to do."

"Yeah," said Pinkie, the final screams of thousands of ponies finally pressing on her mind. It wasn't uncommon for one or two, or even several ponies to stay in her mind, their death throes disrupting her throughout the day. But usually she managed to remember the thrill it all brought, the joy of the kill, the sweet taste of fresh blood on her lips. Now, a dam had broken somewhere in her mind and her victims had been released at once. Their tortured screams pulled at her sanity, threating to destroy her. Nothing she did could silence them, or even redirect their fury. She looked over at her doppelgänger, silently pleading for assistance, "What do we do now?"

"Whatever you want dear Pinkie, the world is ours now."

"Well that'll do a lot of good won't it?" Pinkie was beginning to cry a little, her hair was completely deflated and her color was fading quickly, "we're all alone."

"Yes, but it's that silence that assures us we've done it! We two have done what none before us could even hope of doing! Not only did we defeat every pony in Equestria, a feat, need I remind you, that not even the griffon armies nor the wendigos could accomplish, but we also struck down Celestia and Luna and you aided in the destruction of Nightmare Moon. Nothing else can even begin to compare to what we've done!" Pinkamena was breathing heavily; it was clear that she had no regrets and had taken nothing but joy from even the most pitiable of their victims. Pinkie on the other hand knew what it was to be a small pony alone in the world. She fell silent, slowing down a little, though not enough for Pinkamena to notice.

"What's more," Pinkamena said, stopping in front of Pinkie, "by technicality, you are about to kill yourself, yet you will still be alive." A wicked gleam flashed in her eyes as her form rippled.

"What?" Pinkie said, alarmed. She began backing quickly away from her duplicate, unable to hide the fear that sprang into her features. For much of her life she had poured her darkest feelings, her hatred, jealousy and anger, into this one being which had been a part of her mind. Then it became separated from her and she began to lose its strength, its ability to resist the darker side of reality. Now it had turned against her completely and she felt… exposed. 'This must be what it's like for Fluttershy,' she thought as she retreated from the grinning specter of herself.

Pinkamena advanced, seeming to grow and darken with each step. Soon she towered over the quivering pink mare. Her teeth seemed to glint in the half light as she descended like a misshapen bird of prey, leaping through the air to come crashing down on a recently vacated cobbled road. She looked up, hissing.

Pinkie tore through the streets. It had been a long time since she had ever done anything with her emotions without Pinkamena's help to focus them, but she knew she could get them under control, she had to. She could hear screams of rage in the distance as Pinkamena searched for her in vain. She knew she would be found eventually, but for now, her Pinkie senses told her to keep running. They also showed her which paths were the fastest. Some of the shortcuts were so well hidden that even she had never known about them before.

Soon Pinkie was back in her room at the Sugarcube Corner. She could see Pinkamena through the window. She had unleashed her full power and now towered above the town, dozens of stories high. She sniffed violently at the air, smelling for her escaped prey, but Pinkie had been just about everywhere in town, especially recently, so none of the scents were strong enough to cancel the others out. It didn't help that she and Pinkie smelled almost exactly the same. She cursed her sweet tooth for this. Debris flew into her nose as she hunted, but it didn't bother her any more than dust mites would affect Pinkie.

Pinkie slid into the secret passageway that led to her other bedroom. She could get the necessary tools to fight Pinkamena here. Maybe this would begin to fix what she had done. If not, it would at least set her free from the psychotic side of her mind so she could live out her days in peace.

Pinkamena roared in frustration and began slashing at the buildings with her strange, clawed hooves; they tore through the wood and stone as though they were wet paper. She was sure to crush the debris to prevent Pinkie from hiding in any of the ruins. "Come out little one, we must play now." The force of her voice shook the ground.

Miles below the surface in her most hidden storage room, Pinkie felt the rock around her begin to shake violently. The echoes from nearby tunnels nearly deafened her, but she could almost make out what was being said. She knew without hearing though, the message was quite clear. It was time to have some fun.

Pinkie emerged from the hidden doors in the clearing in the Everfree Forest and latched them behind her. Either she was never going to use the contents of the lair again, or she wouldn't live to see this place again. Either way, she would never enter this fortress again. She opened a puzzle made out of the immense rock doors themselves to reveal a large bundle of wires and strange chalky clay. She twisted one of the wires tighter than it had been and was rewarded with a gentle beeping. Pinkie nodded, this would attract Pinkamena and eliminate her old home.

Pinkie ran to the cliff a few hundred yards from the hidden tunnel. When placing the C4, she ensured that her secret ledge here would remain untouched by the explosions. She grabbed a nearby sapling and jumped, swinging quickly into the hidden cavity. Even weighed down by her new equipment, the tree had been strong enough to hold until she landed.

Pinkie could hear and feel the powerful steps as Pinkamena hurried to the hidden entrance screaming in rage. She could hear that Pinkie set off the detonators, but only Pinkie was able to stop them. "How dare you," she screamed, "you little bitch, that's MINE!" Pinkamena seized the doors and tore them off, hoping to remove the control detonator before the entire tunnel system went up in flames. As she pulled the command went through and electricity sparked between the wires, priming the tons of buried C4 throughout the system. The abominations within writhed as they felt the disturbances they had feared for so long; Pinkie had usually used one of them to test her products and they knew all too well how effective it was. They also knew how much there was, they were forced to install it.

The explosions began in the deepest sections of the pink mares' old home. The harvest chambers were first to go, they twisted, bloodstained metal melting under the intense heat of the rolling flames. The explosion continued through the wall of plastique and wires that surrounded every inch of the passageways. Room after room collapsed, causing the ground to twist and roll as enormous caverns, some older than Equestria, collapsed. For miles in every direction, the ground dropped hundreds of feet. Several large rock formations remained where the tunnels hadn't been as common and in the odd area where there had been no excavations at all.

Pinkamena screamed, her home, her work, all gone now! Pinkie would pay for this, she would pay dearly. The shadow mare could feel as the explosion continued toward her, rocking what was left of the surface. Suddenly she realized what she was holding.

She threw the doors, putting all of her immense power into the throw, but it had still barely moved past her face when the detonator hit zero. The doors exploded, flames and rocks pummeling the dark face of Pinkamena. Freezing blood rained down and she fell back, writhing in pain.

Pinkie smiled, she had known exactly what Pinkamena would do and she had planned accordingly. 'Now to finish the job,' she thought, pulling on her battle suit.

She had been constructing them in secret for years; always moving to grab the newest tech before its developers even knew entirely how it worked. Thanks to her natural skills and the Oracle's advice, Pinkie had easily found the driving forces behind, and the best uses for, each piece of tech she 'borrowed'.

She now had what resembled a Canterlot black-ops uniform on, but it had been modified. Using a combination of pony and griffon technology, some pieces weren't even available to the top level researchers, she had made some… modifications. The entire suit was filled with gel packets made up of non-Newtonian fluids. Normally a liquid, they would bunch together as a solid when force was exerted on them, instantly stopping just about anything. The harder it pushed, the more of the fluid gathered to stop it. Her helmet had highly sensitive thermo scopes and night-vision. A little tinkering had transformed the thermo sensors so that they showed patches of cold more than patches of heat. Both the night-vision and thermo scanners where set to automatically adjust to the surroundings as necessary, so Pinkie's vision never changed no matter what the lighting was like. It also kept a constant readout showing abnormally low temperature areas within her line of sight. A strange hollow tube circled her body, trickles of electricity seeming to run down it. The tube ended in a large metal ring set into the shoulder of the suit. The ring was aimed forward, like a nozzle, and a small point of metal protruded from it. One of Pinkie's forelegs had strange latches down the sides. A metal rectangle on her back would slide into place there almost instantaneously. It locked in, folding out into a sword which was heated by a special harmonic-fusion cell that Twilight had started researching after their last use of the elements of harmony. The sword would glow in many colors but would also heat up to incredible temperatures, enough to slide through stone and metal as though they weren't there and all without harm to the wielder. Set into the middle of Pinkie's chest was a large black hole. The body armor here was abnormally thick in order to fit the strange device. Purplish sludge dripped out onto the ground every now and then. Each drop slid through the ground without slowing, leaving a trail as it descended. Pinkie was careful not to let any of the plasma drip onto her legs.

"Let's do this," she said, lowering her visor. She ran to the clearing as quickly as she could, but found only the edge of an enormous pit. "Maybe I overdid it on the blasting clay," she said, rubbing a hoof against her head. She looked around; there was no sign of Pinkamena anywhere. A sinking feeling in her stomach told her something horrible was about to happen.

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I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear someone else is pullin' at the strings.

Something terrible is going down, through the entire town wreaking anarchy and all it brings.

I can't sit idly, no I can't move at all,

And I curse the name, the one behind it all…

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"Discord," Pinkamena whispered, laying a hoof on the statue before her. Strange music drifted through her head as she said this, but she ignored it. 'Probably just a leftover of being part of that pink fool,' she thought.

The draconequus stirred beneath her touch, his stony prison shaking slightly. A deep, charismatic voice echoed through her mind. Such power here; ooh and a lust for all things disharmonic. I think we could both be of use to each other, don't you agree? Release me from my prison and I will be allowed to use the full extent of my powers to grant you whatever it is that you want. Then we go our separate ways and everyone gets what they want. Pinkamena shook her head trying to clear it. He shouldn't have been able to penetrate her mind like that, especially not limited as he was. She spoke a word and the stone crumbled instantly leaving a newly freed Discord standing on the statue's old plinth.

"Ah, that does feel good," he said, stretching luxuriously. "You have no idea how quickly stiffness sets back in when you're imprisoned in stone." His joints cracked loudly as he moved.

Pinkamena just looked. This was the being that had nearly ruined her other half? "Yes, yes, I know it must be exciting meeting the great Discord in the flesh," he said as he caught her staring, "but now down to business. What is it that you want in exchange for freeing me?"

Pinkamena smiled, her fangs glinting darkly in the soft light of the royal garden. Discord took a step backwards unconsciously, he had never seen fangs such as these before, not even on the dragons he enjoyed playing with so much. "That's easy," she said, "your life-force."

Discord stood for a moment, a look of disbelief upon his face. He suddenly burst out laughing. Wiping a tear from his eye he continued, still chuckling, "for a second there, hah, I thought you had… said you were going to take my power." He continued laughing, holding his stomach, "and you thought I would just let you!"

"Oh no," Pinkamena said coldly, "I wasn't asking. I was telling." She seized his arm and turned quickly, pushing her hip into his stomach and flipping him over her shoulder. He hit the ground hard enough to leave a small crater and looked up slightly dazed.

"You know not what you do," he said, reaching up and placing a claw on her leg. "Now how about you join me so I might teach you the error of your ways, slowly and for all eternity?" A gray patch briefly appeared on the hoof in a small circle around his claw, but it was quickly forced back into his claw.

"What!" he yelled, "How did you do that?" He sat up from the crater a bit. "No one can resist that, not even the Elements of Harmony!"

Pinkamena turned her hoof back into its clawed form as she reached for the embodiment of chaos on the ground. She grabbed him around the throat and lifted him up until they were at eye level. She had been increasing her size slowly throughout the confrontation, so by the time they were at eye level, Discord hung several feet above the ground.

"It failed for one reason. I. Am. Untouchable." She punctuated every word with a small yet violent shake. "I can't be changed or discorded or whatever you call it. I have no loyalty, I am betraying myself as we speak and I've already killed my creator." A circle of symbols surrounded the plinth on which Discord had once stood, each one representing a different Element of Harmony, designed as an extra measure of protection against his release. Pinkamena smashed each one as she mentioned it. "I have no true magic, friendship or otherwise," Twilight's star disappeared under a large black hoof. "I am kind to no one, giving only pain and death and taking whatever I want when I want it." Her grip tightened slightly around the draconequus's neck momentarily as she said this. "I am neither honest nor dishonest; preferring to use whichever best suits me at the time. And while technically I am the Element of Laughter, I do not laugh, I do not feel joy. Only triumph." The plinth fell under the final blow, now just a pile of dust on the ground. "To add to this, there is absolutely no part of me that is or ever was good." She said the last word as though mocking someone. "So not even the Elements of Harmony can touch me, for they do not destroy, only purify."

Discord vanished suddenly from Pinkamena's grasp as inspiration crossed his face. "But that's just it. My very presence bends reality and makes things that make no sense happen, and things that do make sense, not to happen. Therefore, I can Discord you."

He darted forward and grabbed her leg. Pinkamena watched, smiling coldly as the discoloration spread along her body until it began climbing her neck. "But," she said, the flow of discoloration stopped, "it would make sense then for you to be able to change me, therefore you cannot do it." Her normal coloring returned instantly.

"Yes," said Discord, grabbing her with both hands and squeezing, "but then it would once again not make sense for you to be affected so you are."

"Get your filthy paws off of me," Pinkamena growled, throwing Discord through a nearby wall. "I can keep up with this all day, talking circles around you if I must. We both know that this can only end in one way."

Discord stood, brushing chunks of wall off of his shoulders. He glared at the pony approaching him, still growing as she came. Discord now barely reached her waist when she stood on her hind legs, but he showed no fear. 'Too bad for you,' Pinkamena thought, 'I can smell it.'

A mass of dark liquid appeared around him, swirling in a violent current. He began flicking drops of the chocolate milk at Pinkamena, small explosions sounding as he hit them. The drops splashed against her and rolled down her coat leaving thin trails of moisture. "It makes sense," she said, causing the rushing mass of chocolate milk to shoot at his head, "for someone with your abilities to make this explode. Just like it also makes sense for me not to be able to control it without magic. It also makes sense that chocolate milk wouldn't explode when it hits your face."

The thick stream of milk collided with Discord's head, every particle within the liquid exploded simultaneously, blowing him backwards through several stone dividing walls. He lay on the ground coughing, unable to move. In an instant Pinkie stood over him. "I'll be taking your life-force now," she said, placing a hoof on his forehead. The power drained out of him, Pinkamena could feel it entering her essence as it traveled up her leg.

Discord began fading as his essence was drained; soon he was but a ghostly image hidden in a pile of rocks. He spit at her, moments before he faded, a smug look crossing his face before he came into sight of the world beyond the veil.

Pinkamena had just finished absorbing the power of chaos when the glob of spit struck her. When she finally hit the ground she rubbed the gaping hole in her head. "Ooooooh," she moaned slightly, even she wasn't immune to the pain of a wound like this, "I guess it made sense for his power to be gone and for the spit not to have the force of several nuclear warheads." She chuckled, "I'll have to be careful how I think about the world from now on. Luckily it made sense for a blast like that to kill me."

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Luna won't you cry for me?

I'm as lonely as I've ever been.

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Pinkie had carefully arranged some of the rubble to hide an enormous pit. She had found it not long after she and Pinkamena had become separated, but she had never had any use for it. A bottomless pit was something they would never have had a use for. Now it was exposed by the blast and had been covered by the remains of the buildings that had once been built above it. She knew by the ethereal screams that Pinkamena had gone somewhere towards Canterlot, possibly to Canterlot itself.

"Discord!" she gasped, "with his abilities she could negate anything I tried to do to her!" She groaned, striking her face repeatedly with a hoof, "how could we forget about Discord?"

Because she has been planning this for a long time, Pinkie heard a familiar voice echo in her head.

"Oracle? Why didn't you answer me earlier?" Pinkie was angry, if she'd had answers before, she might have known this was coming.

The dark one had cut me off from your mind; she didn't want you receiving aid. She was placed under orders at the same time our mistress commanded you to turn on your friends. She didn't wish to unbalance her champions, so she allowed you to keep what had been given to you, but she also left the other her abilities, including the ability to block out you so she could assume control.

"Why are you being so helpful?" Pinkie asked suspiciously, "you usually say as little as possible."

Think as such, I am immortal as long as I have a host. You are now the only living being in Equestria and from the looks of your studies before you began the large scale assaults, the only living creature in the known world.

"Known world?"

Don't interrupt. If you die, I die, and while I would welcome the rest, I do not wish to return to the void yet. Also, you are my only portal to the world, without you I am trapped in darkness and silence. She cut me off, therefore I had nothing, including no sense of time. It could have been eons, or seconds and I wouldn't realize the difference. For this, I will ensure that she pays. Here is what you must do.

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I've just discovered that the ponies were defeated,

By something really strong. Is it very weird and wrong?

It just doesn't belong, like it came out of this world.

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Pinkie had just finished receiving her instructions when an enormous shadow appeared above her. "Hello sister," the deep voice above her rumbled, "time to say goodbye." Pinkamena smashed to the ground before her smaller counterpart, widening the crater even more and revealing some of the pit Pinkie had been planning to lure her into. "I suppose you already know what I did."

"You have stolen the powers of disharmony." Pinkie didn't ask, she could sense the dark aura coming from herself.

"Good, then you won't be surprised when I do this." The ground beneath Pinkie turned into a thick brown soup into which Pinkie was plunged to her neck. The ground instantly solidified once more leaving Pinkie immobilized. "This power," Pinkamena said, conjuring a glass of apple juice, "it feels divine." She took a drink causing much of the cup to disappear; the juice remained, still in a cylinder though nothing held it. Pinkamena took another gulp and then threw the chunk of juice behind her. It instantly transformed into a giant icicle upon hitting the ground.

She stalked towards the trapped pink mare, clearly enjoying herself. "You know what always made sense to me?" she asked, smiling. Pinkie knew something awful was coming. "How we had separated." Pinkie felt herself being pulled towards the enormous equine figure before her. "Most would have thought that we'd be separate, but I always saw how, when I became more powerful, it only made sense for us to split. What didn't make sense was the thought of you being absorbed by me to fuel my power."

It felt as though something was pulling Pinkie apart particle by particle, ripping away at her very soul. She felt her strength being drained from her as she was trapped in the ground. "You know," Pinkie managed weakly. Something makes sense about this whole situation."

"What?" Pinkamena wasn't sure how to respond.

"Well," Pinkie said, continuing what the Oracle had told her to say once she had reached this point. "It just makes perfect sense that when you absorbed Discord's power you'd get to keep it." She could feel her strength returning now that it was no longer being pulled away from her by the illogical forces of chaos. "And it also made sense that you'd know not to jump into the hole I hid beneath those buildings there as a pitfall for you."

Pinkamena found herself walking slowly towards the immense hole in the ground. "No, no! It cannot end like this. THIS IS NOT HOW IT GOES!" She began speeding up as she said this. She was too furious to think the situation through and convince herself that she should be doing this. "No, this fall cannot kill me. Nothing can, I am now completely invincible! You're a fool! A FOALISH LITTLE MORTAL! YOU CANNOT WIN!" She fell into the pit, still screaming. For hours afterwards Pinkie could still hear her yelling as she plummeted in an endless drop.

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In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true.

In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through.

In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true.

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Night fell. Pinkie remained deep in the ground, only her head stuck out, a small pink distortion amongst the rubble of the crater. The air was still filled with Pinkamena's cries for revenge. They grew more distant quickly, but she was easily heard regardless. Pinkie knew she would die here, alone and abandoned.

A small chittering noise caused her to turn her head. She gasped in shock, a small rock stuck out of the ground by her head and it cut a small line into her cheek. She finished her turn and saw what she had expected. A Furmite, like the ones she'd used on Twilight and countless other ponies, sat on the ground before her. Its head was extended as it sniffed the air. Pinkie knew that without Pinkamena's aura she had no protection form this creature. Now that she was bleeding, she knew it wouldn't take long for the hungry creature to dart in. Several more appeared behind it, then more. Soon hundreds of tiny black forms surrounded Pinkie, their carapaces glistening in the moonlight.

As one they surged forward, biting their way into Pinkie's head through the hole on her cheek. As more came the cut was widened, forcing itself wider and wider slowly as the insects poured in, ever tunneling in new ways. Pinkie could feel as her entire body was eaten from the inside out by these creatures she had helped to distort. Every bite of their miniscule jaws was a fresh bolt of pain. By the time the masses had eaten their fill, very little was left of Pinkamena Diane Pie. Her skeleton shone white in the huge expanse of gray and brown that was all that remained of Ponyville. Soon though, the skeleton began quivering. Flesh began growing quickly to cover to exposed bone. Within moments her entire body had reformed, still trapped within its hole.

Pinkie's eyes opened. She cried out in pain for the Furmites had already renewed their feast. Deep within her pain hazed mind she knew what had happened. Somehow, when Pinkamena fell, her words still had enough power from Discord left to change reality. Pinkamena had called her mortal and said that she would die. She only hoped that it wouldn't take long for the Furmites to multiply enough to eat faster than she regenerated. Maybe then she would be freed.

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I can't remember, what happened in September

When everything is gone, when it's dark and I'm alone.

It's been forever, since I could have remembered,

Where the hell is everypony? I just wanna know the story

Of what happened right before, I became so alone.

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The sun rose briefly in the sky, its feeble light unable to do more that provide a hazy scene, more darkness than light. Its rulers and the source of its power were long dead and the sun was fading. On its own, the moon had failed and fallen to Earth long before, destroying what had once been the capitol city of the griffons.

All that showed in the fading gloom was a vast expanse of drought cracked dirt in and endless brown plane. Occasional rock formations still stood, but most had been leveled out by now, the valleys filled in. Weathered bones were strewn across the ground in huge mounds, somehow they remained standing, long after all else had fallen.

A sign still stood, its color faded, lost to the centuries, but a few words could still be made out, slightly indented into the material making the sign:

WELCOME TO EQUESTRIA

Somewhere within the ruined wasteland guarded by this lone sign, a small pink dot could sometimes be found. The screams could be heard for leagues, no other sounds to drown them out, no obstacles to block them. When the sun rose, the screams stopped, usually, but were replaced by something worse: the laughter. Bone-chilling laughter split the air, enough to stop a pony's heart, had any yet lived to hear it. This creature was left alone, persisting through the ages, not living, no, never living, but remaining, nonetheless.

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Luna's mane, it's over. It's actually over. The story that has been much of my life for the past three months is finished. I feel… empty.

I'm sorry for what I did to Pinkie at the end. I was planning one thing, where she died almost painlessly, but then more ideas shoved it aside. In these ones still she either lived unharmed or died quickly. But then this happened. I'm sorry Pinkie, I'm so sorry.

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