Several days had passed since the torture had begun; not once had the sisters seen each other.    Now, two of each of the taxidermied friends faced each of the victims.  Pinkie had started to lose her mind and was beginning to talk with the taxidermied ponies, often seeing them move at random, ‘Fluttershy, you can’t be serious, I can’t make cupcakes with trees!  That’s just crazy.  No Applejack, that doesn’t make sense, you’re being a silly filly.”

The scent of her bodily waste piling below her, filling her senses, Pinkamena was beginning to become uncertain if she was alive or dead.

Twilight was leaving for hours at a time and the dark and silence was all encompassing while she was gone.  What was she doing out there?  How was Applebloom? Was she okay?  Was she really here?  Was she thinking about her?  

“What is going on here, Twilight?  I’m your friend, you should let Applebloom go!  She’s innocent.  I made her join me; you can save her from me, just get her away! Twilight, sweetie.  Please?”  Silence was her answer.  She repeated herself consistently for the next few hours, or so it seemed.  

Feeling the heavy slap of something wooden against her face awoke Pinkamena, who felt her bones crunching in her cheek, she drooled and a couple teeth fell out of her mouth.  Only a few teeth remained.  Giggling she smiled.  “Hey, I missed you.  Let’s play a new game today, I get to be you and you get to be me.”

“How long has it been since you saw your wicked tongued friend?  Did you know she had such a bad mouth on her?  She said awful things about me.  Even after I took out her tongue.  Her mouth was still bad so I took her jaw.  I think it’s time you did see her, so you can see what a bad friend she is.  I wasn’t as kind to Applebloom as I was to you though.”

“Wait, I get to see Applebloom?” Pinkamenas voice cracking, a smile forming in her broken face.

With a nod of her head she began dragging the shadowy figure closer, the mystical shadow still covering the object.  With an intentional blink the shows dissipated.  Screaming in terror Pinkie tried to close her eyes but she couldn’t stop looking.  She began to throw up but couldn’t even do that.

Gasping and panting, the once beautiful yellow mare was fileted open, her flesh nearly all removed and her lower jaw was hanging, held on by a strip of skin.  Her internal organs were strung out and suspended on hooks and hangers attached to the table she was stuck to.  Her ribs were rearranged  outwards that held her chest open and her beating heart was visible.  A mystical yellow glow surrounded her body.

Her remaining eye locked onto Pinkamenas face. She gurgled some words, her eyes begging for release.  

“See, I wasn’t as nice to Applebloom.  She wasn’t a real friend.  She hurt us.  The six of us were supposed to be the guardians, the defenders.  She took them away from US Pinkie, I’m keeping her alive until she apologizes to us and gives us our friends back.”

Shrieking and pulling at her tight bonds Pinkie began to feel her bones cracking and her hooves starting to bleed.  She fought with a strength she had never had before.    Twitching her head Applebloom seemed to say ‘no, stop, please.’  Pinkie had finally snapped.  

“You monster, I’ll kill you, I’ll disembowel you and drink all your blood.  Death will be a wishful dream by the time I’m done with you.  I’ll teach you how to have fun playing this game, you’ll never be more fun than me.  I am going to decorate the library with your families and wear your head as a hat.  I’ll rip your horn off and shove it down your throat and strangle you with your wings!”  

She continued for a moment longer, venting all her anger, frustration and pain at the magical pony.

Never having heard Pinkie swear shocked them both, Applebloom most of all who gurgled in surprise, blood oozing out of her slack jaw, magically going back in.  Stopping her fight Pinkie fell flat, her mane was dark, her hair was flat.  Her eyes sank to the floor, she stopped fighting, and the last of her strength was nearly gone.  

“I love her, please.  She’s my sister.  I need her to live.  I love her, in a way you can never know.”

Appleblooms heart started beating faster; it was so obvious even Twilight took notice.  She placed her hooves on her head, “I had a plan, I HAD A PLAN.” She screamed at the dark pink mare.  “Argh, I need time to think, I’ll be back!”

She vanished in a light purple glow.  Leaving the two sisters to look at each other in the light she hadn’t dispelled.  Pinkamena looked at her sister and began to sob.  Slowly at first then into a full bawl, she wanted to fight but her bones and skin were broken from her last thrashing and it only made her cry more.  She couldn’t look at Applebloom because she felt too much pain for what had been done to her.  

Applebloom was unable to convey any emotion or feelings, save for a few bloody tears that left her damaged eyes and left her wincing at the burning pain they left as the slid down her broken face.  After Pinkamena had cried all her tears she looked at her sister, the only thing she loved more than herself in the world.

Looking at her Pinkamena asked a simple question, “Do you want to die, Applebloom?”  Without a moment hesitation, she replied yes, A series of nods and bloody bubbles leaving her throat hole.  Wincing and bracing herself Pinkamena yanked against all the bonds, tearing her flesh, until one arm was loose, practically tearing off her hoof in the process, the pain was already numb to her, as she did the same to her legs, she dangled by her right hoof only.  

Falling to the floor after the weight causer her last hoof to pop off.  She had lost two hooves and was losing blood and could barely stand, but she knew she’d survive.  

“3 minutes,” she said, smiling at Applebloom, knowing she would live but trying to reassure her friend.  “I love you, you are the world to me, and I’ll always keep you inside me.”  Tears welled in both their eyes as pinkie bore the few teeth she had left and chomped the beating heart of her friend, tearing holes in it until it was free.  

Watching as the magic spell was slowly healing the open wound where her heart was; sealing the arteries closed, going back in and chomping and swallowing until she was full she fell to her knees, the pain too much to stand anymore.  She watched as the blood stopped flowing from her only sister.  

Hours passed, before Twilight reappeared, looking at the broken pink mare covered in blood, sitting in a mix of her own feces and the blood of the friend she just killed, her own blood clotting in her broken hooves.

Smiling crookedly and peering with distant eyes Twilight asked, “I’m a good friend, right?”