"Oh Twilight, don't you know better? Looks like we're going to the kitchen." Pinkie snickered as she put shackles on the Purple mare's front hooves, opening the cell door and dragging her into the darkness.

The lights flickered on.

The walls were horrifying. Painted with blood, ponies' pelts everywhere.

"P-Pinkie?" Twilight managed to stutter, dazed.

"Don't you know by now? You disobey Pinkie Pie, Y-" Pinkie said her motto, but was interrupted by a grey pony.

"DERPY? How the hell did YOU break out?" Twilight gasped.

The mare looked at the knife in Pinkie's hand.

"Ohhhh, this must be the deli. I thought it was the post office. Well, g'bye!" Derpy said, flying out of the building, parcel in her mouth.

"Why doesn't anyone like my 'parties'? They're awfully fun. I should really keep that door closed. and locked.

Twilight shook her head. "No!"

Pinkie giggled. "Dashie may have escaped, and I may not be able to torture her, but you're her friend! And parties are no fun without friends, right, Gummy?"

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