Pinkie Pie, what are you doing?

The mare didn’t know. Everything was dark and her body felt pleasantly heavy. In a sense, she felt relaxed and her senses were soothing pacified.

I’m just sleeping, that’s all, she replied back to the unknown voice.

Sleeping? Do you think you really have time for that?

There was something familiar about this voice. It held love, but authority at the same time. It was harsh, but yet soothing. She didn’t know who or what it was, but it was comforting and it only made breaking away from her slumber even more difficult.

I just want five more minutes and I promise that I will get up.

Pinkie Promise?

Pinkie Promise.

The voice went away and left the sleeping mare to herself, but as quickly as it left, the voice came back and spoke to the party pony once more.

Five minutes Pinkie. Time to get up.

Pinkie murmured and stirred, but didn’t wake as she had promised. It had only felt like seconds to her, not nearly the five minutes she wanted.

Get up Pinkie. You can’t sleep forever.

She wanted to though. Sleep felt like bliss to her and in a way, it made her laugh inside. It was ironic that she was enjoying this relaxing slumber, seeing that she was a mare that loved to hop and bounce everywhere, but there was something else that made her not want to wake.

Pinkamena.

She hated hearing her darker ego’s voice while she was awake. Even better, Pinkamena was nowhere to be seen within her mental eye. There was no torturous dream, no words of hate and doubt, only the darkness underneath her eyelids and the unknown voice that wanted her to break away from her peace.

Could I sleep forever? I think that would be nice. I haven’t slept well at all for a while.

There was a silence for a moment, but the voice finally answered, shaking the sleeping mare from her slumber.

Only the dead sleep forever.

Pinkie’s eyes shot open, revealing her pools of blue. Sweat ran down her forehead and the heavy sensation her body had been engulfed by had dissipated. Her vision was blurry and the back of her head was sore.

“Ugh,” the mare groaned, trying to regain her senses.The soothing peace she had felt during her slumber was gone and replaced with almost a sickening, uncomfortable pain that made her stomach turn.

Finally! I thought you would never wake up! It’s been boring without anypony to talk to!

Not now… Pinkie replied back to her insane mental companion as the back of her head began to pound harder, but Pinkamena ignored her plea.

Did you enjoy your nap Pinkie? You must’ve been super tired cause I been by myself here for awhile and I was soooooooooooo bored!

Pinkie groaned again. Pinkamena’s voice in her head seemed like somepony was smashing glass against her head.

“Stop talking...my head hurts really bad,” she said out loud, hoping that for once this entity that she loathed would once conform to her simple request.

Well duh! Pinkamena laughed, You took a good whacking to the head silly. It was actually kinda funny seeing how quick you went out.

Pinkie immediately lifted her head in shock. Everything began to rush back to her and she remembered being outside, coming back from the store and how Pinkamena was taunting her and saying things to her that made her upset. She remembered being in an unknown alleyway and arguing until she heard a voice that was quickly followed with a sharp pain and a sudden darkness.

She then noticed something very peculiar that sent her heart in a pounding frenzy. The buildings that she remembered surrounding her and the lonely alleyway was no longer existent, but replaced with a ceiling and she found herself not on the ground, but chained against a wall.

“Oh no!” she immediately yelped, her once lethargic mind finally catching up with the present and realizing the immediate danger she was in.

She jerked and wriggled her body, but the chains that wrapped around her limbs wouldn’t relent and grant her freedom and simply jangled, mocking her attempt to be free.

“No! This can’t be happening!”

Frantic fear took hold of her as she fought more with her bondage. She didn’t know who had done this to her, nor needed to. There was only one pony that would want her captured and her mind went into disarray as the feared name echoed in her head.

Luna.

“Let me out of here!” she screamed, “Let me out!!”

I don’t think you’re getting out of those Pinkie. They look pretty tough.

But Pinkie ignored her demon and fought more. The chains jingled their horrendous melody, as if they were laughing at how terrified she was and simply couldn’t wait for what was going to happen to her.

“C’mon!” Pinkie pleaded as she made one last attempt to break her chains, but it was futile. Her mind and body went ice cold as a realization set in and her she ceased her struggle.

How did she find me?! Twilight put that spell on me so nopony could see me! There’s no way she could’ve known that we were-oh no.

If this was Luna’s doing, as Pinkie was more than sure it was, that meant that she knew not only where she was, but where Twilight and the others dwelled.

No...nononononono! She knows where the others are! She’s going to kill them! Twilight, Sweetie Belle, Spike, Cadence, Shining Armor, Daisy Song; they’re going to die because of me!

Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes as her mind wrapped around the severity of her situation. They were careful with everything they did and always made a point never to bring attention to themselves and Pinkie barely went out. Had Princess Luna somehow already knew where they were and were waiting for an opportunity to catch one of them?

Had Pinkie’s want for trivial tape now just cost not only her life, but the others she cared for?

It was a very real possibility.

You know Pinkie, I could help you get out of here if you want. If you be really nice to me-

“No!” the pink pony snapped, “I don’t need your help! All you do is hurt ponies!”

Pinkie had not forgotten the last time that Pinkamena ‘helped’ her with her fight with Luna. Her dark ego wanted to kill Luna for the simple pleasure of spilling her blood, but at the same time, was willing to let Twilight die.

To Pinkie, Twilight’s life was more precious than Luna’s death.

If that’s what you want, Pinkamena chimed in her head in an eerie, bubbly tone, But don’t get mad at me when Twilight and the others are found dead and Luna is ripping you apart.

Pinkie fell silent, her body limp as her chains held her. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Pinkamena spoke the truth. Without her help, there was no hope of getting out of her bondage and stopping Luna from killing her lover and friends.

But she was afraid.

She was frightened by the insanity that nearly consumed her and the twisted thoughts that Pinkamena had. Last time she had barely been able to break Pinkamena’s hold over her and she didn’t know if she would be able to break away again.

The uncertainty and unknown of Pinkamena scared Pinkie, and she was willing to make do without her help.

“I don’t need your help. I’ll get out of here and get to them...somehow.”

There was no answer and Pinkie didn’t wait for one. Her eyes began to scan her surroundings in hopes of maybe finding something that could provide her freedom.

There were two dim light bulbs that hung from the high, dark brown ceiling. The structures and boards that made it seemed old and ragged. She could see cobwebs and warped wood, suggesting that she was somewhere possibly abandoned.

The walls had nothing on them. There were no windows to help indicate where Pinkie was or if it was still even night time. For all she knew, she could’ve been here for several hours, even days, but Pinkie kept that blocked from her mind. She didn’t want to believe that maybe Twilight and everypony else was already dead, their bodies torn and rotting.

She looked more and saw a door across from her. It’s metal gleamed in the dim light, but she didn’t any see type of knob or handle to open it. There was only but a simple keyhole and she bit her lip.

Looks like Pinkie Pie isn’t going anywhere. Now if you just ask nicely-

“Shut up,” Pinkie retorted through her teeth, “I’m getting out of here and I’ll prove to you that I don’t need-”

But she was quickly silenced as she heard the metal door clicking. Her blue eyes stared as the door clicked more and began creaking open. She swallowed hard and tried to gain her bearing, ready to face the dark princess and somehow, someway, try and stop her from taking her and her friend’s lives.

The door opened and the sound of metal clanking against the floor filled Pinkie’s ears. Slowly she began making out a shadow that was coming closer from the darkness beyond the door.

But as it came closer, she noticed the silhoutte of it was not Luna’s. There was no outline of her astral mane and the pony that was coming towards her was not nearly as tall as the murderous alicorn.

This did not deter Pinkie’s fear however.

“You’re awake,” the pony said, now stopping and standing in the shadows at the entrance of the door, “I was beginning to worry I might’ve hit you a bit too hard.”

This must be who put me here.

Pinkie didn’t hesitate in her response.

“Who are you?!” she bursted, “And why do you have me like this?!”

The pony went silent and began to move into the room. The light began to banish the darkness that covered him and the pony became visible and immediately Pinkie’s stomach turned into a knot and she cringed.

A stallion covered in black armor appeared. His chestplate gleamed and a silver crescent moon seem to sparkle on it. He wore bulky black greaves that covered his legs and a claymore of impressive size was strapped to his back between his orange wings. The blade was jagged and had dark red markings and symbols etched into it.

Pinkie’s eyes went up to her captor’s face and met his orange eyes, but she quickly looked away, stunned by how he looked. His orange face was littered in stitches. It looked like his face had been stitched off in sections. One of his ears had a chunk missing out of it and one of his wings seemed bent, twisted almost.

There was no doubt in Pinkie’s mind who this pony served, but for a moment, she wondered what had happened to this stallion. He looked tortured and he gave off a cold chill within her.

“The Element of Laughter, Pinkie Pie,” the stallion said, seemingly ignoring Pinkie’s demanding questions,” You look nothing like what was described to me.”

Pinkie didn’t know what he was talking about, nor did she care. She only wished to be free and hurry to Twilight to make sure her friends and lover were safe.

“I don’t know who you are, but please let me go,” Pinkie pleaded, hoping to maybe talk her way out of her situation, “I know all you’re doing is following Luna’s orders, but you don’t want-”

She was silenced as the stallion raised his hoof to her.

“You see the armor I wear and what it represents. You assume I serve the Dark Princess simply because I bear her crest?”

“I know you serve her!” Pinkie bursted as she jerked at her chains again,” She sent you to come find me and the others so you can bring us to her and have us killed! I’m not stupid!”

Pinkie didn’t know if this Lunar guard was mocking her, but her desperation was taking hold of her. Not knowing the state of the others and whether or not Luna was slaughtering them while this stallion spoke to her was tearing her apart inside.

Even worse, she knew there was a way out, but it was a way that frightened her and the fear of losing herself in Pinkamena’s insanity was too much of a price to pay.

Or was she wrong?

Was the price worth it? The price of indulging in Pinkamena’s offer and freeing herself, knowing that she may not be able to break free from her demon again? Was it worth the risk of having Twilight see the twisted darkness within her?

And who was to say that Twilight and the others would be safe if she did? Pinkemana was willing to let her lover die before, what was to keep her from hurting Twilight? Spike? Or Sweetie Belle?
It didn’t matter. All she could worry about now was this stallion who still hadn’t given the mare the reason of why she was in chains and left to his mercy.

“You’re far from stupid Pinkie Pie. Anypony that could outrun and hide themselves from Luna is pretty smart in my book,” the stallion answered to Pinkie’s outburst, “But if you must know my name I will give it to you.”

Pinkie didn’t answer back and simply stared at him, trying to show firmness while inside she was scared, but she didn’t want to show weakness to this pony.

“My name is Blaze,” the stallion continued, taking Pinkie’s silence as her answer, “I am the General of the Lunar Guard, War Assistant to Princess Luna, and Executioner of Celestia Loyalists.”

He listed his titles, but none of it mattered as only one thing rang in Pinkie’s head.

General of the Lunar Guard.

He wasn’t just some grunt or typical guard, but the very leader and head, with the exception of Luna herself, of a dark army that had been searching Equestria for the last two Elements of Harmony.

There could only be one reason he was here.

“You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” Pinkie said as she clenched her teeth, “That’s the only reason why you would be here.”

General Blaze smirked, almost amused by Pinkie’s obvious deduction.

“It would make sense for you to think such a thing, but for what reason should I kill you or the mare that Luna calls 'the purple whore' ?” he said with his taunting smirk.

A quick shot of anger went through Pinkie’s body hearing such an answer.

“Don’t talk about Twilight like that!” Pinkie yelled, her chains rattling, “I know you work for Luna! You know she wants us dead, but it won’t happen! I’ll get out of here!”

C’mon Pinkie! Let’s get out of here and have some fun with this stallion. You know you want to.

Pinkie wanted to.

Blaze was taunting her, and she could only imagine how much he was relishing it. The party pony could only fathom the reward that Luna would give for the pony that killed her and her friends.

Blazes’ smirk left his face and turned into one of seriousness.

“I may bear her armor and her crest Pinkie Pie, but I do not serve the Dark Princess.”

“You’re lying!” Pinkie retorted, “You’re just trying to trick me so I can-!”

Thwack!

“Ah!” Pinkie yelped, feeling the backside of Blazes’ armored hoof go across her cheek. She felt the side of her face burn from the impact of his hoof and felt something warm run down the side of it.

“Enough Pinkie Pie,” Blaze said calmly, though the power he had put in his hoof seconds earlier differed from his tone, “Believe what you want, but if I was serving Luna, I would’ve had you gutted and your head as my prize before you even had a chance to wake up.”

This was true. Though what he wore and his actions of chaining the mare up spoke different of what he was telling her, why wouldn’t he have killed her already?

“Besides,” Blaze continued as he took a few steps closer to the mare, “It would be stupid of me to try and kill you while you’re conscious.”

“What are you talking about?” Pinkie said, confused at what this stallion was getting at.

Blaze scoffed and even chuckled a bit after.

“Oh come now Pinkie Pie, you think that Luna hasn’t warned her servants and subjects about you? We all know what took place between you and her. At first we didn’t believe it, especially after finding out you were the Element of Laughter, but Luna herself confirmed that you were more than that.”

He knows.

Pinkie knew what Blaze was referring to and she swallowed the lump in her throat as the sound of childish giggles echoed in her head.

“And that’s what brings me here. I want to know if what she says is true, if this Pinkamena is really as deadly as she says.”

Yay! Somepony wants to meet me and have some fun!

He came closer to Pinkie and her body tensed up with every inch he walked toward her.

“Are you really as insane as I’ve heard? Do you have such a power that could even frighten the Dark Princess for her own life?”

He came even closer and Pinkie was at a loss of what he was going to do to her. He spoke of Pinkamena, but he seemed to speak in admiration and almost praise of such a dark character.

Blaze was now face to face with Pinkie and his hoof gently touched her bleeding cheek. His orange eyes had a twisted gleam in them as she stared into his orange and red pupils. She turned her face, his touch sending an icy feeling through her veins.

“What do you want?” Pinkie asked as she felt her body begin to shake.

His hoof gripped onto her face and forcefully jerked her head so she could meet his eyes and what she saw in them only made her body shake more. She saw how twisted they were, but also sensed a feeling of familiarity, as if she had seen those same eyes before somewhere.

“I want Pinkamena. Show me Pinkamena.”

“No,” Pinkie answered shakily, “No I’m not her! Pinkamena is gone.”

Liar! I’m right here!

Blaze stared at her for a few moments and released his grip of her face as he turned around and walked a few steps away, seemingly disappointed in hearing such an answer.

“Then it seems that I wasted my time here,” Blaze said, keeping his back to her with his twisted wing and eerie claymore strapped to him.

“Then let me go,” Pinkie demanded, “Prove that you don’t work for Luna and let me out of here. Let me go home.”

That’s all she wanted. She needed to get back to Twilight and the others, make sure they were okay, and hopefully somehow validate this stallion’s claim of not being one of Luna’s servants.

Blaze stood silent and began to chuckle.

“Stupid mare, do you still doubt my word?” He turned with a disturbing smile, “I serve one that despises Luna and only wishes for her reign to end, and I was sent here to see how the one that gave her such trouble did it.”

“I’m not Pinkamena….”

You are! You’re such a liar!

“Now let me go.”

Blaze smiled wider and she saw his hoof reach over to his strange blade and began hearing clicks of latches.

“No Pinkie Pie,” he answered, unhooking his blade and drawing it out. Pinkie’s eyes went wide in terror as she was quickly realizing what he was going to do to her, “I came here for Pinkamena and that’s what I’m going to get. If you can’t provide me with her, then I am to dispose of you.”

He drew out his blade and wielded it’s entirety and stood on his hind legs. The strange red symbols etched onto his sword began to glow and Pinkie’s heart went into overdrive.

“No!” Pinkie pleaded, “Don’t do this!”

He’s going to kill you Pinkie Pie. All you have to do is say please and I can get you out of here and make sure this stupid pony won’t try to come and hurt you again.

But Blaze only laughed at her plea and lifted his blade, readying it at the mare’s stomach, ready to slice it open and let her innards spill out of her. A cold sweat formed over Pinkie, seeing that her grisly death was only one blade away.

“Do what?”

Without notice, Blaze swung the cumbersome claymore with ease and expertise. Pinkie closed her eyes, ready to feel the burning sensation of being cut open and bracing herself, but this was not so.

In two swift movements, the stallion’s blade didn’t meet pink flesh, but instead metal chains, slicing them in half. Pinkie Pie fell to the cement ground with a thud.

The pink pony opened her eyes in shock, not feeling any kind of excruciating pain nor feeling her organs spilling out of her. All she felt was the cold cement floor and the remnants of the chains that wrapped around her limbs, broken.

“Huh?” she said as she began to lift her head. She saw to the side of the ground broken chains

But before she could declare her disbelief of being released, she looked up to see the sharp tip of Blaze’s sword pointed straight at her head as he held it firmly with one hoof.

“I’m not stupid Pinkie Pie. I will get what I came for and you will provide me Pinkamena.”

Blaze suddenly threw his blade in the air and grabbed the handle of the claymore in mid air and slammed the bottom of the handle against Pinkie’s muzzle with such force that it sent the pink mare reeling back and blood gushed from her nostrils.

Her back hit the floor and she yelped as she banged the back of her head against it.

“Uhh,” she moaned out as she turned off her back and kneeled on the floor, letting the blood from her muzzle drip onto the ground.

“What will it take Pinkie Pie?” Blaze asked as he dragged his blade against the ground and walked toward her, “Must I beat you into submission? Tell me, what must be done for you to show Pinkamena?”

What are you waiting for silly?! He wants to play!

No...I can’t.

Why can’t you?!! Pinkamena yelled in her head He’s beating you up and being mean! Give him what he wants! He just wants to have a playdate!

“I’m...I’m not Pinkamena,” Pinkie breathed as more blood dripped into a puddle and the smell of copper filled her nostrils, “You have the wrong pony.”

She looked up to see Blaze standing over her, looking down on her with grave disappointment.

“Do not lie to me.”

Blaze grabbed Pinkie by her bouncy mane, making her cry out and struggle in his grip.

“I do not like being lied to.”

He smashed his head against her skull with a sickening crack and sent a pounding and sharp pain through her entire head and having her cry out even louder.

“Stop!” she pleaded, blood running down her forehead and tears now running down her cheeks, “Stop doing this!”

Blaze gripped harder onto her mane and threw her to the side of the room like a ragdoll or some piece of sickening trash.

“Gah!” she cried as she hit the hard floor once more.

The pain in her head made her stomach turn, putting her on the brink of vomiting.

He’s going to kill me if I don’t do anything.

The phrase echoed in her head as every pulse of electrifying pain went through her. Her body screamed for relief along with her mind, feeling like fragile glass.

Slowly, she turned onto her stomach and lifted herself. Staggering onto her hooves, she stood against the pegasus, but her vision swayed and the urge to vomit was becoming more apparent and blood from her muzzle and head dripped onto the floor around her.

“C’mon Pinkie Pie! End this miserable beating and show me!”

His voice in her ears felt long and sounded slow and her demon spoke to her, taking advantage of her light-headed state.

C’mon Pinkie Pie.

You know he’s going to keep being mean and beat you. Then, once he’s done with you, he’s going to find Twilight and the others and have some really fun times with them.

And you know why?

Simply because you wanted to be a meanie to me and not let me play.

“I...I...can’t” Pinkie stuttered, seeing a blur of black, yellow, and mixes of orange come closer to her, “I’m afraid. I’m scared you’ll hurt her.”

“I see you won’t show me still!” Blaze said in a mix of amusement and anger, “ It will be unfortunate if I must go back to my lord without any report and have nothing but a corpse to show for my efforts!”

He lifted one of his hind legs and kneed Pinkie right into her chin, sending a loud crack through the room as armor and bone met. Her head jerked upwards, blood spraying onto the ceiling, and she felt herself lift into the air. She didn’t know how far she went up, but she came down just as quickly and smacked back down onto her back, yelping out as it met the cement.

“Please stop,” she coughed. Specks of blood spattered onto her fur as she coughed more. Her chest felt tight and her lungs seemed to be constricted, barely letting any air come into them.

But Blaze only ignored her plea.

“Enough of this Pinkie Pie. I’m tired playing this game with you so I offer you a final chance. You will show me Pinkamena or I will kill you within the next five seconds.”

Pinkie heard his ultimatum.

“Five…”

She didn’t understand why he wanted to show him her demon. Why would he want to witness this twisted side of Pinkie? Was he really simply wanting to confirm Luna’s words?

“...four…”

Wasn’t it enough that even the goddess succumbed to the fear that was Pinkamena to confirm such curiosity?

“...three…”

It didn’t matter now. As the sound of his armored covered hooves came closer and closer to her, her decision was becoming clearer.

“Two, Pinkie Pie. Make a decision quickly or I will kill you and then find the ones you hide with and kill them too.”

Pinkie closed her eyes, tears rolling down her face.

I don’t want to. I’m too scared.

She was scared of the insanity, scared of the horrors that this dark shadow could do, scared of enjoying it.

Don’t be scared Pinkie. You know I would never hurt you, remember? Remember when I told you I would protect you cause you’re my bestest pony friend forever? Remember all those years ago? Let me play with him and stop him from hurting you.

“One. Choose now,” Blaze demanded and Pinkie heard him lift his blade, ready to strike her down and end the small light of her life.

She bit down her lip, her eyes still closed and made her decision.

Please. Help me.

There was a small giggle and Pinkamena gave her relished anwer.

Of course my bestest pony friend.

“Zero. You made your decision,” Blaze declared as he lifted his blade and aimed for the pink pony’s head, “I will make sure to let your friends know that you brought them their deaths.”

He began to start his swing, but was quickly stopped at what he saw.

Pinkie Pie was quietly giggling and a dark red aura began to surround her body. Blaze took notice that her bright pink fur was gradually turning a darker shade of itself and the mare’s signature bouncy mane and tail were going flat.

Giggling filled Pinkie’s head and an inexplicable happiness and laughter filled her. She felt herself fading as Pinkamena’s presence was taking her, causing her to now go from giggling to blown out laughter. Her thoughts of rationality and reasoning were drifting away and were being replaced with thoughts of parties and fun.

Blaze began backing away as he witnessed Pinkie’s transformation. It awe’d him in a way to see such a dramatic change of form.

The blue pools that held Pinkie’s innocence began to dull and gray.

Don’t hurt Twilight. Just him...only him.

And as Pinkie’s last thought came to pass, she faded away and let her demon have her. Her pupils filled with a bloody red color and the red aura emanating from her body grew even more. The remnants of chains around Pinkie’s limbs disintegrated off as it met her dark energy.

“This,” Blaze began with a smile, “This is what I wanted to see.”

The party pony opened her red eyes with a wide smile. The pain that had wracked Pinkie’s body was no longer existent and the dizziness that swamped her mind was replaced by thoughts of blood and how much fun she was going to have with this stallion.

She looked up at him and stood on her hind legs and held her spectral red knives, glowing and ready to pierce flesh on her command.

“It’s so nice to see somepony that wants to meet me. I can’t tell you how long its been since Pinkie let me out to come play,” Pinkamena chimed as a part of her flat mane covered one of her glowing red eyes.

Blaze was unphased by her appearance and replied with almost a delightful tone.

“Luna was not exaggerating. You are far more than I expected Pinkamena.”

Pinkamena chuckled at the stallion, amused that this pony had no idea of what he was getting into.

“Aww,” Pinkamena mused, “That’s so sweet of you to say. If you like me now, just wait until I show you a really fun time!”

Twisted thoughts of tearing Blaze to pieces and drenching herself in his wonderful blood filled Pinkamena’s head and she felt excitement and anticipation rise within her. She loved how he stood, confident and amazed by her.

She was going to relish his screams of pain once she plunged her beloved knives into his flesh.

Blaze smiled at her, an almost friendly one, but pointed his claymore straight at her.

“I was hoping you would Pinkamena. That is why I came here. I want to see how much fun you can show me.”

The rational mind would ask itself of why would this pony come looking for Pinkie simply to test Pinkamena? Why would one want to fight with almost the very incarnation of insanity itself?

It didn’t matter to Pinkamena.

In fact, she was beyond excitement hearing this stallion inviting her to play. It had been too long since her battle with Luna and being robbed of her bloody prize by the combined efforts of Pinkie and Celestia.

It was time for her to play and claim Blaze as her prize.

“Well then,” Pinkamena answered with a wide smile, gripping onto her spectral blades harder and pointing them at him, “Let’s not waste time!”

And she didn’t. With sudden force and quickness that made the cement floor crack underneath her hooves, the mare leaped with a twisted grin, more than ready to show Blaze the best playdate he ever had.

I’ll go first!”

Next Part: Abomination