Pinkie Pie suddenly found herself sitting in the middle of Ponyville’s town square. However, instead of being filled with happy friends on a sunny day, she found herself in the midst of a dark and dimly lit version of town hall. Suddenly, a flash of lightning light up the night sky, providing Pinkie Pie with a brief and horrifying glimpse into the carnage that littered the square. Strewn across the town square were just under a dozen pony corpses.

Terrified, Pinkie turned to run away. However, she found herself utterly unable to move, almost as if her hooves were glued to the floor. Looking down at her front hooves, she found that they were covered with blood.

“You did this,” said a voice inside of her head.

“NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo!” she frantically thought to herself, horrified at the thought that she was to blame for the massacre that lay in front of her.

Suddenly she felt an excruciating pain coarse through her right hind leg as a bullet struck her. Once again, her world went completely dark.

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Pinkie Pie woke up, once again in a different location. However this time she was the one strapped down to an operating table, all four of her hooves immobilized by metallic restraints. She tried to move her head to see around the room she was in, but found that another metal restraint was holding her head in place. The only other item she could see in the dimly lit room was a tray on a nearby cart. An array of menacing scalpels and surgical instruments laid there, silently threatening her.

Giving up trying to struggle, Pinkie sat there for several minutes, doing nothing more than to look up at the bright light that hung over the operating table. Suddenly, the deafening silence was broken by the opening of a pair of swinging doors behind her. Judging by the sound of approaching hooves, Pinkie knew that at least one pony was marching towards her. Pinkie instantly recognized the pony that came into view. It was Carol, the wolf disguised as a sheep.

“What are you going to do to me?” asked Pinkie Pie, trying her best to avoid looking terrified in the face of her captor.

“I’m here to help you, Pinkie,” said Carol, her insidious personality trying to mask itself behind a mask of compassion.

“Only my friends get to call me Pinkie,” she growled.

“Fair enough then Ms. Pinkamena Diane Pie. Here is exactly what I’m going to do too you. I’ll be performing a lobotomy on you.”

“ I don’t know what this ‘lobotomy’ or whatever you call it is, I know that you’re just here to hurt me.”

“Delusions, Ms. Pie. You need to quit being such a victim and let me help you. This surgical procedure will help to get your voices under control. Then we can get you out of here and back to your family.”

“I don’t believe you. I also don’t give you permission to do whatever it is you're about to do to me.”

“You don’t have to. I have been given written permission from your parents to perform this operation.”

Carol then picked up a piece of paper from the surgical equipment tray. Using her horn’s magic to hover it in front of Pinkie’s face, Carol continued, “As you can clearly see here, your parents have affixed their signature to this document. Not even your parents think you’re normal.”
Tears streaming down her face, Pinkie laid back and gave up all hope. It was futile to resist.
Carol picked up a scalpel with her hoof and hovered it over to Pinkie’s forehead. Drawing the knife back, she lunged the knife forward. Just as the scalpel was about to make contact with Pinkie’s skull everything cut to black.