Pinkamena opened the front door and entered.

"Derpy!" she yelled. "We're back!"

The gray mare came back and smiled. "Hello, mistress."

"Hey, Derp." said the pink mare. "Guess who Fluttershy's new pet is."

"N-New pet?"

Pinkamena nodded. "Yes... It's a certain mare you bumped into a while back. Remember? Almost cost you your job..."

The mares eyes started to winden as tears fromed in them "t-trixie?..." she sead looking sad

Twilight walked up to her and put a hoof on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Derp. She actually apologized for it. Saying she was too ashamed to come back to apologize."

"Sh-She did?"

"Yeah." said Twilight. "And I think she was serious, too."

"W-Well... I guess I can forgive her..." the mare said as a pained moan came from the kitchen.

"Scootaloo?!" asked Pinkamena. "You okay?!"

"Too much pie!" she moaned from behind the counter.

Pinkamena trotted over to her. "Ate too much, didn't you?"

Scootaloo just moaned again.

"Best thing to do is sleep it off, I guess." said the pink mare,

"Right. Uhhhh... On that." the filly said weakly.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Please, mommy?"

"Sure thing, honey." said Pinkamena, squatting down so Scootaloo could get on.

The filly got onto the mares back, wincing slightly. Pinkamena stood up and headed upstairs.

"You two just do whatever." Pinkamena said to Twilight and Derpy.

Scootaloo was silent as they went down the stairs.

"What kind of pie was it?" asked Pinkamena.

"Different kinds... Um... Some rainbow pie, apple pie, blueberry pie... a meat pie, too..."

"Well, maybe next time you'll think twice before wolfing down so many pies, huh?"

"I'm sorry, mommy." the filly moaned.

They arrived at the bottom of the stairs and headed to their bedroom. Pinkamena trotted up beside the bed.

"Now get some rest, Scoots." she said.

The filly crawled off and into the bed. "Mommy, tell me a bedtime story..." she asked.

"All right." said the pink mare. "How about I tell you the story about how I killed Ruby's mother?"

"Oh, that sounds like a good one..." the filly cooed.

"It's a great one." said Pinkamena, tucking Scootaloo in. "Well, I managed to give her and her friend Ginger a piece of pie in which I had slipped in a knock-out drug. After they passed out, I gave one to Mrs. Cake as well. Once all three were out cold, I carried Berry and Ginger down to the basement."

"What did you do with Mrs. Cake?" the filly asked, listening intently.

"I let her live. Didn't want anypony snooping around."

"I know that. I mean, did you just leave her at the counter?"

"Yeah. Made it look like she passed out."

"You so good, mommy!" the filly cheered.

"Thank you. I try. Anyways, I strapped the ponies into their devices and began with Berry. I made it so she had to drink 5 gallons of wine and 5 gallons of booze or she would be impaled by spike for 5 seconds she does not."

The filly smiled seeing where this was going

"So, she manages to drink all the wine and then moved onto the booze. She hardly drank any because she was too lightheaded from the wine."

"So did the spikes kill her?"

"Oh, yeah. They all did. There was blood everywhere-- It was beautiful."

"Ohhh, I wish I had been there." said the filly. "But that was before you found me."

"Yeah... Back before I had the thought of having daughter."

"O-Or me a mommy..." the filly whispered, falling asleep.

Pinkamena smiled and ran a hoof through the filly's mane.

"Sleep tight." she said soothingly. "Don't let the Parasprites bite."

The filly smiled as she fell asleep. Pinkamena gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the room, heading upstairs.

Once at the top of the stairs, Pinkamena nearly ran straight into a worried-looking Derpy.

"P-Pinkamena." she said. "You have to come quick."

"Wh-What is it?" asked the pink mare.

"There's a detective here. He's in the shop, sitting at a table, waiting for you.".

Pinkamena hesitated before trotting passed Derpy and into the main room. Sitting there was a white unicorn colt with a gray mane and a fedora. He was reading from a note pad and sipping coffee.

"Who are you?" asked Pinkamena, trotting over to his table and sitting down across from him.

"Miss Pinkamena Diane Pie? I'm Inspector Clue."

"Inspector Clue... so? What do you want?"

"Oh, I'm just here, following up on the Clover case. You were there when it happened, right?"

"Yeah." said the mare. "I was there."

"Ah, then you won't mind telling me what happened?"

"Of course not. What would you like to know?"

"From start to finish, what happened, please... Start with why you and a Scootaloo were there."

"We went there to visit our friend, Clover." explained Pinkamena. "And she asked if we'd stay and have a meal together. Scoots and I, of course, agreed. I mean, who doesn't like food, right?"

"Yes yes... Continue."

"Anyways, we gathered upstairs for a talk, but Clover left the stove on high... accidentally, of course. Anyways the stove catches on fire and then subsequently the house. The three of us ran to the window to escape, only Clover got it in her head that she could put out the fire. I dunno, maybe somepony she knew built the house, or something, and it meant a lot to her... I don't know. So I get the window open just as Clover runs back into the room. The doorway catches on fire, which in turn caught her on fire. Seeing there was no hope for her, I saved the only one I knew I could save... Scootaloo."

"And the filly's alright?" the colt asked as he scribbled on his note pad. "How's she been coping with seeing a mare burn alive?"

"She's doing well. She's actually asleep right now... Too much pie. Probably a coping method."

"You should watch that. It can form a bad habit." the colt advised, sounding a little concerned.

"I am... very closely."

"Actually thinking about that filly... Scootaloo. Her father was reported missing just little while ago... Why is this filly living here? Most of my reports say she and a gray mare have been seen coming and going a lot lately."

"Scootaloo came over on a sleepover and told me that her father was abusive and that she didn't want to go home. So I opened my doors to her. Why? What happened to her father? He's just missing?"

"Well, that's the thing. There was a report that he was murdered in the back ally of a pub nearby..."

Pinkamena went stiff and put on a shocked expression. "You're kidding. Do they know who it is?"

"Well, the claim was anonymous so the locals are saying it's a bunch of bull... but I have my suspicions... Oh... One last thing... You wouldn't happen to know a mare named Fyre?" the colt asked, writing some more.

"Fyre?" asked Pinkamena. "Name's familiar."

"Ah. She was reported missing as well. Oh, and on a note back to Miss Clover... Did she own spiders?"

"Spiders?" asked Pinkamena, leaning forward. She leaned back again. "How should I know? Doesn't every house have at least one spider?"

"Yes, well that's all for now, Miss Pie." the colt said, getting up and trotting for the door. "Tell Scootaloo I'm sorry my brother hurt her." And with that, he left.

Pinkamena stared at him as he left. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Derpy slowly trotted over to Pinkamena. "Wh-What's wrong?"

"That was Scootaloo's father's brother." said the pink mare.

"Sh-She's got an uncle?"

"Apparently." said Pinkamena. "I have a feeling he's gonna be trouble."

"Why?"

"I just have this feeling."

"O-Okay?"

Twilight trotted up to them. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah..." said the pink mare.

"What now?"

Pinkamena stayed silent for a few seconds.

"Twilight..." she finally said, turning to her. "How about you go home?"

"R... Really?" asked the unicorn. "You're letting me go free?"

"Yeah, I can trust you... right?" she asked, glaring.

Twilight gulped. "Y-Yes..."

"Good." said the pink mare with a smile. "Now, go." Twilight nodded and headed to the front door. "And don't attract any attention."

"Yes, Pinkie." said Twilight, leaving the building.

"Twixie Pie": Twilight arrived back at the library and entered, her stomach growling.

"Oh, no." she said. "Hunger..."

Just then there was a knock at the door. Twilight spun around in shock. She slowly trotted over to the door and opened it.

"Hello?" she asked.

A lignt brown colt stood there.

"U-Um, yes... I was just passing throw towm and i was worndering where the nearest hotell was?" the colt asked

Twilight's tail twitched as her hunger became more intense.

"It's quite far from here." said Twilight. "But you're welcome to spend the night here."

"Oh, um... Well, I wouldn't want to impose."

"Oh, it's no trouble." said Twilight. "No trouble at all."

"W-Well, if you insist." the colt said, happily trotting inside.

Twilight looked outside to see if anypony was around before closing the door.

The colt had sat down on the couch. "I'm ever so thankful for this, Miss..."

"Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle."

"Ah, Miss Sparkle. Now, where would you like me to sleep?" he asked politely.

"Just up those... s-stairs." said Twilight, feeling hungry. "There's a bed up there."

"Oh, why thank you, ma'am. Um... tell me, is it alright if I get a book for now?"

"Sure... This is a library, after all."

The colt nods and goes about looking 'til he knocks over a globe. It landed on his head, making his nose bleed.

"Gah?!" he exclaimed.

Twilight licked her lips as she stared at the blood.

"I'm so sorry, miss." the colt apologizes, putting the globe back. "May I ask you for a napkin or a towel?"

Twilight began trotting towards him, staring.

"Uh, Miss Sparkle? A towel?" the colt asked holding his bleeding nose.

Twilight stood in front of him, a tear falling from her eye.

"Forgive me." she said softly, but loud enough to hear.

"I-I'm sorry?" the colt said, confused.

Twilight lunged forward and clamped her teeth down on his neck, hard.

"AH--" the colt tried to scream out as he choked on his own blood.

Twilight started to cry as she tore a chunk from his neck and began eating it. Unbelievably, the colt was still alive as she tore the chunk loose. Twilight watched as the life faded from his eyes. He soon fell to the floor, dead. Twilight fell to her knees next to his corpse and sobbed.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

The colt's body lays there as blood pours out and starts to stain her coat. Twilight leaned over the body and cried.

"Twilight! I'm home!" yelled Spike, as he came in the front door with his bag in claw.

Twilight was sitting on the floor, facing away from Spike.

"Oh, hey, Twi. I'll be right back." he said cheerfully as he went upstairs to put his stuff away.

Twilight didn't move, nor did she speak.

Spike ran back downstairs. "So, Twi... How's your week been?"

"It won't come out..." said Twilight, emotionless.

Spike slowly starts coming closer to Twilight. "You okay?"

"He was such a nice colt..."

"Um... Who, Twilight?"

"He only wanted a place to stay..."

"Twi? What are you talking about?"

"I was so hungry..."

"Twi?" asked Spike, getting closer.

"I couldn't help it."

Spike began to slowly circle around to the front of Twilight.

"Twi, what are you-- GAH!!!" Spike shrieked when he saw the blood on Twilight and started backing away.

Twilight kept staring straight ahead.

"What have I done?" she asked as she began to cry.

"T-Twilight?" Spike says unsurely.

Twilight continued crying. "Why me?"

"T-Twi? What have you done?" he asked the mare.

Twilight covered her eyes with her hooves and sobbed. "I-I killed a colt!"

"W-What?! Why would you do that?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" yelled Twilight. "I was just so hungry..."

Spike backed away more. "H-Hungry?"

Twilight didn't say anything as she cowered on the floor like a frightened animal.

Spike slowly and cautiously moved towards her. "T-Twilight? What happened?"

"I... I-I... ate... him..."

"W-Why?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" sobbed Twilight, jumping up and running upstairs.

She dove under the covers of her bed and continued crying.

A few minutes passed before Spike came upstairs. "T-Twi?"

The unicorn sniffled and rolled over, looking at him. "Y-Yeah?"

"W-What happened?" he asked softly, sitting down a few feet from the mare's bed.

"When I got home... I became hungry. And since my taste in food has changed recently... I can't eat anything but... raw meat."

"Why did your tastes change?"

"P-Pinkie..." said Twilight as the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard.

Soon, there was the sound of hoofsteps coming up the stairs.

"Was that my buddy Spike I saw?" asked Pinkamena's voice, sounding cheerful. She arrived at the top of the steps. "Where is..." She stopped when she saw blood on Twilight's face. "Well..." she said, her dark tone returning. "Guess the cat's outta the bag."

"What did you DO TO HER?!!" he yelled, jets of fire coming from his mouth.

Pinkamena grinned. "I locked her in a room full of dead bodies for a week or so. She then ate a few of the bodies and ever since..." She motioned to Twilight.

"YOU SICK LITTLE BITCH!!!" he yelled, a ball of fire flying from his mouth.

Pinkamena stepped to the side, dodging it.

"Somepony's mad." she said with a grin.

"MAD?!" the dragon yelled, shaking.

"Would 'angry' be a better word?"

"We trusted you, Pinkie." he said, forcing himself not to yell.

"Looks like your trust was misplaced." Pinkamena let out a chuckle. "You have no idea about the world you just entered, Spike." she said with an eerie smile.Spike kept silent as he let a jet of flames burst from his nose. Pinkamena laughed. "You're in for a world of surprises." she said, trotting towards him.

"Stay away." said Spike.

"Or what?"

"I'll burn the pie." the dragon threatened.

"You kill me, Spike... you kill yourself."

"How so?" the dragon asked, looking at Pinkamena quizzingly.

Pinkamena grinned. "Scootaloo."

Spike's eyes filled with rage. "What did you do to that filly?!"

"Oh, nothing... except she now sees me as a mother and loves me dearly. She also helped in the torture of a couple ponies. You kill me... and she'll kill you." Pinkamena paused and laughed. "Think you could kill a foal?"

"I-I... Graaaaaaa!" Spike yelled in frustration.

"If it's any consolation, Spike... I love Scootaloo like a daughter and have no intention of harming her."

"Just ...Fuck!" the dragon cursed, surprising the ponies.

"Whoa, Spike." said Pinkamena. "Chill out, bro."

Spike just glared at the pink mare.

"I bet you'd kill me right now if you could, huh?"

"Yes."

Pinkamena trotted up to Spike and knelt down.

"Go on." she said. "If you really wanna."

The dragon put his claws on her neck. He then sighed and pulled them away.

"Only 'cause of Scootaloo." he said.

It was then that Pinkamena noticed Spike had a small twitch in his claws, but not from anger.

"What's with the twitch, Spike?"

Spike gripped his own claws. "Nothing..." he spat.

"Nothing?" asked the pink mare. "This is me you're talking to. I ain't stupid."

"It's none of your business!" the dragon yelled.

"Ooh... Temper temper." Spike glared at the pink mare. "You really don't like my anymore, huh?"

"What do you think?"

Pinkamema smirked. "I'm gonna go with no."

Spike blew a jet of flames from his mouth.

"Well, I guess I should mention the real reason I came over..." said Pinkamena, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Twilight shifted slightly so there was a spot for the pink mare to sit.

Spike kept watching the mare as he reached into his bag, digging around.

"I recently captured a mare... with help from Scootaloo, of course..." she said, giving Spike a smirk.

The dragon just rolled his eyes and went back to looking through his bag.

"...and was about to begin torturing her, when... I realized... Twilight should be there..."

"Why's that? She doesn't enjoy killing, much less torturing." Spike said, pulling out a small box.

"I know... but with enough killing, I'm sure she'll change her mind." She placed a hoof on Twilight's shoulder. "See how much fun it is."

"Sicko." Spike spat, pulling out a cigarette.

"Spike?" asked Twilight softly. "Is that a--"

"Cigarette?" interrupted Pinkamena. "This is unexpected, Spike."

"Shut up, Pinkie." said Spike, lighting it with his breath. "And, Twi... Yes, I smoke... but dragons don't get the bad stuff from it like ponies..." Spike explained. "Ya know? 'Cause we breath fire and all. And it helps keeps me calm."

Twilight lazily nodded. Pinkamena groaned.

"Aww..." she said. "You mean you won't get lung cancer and die? Dammit..."

"Nope." said Spike, glaring at the pink mare. "In fact, it somehow increases our fire output. Makes our bodies heat up more. So, you won't get rid of me like that."

"Guess I'll have to find another way."

"N-No..." said Twilight softly.

"It's okay, Twilight. I'm only kidding." She glared at Spike. "Unless he pisses me off." Spike just rolled his eyes. "Anyways... back to the torture... We should really get back to Sugarcube. Our guest is waiting. And Spike'll be able to see Scootaloo."

"No... I don't want to see her like that." Spike said sadly, taking another puff of smoke.

"Aww... Shall I tell her you said 'hello'?"

Spike growled. "Yeah, sure..."

"Well, let's go, Twi." said Pinkamena, hopping off the bed and heading to the stairs. "We got things to do..." She stopped at the stairs and turned to face Twilight. "...ponies to torture."

"S-See ya later, Twi..." Spike said a little sadly.

Twilight got out of bed. "Yeah. Later." she said, heading to the pink mare.

"Now, remember, Spike..." said the pink mare as Twilight headed downstairs. "Tell anypony about this... I'll go to prison forever and Scoots'll be after you... and I'll take Twilight with me."

"Ya, ya, I get it, Pinkie Pie"

"Okie-dokie-lokie." said Pinkamena cheerfully, turning and headed downstairs. "See ya later!"

"Piss off!" the little dragon yelled back.