It was the early hours of the morning when Twilight Sparkle, personal student of the ruler of the nation of Equestria, Princess Celestia, heard a knock on the door of her library. When she answered, she saw Pinkie Pie, a pink furred mare with a curly hot pink mane and tail and bearing a cutie mark of three balloons: two blue and one yellow, wearing a basket filled with envelopes on her head.

“Oh! Hi Pinkie-” was all Twilight could say before she was interrupted by her visitor.

“It’s soon!” Pinkie exclaimed, referring to when Twilight mentioned that she and her friends should get together for another party soon last night.

Twilight was confused about Pinkie’s words until the bouncing pink mare reminded her of what she said last night. She then presented her basket of envelopes to Twilight, who plucked one from the basket with her magic and read it, realizing that it was an invitation to an after-birthday party for Pinkie’s pet alligator Gummy who had turned one year old yesterday.

However, Twilight made an excuse to not attend the party by stacking a pile of books on the floor, saying that she was behind in her studies.

Later, at Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack was carrying several overloaded cartloads of apples into her barn when Pinkie stuck her head out of a nearby hay bale to give the farm mare her invitation to Gummy’s after-birthday party. However, Applejack said that she wouldn’t be able to make it to the party because she had too much work to do. After Pinkie took a moment to stare at Applejack who was straining a smile and beginning to sweat, Pinkie accepted the farm mare’s excuse and went off to invite the rest of her friends. Applejack took a moment to enjoy the relief of being freed from the pink mare’s scrutiny.

Rarity was the same as the other two except in this case, she made an excuse to wash her hair by dipping her head into her trash can that was filled with disgusting garbage and what she suspected was her sister, Sweetie Belle’s, latest attempts at cooking.

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy also had an excuse to not attend the after-birthday party for Pinkie’s pet alligator. They claimed to be cave-sitting for Fluttershy’s bear friend Harry.

Pinkie was disappointed that her friends were all too busy to attend her latest party. She began to suspect that her friends were avoiding her for some reason. When she saw Twilight sneaking into Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie’s suspicions grew. As Pinkie grew suspicious, something inside of the pink mare began to stir; something that would change Pinkie’s life forever.

Pinkie began following her friends around and saw that they were passing around a box to each other. She overheard Fluttershy and Rarity talk about how surprised they were that Pinkie would want to throw a party on this day of all days and that the party they were planning was much better.

Rainbow Dash accidentally crossed paths with Pinkie and fled as fast as she could. The pink party planner pursued the speedy pegasus all over Ponyville to grill her for information, moving at speeds that shouldn’t even be possible for an earth pony.

The ace flyer found refuge inside of Applejack’s barn. Pinkie arrived a moment later only to get waylaid by Applejack who was doing what she could to keep the suspicious mare from coming into the barn too soon.

Since she wasn’t going to be getting into the barn anytime soon, Pinkie decided to get the information she wanted from a different source. While she was interrogating Twilight’s assistant, a purple and green baby dragon named Spike, the increasingly stressed and upset mare asked all the wrong questions and ended up developing a misunderstanding about her friends. Her ears drooped and her mane deflated while her coloring began to dull. That was when the presence within her made herself known.

“Hmph, so much for friendship.”

Pinkie’s ears perked at the sound of the strange voice. She thought for sure that she didn’t think that but probably would have soon anyway. ‘“Huh?” Pinkie questioned as she looked around. “Who said that?” The voice did not respond.

After a few moments, Pinkie dismissed the voice as her imagination acting up and dismissed the baby dragon who was oblivious to the mare’s weird behavior which was more odd than usual.

Some time later, Pinkie decided to throw her after-birthday party for Gummy anyway. However, the guests were composed of inanimate objects such as a pile of rocks, a bucket of turnips, a sack of flour, and a pile of lint. As the increasingly disturbed party pony was interacting with her “guests”, the presence inside of her felt the shackles within her oblivious captor’s mind loosen, giving the presence enough room to free herself from what bindings that harmony magic bound her.

It was at that time that a certain statue in the Canterlot Gardens began to stir. The being within the statue sensed an unwanted form of chaos that could be unleashed before his big debut and it needed to be dealt with before this piece of fanfiction ended up becoming just like another famous grimdark fanfic.

Using whatever power he still had as well as a small plea to Harmony itself, the statue shattered to reveal a creature that was composed of numerous animal parts: deer, pony, lizard, eagle, lion, antelope, bat and dragon were all part of his body’s composition.

Acting quickly, Discord, the spirit of chaos, snapped his paw and teleported to Ponyville.

Pinkie continued to interact with her “guests” while pretending to voice their opinions. Each comment became more harsh. The objects believed her so-called “friends’ were worse than losers and suggested that she never speak to them again. Pinkie agreed. But one comment that came about was unexpected and would have been rejected if Pinkie were in her right mind.

“Your ‘friends’ sound like they don’t deserve your parties. In fact, they don’t deserve to attend parties ever again.”

“Huh?” Pinkie questioned, still believing that her “guests” were talking to her. “What do you mean?”

“Life is a party and they don’t deserve to be a part of it.”

Before Pinkie could think on what the voice said, she saw a flash of light in her room and what she saw the next moment filled her with curiosity. A creature that was made of different animals appeared seated in an extra chair that wasn't there a moment ago. She noticed the creature drinking the punch she reserved for her “guests” and biting into a rock that was part of Rocky the rock pile like it was a piece of bread. He then wiped his mouth with a turnip.

After a moment of shock, Pinkie recovered to shout at the mysterious creature. “Hey! Who are you, what are you and why are you being rude to Gummy’s guests?”

The creature paused his antics for a moment and put his teacup down, or rather the liquid that was being held in the shape it was in while in the cup since he had consumed the cup. “Not even a hello?” the creature asked. “I saw that you were throwing a fancy party and I wasn’t invited so I decided to crash it.” He didn’t bother with the other questions since they weren’t important.

“Oh...I guess that’s okay” Pinkie responded. “At least someone showed up to my party. Not like my no account ‘friends.’”

Discord knew her friends were planning a surprise birthday party for Pinkie, but he also knew that the mare had a dangerous side to her that could spell trouble for Equestria later, and that was a kind of trouble that even he, the spirit of chaos and disharmony, could not condone. He was fine with tormenting others, disrupting the flow of society and making other ponies’ lives miserable. However, the kind of chaos that Pinkie would unleash if not curbed or properly dealt with would be violent, bloody, and lethal; a kind of chaos that even he would never indulge. After all, what would be the fun of playing with dead ponies when they can’t even give him any kind of response for his efforts?

“Your ‘friends’ are actually the reason for my visit today. I can tell that you are walking down a dark path that even I cannot condone. I know that you are beginning to contemplate killing your friends because you feel betrayed by their actions. While I could tell you what they are really planning, that would only seek to delay dealing with your real problems.”

Pinkie raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. “My real problems?” she asked.

Discord snapped his talons and the two were teleported to a more spacious side of the room. Pinkie landed on her back on a sofa and Discord appeared sitting in a chair wearing a tan sweater and a pair of half-moon glasses and holding a notepad and a quill. The notepad had mindless scribbles on it.

“Tell me, what was your foalhood like?”

Pinkie went with the flow of the situation and responded to his questions. “Well, I grew up on a rock farm but for some reason the memories of my life before I saw that rainbow wave in the sky were all a blur.” The party mare tapped her head furiously, trying to jar the memories that eluded her. “Huh? Why can’t I remember my early days at the rock farm?”

“I see…” Discord said while making childish doodles on his notepad. “Perhaps our other guest might shed more light on this.” Discord snapped his talons.

Pinkie was confused for a moment. “What other gueeeeeeessssss…..” was all she managed to say before she suddenly became extremely tired and fell asleep almost immediately.

What happened next would surprise anyone if their name weren’t Discord. The mare woke up to display her blue eyes which were a few shades darker than before. She scanned the room around her and once she was satisfied with her observations, she looked at Discord and regarded him with a bored expression.

“And to whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking to?” Discord asked.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie,” the mare said. She stretched the legs that she hadn’t been in control of for a long time, then placed her forehooves behind her head and crossed her hind legs to make herself more comfortable before continuing.

“So, the first one to actually acknowledge my existence after ten years turns out to be what looks like Frankenstallion’s monster.” Both rolled their eyes as she said that. “But I did hear what you asked earlier. That ponk who stole my body couldn’t remember our foalhood because her memories began when the rainbow light raced through the sky while I was left chained to the back of her mind. Watching her life go by would have been the most boring piece of crap I ever saw if life at the rock farm wasn’t the dullest experience ever.”

Discord mumbled nonsense as he started drawing the Pony Lisa on his notepad. “And you told your other self to kill her friends because…”

“Whatever I can do to liven things up around here. If she isn’t going to find some stallion to fuck her or do something bold like beat some pony up and steal their stuff, the least I can do to make her life more interesting would be to have her kill her friends and let her sort through the drama. Pinkie is soooo boring. Those parties of her’s are hardly what I would consider parties. Where’s the booze? Where’s the debauchery? All of her parties are foal friendly that the adults have forgotten what a real party is.” Pinkamena’s complaints continued for a while.

“So you have nothing against Pinkie’s friends?” Discord asked.

“Personally? No. I’m just bored out of my mind and want something that I consider fun to happen. I had plans to move to Detrot when I was able to move away from my parents. The crime rate there is the highest in all of Equestria and I was gonna have the adventure that I always wanted that my stuck-in-the-old-ways parents denied me. I just wanted my other self to do something hardcore because being made to watch her and her foalish ways is my own living tartarus.”

As much as Discord would not care to admit, he saw a little of himself in the psychotic mare. He shared her boredom of the current system of Equestria. Only the lengths they would go separated himself from his patient.

A dim light bulb appeared over his head. After tapping it a few times the bulb’s light brightened. As it so happened, he knew of a world that would satisfy this mare’s desires and possibly get it all out of her system. This would help him too as this idea would get those pesky Elements of Harmony out of the way when he was supposed to actually debut. When he explained his plan to Pinkamena he was surprised to find that she was on board with the idea.

With that, Discord snapped his talons and the mare’s eyes turned light blue again and her mane returned to its curly state, leaving a confused Pinkie Pie. Before she was able to voice her confusion, he prepared to snap his talon again but not before giving some parting words: “By the way Pinkie, happy birthday.”

*Snap*

With the draconequus’ plan in motion, he returned to his pedestal in Canterlot and froze himself in stone while making sure to place some enchantments on himself to fool the princesses into thinking that their detection spells went haywire instead of believing that the Lord of Chaos escaped confinement briefly.

Rainbow Dash showed up a moment later in Pinkie’s room to lead her to her surprise birthday party only to find the pink party mare wasn’t there. Scratching her head, Rainbow looked elsewhere for the missing pony.

The next moment that Pinkie became aware after the strange creature, whom Pinkie never got his name, snapped his talons, she found herself on the sidewalk of a strange city that reminded her a little of Manehattan. While she never went to the city herself, her pa did show her a picture of it one time.

What was stranger was the fact that there were more weird creatures all around her and they were all hairless, had weird appendages at the ends of their arms, walked on two legs and wore various clothing.

Nobody had noticed Pinkie yet, but she did take notice of someone walking down the sidewalk in her direction. She saw someone trying to peddle what looked like watches to him and another that was shaped differently in form from the previous one but had a voice that told Pinkie that the person was female. The woman appeared to want to show the guy a “good time.” While Pinkie had no idea what she meant, Pinkamena, who was observing through Pinkie, knew what she meant going by the tone and chuckled a little from within her counterpart’s mind.

“Oh, hell no!”

The man, the prostitute and Pinkie looked in the direction of the commotion to find a trio of men all wearing yellow all staring at some graffiti on a wall. The trio were all complaining about something called the Rollerz which appeared to be the word used in the wall painting. After that, they decided to use some spray paint to paint over the art. Pinkie didn’t think that was very nice since someone went through all the trouble to paint that on the wall only for someone to come along to paint all over it.

As the spraying began, another trio of guys walked up to the first group to confront them. The new group were all wearing blue shirts. One of the “yellow shirts” made some smart remark about being civic minded.

Eventually, the “blue shirts” got sick of the smart remarks and the two groups got into a fight using sticks and spray cans. The chaos was intensified when a group of people in red shirts drove by in a red vehicle that neither Pinkie or Pinkamena had seen before in their lives. The occupants of the vehicle then brought out more strange objects that the mentally divided mare had never seen before. What happened next made Pinkamena look on with interest as the objects started firing projectiles at the blue and yellow groups. All but two members of the two groups survived that vicious assault.

The blue survivor brought out another weapon and unleashed it on the red group while screaming “Fuckers!”, killing most of them before the vehicle moved in Pinkie’s and the bystander’s direction. Pinkie Sense firing, the mare and the bystander dove away from the incoming vehicle. Seeing one of the red shirts still alive, the blue shirt shot him to make sure he didn’t walk away alive. The remaining yellow shirt shot the blue shirt in the head.

The yellow shirt saw the bystander and pointed his weapon at him. “Wrong time, wrong place-,” he said before he saw Pinkie. He then turned and pointed his weapon at her. “The fuck are you supposed to be?” was his last sentence before another guy wearing a black shirt with a horizontal purple stripe shot him in the head. Another guy who was wearing a purple shirt and black pants, jacket and hat and wearing gold around his neck helped the bystander up and carried him away from the wreckage, calling him Playa. Pinkie didn’t know if that was his real name or just some generic title the strangers called him. Since the guy didn’t say anything to correct the other two, Pinkie decided that that was his name.

Just then her Pinkie Sense informed her of an imminent explosion. She got back on her hooves and ran as fast as she could away from the wreckage. The burning vehicle exploded seconds later.

With the immediate danger over, Pinkie decided to act like her normal self and introduce herself to the others. When she approached, the others stared at her like they had never seen anything like her. Pinkie broke the silence.

“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie. Do you like parties? I love parties. I’m the best party planner in all of Ponyville and-” The mare’s ranting went on and on.

While the pink mare was ranting about herself, one of the guys in purple spoke to the other. “Hey Julius, please tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing because if not then I might need some time off to see a doctor.”

“If you’re hallucinating Troy, then I am too,” Julius said. “Hey Playa, you seein’ this?” Playa nodded. “Then either there were some real strong drugs in that car or this pink pony thing is actually real.”

Troy interrupted the moment by demanding that he and Julius get as far away from the area as possible before the cops show up. Julius made an offer to Playa to help be part of the solution to the problem of the rampant gangs in Stillwater before taking off with Troy.

Despite her counterpart’s ranting, Pinkamena picked up on Julius’ offer and was intrigued by it. If what she saw before was any indication of things to come, then this adventure that had been thrust upon her was going to be the most exciting birthday present ever.

I'm not sure why any Saints Row fans on this site had not tried this idea yet since it seemed to me like the kind of idea that would be the first to pop into their heads.

Anyway, a challenge that I might see with this story would be to help the reader know when Pinkie or Pinkamena will be in control of their body because they will be switching control a lot throughout the story. Pinkamena will often be active during violent situations and activities that call for violence while Pinkie will often be active during situations and activities that do not call for violence but fatal accidents can still happen.

At this point, I have written out the prologue missions of SR1 and am still deciding which SR1 gang the little mentally divided pony should target first.