"Happy Hearth's Warming, everypony!" Pinkamena smiled upon her guests, stretched out on a couch. "Oh, I know I've already said it a thousand times, but come on! Aren't you happy? I'm happy!" The rocks stared at her. One of them seemed to answer, and she laughed.

"If only those other friends of mine were here, eh?" She regretted the thought a bit, her eyes moistening slightly. "Oh, but you're so much better!"

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"Hey, don't be that way, Rocky. I thought we already discussed that. There's no place for hate on a day like this!" But what of other days...? "I'll be right back, you guys." She went to the kitchen and fetched herself a bottle of wine, not bothering to get a glass for the drink. She wouldn't need that little anyhow. The low murmur of conversation continued as she rejoined the group. "Alright. Just needed to get myself some- what?"

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"Oh, quit teasing me! It's not a habit, I swear!" She shivered as images of a white unicorn fluttered past her. She took a gulp urgently.

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Her eyes snapped open, an unwelcome interruption from her nursing. "P-presents? You didn't have to get me anything; being here together is the best present I could wish for!"

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"Oh, you mean your 'presents...' Yeah, I'll- I'll get that done tonight, don't worry." She smiled, half-wincing. "Remind me to sharpen the blade, okay?" Shivers scurried down her spine, and she pulled the bottle to her mouth again. So much red everywhere... "Anypony up for some singing?"

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"No, you sing. Too tired for that right now." The voices obliged, swirling around her. The sound swallowed her, a great hypnotic billow of smoke, its tone full of malice. She didn't like it. "Hey, guys, could we... could we watch it?" It grew louder. "Hey! Stop that!"

Her protests prompted a sharp screech, leaving her ears ringing. She gasped. "Y-you're... hurting me..." She sighed, squirming on the couch a little. And the wine flowed, the only thing to help her dull the shock. The chant continued, and her soul trembled. If only there was something she could do about it...

She whimpered, hot tears streaming down her face as red crawled down her throat. She closed her eyes, praying for escape. At some point it came, the wine dropping from her limp grasp, spilling its contents on the floor.

It didn't shatter.