Pinkamena let out a low growl and headed back downstairs to the basement. She then entered a room just before the basement area itself and closed the door. It was a basic, small bathroom with a mirror over the sink and a shower. The pink mare trotted over to the sink and stared into the mirror.

"That damn Trixie..." she spat. "I'll get her."

Just then the door creaked open.

"Everything all right, Pinkie?" asked a voice.

The pink mare looked over her shouler. "Everything's fine. Now, go back upstairs and keep a look-out."

"You got it," said the voice before the door creaked shut.

Hoofsteps could be heard trotting back up the stairs. The pink mare noticed that her mane was a little messy and let out a low sigh. She trotted over to the shower and turned the water on. When it was hot enough, she turned on the shower head.

"Gonna get that... stupid... mare," the pink mare muttered, holding her head under the water for a few seconds before pulling away.

She grabbed a thing of hair gel and squeezed it onto her mane. She then set the bottle down and rubbed the gel in, all the while thinking of what she was going to do to Trixie when she got her hooves on her.

She then held her head under the water again and rubbed the gel in. When that was done, she pulled back and turned off the water. She then dried her hair and grabbed a comb. Pinks let out a groan as she sat on the edge of the tub, brushing her hair.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," groaned the pink mare.

The door opened. "Pinkie?" sked the voice.

"Yes? What is it?"

"They took Trixie to the hospital."

The pink mare chuckled as she brushed. "Of course they did. Standard procedure."

"What do want me to do?"

"Just leave it to me, okay?"

The owner of the voice nodded. "You got it, Pinkie." There was a short pause. "Why do you comb your mane?"

"What? Just because I'm a serial killer means I can't look nice?"

"I didn't mean it like th--"

"It's actually hard work to keep my mane straight and perfect."

"Well, it looks nice."

Pinks nodded. "Thank you. Now, go. I have work to do."

The door closed again and Pinks got up, heading to the mirror.

"Looks like I'm going to the hospital," she said with a grin.