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Dash awoke and let out a groan. She was still a little groggy from whatever Pinkie Pie put in the cupcake she ate. Dash looked around the room. It was pitch black. She couldn't see a thing. Dash tried to move but couldn't. There was something holding her forelegs and hind legs down. She deduced that she was strapped to a vertical, wooden slab like they used in the olden days to torture people.

"What's going on?" Dash asked, not expecting an answer.

She got one.

"Don't you like the surprise?" Pinkie Pie asked cheerfully.

The lights turned on, blinding Rainbow Dash . She closed her eyes tightly as a reflex from the bright lights.

"GAH!" she exclaimed. "Pinkie!" Her eyes soon adjusted to the light and she opened them. "Pinkie. What're you..." She stopped when she noticed a table next to Pinkie Pie

"Pinkie Pie." Dash said. "What's going on? I thought we were baking."

"Oh, we are gonna bake, silly." said Pinkie. "It's just that first I need a few ingredients, is all."

"Ingredients?" asked Dash, confused. "You're at Sugarcube Corner! You already have all the ingredients needed to bake cupcakes! What ingredients could you possibly need?!"

"You, of course." said Pinkie.

"WHAT?!" yelled Dash. "Is this a joke? Tell me it's a joke. You're joking, right?" Dash stopped and thought. "A prank, right?" Dash started to feel better. "This is all a prank, right? Wow! You really got me, Pinkie Pie. Good one." Dash let out a nervous chuckle. "Now, let me go."

"Oh, Dash." said Pinkie. "You wanted to bake."

"When you asked if I wanted to bake cupcakes back at Suagarcube Corner I didn't think you meant I would literally be baking."

"I told you it was to die for." Pinkie said giggling. "Hey! Let's sing a song!"

"Excuse me?" asked Dash. "A song?"

"Sure!" Pinkie yelled gleefully.

"If we sing will you let me go afterwards?" asked the cyan pegasus.

"If you want." said Pinkie Pie.

"Fine, then." said Dash.

"Yippee!" shouted Pinkie Pie with excitement. "Ready?" Dash sighed. "I-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's... no-o-o-o-o-o-t... easy having yourself a good time. Greasing up those bets and betters. Watching out they don't four-letter. Fu--" she paused and looked at Rainbow Dash. "What's the matter? Don't like the song? That's okay. The chorus is my favorite part, too." Dash let out another sigh. "Here we go!" Pinkie Pie said. She cleared her throat and began singing the song's first bridge. "I'm not a gangster tonight. Don't wanna be the bad guy. I'm just a loner, baby. And now you'e got in my way. I can't decide whether you should live or die." Dash's eyes widened. This wasn't Pike Pie's usual cheerful song. "Oh, you'll probably go to heaven. Please don't hang your head and cry. No wonder why my heart feels dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified." Pinkie picked up a knife from the table. "Lock the doors and close the blinds." she continued singing as she threw the knife at Dash. It hit the wood right next to Dash's head. "We're going for a ride."

"Hey!" Dash yelled. "Watch it!"

Pinkie paid no attention to Dash's complaint. She continued to the final part of the song.

"Oh, I could throw you in the lake or feed you poisoned birthday cake. There's no denying I will miss you when you're gone. Oh, I could bury you alive but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping. That's why... I can't decide whether you should live or die..." Pinkie Pie finished up the song and waited for Dash's response.

Dash stared at her wide-eyed. The song was really disturbing. Especially for Pinkie Pie.

"It was... uh... good." said Dash, lying.

"Great!" yelled Pinkie Pie cheerfully. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Now, will you let me go?" Dash asked impatiently.

"Okay." Pinkie Pie said.

She trotted over to Dash, pulled the knife out of the wood, and raised it.

"What are you doing?!" asked Rainbow Dash, eyes widening in fear.

"Well, I have to let you go, right?" asked the pink mare, a deranged smile on her gace.

"I'll stay! I'll stay!" said Dash quickly.

"Yay!" said Pinkie. "We get to more time to play."