The next morning, Fern limped out of the bedroom and into the lounge. Pinkie Pie was sitting at the table on the opposite side.
"Have a seat." she said. Fern slowly pulled out a chair and sat down. "Don't seem so tense." said Pinkie. "Loosen up."
"How can I loosen up?" asked Fern. "You stabbed me in the thigh."
"Hmm." said Pinkie Pie, tilting her head slightly and grinning. "Does this place have a basement?"
"Of course." said Fern. "It's where we keep all the supplies that come in. Why?"
"Just curious." said Pinkie.
"Wh... what are you thinking of doing?"
"I was just thinking of making a den for myself."
"A den?" asked Fern. "Like an animal?"
"A place I can eat and not worry about making a mess."
"Um..." said Fern. "A mess?"
Pinkie Pie smiled. "You bet. A big mess."
"You don't mean..." Fern started. Pinkie continued to smile. "Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick."
Just then there was a knock at the front door.
"Ooh." said Pinkie Pie. "My first customer."
"Excuse me?" asked Fern.
"Show this visitor to the basement, will you?"
"Why? So you can kill the pony?"
"Of course." said Pinkie.
"I'm not gonna do it." said Fern.
Pinkie's eyes narrowed and her smile faded.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"I said I won't help you kill anypony!"
Pinkie Pie lunged forward, slammed Fern's head against the table, and held it down.
"Listen to me you little worm!" yelled Pinkie. "You will do what I say, when I say it! Got that?! 'Cause if you don't, so help me I will rip out your organs with my teeh and feast off your eyeballs! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"
"Perfectly." said Fern.
Pinkie released Fern's head.
"I'll be in the basement." said Pinkie, walking off.
Fern took a deep breath and headed to the front door. When she opened it, she saw a red unicorn standing there.
"Delivery." she said.
Fern looked behind her and saw a cart with supplies. Fern took a deep breath.
"Right this way." said Fern, shakily.
The unicorn levitated the cart and followed Fern into the lounge.
"The basement's at the end of the hall." said Fern. "You can s-set the cart down there."
"Are you okay?" asked the unicorn.
"I'm fine." said Fern. "Just a little tired."
"All right, then." said the unicorn, heading for the basement.
Fern sat down at the table in the lounge as the unicorn headed downstairs. The unicorn got to the bottom of the stairs and stood in the basement. She headed over to a shelf and started to stock the shelves.
"Mmm." said a voice. The unicorn whipped around and saw a pink pony with long, staright hair that fell over her face. "Don't you look delicious."
The unicorn let out a gasp as Pinkie lunged at her throat.
Fern laid her head down on the table and just listened to the screams of pain coming from the basement. She started to cry heavily and uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry." she cried. "Forgive me."
She continued crying until the screams faded a few minutes later. A few more minutes later she headed down the stairs. She stood in the basement and almost threw up. There was blood all over the floor. In the center of the blood puddle was what was left of the unicorn. Fern heard a noise to the right and looked to see what it was. Pinkie Pie stood next to the unicorn's mutilated body. She was covered in blood from head to hoof.
"That was wonderful."
"I think I'm gonna be sick." said Fern.
Pinkie Pie approached Fern and stood in front of her. She leaned in close and Fern looked away. She didn't want to look at Pinkie's blood-covered face.
"Look at me." said Pinkie, calmly. Fern slowly looked at Pinkie's face. Pinkie smiled. "You did good."
Pinkie took one last look at Fern before heading back upstairs. Fern looked at the mutilated body.
"I'm so sorry." she said softly.
A tear fell from her eye as she turned to leave.