Pinkie Pie let out a sigh as she sat down at the table in the lounge. Fern was cooking something on the stove. She had looked over when Pinkie Pie entered the room.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"I'm bored." said Pinkie.
"Bored?" asked Fern. "You're bored?"
"I know, it's weird, isn't it?" said Pinkie Pie. "I've just run out of things to do."
"No more ponies to eat?" asked Fern.
"Oh, which reminds me." said Pinkie.
"Oh, no." said Fern. "What?"
"I've invited Macy over and she should be here any minute." said Pinkie. "When she gets here, send her to the basement."
Fern stopped cooking and set the pan she was holding down on the counter.
"You're gonna kill her, aren't you?"
"Well..." said Pinkie.
"I won't do it." said Fern.
Pinkie's eyes narrowed as she got out of her chair and walked towards Fern. Fern balked up until she hit the wall. Pinkie stood directly in front of her.
"I would've thought after all this time," Pinkie started. "you would've learned to do whatever I say." There was a knock at the front door. "That must be her. You know what to do."
Fern watched as Pinkie Pie headed to the basement. Fern inhaled deeply and made her way to the front door. She opened the door and was greeted by Macy.
"Hey." she said.
"Hey, Macy."
"Is Pinkie Pie here?"
"Is she ever not?" asked Fern.
Macy smiled. "Where is she?"
Fern hesitated before answering. "In the..." she paused to clear her throat. "In the basement."
"You okay?" asked Macy walking passed Fern.
"You mean apart from being a hostage?" asked Fern, closing the door.
She watched as Macy made her way through the lounge door. Fern stood in the lobby for a minute or so. When she finally came to, she ran into the lounge.
"Macy?" she called out.
But it was too late. She had already gone to the basement. Fern sat down at the table and rested her head.
"What have I done?" she asked herself. "My only friend."
Just then she heard someone coming up the stairs.
Macy?" she asked, turning around.
Pinkie was standing in the doorway. She wasn't covered in blood, though. She then stepped to the side and another pony appeared in the doorway. It was Macy. Fern let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"I thought you were gonna eat her." said Fern as Macy sat down at the table.
"I was." said Pinkie.
"Well, why didn't you?" asked Fern. Pinkie said nothing. "Because you knew she was my friend." she said, siting down next to Macy. "You couldn't do it." Pinkie shifted her eyes to the right. "So, there is some good in you, after all."
Pinkie looked back at Fern.
"There is no good in me." said Pinkie. "This was just to show you that I can be nice when I want to be."
"Right." said Fern.
"Don't push your luck." said Pinkie. "Besides, what friend sentences another friend to death?"
"W-what are you talking about?" asked Macy. "Fern. What's she talking about?"
"Fern knew what happens to ponies who are sent to the basement. And yet she still sent you. Her friend."
Macy looked at Fern.
"I was scared!" yelled Fern.
"You care more about yourself than you do about your own friend." said Pinkie.
"That's not true!" yelled Fern.
"Then why'd you do it?" asked Pinkie.
Fern rested her head back down the tale and cried.
"I don't know!" she cried. "But I wanted to say something. I've never been so scared in my life. I thought I had lost my best friend."
"Your only friend." said Macy.
"Well, isn't this nice." said Pinkie.
"You can try to tear us apart," said Macy. "but we have something you'll never have. Friendship."
"I had that once." said Pinkie. "Until I was betrayed. The same friends I once had were the ones that made me who I am today."
"It seems you need to learn forgiveness." said Macy.
"Forgiveness." said Pinkie with a chuckle. "That's a funny concept."
"It's not funny at all." said Fern, raising her head. "It's nice."
"Oh, please." said Pinkie. "Someone get a bowl. I think I'm gonna throw up."
"I wonder what you were like before." said Macy.
"Enough of this." said Pinkie Pie. "I'm going for a walk." she said, grabbing her coat and leaving the lounge.