Fern took a deep breath as she entered the bathroom. The body from the mutilated pony was starting to stink. She held a hoof to her nose as she levitated a mop, a bucket, and a large plastic bag over to the stall with the body. She held back vomit as she mopped up any blood she saw. She then levitated the body into the plastic bag and tied it shut. She et the bag to the side as she continued to mop around the stall. Pinkie Pie leaned against the front desk as Fern left the bathroom with the plastic bag.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Pinkie.
"To d-dispose of the b-body." Fern stammered.
Pinkie pie left the desk and stood in front of Fern. Fern took a step back.
"Where are you gonna take it?" asked Pinkie Pie.
"Out back." said Fern. "To the dumpster?"
Pinkie Pie thought about it for a second before answering.
"Be quick."
Fern exited the lobby through the door behind the front desk. She then headed through the employee's lounge and entered the back hall, which led out behind the building. She dropped the bag into the dumpster and closed the lid. She looked back at the door she came through and then around the corner at the road. She could be free.
"Ahem." Fern whipped around and saw Pinkie Pie standing in the doorway. "You weren't thinking of leaving, were you?"
"Well..." said Fern. "No."
Pinkie grabbed her and slammed her against the side of the building.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Pinkie screamed.
Fern's eyes started to water and tears started to form.
"Please." said Fern. "Don't hurt me."
Pinkie smiled evily and bit Fern on the front leg. Her metal tooth broke the skin. Blood oozed out and Pinkie licked it up. She bit down harder as Fern screamed in pain. Pinkie Pie stopped biting Fern and looked into her eyes. Blood was all around her mouth.
"Don't deceive me again." she said.
Fern nodded and Pinkie Pie took a step back. Fern fell to the ground. She took a deep breath and stood back up. Pinkie Pie motioned to the door and Fern went back inside. Pinkie followed her.
"Do you live here?" asked Pinkie.
"Huh?" asked Fern.
"I just noticed another door in the employee's lounge. Your room?"
"W-what makes you think that?"
"I have eyes, you know. The door had your name on it. So, do you?""
"Yes." said Fern hesitantly.
"How many beds do you have?"
"Two." said Fern. "Why?"
"I get tired, too, ya know." said Pinkie.