Pinkamena watched as the raindrops slowly slid down the exterior of her bedroom window. The room was dark aside from a few gray shimmers of light from outside. Her eyes followed each raindrop with great precision. For a few moments she felt at peace with herself. No sadistic thoughts, no lust for bloodshed, and not even a chuckle brought on my the misery of others. She was just...neutral. Even Pinkie Pie had disappeared deep into her subconscious. The voice of her happy-go-lucky twin had faded away into nothing only recently. It was strange. She had been crying, begging, and scolding for over a year and now is the time that she decided to go quiet. She gave her head a soft tap and exhaled.

"Pinkie? You there?" she asked. Nothing but silence. She sighed and rolled over onto her back. The bed felt soft underneath her. She didn't want to leave. She just wanted to stay there and relax. Relax for an eternity. What was wrong with her? She sat up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was straight, her eyes were dark, and her face was curved into a peculiar smile. She didn't understand this. Was she happy, sad, or nothing at all? She felt her face only to discover that she wasn't smiling...but her reflection was. The Pinkamena reflection continued to expand her smile until it resembled that of a murderous psychopath. Pinkamena wasn't disturbed though. She had done and seen far more gruesome things than that of a creepy smile. "You're going to have to try harder than that in order to scare me."

The Pinkamena reflection changed. It eventually morphed into an image of Pinkie Pie.

"You look sad," said the Pinkie Pie reflection. "Have you finally begun to feel guilt?"

"Bah! Of course not! I love doing what I do! Why would I ever feel guilty about what I've done?!"

"Maybe it's not you then. Maybe she's slipping back."

"Now that's a laugh! I've suppressed her greatly in the past year! She'll never return! Pinkamena Diane Pie is here to stay! Pinkie Pie is history!"

"How can you be so sure? The world is crumbling around you and yet you are too stubborn to notice."

"Fuck you!"

"Now that's not a very nice thing to say!"

"I don't fucking care! I'll say whatever I please!"

"I feel sorry for you. Cursed to only find happiness through other ponies' suffering and pain. It's quite a sad existence indeed."

"You're one to talk! You're stuck in a mirror!"

"I can be anywhere, Pinkamena. Wherever you go, I'll be there to greet you."

"Who are you?! You look like Pinkie Pie and yet...you're not her."

"You're right. I'm not Pinkie Pie."

"Then what are you?!"

The reflection changed. Now Pinkamena was staring at a ghostly image of a zombie-like version of herself. The hair was strewn, the skin was rotting, the eye sockets were empty, and the teeth were as black as tar.

"I'm nothing, Pinkamena. I'm the nothing that you created," replied the Zombie Pinkamena. Pinkamena simply laughed and threw her pillow at the mirror. The pillow bounced off and Zombie Pinkamena chuckled. "Are you trying to avoid me?"

"You don't scare me. I'm the monster here! I'm the killer! I've done things that most ponies would never dream of doing!" Pinkamena boasted. "You're nothing compared to me!"

"I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"What?"

"You didn't hear me? I'll say it again. I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"Are you just spewing bullshit now?"

"Yes and no. I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"You can stop saying that now. It's getting really fucking annoying."

"I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"Shut up."

"I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"Shut up!"

"I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"SHUT UP!"

"I am nothing and yet I am everything."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"We are nothing and yet we are everything."

"SHUT THE...wait...what did you mean by we?"

"We are nothing and yet we are everything."

"There's only one of you."

"We are nothing and yet we are everything."

"What the fuck are you babbling about, you fucking zombie?!"

"We are nowhere and yet we are...EVERYWHERE!"

The image faded and now Pinkamena was staring at a seemingly-endless sea of rotting ponies and animals. Zombie Pinkamena smiled. Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Aaron, Gilda, Ridley, Trixie, Derpy, Twist, and all of her other victims glared at her with their rotting faces. Their eye sockets emanated hate and mockery, their bodies ripped and teared with sorrow, and their blood poured with lust and sadism. Pinkamena watched as a familiar, gray filly climbed on top of Zombie Pinkamena's head: Bellamina. She didn't look like a zombie but half of her body was missing. She glared at Pinkamena angrily.

"I want my sister back!" she snapped. Pinkamena jumped off of the bed and ran towards the mirror.

"Well you can't have her back you spoiled brat!" she snapped. Suddenly, a long-haired stallion with piercing red eyes appeared in front of the crowd. "You!"

"I'm so very proud of you, Pinkie Pie!" Rufus said gleefully. "I'm so glad that somepony was brave enough to continue my work!"

"Go away! I hate you!"

"Why do you hate me? We're both the same, Pinkie, or should I call you Pinkamena? Poor Pinkie Pie disappointed me. She never followed in my footsteps and I never got to play with her. But you, Pinkamena. Heh, you are my greatest accomplishment! We both live and breathe death. We both bring sadness and pain for our happiness. We are one in the same, Pinkamena Diane Pie. Which only makes me sad when I realize that...you're going to die. Everything that you've done has been for nothing. Pinkie Pie is going to win, your victims are going to be avenged, and I'm going to be one disappointed psychopath."

"SHUT UP!"

Pinkamena turned around and kicked the mirror with her hind legs. The glass shattered and the eerie voices of her victims, sister, and creator were silenced. Now she was alone. She was truly, and happily, alone. They were gone...but they also weren't.

"We are nowhere and yet we are everywhere," they had said. Pinkamena let out a shrill laugh and fell back on her bed. A flash of lightning lit up the room as Pinkamena heard the door downstairs open. "Somepony's here!"

She didn't even bother to fix herself up. She quickly ran out of the room and down the stairs towards the shop. When she arrived in the shop, her heart stopped. She found herself staring at a serious and grim Twilight Sparkle.

"Hello Pinkamena," she snapped grimly. Pinkamena's muscles grew tense as her eyes flashed between Twilight and a nearby kitchen knife. "I believe we have some particular topics to discuss."

"Yes," Pinkamena sighed as she edged towards the knife. "I believe we do."