Dear reader, I made this journal to tell you that you should NEVER EVER do the things that I am doing in this journal. - Pinkamena Diane Pie.
I was hopping through the streets on my way home, watching all of my happy friends. Then I heard a voice. I don't know whose, but a voice that said, "Kill them, kill them all." I ignored the voice, because I couldn't kill my friends, I care about them and they care about me… right? I went into sugercube corner to check on the babies. The voice came back to me as I watched the babies, playing. "Kill them, they never loved you. They only like your parties and cookies and whatnot." I thought on this, what if that was true, what if they don't care about me. The voice came back to me, and every single time, it seemed to have put me into a slightly deeper hypnotic state. I then decided to listen to it; I set all of ponyville's names into a bowl, and the first one I chose, was Rainbow dash. My serial killing kept on going, Bon bon, Lyra, Derpy, Rarity, and so on…
Ponyville is now an uninhabited wasteland, yet, I feel like there is one more left, and that he is the only chance of Ponyville coming back to life, and fill my heart with joy…
Pinkie set down her quill and went down into her cellar where she murdered all of those ponies. There was a table with straps on it covered in blood from the last uses. A streamer hung from the ceiling that said, LIFE IS A PARTY! Pinkie went over to it with some semi-fresh blood and wrote under it, and death is a disaster. She got down off the ladder when she heard something. It sounded like shuffling. She checked underneath the table underneath the mannequins, but she found someone trembling inside of a box. That someone, was Spike. Spike opened his eyes to see Pinkie.
"Pinkie?" he then remembered Twilight's death, which was the last one. He jumped back and hissed, knowing pinkie was the murderer. The voice came back to Pinkie.
"KILL HIM BEFORE HE KILLS YOU! HURRY!" Pinkie ignored the message entirely and went over to Spike.
"It's okay Spike, I'm here to help, I need Twilight's magic book to bring everyone back."
"Since when were you caring about anyone?" asked Spike.
"That was just something that happened, it's over now. Come on." Spike followed Pinkie still on guard for anything. When they got to Twilight's house they searched through the books for resurrection potions. Spike found a book and they started making it.
…..
"FINISHED!" yelled Pinkie. She turned around to look at Spike and the last thing she heard was, "I told you so…"