Paint
by Flying Sky High
This story is a horror story.
Yes, it's my first horror story.
I think I'm prepared.
Are you?
It was a while later.
Later, as in, Pinkie Pie had a child.
Her name was Cherry Pie, and she was very curious.
She was an earth pony, like Pinkie.
The father had never come back after leaving ponyville on a "work trip".
Pinkie had waited. She waited for a long time.
A year passed.
He wasn't coming back.
Her daughter, Cherry, had strange dreams.
They consisted of someone who she addressed by the name "Madam".
Cherry had never heard that word before.
One evening, Pinkie was playing with her, arranging blocks with simple words on them to make sentences.
One that Cherry particularly liked was "I sleep with the fish".
Pinkie thought nothing of it.
That is, until Cherry said something that would forever haunt her.
"I'm glad you're my mommy."
"Good! I'm glad I'm your mommy."
"My last mommy locked me in a closet."
"What?" asked Pinkie, adrenaline building up in her chest.
"She locked me in. She left me there."
"Is this a dream, Cherry?"
"She left me there. So I drank some paint, and I died."
"Cherry, honey, I know sometimes dreams are scary-"
"Life is torture, Madam."
Pinkie's eyes watered. She lived the rest of her life in fear of that name.
Will you sleep tonight?