It was a dark and stormy night that Pinkie Pie encountered her first night into the world. It was as if Mother Nature were mocking her, sending her into a screaming, crying world of rage. But despite the horrors Pinkie Pie faced that first night, Pinkie Pie's life was all sparkles and rainbows afterwards... Or so she thought.
"WAHAHAHAHA!" chortled Severus Snape. "Finally, I have concoted the perfect potion... To turn Pinkie Pie into my SLAVE! WAHAHAHA!"
Severus slipped into Pie's house one night, before she got home, and poured his concoction over Pinkie Pie's steaming bread that was waiting outside her oven (she ooften baked her meals before she left so she didn't have to when she got home). The wheat sucked up the liquid quicker than lightning, and quicker than a rock thrown at glass, Snape was out the door.
When Pinkie Pie returned, she was none the wiser. She ate her bread happily and contentedly before washing it down with a tall glass of glitter. However, when she went to sleep that night, Pinkie Pie had a strange dream...
In her dream, Pie was washing Snape's feet. They were gross and gnarly and had hair all over. Snape was very ticklish and kept giggling and moving all over, and his nasty feet kept getting close to her face. Up close, she could see all the nasty, slimy, goop on his feet oozing from his pores... Then, in an outburst of laughter, Snape's foot came flying toward her face.
Pinkie Pie sat straight up in bed. "NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, huffing and puffing. It was just a bad dream, just a bad dream...
She heard a noise on the floor. Pinkie Pie looked over, only to see, to her horror, Severus Snape rocking back and forth on her floor, laughing himself silly, with his gross and slimy feet.
Pinkie Pie sat straight up in bed. "NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed once again, huffing and puffing. She looked around, and upon seeing no Snape, pinched herself once more.
Phew, she thought. It was all a dream. I'm not Snape's slave, and he hasn't poisoned me...
Pinkie Pie sighed, smiled, and curled back up under her covers before flicking the light off and falling back asleep.
Late into the night, a storm began to brew. The thunder rolled, and lightning flashed. One flash to the next, and nothing was wrong. Until a shadow appeared at her window, shaped a lot like a certain man...