"Pinkie...Why?" Dash asked, her head shaking wearily. The macabre room stunk potently of blood and dried organs. "Why? I...I.." Dash bowed her head, a pink blur trotting past.
"Why what, Dashie?" Pinkie asked, a sickening laugh sliding through her teeth. "You...What?" Pinkie smirked and placed a hoof under the blue mare's chin. "You what? Loved me? Is that it?" The pink mare laughed again, fully cocking back her head.
"Then why didn't you decipher it all?" She questioned, gazing coldly at the pegasi before her. "Twilight was a real help, with the vocabulary and all that." She explained, more than reading the mare's mind. Dash looked up, her rainbow mane now a sickening brown colour. Her crimson eyes showing hurt and anguish.
"Why kill so many? Why?" Dash asked, tears filling her eyes. They ran down her blood soaked cheeks. The water didn't wash the red specks from her coat like she had hoped for. She watched Pinkie cross the room once again. Her hair was straightened and her eyes a deep red. She stood glaring in an uncertain direction.
"Because, I have a passoin. Don't we all have one?" Pinkie questioned her bound companion. Dash shook her head, small moans slipping from her throat. The blood from her theighs pooled at the edge of the metal table. Droplets slipped and hit the floor. An audible pang could be heard.
"You see, all those years ago. I needed an...Outlet, if you will. It was for my insanity, so I created this...Beautiful personality." She put a hoof to her chest with a conceited grin. She moved around arrogantly, not caring what Dash thought.
"But why me?" Dash asked, blood spewing from her mouth as she coughed.
"Well, maybe I could finsish." Pinkie hissed, pushing a hoof into Dash's chest. "You see, it got boring with just killing at random. So, I made a game out of it! I gave everypony a number and drew a ticket each week. You just came up this week!"
Pinkie started to walk around once again. Her trotting echoing through the party room. "So I made this magnifacent wonderland. Just for my fun little game!" Pinkie gestured around the room. Blood covered the wall like paint. Bone chairs, tables and dishes covered in the red substance. The 'Life is a Party' banner hung and swang slightly. The dim lited room stunk with the stench of death.
The silence was unbearable, it drove the blue mare mad.
"But, I'm happy your here now! I mean I want my revenge, can I have that?" Dash looked dismayed. Revenge? For what? What had she done to upset the pink earth pony?
"You ignored me in my time of need, you filthy foal." Pinkie broke the silence once again, answering the mare's thoughts. "Wonderbolts this and wonderbolts that! Pinkie's life crashed and burned, she was an outcast? Doesn't matter I can ignore her and become famous! Fuck love, I have fame!" Pinkie screached at the tied up horse.
"Pinkie, you should have told-" Dash was interupted by the sound of a hoof to a table.
"I had to tell you? How fucking ignorant are you?" Pinkie screamed her eyes bloodshot and full of anger. Dash's back started to sting once again, she felt guilty.
"I'm not fucking stupid either! Me and Applejack are going to the farm for... a late lunch..." Pinkie sneered ruthlessly. "Really? A late lunch? How stupid do you think I am, you lying whore!" Pinkie slammed a hoof onto the table again. Dash looked around, confusion mixed with a sick ting. She felt like she would vomit, wanting to expell her guts.
"Good, the sadatives working...Now let's get to work...For me, don't remember any of this..."