Oh no, a pony story. Why, why, why, PsychosisUpdated? And above all things, why a sequel (threequel?) to CUPCAKES? What is your goddamn problem?
I dunno. Here's a threequel (sequel?) to Cupcakes. I'm just gonna say this right now: No, this isn't going to be extremely goretastic, though there will be some things that squeamish people may not like. gogogo
A pained, fruitless attempt at speech echoed through a dark basement. Another whine, an attempt to call for help, but all that came out was a pitiful squeak. She hadn't the strength to yell, nor the nerve. Still, the yellow Pegasus tried and tried, to no avail. After what seemed like hours to her, another voice finally joined her in crying, but instead of feeling relieved, all that Fluttershy could feel was terror. This new voice was mocking and full of bitterness and hate.
"Waaah, waaah, help me, help me... you should hear yourself," grimaced Pinkamena Diane Pie, casually laying by her hostage. "You should speak up, you know. These walls? They're kinda sound proof, so you'd need a pretty loud voice if you want someone to hear you." In response, the yellow Pegasus mumbled to herself. "Sorry? Couldn't quite catch that." Silence. The pink mare adjusted herself unhappily, feeling as if this awkwardness was a giant weight on her shoulders. Her mind desperately raced for a conversation topic.
"You know," she started, leaning closer to her victim, "It's a real shame you didn't catch me earlier. Or should it be the other way around? Yeah, yeah, it's a real shame that I didn't catch you earlier. Your time down here would have been a lot more... jovial." Pinkie drew a smiley face in the air, though her blindfolded guest wouldn't have been able to see it. "This job just kinda gets to you, y'know? When I started out, I was having a blast! All the slicing and splicing, it was simply enticing. My only complaint was that my friends weren't having as good a time as I was! You know what I mean?" She chuckled tiredly, staring at a blood stained wall. Pinkie could perfectly remember whose blood that was. Lily. A pink earth pony, not unlike herself. The young mare was very sweet, if not jumpy and a bit of a drama queen. A rare smile found its way upon Pinkamena's mouth, fondly remembering how she screamed. "Yeah... and, uh, you know, it would have stayed fun if I hadn't made the dumby-wumbest decision ever.
"You know what I did, Fluttershy? I thought about what I was doing. Ruthless, cold-blooded murder. Torture. Cannibalism. A little rape thrown in here and there. I realized that I'm a horrible pony. I'm the antithesis of a pony. I ever tell you about my childhood? I think I did. Ah well, I'll give you the short version. I was raised on a rock farm, had nothing to do but push a pebble from point A to point B. Dear old daddy, he had a lot of anger problems, and he decided to take it out on his children. I got the worst of it all, and I was incredibly lucky if I went through a day without having something broken or bloodied or badly bruised. So when I finally decided to leave, I came to Ponyville. And you know what? I was offered peace and love. Happiness and days of carefree fun. Yet here I am now, slowly sawing fillies ears off and monologuing to Ponyville's nicest pegasus, who is chained to a wall." Pinkie's eyes wandered to another stain, then another. Flat Hat. Little Po. Serena. Spring Water. Rarity. Lyra. Bon-Bon. Rainbow Dash. Cloud Kicker, Holly Dash, Twist... her eyes finally rested on the darkest patch of them all. Sue. More commonly known as 'mom'. Her mother was the only kind person Pinkie had known for a large portion of her life. She had found her in Ponyville one night, after a fateful day in Cloudsdale which caused a nervous breakdown in the Pink mare. To ease her mind, Pinkie took a walk in the dusk of the sleeping city, and Sue took this as a chance to talk to her. Not realizing how edgy her daughter was, she approached from behind. Pinkie reacted to this by a sharp, powerful buck, instantly snapping her mother's neck.
"Yes... I'm not a good pony, Fluttershy. Everypony is so much better than me, in morals and talents... and you are all going to pay for that. Dearly. Now, my dear pegasus, allow me to collect my tools and we can pick up from where we left off..." Pinkamena left the room, leaving the meek pony to herself. In her mind, Fluttershy was desperately begging for somepony, anypony to save her. To free her from the hellish torment. If not for her, for anyone else after her. The murderer needed to be stopped as soon as possible.
Unbeknownst to Fluttershy, the majority of Ponyville thought the same thing, led by none other than a certain faithful student of Princess Celestia.