I was in the shower, and I was thinking about Fanfiction, and I thought about a MLP:FiM idea, revolving around Cupcakes. It's not gory or anything...OK, it's slightly gory, but the majority is not. I'm even having trouble writing this, for 2 reasons. 1). I am a brony myself, and 2). Fluttershy's emotion and personality is so difficult to mimic in a story, and picturing her in a state of mental downfall is difficult. I don't know about you, but I've always been frightened by mental deterioration, and that is worse than blood and description, to me. This, is Fluttershy's Diary.
(Thanks to Equestria Daily and Cupcakes. I own nothing about My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, or the fanfiction Cupcakes, created by Sergeant Sprinkles.
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Pinkie Pie stared into the mirror. She did a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. She winked, Dash winked back. Pinkie smiled.
But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. It only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as she wanted. She looked back the cadaver hanging there in the center of the room, the last of its fluids draining in to the pan. Yup, no more Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy's Diary of Insanity.
Fluttershy walked into Sugarcube Corner kitchen, expecting Pinkie Pie, but Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be seen. She usually was in the kitchen baking cupcakes as always. She looked around, and saw an open cellar door. "Hm. S-she must be downstairs getting supplies." Fluttershy quietly said to herself, as she descended down the stairs, calling out to Pinkie Pie.
But when she got down there, her eyes widened to the sight of horror; she stared at the gore, the urine, the excrement, and the flesh that littered the floor. Fluttershy retched at the site, looking around. She then saw Pinkie Pie, who was sewing up Rainbow Dashes skin, which had empty and hollow eye sockets. Fluttershy glanced above her, and saw the sewn up skins of Applejack, and Rarity, and looked to see a young filly, strapped to the gory table.
"Oh my God!"
Fluttershy started to cry, as she ran out of there as fast as her hooves would take her, looking at all the cupcakes. Coming to the sudden realization about the cupcakes, she ran outside and threw up, as other ponies stopped to stare. "P-Pinkie Pie...! Blood! Pee! Organs! CRAZY!" she screamed, and ran out of the premises, people staring after her, confused.
Fluttershy's Diary: 4:00 PM on October 12th
I know it seems like a crazy idea, but...somebody needs to stop her. Somebody NEEDS to stop Pinkie Pie. I wonder how long she's been doing this...Gosh, I'm afraid for my life. I REALLY don't want to go through with this, but if I don't, who WILL?! People will think I'm CRAZY! I can't tell the police either...I guess I have to be strong, and get rid of her myself. Oh...I hope I don't sound like a psychotic murderer.
Fluttershy
Fluttershy took the day to prepare herself, getting the sharpest and smallest knife she could. She hid it the best she could, and headed towards the sweets shop, where she had been summoned by Pinkie Pie. Her legs shook, as she walked inside.
"FLUTTERSHY! MY GOOD FRIEND!" Pinkie Pie shouted, hugging her.
"Hi Pinkie Pie..." she said nervously.
Pinkie Pie smiled wide at me, as I looked through all the cupcakes. Pinkie reached in her mane, and drew out a chloroform soaked rag, as I looked. "Surprise Fluttershy!" she shouted, as she put it over her nose. Fluttershy struggled, and drew the knife, as she stabbed it into her stomach. Pinkies eyes widened, as blood spurted out through the open wound. Pinkie Pie miraculously started to giggle, as her eyes rolled up in her head, letting the blood spray around the room. Then she lifted an arm, putting a hoof on her heart, and fell dramatically.
The second Pinkie Pie fell, Fluttershy felt horribly, Pinkie's blood splattered on her. She threw up again on the ground, and ran out, sobbing.
Fluttershy's Diary: 4:00 PM on October 12th
THERE! I did it! I got rid of Pinkie Pie!
No more ponies shall SUFFER the same fate as my friends.
Y'know, it's strange. I got RID of her, yet I feel no less a sense of FEAR then before, if not a greater sense. I hope that what I did was the right thing.
What am I talking about? I'll be fine! I mean, I just KILLED one of my BEST FRIENDS for the sake of other ponies...
...I wonder how many parties Pinkie Pie will have up in heaven...
Fluttershy.
