ENDGAME

(Part One)

I was sitting at my desk, listening to the video play. I didn't know what I could do any longer, but I would stop her. This was the last stand of my not-so brave fight. Every time I fought against her, even mentally, she broke me more and more. For the most part, I would probably never be the same again, especially after tonight. I could feel it in my bones.

Even if it was already 7:00, I wasn't hungry. I didn't know why, maybe it was because I didn't want anything, or maybe Pinkie did something. Of course, there was always the factor that I'm just too distracted, and I might be insane. In any case, I can't run anymore, it only causes pain. For everyone around me, too.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, then sighed as I looked at the source of the knocking. It was hopefully my mother, and not some cruel trick. Then again, I should probably stop blaming everything on Pinkie, it doesn't help my case for sanity. I unlocked the door and swung it open, my mother standing before me.

She sighed, then asked, "Sam, listen I...know that it's a sensitive subject, but...I just want you to know, James' funeral is next week. If you want to go I can let you get off school for the day and-"

I didn't mean to, but my eyes narrowed at his mention, and I cut her off saying, "Mom, I'll go if I want to. Just leave me alone right now, I need to think."

She stared at me in disbelief, then said, "Sam, listen to me okay? I'm worried that something's wrong and you've locked yourself up in your room literally now. I've heard you moving about in your sleep and almost screaming. Please, tell me what's wrong I just want to help-!"

I felt my blood boil, and my heart ache as I responded, "I don't need your help, mother. This is something I have to do on my own, okay?" I didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, and I reasoned that the only way is to...do that.

She hung her head for a moment before looking back up, seeming distraught, "I just want to know what's wrong, Sam. Please, please let me help you. I'll do anything, I just...I don't like seeing you so unhappy and emotionless all the time."

I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it. What could I say, she was telling the truth. I simply looked to the right of myself, then stared back at her with the most blank face I could muster at the moment, "You can't help me. This is my problem. I'm sorry, but that's the truth."

She nodded, obviously worried and sad that she couldn't help her daughter. I hugged her close, feeling her lean her head on my shoulder, "Don't worry mom, I'll be okay. I have a feeling, after tonight, it'll all be solved, okay?"

She slowly let go of me, nodded, and left me. I closed my door. Alone again, I sat down at my computer. I waited, though. I wasn't sure what to do, really, as considering that Pinkie was in my head, this could be it. It could be the last time I fall asleep, and for good. For all I knew, it was for the better.

Before very long, it was 10:30. I felt that my eyelids where heavy with sleep. I slowly reached, turning my computer off. I slowly moved over to my bed, resting my hands on it. If she wanted me to sleep, I'll do it. But I won't fail this time.. I then laid myself down on the bed, yawning. As my eyes closed, I felt myself shiver in one, final, regretting fear.

I don't want to die.

I sat up in my bed, sitting straight up. I was in my room, but...it was mostly empty. I stood, walking to the door and opening it. There was a trail of blood leading up to my brothers room, I chose to ignore it. I made my way to the kitchen, staring at the knife drawer. If she wanted to fight me...she would have left them.

I pulled it open, revealing an array of kitchen knives. I, however, spotted a larger one in the back. Reaching carefully, I gripped a hunting-like knife. If I had to, I would...do whatever it takes. Just to get her to go away.

I walked to the front door, however, I found that I was walking down some hallway. Then I realized something. It was foggy. And too quiet. Then, I heard a quiet voice. It had a static-like property to it, but I could hear it. She said, "Sam...over...here!"

I looked towards the sound, then ran towards it. I knew that I didn't know if I could trust her, but I needed to do something.

I eventually found the doll of Rainbow Dash, laying strewn on the floor that she was on a few days ago. I leaned down, picking it up and sighing as she said, "I...wanted to talk but she...trapped..."

I nodded, not exactly listening. I turned around and began to run backwards towards the house. However, the hallways stretched as I walked. It was probably a bad idea to go in here...

Before I could regret my decision fully, a giggled echoed in the hallway. I couldn't tell from which direction, but it was from Pinkie for sure. I looked to Dash as I heard the crackling noise, "We need...talk...soon! Tonight..."

I nearly shrugged her words off, then began walking, Dash in one hand and the hunting knife in the other.

It didn't take longer than a few minutes before I realized that blood was starting to appear on the walls. Dash kept talking, asking me to stop and think, but I simply let her words go. I couldn't trust her any longer, not after what happened. Then, there was a loud clang of metal. Looking behind me and gripping my head from a slight headache, I saw that the hallway had closed behind me. I gulped, then walked forward again, knowing there was no turning back.

It kept on stretching, showing more and more of a sinister side. The walls twisted and showed horrid works of what Pinkie might call "art". some of them were distorted and ripped bodies of me, and others were James, my brother, mother...even a few teachers. The further I went, the more disgusted I became.

As I began to reach a door, I realized that a few of the bodies were even ponies from the show, mostly being Pinkie herself, which I kept an eye on, Dash, Twilight and Applejack. It made me even more horrified to know that she possibly wrought the horrid pain of death on these bodies. Then, when I opened the door, I heard hoof steps behind me. Looking back, also preparing to run, I saw a pony...I couldn't make much out, but all I knew is they were taller, also glowing white orbs shined in the dark.

I blinked, then asked, "Who are you? Are you just another trick?"

The strange pony stood there, then lowered their head. I heard a sigh, then they turned and walked away. I watched after them, but I knew I shouldn't follow. Whoever he or she was, they either didn't know what was going on, or knew what was going to happen to me. I just decided I didn't want to know.

However, as I looked down, I saw something. It was a small scroll-type letter, rolled up with three red seals on the front. I bent down and picked it up warily. Then, I heard more hoof steps, these ones slower, and all the more terrifying. I stuck the paper in my pocket, seeing its small size, and turned past the door and closed it.

However, the handle grew hot in my hand, so I let go as soon as the resolving ker-chunk noise notified me about it being closed. Looking back up, I saw that I was back in my house. The door I had opened, judging from it's position, was my bedroom door. A light, white fog covered the area around me, and it was hard to see after about 10 feet.

My steps echoed as I made my way to the couch. I sat down, then held the doll in front of me, "What is going on. Tell me, what do I need to do." Dash was silent for a moment, before saying, "You weren't listening. Why? I was just trying to help you."

"That doesn't answer my question." I retorted, knowing that she knew what I thought about her. She sighed, then said, "You don't...attack. She wants that...run. Get to... bed."

I then said, irritably, "Dash, my room is a hallway of horrors. Pinkie is coming as we speak more than likely. I need answers. Why do I go to bed, all she does is make my life hell, she can't hurt me. Right?"

Dash then responded with, "No...she...can. She'll...erase. Take over..."

Then, I was no longer afraid of dying. I was afraid of loosing myself. I then saw why she was doing all these things. It was to make me alone, weak. Make me more like her. I blinked, then nearly started going off the handle, but breathed out shakily as I asked, "Is there...anything I can do?"

Dash was silent.

I jumped to the side, barely escaping the knife that plunged into the couch. I sat up, staring at Pinkie. She sighed, than said, "Oh poo, she spoiled the surprised!"

I had a few options. Fighting Pinkie now would be one, but, it probably would be better to get my question answered before I do so. I flicked my eyes between the front door and Pinkie. She stared intently at me. It seemed that she no longer had control over the environment, but she could be wherever she wanted.

Then, I broke into a run, moving around the small wall dividing the kitchen and the living room to round about Pinkie. She was in front of the exit to the kitchen, so before she could even say anything, I raised my foot and kicked her back. She seemed to fall backwards, if only for a moment. I ran to the front door and she sat up, rubbing her cheek, "Oh, you're gonna regret that Sammy..."

I sprinted out the door, moving down the steps and into my street. Whatever happened, this might be the final shot I have. I walked down the street, wasting no time and making sure to survey my surroundings with every step. Dash spoke up, "Listen to me...please...!"

I lifted the doll to my ear, and said, "Answer my question, please. I'm probably just as scared as you are."

Then she responded with, "No! No you aren't, you don't understand!" I blinked at her coherency, then said, "Fine, I'm listening." She sounded sincere.

"You need to...escape this time or...she wins...Pinkie will...burn you...run." I blinked at her words, then said, "Say that in one phrase that I can understand why."

"You know in games you...have lives? This is...last one. If you want to get out alive...run for your life." I then started walking faster, hearing the panic in her words. Looking behind me, the fog hid most of the world, so I saw almost nothing. The street and buildings I could see were condos, showing that I was in my neighborhood.

I shivered, then began to jog towards the exit of the neighborhood, knowing the worst was to come soon. I didn't know what was going to happen to me and Dash, but I hoped with whatever I had left, that we would make it through this...I think she's suffered enough with me.

As I moved to the end of the street, I heard the familiar sound of a car. I turned to see a compact, red Sedan driving speedily towards me. In the drivers seat sat a familiar face, "James..." I said, then realized it was heading straight for me. I dived to the side, narrowly avoiding my demise.

The car swerved, then stopped. He got out of the car and walked towards me, a piece of glass in his hand and embedded into the flesh, "You did this to me!" He screamed.

I knew that he was referring to me, and I knew for a fact it was a lie. I backed up, hitting the trunk of a tree. He kept walking forward, anger in what was left of his eyes, "You made me die. You did it, it's all your damn fault! If you hadn't been so fucking reckless with your idiot self I'd still be here!"

His words stung, but I knew they were fabricated. Instead of running, when he closed in, I held his glass-filled arm with my hand, my other hand between us. I exhaled shakily, then said, "I know...I'm sorry."

His mouth hanged open, and I gently pushed him back. The hunting knife was buried in the middle of his chest. He fell back, choking on something. I felt a tear or two fall to the ground, when I saw that his body merely turned to ash. I bent down, and saw something glinting in the light of this place. I grabbed a small key, and my knife back.

I stuck the key in my pocket, and then began walking again. My eyes were watery, both of them slightly bloodshot. Wherever Pinkie was, she would pay. I would make her rue the day that she took the lives of however many people and ponies alike. I wanted revenge.

TO BE CONTINUED