I don't My Little Pony in any way, shape, or form. I do however own the characters of Sweetmint and Grey Reaper.

Chapter 14 Game Over

The sun rose quickly, blinding the five remaining ponies with its sudden brightness. Blinking rapidly, Twilight was able to quickly shake off the blinding effect of the sun. She stopped and took a moment to take in her surroundings. Running headlong through the forest, without paying attention to where she was going, she had found her way back out. She now stood at the edge of a large clearing. A little ways away from her, she could see a large, turquoise lump lying on the ground.

"Oh Celestia," she said, covering her mouth, revolted by the sight. Even from this distance, she could see blood pooling around Trixie's body. Not only that, but flies buzzed around the corpse, attracted to the stench of rotting flesh that permeated the air.

Fighting back the urge to spill the contents of her stomach onto the ground, Twilight ran away from the disgusting sight.

Derpy flew above the treetops. From this height, she could keep an eye on what was happening below her without being seen by the others. With the sun back, the pegasus felt more confident that she could survive.

"I just want to get back home…" she mumbled. Glancing down, she spotted something orange moving around. "And I can do that if I take her out."

Tilting forward, Derpy dove towards the ground, drawing her dagger as she did. She began to pull up as she neared the pony below her, but misjudged the distance and crashed into her instead, causing the two of them to go tumbling forward.

"What the hay?" Applejack said rising to her feet, "Who was that?" Glancing around, the earth pony spotted Derpy lying on the ground.

"Hey, Derpy. You okay?" she asked moving towards the pegasus, "That was quite a crash just now. Here, let me help ya'." Applejack extended a hoof towards the grey pony. Derpy gripped Applejack's hoof and pulled down, pulling the orange pony back down to the ground and then quickly moved onto her back, pressing her dagger against Applejack's neck.

"Sorry Applejack," she said, a slight edge to her voice, "But I need to survive."

"Oh, this so much fun," Pinkamena said to herself as she walked away from Sweetmint's headless corpse, "Kill a pony, get a new weapon! I love it!"

With her club and Sweetmint's death frisbee, the psychotic earth pony was now even more dangerous then before. The range that the flying metal disc of death offered her would allow her to attack from a distance and with the club, she could move in and finish them off. Just thinking about it made her feel giddy.

"I hope I run into somepony soon."

"Derpy, wait!" Applejack called, stopping the pegasus' hoof before it could move, "Please, just listen to me!"

"What is it?"

"You said you need to survive. I need to survive too! I made a promise to Rarity and I intend to keep it."

"A promise? To Rarity?"

"Yeah. I promised I'd survive and look after her little sister for her. So please, just let me go!"

Derpy was silent for a moment, contemplating what she just heard. It could be a lie, a ruse to get her guard down so that Applejack could kill her. But then again, Applejack was the worst liar in Ponyville. If she was lying, Derpy was certain she would be able to see through it, and as far she could tell, Applejack was being truthful.

Carefully moving the dagger away, Derpy got off of Applejack's back and moved away. The earth pony rose to her feet and rubbed at her neck. "Thanks Derpy," she said, turning, "Now then, I got an idea I think ya'll might like."

"What kind of idea?" Derpy said, interested in the earth pony's statement.

"The two of us want to make it out of here alive, right?"

Derpy nodded.

"Hows about the two of us team up and watch each others backs for the rest of this game?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Lets do it."

Growling in fury, Rainbow Dash stomped around. She had no weapon, and knew she wouldn't be able to find one. She desperately hoped that she would come across one of the others and have them protect her, but with how close the game was to ending, she figured they'd probably just kill her on sight.

"This whole thing just sucks…" she muttered through clenched teeth.

She looked around, and seeing nopony, felt a small sense of relief. She got to continue living, if only for short while longer. As she prepared to continue moving, a sudden sharp, stabbing pain erupted in her left side and fell to the ground with a scream. Raising her head, she could see a metal disc buried in her ribs, blood pouring down her side.

"Dammit…" she mumbled, a small trickle of blood running down her chin. Closing her eyes, she laid her head back on the ground.

All of a sudden, Rainbow Dash could hear hoof steps, then felt the disc being pulled out of her side. Screaming again, she opened her eyes and saw Pinkie Pie standing above her, eyes cold and uncaring.

"Pinkie, what are you doing?" she weakly said.

The pink pony silently reached down with her free hoof and grabbed the pegasus' mane, forcibly pulling her head back, exposing her neck. Bringing the disc down, she pulled it across Dash's throat, a geyser of blood spraying across her face, followed by a river of blood pouring down the pegasus' front.

"And another one down!" the voice of Grey Reaper boomed, "Rainbow Dash is the unfortunate pony to die this time. One more death and the game ends! Go and make me happy my little ponies!"

With a demented smile, Pinkamena wiped the blood off of her face and licked some of blood off of the death frisbee.

"Delicious," she murmured, walking away from Dash's body, "I wonder who the next pony I get to kill is?"

As if to answer her, a purple unicorn appeared from behind a clump of bushes. Seeing the pink pony, Twilight made her way towards her, calling out, "Pinkie Pie!"

Pinkamena stared at her, silent, contemplating the best way to end Twilight's life.

"Pinkie Pie, I am so glad to see you!" Twilight smiled, her voice filled with glee, "I was so worried about you after we got separated. Are you okay? Is your leg bothering you at all?"

"No," the earth pony responded, "And I'm not Pinkie Pie."

Twilight was startled by her friend's words. "What do mean, you're not Pinkie?" she said after a moment, "Of course you're Pinkie! I mean, sure, your mane looks a little different, but you're still you."

"Do you remember Pinkie's birthday last year? How she thought you and the others didn't want to be her friends anymore? How she got all depressed and angry at you all?"

"Yeah, I remember. Wait, are you saying that you're feeling that way right now? Pinkie, please don't be angry with us. None of us had any part in this."

"I'm not Pinkie!" Pinkamena shouted, "The angry Pinkie you met then was me! And now I'm here again to make sure we survive."

"What are you talking about?" Twilight yelled, confused by the pink pony's words, "You aren't making any sense!"

"And here I thought you were smart. Fine. I'll spell it out, nice and simple," Pinkamena responded condescendingly, "There are two Pinkie's. The silly, clownish Pinkie Pie you know, and me. The real Pinkie Pie."

"Real Pinkie Pie? What's that supposed to mean?"

"We used to live on a rock farm. There was no smiling, no fun, and no happiness. Just gloominess and rocks. Despite that, I lived a nice life. I had a loving family and everything I would ever need. That all changed the day she got her cutie mark.

"When the Rainboom happened, everything went downhill for me. Pinkie Pie appeared and I was pushed away, far away, into the deepest, darkest corners of her mind. I no longer had control, was no longer able to do anything, but sit back and watch her parade around in my body. It was hell.

"I used to be nice, maybe a little dreary, but nice. Having to watch somepony else control my body, like a puppet on a string, is an absolutely horrendous form of psychological torture, the likes of which there is no escape form. Not only that, it changes you. Takes what you are, and destroys it, leaving you with nothing of your former self, forces you to change and adapt, just so you can continue existing."

Twilight silently listened to Pinkamena speech. She had never experienced anything like what Pinkamena described, and had no response. She simply kept quiet and listened.

"I became cold, cynical, maybe even a little psychotic. I began to hate Pinkie for doing this to me. Then, after being briefly let out on our birthday, I began to hate you, her friends. If you five hadn't befriended us, Pinkie would have eventually gone away, and I would have had full control again. But you five just had to come into our life and force her to stay around. Killing Fluttershy was to perfect opportunity for me to wrest control away, and take the rest of you stupid little bitches out."

"Wait, are you saying Pinkie killed Fluttershy?" Twilight asked, shocked by the words she was hearing. "Pinkie would never do that!" she yelled when Pinkamena nodded her head.

"Maybe not on purpose, but she most certainly would, and did, by accident."

"I don't believe you. I don't believe you!" Twilight yelled, enraged by Pinkamena's statement.

"Believe it. Pinkie killed Fluttershy, and then she let me kill Sweetmint and Rainbow Dash, and now that you're here, she's gonna let me kill you too!"

With that, Pinkamena threw the death frisbee at Twilights head. Acting quickly, Twilight moved to the side, and the disc flew past her, grazing her cheek, a small trickle of blood flowing down the side of her face. With a growl, Pinkamena lunged, swinging her club. Twilight drew the katana from her back with incredible speed and blocked the attack. The pink pony swung the club again and again, only to be blocked by Twilight each time.

"Just let me kill you!" she screamed, angrily swinging her weapon around.

Twilight moved backwards, blocking attacks that came near her, trying desperately to gain some sort of advantage. As Pinkamena prepared to strike again, Twilight saw it. A small opening, just enough for her to be able attack. Without thinking about what she was doing, Twilight went for it, driving her blade forward, stabbing it through the earth pony's stomach.

Gasping, Pinkamena dropped the club. "Twilight," she whispered weakly, her voice filled with sadness, regret and, strangely enough, happiness, "I'm sorry. Thank you for stopping me."

"Pinkie Pie, I… I…" Twilight stammered, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I'm just happy you could survive." A smile appeared on her face as the words left her lips and her eyes closed, slumping forward.

Twilight caught her, hugging her lifeless body. "I'm sorry Pinkie," she sobbed, a river of tears pouring down her face and into Pinkies mane, "I'm so sorry."

"And game!" Grey Reaper called out for the last time, "With the death of Pinkie Pie, the game is now over! Good job survivors! As the games winners, you will be returned home, along with the bodies of your fellow competitors, to do with what you will. I hope you all had as much fun playing this game as I had hosting it! With that said, the Fifth Annual Grey Reaper Survival Challenge has ended!"

Only one chapter left! I can't believe it's almost done. Anyway, thanks for reading and be sure to leave a nice review!