Poor Pinkie Pie; the pink mare had been almost eliminated from this world by a 1 yr. old toddler filly. Was this all a dream? She sure wished it was; but it was as real as it gets. If only the Cakes would believe in her explanation. It was obvious that they would not be convinced of their own daughter dealing in a violent act. After some down time to think about things, she exited Sugar Cube Corner in attempt to convince the only mare that might believe her story… Rainbow Dash of course! She was up to help discipline the young filly after all. Unfortunately she wasn't home, and Pinkie was in no mood to try and find her. So… she picked her next best choice… Twilight Sparkle! Maybe she will believe was going on between her and that little monster.

"Can you believe it, Twilight," said Pinkie while pacing back 'n' forth in front of twilight, "They wouldn't believe me!"

"Uh huh," replied Twilight while she was continuously studying a book.

"I mean, I explained the whole freakin' thing to them, everything!""

"Uh huh."

"The knives all over the floor, the drops of blood, my injured body…"

"Uh huh."

"… and they wouldn't believe any of it! Not one bit!"

"Uh huh."

Pinkie stopped her pacing when she realizes Twilight was looking at her book the whole time, "Twilight! Were you even listening?!"

Twilight stopped her for a moment, "Yes Pinkie, I heard everything you said. You claim that the Cake's daughter, Pumpkin Cake, was upset at you for something; so she tried to kill you with knives. You tried to tell the Cakes but they just didn't want to believe in your story, despite the scene in front of them. You rested a bit and then came over to talk me about it."

Pinkie kind of dropped her mouth open a little in amazement, "Wow, when you say that you're good at multi-tasking you weren't kidding! You were able to read that book while listening to me and understood what I said!"

Twilight sounded flattered about the admiration, "Well, I do have more talents than just being able to be really good with magic."

Pinkie suddenly zipped up in front of Twilight's face, "So?"

"What do you mean so?"

"I mean, do you believe me!? Tell me that you believe me?! Please say that you believe me!? You have to believe me! You just have to!"

"Well… you see… um…" Twilight hesitated a bit.

"You don't believe me, don't you; just like Mr. and Mrs. Cake! Humph."

"Listen, Pinkie. It's not that I don't believe you; it's just that seeing something like this is kind of hard to illuminate in your head. I mean come on; she's just a 1 yr. old foal."

"Uh… yeah," said Pinkie in a mean smart-like tone, "A 1 yr. old foal who tried to murder me!"

Twilight walked over to Pinkie and placed a hoof on her left shoulder, "Honestly, Pinkie, I think you're exaggerating about this a little too much."

Pinkie backed off of her unicorn friend a bit, "What do you mean exaggeratating , miss I'm too cool for shorter and simpler words?."

Twilight arched her eyebrow, and then explained, "I mean that maybe the situation you explained about wasn't what you thought. Maybe Pumpkin wasn't mad at you at all. Perhaps she was trying to play a game with you and didn't realize how dangerous the situation was until things got out of hand; thus bringing us to your current condition."

Pinkie just couldn't believe what her friend was saying to her. She looked at her with aggravated eyes, "Are you for real, Twilight?! Okay, first of all… I am not exaggeratating!"

"Exaggerating," Twilight corrected.

"Yeah; whatever, the point is that I know exactly what I witnessed! Second, she was definitely mad at me for something; I could see it in her cold-blooded eyes. And she was playing no game I'll tell you that! And finally, she knew good and well how dangerous the situation was! She was practically aiming the sharp objects right at me! I'm telling you Twilight, SHE… IS… AFTER… MEEE!"

Twilight looked at her friend carefully. She saw something in her eyes; something that could possibly mean that she was not bluffing. However, the thought was still difficult for her to grasp.

"Why would she do this to you anyway? Foals of Pumpkin's age are supposed to be cute, innocent, and loving; not mean, revengeful, and murderous!"

"I don't know! I was thinking the exact same thing! What did I ever do to Pumpkin to make her want to kill me; Pinkie! Was it something I said, something I did, or maybe it was…" Pinkie clutched her hooves to her head because it was straining from confusion, "Ugh, never mind! The point is that she is out to get me; and apparently I am going to have to protect my own life all by myself!" As Pinkie stormed to the door, she turned to Twilight, "Thank you for this loving conversation. Good day to you."

As Pinkie stormed out the door, she was so focused on what she was going to do that she didn't notice Rainbow Dash going in the library tree as she was going out.

"Hey Pinkie Pie, what's up? How are things going with you… and the… Cakes?"

Pinkie didn't hear her as she was storming off back towards Sugar Cube Corner.

"Geez, what got her mane all up in a twist," Rainbow asked Twilight.

"Oh, she was just talking to me about how Pumpkin Cake was deliberately trying to… murder her."

Rainbow's eyes grew wide, and then she started to burst out in laughter.

"Are you serious!? Ha! Ha! Damn! I thought I heard Pinkie say everything, but that is freaking hilarious! A little filly like her couldn't commit a murder even if she tried! What did Pumpkin try to do, drown her in her drool or give her a heart attack with her cuteness?"

"She said that Pumpkin tried to kill her with knives using her magic."

"Oh… my gosh. That's… actually, that's seems very reasonable. It still sounds highly unlikely though."

Twilight scratched her mane and thought out loud, "I thought the same thing, but… I don't know. I have a strange feeling that Pinkie may not be lying. I mean; why would she lie about something like this. You remember when we didn't take her seriously during the parasprite invasion?"

Rainbow definitely remembered, "How could I not? Besides, she was pretty much confused at what she did herself; but hey, she was just being Pinkie Pie. Anyway, there is no way something like this is possible. Pinkie is a good friend, but this time I think she has definitely lost some of the icing on her cake."

It then occurred to Twilight about Rainbow's sudden presence, "Um… Rainbow? Do you remember exactly what you came in here for?"

Rainbow Dash thought for a few seconds and said, "Hmmm…. You know what? I have absolutely no idea! What did I come in here for? Oh well, gotta dash, Twi! I need to practice some more of my sick flying moves! Catch ya later!" And with that, she flew off.

Twilight couldn't help but continue to think about what Pinkie was talking about. She herself was a unicorn too after all and could understand the properties and different uses of magic. She knew Pumpkin was very talented for a filly her age and her magic could be a bit unstable if not overly powerful, but why would she do what Pinkie said she did? She decided that she would study a bit on possible weird outcomes of unicorn fillies.

(Dream DEATH scene starts HERE!)

(Note: First time writing a scene like this. Not as good as others, but I'll do my best.)

"Hello? Hello! Where is every-pony!?"

Pinkie found herself to be in Sugar Cube Corner which seemed darker and creepier for some apparent reason. No-pony appeared to be there. But then, a creepy yet innocent-like voice called out.

"Piiiinkie."

"Ahh! Who was that? Hello?"

"Piiiiiinkiiiie."

Pinkie grabbed a nearby bat and held it in her mouth while looking around.

"Where are you? Who are you?! Show yourself!"

A little giggle came from behind her, so she quickly turned around only to see standing there with an eerie smile… was Pumpkin. She started giggling again as she began to creep closer to the quivering pink mare.

"S-stay back! I have a bat and I would hate to use it on you."

Pumpkin suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her smile changed to a slight grin as her horn started to glow. The bat was suddenly released from Pinkie's mouth and brought behind her. Before she could react, the bat swung down against the back of her head. A bright light flash before her eyes before it became darkness.

When she woke up, she felt like she was being held up in the air; but there was also a sharp pain feeling in all 4 of her hooves. Her eyes grew wide in horror to realize her hooves were being pinned to a wall in an unknown room by giant steak knives. Blood was oozing out of her flesh and running down her perfect pink coat; eventually dripping off and making little puddles on floor below her. She screamed as loud as she could at the top of her lungs.

"AAAAAAHHHH! Help! Some-pony, Help! What's going on!? Can any-pony hear me!? I'm in serious pain right now! What the FLANK is going on here!?"

Pinkie stopped screaming when she noticed a faint glow approaching in her direction from the darkness. When it came into view, it revealed itself as a small butcher knife; it was being suspended in the air by magic. Pinkie had sweat rolling down her coat along with tears of fright coming from her eyes. She looked down only to see Pumpkin sporting an adorable smiley face looking up at her.

"Pumpkin, please tell Pinkie that you're not the one who suspended her up here and is not about to mutually kill her, please?"

Pumpkin's cute smile suddenly faded into low-eyed bored frown as she sat flatly on her bottom. She slowly raised one of her hooves and pointed at Pinkie.

"Yoou… die now."

Pumpkin's horn started to glow brighter than it was before; signifying the knife flying towards Pinkie. It made contact with the mid-section of her chest right above her stomach. Pinkie winced in pain as she felt the sharp blade press against her skin and slowly sunk into her flesh until its wooden handle touches the open folds of the newly-made wound.

"Pumpkin, please stop," said Pinkie as she was sobbing from the immense pain of the blade in her chest, "This isn't like you! This shouldn't be like you! You're adorable, sweet, and caring. You don't want to kill any-pony; especially not me! Please, stop this right now!"

Pumpkin got easily aggravated, "NOO!"

She used her magic to try and push down on the knife so it would make a lovely opened line straight down to the bottom of her body. As strong as Pumpkin's magic was, it was still kind of tough trying to slice through the pink mare's flesh; plus, the blade was a bit dull as well. Larger streams of blood started to flow out all over the bottom half of Pinkie's body as the knife struggles to slice through properly. Pinkie just hung there sobbing and screaming feeling the pressure of a metal blade slowly cutting her open.

She found the strength to look up; suddenly behind Pumpkin, was the rest of her family: Mr. & Mrs. Cake and her twin Brother, Pound Cake!

"You can do it, Pumpkin," shouted Mr. Cake, "Show that Pinkie real pain!"

"She dares accuses you of being a monster," yelled Mrs. Cake, "Show her just how much of a monster you can really be! Teach that pink pony her final lesson!"

Even Pound joined in supporting her sister, "Keel Pinkie! Keel Pinkie! Keel Pinkie!"

What in the hay were they doing? Were they actually supporting her with this; supporting her to… kill?" Pinkie then lowered her head back down feeling a loss of hope and laughter; finally her hair lost its poof and fell down in a wavy motion.

Pumpkin smiled again feeling her family behind her all the way. She found the power to cast a spell that cause knife to be extra sharper, which made it easier to slice down Pinkies body. As she went lower and lower, Pinkie's screams got louder and louder; internal organs started to become visible as the cut got longer.

All three members of Pumpkin's family started chanting, "Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

Pinkie's screams started to turn into gags & choking sounds as the knife ran over her stomach. She felt like hurling, but didn't find the strength to do it. Finally, the struggle ended as the blade reached the bottom and went right through her virginal entrance.

Pinkie just hung there all weak, limp and almost out of health as blood was gushing out of her huge flesh wound; along with some internal gore that was hanging out or falling onto the ground. Pumpkin raised the knife once more as she held it front of Pinkie's exposed heart. The only thing Pinkie could hear was Pumpkin's final words to her, "Bye-bye!"

With that, she thrust the knife into her heart with a sickening squelching sound. Blood sprayed everywhere as Pinkie convulsed once more, then passed away in front of the filly's eyes. Most toddlers would cry at the sight, but not Pumpkin. She grinned slightly, and started to giggle again very joyfully; as she was finally rid of the one who kept her down, at least in her dreams.

Back in reality, Pound & Pumpkin were in their crib sleeping; only one was not sleeping. Pound Cake could not go back to napping as he was watching his sister wiggle and giggle in her sleep. You see, Pound actually shared the same dream, only he was not in control of it! He stayed calm and he didn't even cry, but he knew something was wrong with his sister, and the thoughts of their dream becoming a reality scared him emotionally on the inside.