Twilight Sparkle is greeted by the cold porcelain of her kitchen sink; and she greets it back. Namely, by vomiting violently into it. How did this happen? How could I kill Pinkie Pie? She asks herself the same two questions, over and over, untill the voice sounds again. "Having fun, Twilight?" Weakly rasing her head from the sink, fury fills her mind. "What do you want? Leave me alone!" The voice laughs, seemingly more at her than what she said. "I wish I could; but, my dear, I have something to tell you. I killed your dear friend Pinkamena Diane Pie."
Twilight's eyes go wide with terror. The thing in her head killed Pinkie; and it seemed amused with it. The terror soon gives way to anger; and Twilight summons her strength, rasing from the sink to her feet. "How could you do this to me? HOW COULD YOU KILL HER?!" The voice, for the first time, seems mildly concerned. "The pink one was on to me. She tried to take me out of you, but I couldn't let her do that. So, when she reached over to hug you, I hit her over the head with a chair." Twilight sins to the floor, sobbing in confusion and anger; mostly, she did not understand what was happening. Her best friend is dead, and the thing in her head killed her. But Twilight's friends didn't see that. They saw Twilight pick up the chair, Twilight bash Pinkie's skull in, Twilight think it never happened. Tears well back into her eyes; and the unicorn begins to cry again. "Pull yourself together. There is no use crying for something that already happened." This time, Twilight couldn't tell if it was herself that had said it.
"You know, that tan earth pony seems to have strong feelings for you." Twilight shakes her head violently; trying desperately to get the voice to quiet down. "How in the nine hells would you know that? It's not like she said anything!" The lavender unicorn barely even whispers, only talking to know the difference between the voices. "I can feel other living things emotions when I am near them. How do you think I knew what Pinkamena was trying to do?" Without an answer; Twilight Sparkle remembers where she was going. To the only person that knew about inner voices like this one. "There is a 76.5% chance that they will commit you if you mention my being here." That is one thing that she could not get over; how analytical that this voice could be. And she knew that it was right, too. They would probably think that she was crazy, and lock her up in an institution. "If you know that your chances aren't even good at telling them and having them believe you; why would you persist and risk your life?" Twilight considers this for a second, and sighs. "It's the only chance I have."
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