[PRESENT] >WANTED Dead or Alive for the murder of our fair Princess Celestia. >Large, bipedal ape wearing a clown's mask and fiery hair. >Goes by the alias of Anonymous. >Extremely dangerous. >Alert any nearby law enforcement before approaching. >REWARD of your choosing upon proof of capture or death. >You never cease to smile when you pass that poster nailed to the wall outside your kitchen. >It had only been a day since you freed the people of their tyrant overlord before you started seeing your face plastered all over every city in the kingdom. >You must admit, they did a damn good job getting your features correct. >They must have hired a professional to draw your profile. >You feel a small sense of pride knowing they spent that little extra coin just for you. >It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. >But enough about liberating the citizens. >Your fridge is empty, and your stomach is roaring at you. >You've been so distracted these last two days that you forgot to eat. >How silly of you. >Looks like it's time restock the fridge once more. >You sheathe your knife and head for the door. >You freeze when you're one step out. >You walk back inside, grab your bolt cutters, rope, and a lighter. >Not thinking you are missing something, you leave your home of a warehouse. -- >The guards ouside heard Celestia's final shout and your maniacal laughter before they bucked down the large throne room door. >Their faces were instantly stricken with fear and disgust upon seeing the corpse of their princess. >Their faces reminded you of the princess, actually. >As you drove your blade into her muzzle, you took a good long look into her big, beautiful, horrified eyes. >Your reminiscing is interupted by the rapid clopping of the incoming guards on the stone floor. >Their fear and disgust now a rage and hate-filled vengeance like no other. >They found you laughing into your hand, your eyes covered. >They thought they could get the drop on you. >You stood and punted the first guard right in the chin. >The second took out your other leg before you could recover from the kick. >The first guard flipped back and across the room before hitting the ground, unconcious. >You're pretty sure his jaw is busted in a few places as well. >You landed on your face and immediately rolled on your back. >You think you heard your mask crack. "Mother fu-" >You roll over again to avoid being curb stomped by the guard, whose hooves were on a collision course with your face. >As soon as horseshoe met stone, he was already rearing back to stomp again. >You quickly jab him in the snout, throwing his strike of target; but just barely. >You take the opportunity to rise to your knees and lunge at him. >You sit on his chest, effectively pinning him. "I don't like to be touched!" >You punch him several times in the snout and face, alternating hands. >You lift his head once and bring your fist down into his face and slamming his head against the stone floor. >Damn helmet. >You slip it off his head and raise it up to beat him with it. >You forgot about the other guard who was almost upon you now. >You chuck the helmet at him, hitting his head and dazing him. >He continues rushing you, but he's severely off balance. >You grab hold of him just as another squad enters the throne room. >You lift the panicking guard by the chestplate over your head and hurl him at the incoming reinforcements. >They topple over like bowling pins. >You take a quick look around, locating a balcony behind the throne. >You take one step and freeze. >You turn back around and bring your boot down on the bleeding and swollen face of the guard beneath you. >You chuckle and run for the balcony. >Ponies or not, you will NOT be captured again. >You peek over the railing to find... >Nothing. >It's a straight drop off a cliff with a waterfall. "Well, shit." >You turn around and are immediately bucked by an earth pony guard. >A pegasus guard takes the opportunity to of driving you over the railing as you are staggered. >Unfortunately for him, you hold onto him as you fall over, taking him with you. >The last thing his companions see is te two of you disappear into the fog. >The last they hear is his blood curdling screams. -- [PRESENT] >You spin your knife as you walk, whistling a little tune. >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5p96KUZsrY >The sun hasn't quite set yet, but the streets were long dead by now. >The ponies feared the night so much, they locked their doors long before dusk. >They didn't come out until the sun was high in the sky either. >They act like you were a vampire or something. >You just choose to go out at night. >You don't understand why they prefer the day anymore anyways. >With the death of their beloved princess, the sun turned red; casting a sort of filter over the land. >The moon at night had also grown in size and in itself seemed to suck the color from the world. >Apparently, the incompetent younger sister of the bitch Celestia went insane and effectively swapped the sun and moon cycles; causing the moon to rise earlier and set much later than the sun. >The scattered newpapers around the city that you've managed to piece together mentioned one "Nightmare Moon". >You were plenty pissed when they gave her the over page over your scenes of gore. >That was just fucking insulting, and someone had to pay for that. >As you walk, you pick up the various pieces of this week's newpaper blowing in the wind. >What you see makes you want to slaughter the children of every orphanage in the fucking kingdom. >That pink pony from Ponyville had been gaining much notoriety in her recent slayings. >She was turning her victims into cupcakes. >Fucking cupcakes? >Seriously?! >The damned ponies wouldn't know a skillful slaying if it happened to their damned prin- >Oh yeah. >It seems they prefer creativity over craftsmanship. >How are you supposed to build a reputation when these other ponies are stealing your spotlight? >You tear the newpaper to shreds and throw it over your shoulder. >You should have killed that pony when you had the chance... -- [PAST] >The pegasus guard spread his wings and squirmed to get away as you fell. >You kept a firm hold of his chestplate as you both traded blows. >At one point, he almost kicked your mask off. >You set it back in place and promptly skull bashed him. >Nearing the water, he flapped his wings to roll you beneath him. >You strength far outmatching his, you twisted him as well to offset his flapping. >You managed to get over him mere seconds before you hit the water below. >Your weight coupled with the force of your free fall crushed him instantly. >Regardless of your small cushion, you were not spared any agony. >The hit should have knocked you out, but you were still concious. >The force of the current slammed you into large boulders beneath the surface. >Your head was still aflame, regardless of being underwater. >Fuck this curse, man. >Water filled your lungs as you struggled to stay afloat. >You never did learn how to swim, which you fully regret right about now. >The rapids suddenly drop into another short waterfall. >You fall forward and into the water once more. >The current pulls you under again. >One final slam into a rock finally knocks you out. -- [PRESENT] >You make your way out of the city and into the countryside. >There is a farm not too far away that raises cattle, sheep, pigs, and various other delicious livestock. >The only problem is that it's at least half a day's walk from your home. >But if it means sustenance, you're all for it. >You could eat the ponies you kill, but you're better than that. >You're a serial killer, not a monster. >And you don't take your work home with you. >That's rule number 1. >Your long trek comes to an end when you see the large red barn in the distance. >After discovering their livestock disappearing on them, the owners have been putting a large fence around their fields lined with barbed wire. >Nothing your trusty bolt cutters can't handle. >They constantly replace and change the locks. >They have even began enchanting them to protect against whatever magic is being used to cut them. >What they don't realize is that it's not magic you're using. >You snip the lock and kick the gate open. >First thing you do is locate the cattle. >A full grown cow is much too heavy to just carry back home by yourself. >You walk to the nearest one and tie a rope around it's neck without protest. >You lead it outside and around the barn to the chicken coop. >Seeing as it's still dark, all the chickens are asleep in the coop. >You tear off one of the poorly constructed walls to get at the chickens inside. >As usual, they panic and being running around aimlessly; flapping their wings and being all around annoying. >You draw your knife and slash at a few of them, taking their heads or just cutting their throats. >The ones that lost their heads continued to run around. >A quick boot stomp and they were motionless. >The cow beyond the chicken wire was asleep while waiting for you, so you didn't have to worry about it seeing you slaughter the chickens. >You use the rest if the rope to tie their legs together and sling them over your shoulder, 4 chickens in all. >You grab the rope hanging from the cow and let out a sharp whistle. >The cow doesn't need to look up to knwo what you want. >Practically sleepwalking, it follows the tugging of the rope. >You don't bother closing the gate and make your way into the woods. >You tie the cow a short walk away from where you plan to make camp. >Unslinging the chickens, you throw them down beside your firepit. >Now you just need some tinder... >A timberwolf bolts from the bushes at you. >Ah, that'll work. >You catch it by the throat and choke slam it into the firepit. >A knife in the eye, a lighter to the body, and a chicken on a spit roast makes you a happy camper. >You can only afford to stay here for no longer than to sleep. >From there, you would usually lead whatever large animal you had with you back home to be slaughtered. >But not tonight. >There's a certain party pony you need to speak to in Ponyville. -- [PAST] >"HEEYAH!" >You feel a great blow to your stomach. >You lurch and cough up the water that had settled in your lungs. >You roll over and get on all fours. "GAH! *cough* What the fuck!" >"Hey! You're awake!" >You reach for your knife, only to find it missing. >You look around quickly and find it a few feet from you. >You quickly crawl over and grab it. >You stand and face your assaulter, knife readied. >In front of you floats a cyan pegasus with a large smile on her face. -- >You invert your grip on the knife and press the flat face into your inner forearm. >The cyan pegasus' happy face turns into one of sheer panic. >"Dude! You're on fire!" >She bolts off into the sky. >You tried to keep eyes on her, but the sun made it impossible. >The sun is suddenly blotted out and you are hit with what you assume to be a really large water balloon. >Being hit by a wall of water like that kind of hurts. >You didn't think you could get any wetter. >You swear you can feel the water running off of your bones. >You roared and took a slash at her. >You hit nothing but air as she had already gone. >You sheathe your knife and look to the sky once more. >You shield your eyes from the sun. >As you do, you see her once more. >You also spot the large cloud she's pushing. >You futily extend a hand to stop it. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" >SPLASH! >You stand there frozen, your arm still extended. >GOD. >FUCKING. >DAMN IT! -- >"It's not working!" shouts the pegasus. >Before she can fly away again, you clench your fist around her hind leg. >Your other hand shakes violently as it grips the handle of your knife, resisting the urge to gouge her. >She struggles against your death grip. "That won't be necessary," you growl through gritted teeth. >The pegasus stops her struggles and settles to the ground. >So much water... >If you had a soul, you were certain that it would be absolutely drenched as well. >The pegasus eyes you worrily. >"Are you s-" "Yes." >"That looks pai-" "It is." >"Well why don't you-" "I can't." >"Well, maybe Twilight-" "No." >"Or maybe the princess-" "No." >"Would you just let me fin-" "No." -- >The pegasus scowled at you. >An awkward silence ensued. >The pegasus slowly began to rock back and forth on her hooves and whistling as you stood there staring at her. >"So..." she started. "What." >"I have a ques-" "No." >"No?" "No." >"Well too bad. I just saved your life. You owe me." >You chuckle at her her audacity. "It's funny because you think life is worth something." >"Isn't it?" "Only in the minds of the weak and the desperate." >"Well, regardless of what you think, I have questions." "You said A question." >"Things change." >Yes they do. "Will you leave me alone then?" >"We'll see." "Very well then." -- "But first, I have a question for you." >"Okay then." "Where's the nearest town?" >"That would be Ponyville." >She pointed towards the town. >"It's that way. Not too far from here." >You begin walking in the direction she pointed. >You're in Ponyville again? >Son of a bitch... >Hopefully it won't take as long as it did before to get the hell out. >"So what's your name?" >The pesus was hovering next to you. >Oh yeah,you forgot she was still breathing. "Anonymous." >"What are you?" "Human." >"Hyoo-men...? Oh yeah! Pinkie was talking about you! So you're the Anonymous that Twilight found! Well that answers a few other questions." "Great." >"Why were you in the river?" "I fell." >"You should learn to swim." >Fuck you. >"So when do you plan on going to the party?" "What party?" >"Pinkie's party. For you." "I don't." >"Pfft ahahaha! You act like there's a choice in the matter." "There is. And I say no." >"She'll find you, you know." "Can't wait." -- >"My name's Rainbow Dash, by the way." >Don't care. >"You know, you're mane reminds me of one of my idols." >Don't care. >"Her name's Spitfire. She's the leader of the Wonderbolts!" >Don't care. Don't care. Don't care. >"They're the best flight crew in Equestria! And I'm going to join them!" >Jesus fucking Christ... >You. Don't. Care! "I thought you said you would leave me alone?" >"I said 'we'll see'." >God damn it. >Maybe you can shut her up, or make her go away. "So how about that party?" -- >You want to kill everyone here... >That fucking rainbow pegasus was introducing you to everyone in town alongside her pink psychotic friend. >Their uptight rich friend was revolted and couldn't stop insulting your fashion sense. >Their hick friend was welcoming, but off-put by your style. >There was a yellow pegasus who froze up the second she saw you. >You like this one. >She doesn't waste time with chatter. >In fact, she fled the area the moment you said 'Hi'. >You will make sure her death is... >Fuck it, she deserves nothing special. >Rainbow Dash elbows your shoulder. >"Psst. I think she likes you," she whispered with a giggle. "You don't say?" >They tried to find Twilight, but she wouldn't be coming anytime soon. >You told them she stayed in Canterlot. -- >The guests were ecstatic about a clown being at the party. >Boy, were they sorely mistaken. >Pinkie had left you sitting in a chair with a stupid pointy party hat on your head. >You smashed the first 30, but gave up, crossed your arms, and just waited for the cold but searing flames to combust it. >It never happened. >But something caught your eye just now. >It was the pink pony. >She had hauled in a large cake from the kitchen. >But it wasn't the cake that caught your eye. >Pinkie held up a cake knife near her face and cheered your name. >Again, it's not what caught your attention. >What did was her reflection. >For the fraction of a second, you saw Pinkie's reflection in the blade. >But it wasn't Pinkie. >Her reflection had long, straight hair covering one eye. >Her exposed eye had the most sinister essence in it. >Her smile, equally sinister. >Your own muffled laughs had caught Pinkie's attention. >She bounded over immediately, glad to finally see you starting to open up. -- >Although impossible to see behind your mask, she knew you were smiling. >The smile you did have disappeared the second she got in your face. >Your mask gave off it's usual joyful facade. >"So Anon, why don't you come dance with us?" "No." >"It'll be fun~!" "No." >"Would you like some cake?" >God no. >Who knows what filth lies beneath that tower of baked goods and vanilla frosting? "No." >She sat on her haunches in front of you. >Her smile and determination never left her. >She had an idea and zipped away. >Before you could blink, she had returned with a cup of punch for you. >When she offered it to you, you slapped it out of her hands. >The contents drenched the white bitch of a unicorn who started screaming and bolted out of the bakery screaming something about staining her coat. >Pinkie thought it was an accident and went to get you another. >Again you slapped it away. >About a dozen more times of this before she decided to just set it down next to you so you can drink it later. -- >She sits before you, watching you with happy eyes and a smile. >You just stare into those cerulean eyes of hers. >You can see right through her. >That inner darkness you caught a glimpse of before was buried deep within. "I know," you told her. >"Know what? My birthday? Everypony knows my birthday, silly filly! And I know everypo-" "I know who you are. WHAT you are." >"Pfft. Well duh," she laughed. "I can see your true colors." >"Pink!" she stated proudly. "The color of happiness!" >You are not detered. "You and I both know that's not true. Pink is but a light shade of red. A beautiful color, if I may say so myself. You, however, are darker than that. To put it in a color for you? Crimson." >Pinkie shifted on her hooves nervously. >She can see your sense your smile beneath your mask. >She looked around at her friends and guests. >The music was too loud and they were all too busy socializing to hear your exchange. -- >"W-what are you talking about?" >The joy in her voice is quickly deterriorating. "I see the real you." >She gulped. "We are the same, you and I. Inside you are ugly, just like me." >"T-that's not me," she stated. "I like to party and have fun." "You cannot hide what's on the inside." >You grab the cup of punch and tilt your head back to drink. >It was disgusting. >You throw the plastic cup to the ground and step on it. "Nothing exists but empty space. Space that must be filled." >You stand. "And you are just a thought. The real you is in there. And you can't supress it for much longer." >You walk past Pinkie, who sat there, staring at the wall space behind where you were sitting. >You leave Sugarcube Corner without another word and without being followed. >You leave Ponyville altogether. >You saw a city in the distance. >Perhaps it's time to get back into the game. -- [PRESENT] >Morning had come and gone. >The day and night cycles should mean nothing at this point. >The full moon illuminates all but the shadows. >The sun is brighter, but out so little now that it's not worth killing your night vision just to be out. >The ponies are right to fear the night. >Now that there was effectively a 16-hour night, the predators had free reign of the land. >No longer confined to the borders of the Everfree Forest, they roam the countryside, searching for livestock and equines alike. >You feared nothing, however. >Only the truly stupid would even think about attacking you. >The only thing that concerned you was that your acquired livestock remained unharmed. >You would rather not haul several hundred pounds of dead weight back home. >The moon is cresting the mountains in the distance. >You step away from the glowing coals that was your fire and towards the cow. >She had woken up during the day, as evidenced by the various hoof prints and eaten grass around her area. >You sling the rest of the chickens over her back and tie them down. >You grab the rope and slap the cow, rousing her from her slumber. >Confused and disorientated, she doesn't hesitate to follow you. >The roars of manticores and the howling of timberwolves do nothing to spook you. >The heffer, however, is darting her eyes back and forth, searching for any threats. >Each time she stopped, you yanked on the rope, forcing her to keep moving. -- >The journey back to Ponyville lasted all night. >You had eaten twice and let the cow out to graze while you did. >At one point, the cow refused to leave the light of the fire. >The glowing eyes of a timberwolf pack surrounded the two of you. >You payed them no mind, finished your meal, and began your trek once more. >The dim lights emenating from Ponyville came into view not long after. >You bypassed many homes that had fallen into disrepair. >The windows were boarded up, the doors falling off the hinges. >The shingles were coming apart and the gutters hung loose from the roofs. >The town was dead. >Trash blew with the cool breeze like tumbleweeds. >The market stalls were long abandoned and broken. >The town hall had banners and balloons of a recent celebration. >'Congratulations, Applejack' they said. >You lead the cow through the ghost town that is Ponyville. >You stop before a large building, the exterior appearing to be made of candy and various desserts. >The cow is tied to the post of a flickering street light. >You move up to the bakery and press your back against the wall. >You peer through the window into the dark, empty space. >This is why you were here. >You need a high-profile kill to get your name back into the minds of the citizens. >The fear they have of you is great, but the mention of your name does not strike terror in their hearts like it should. >This must be rectified. >The pink pony must die. >You draw your knife and slowly push open the front door. -- >The dim street lamp outside did nothing to illuminate the room. >The moonlight filtered through the open door, but even that didn't help visibility much. >The shop was no different from the rest of the town. >Dead. >The tables were broken and turned over. >The chairs were in equal disarray. >Cobwebs held the old furniture to the floor and hung themselves in the corners of the room. >The food displays were empty. >You slowly crept through the room, hugging the wall. >The old floor boards did nothing to help your stealth. >Each one creaked louder than the last. >You made it to the other side of the room and pushed open the double swinging doors to the kitchen. >The kitchen was still well-kept. >Hell, it had even been used recently. >This was a good sign, as the hyperactive horror that was Pinkie Pie was still around. >You quickly determine she is not in here and leave the room. -- >The staircase upstairs was located back in the storefront. >You invert your grip on the knife as you stalk your way upstairs, your back pressed against the wall. >Moving ever-so-slowly to make as little noise as possible, you reach the top and poke your head out. >You look left. >Nothing. >You look right. >No movement. >You take one step and feel your foot sink suddenly. >You lean back in time for an acid-filled doughnut to fly past and hit the wall next to you. >Looks like avoiding the dining area was a smart move. >God know what other tricks this pony has up her sleeve in this house of horrors. >You search every room, knife at the ready. >The master bedroom had blood-splattered linen on the bed. >The walls and ceiling had smeared hoof prints on them. >There was also a skeleton in the closet. >The irony didn't phase you one bit as you exit the room. >The foal's room was also empty. >There were two pony plushes in the cribs. >The seams were torn. >Cotton was spilling out. >Limbs were missing. >One was missing head. >You quickly located it as nailed to the wall across the room. >A mobile hung in the center of the room, untouched. >There was no wind, but it slowly rotated. >It played music slowly and quietly. >You leave the room and stare down the hallway. >Save for the bathroom, there was only one room left. -- >The hallway seemed to stretch much farther than it was. >A single boarded up window at the end of the hallway allowed small columns of moonlight to filter in. >You move forward, slowly. >Your movements mean nothing with the curse atop your head. >The flames flicker and trail your movements slightly. >The glow they give off is slight, but totally give you away. >She will hear you long before she sees you, so the light is the least of your worries. >You are about 5 feet from the door when something catches your eye. >A line of flickering light is glowing from the crack beneath the door. >You have her now. >You position yourself in front of the door. >You bring you knee up and kick with all your strength. >The door flies open and slams into the wall, hanging by a single hinge. >To your disappointment, the room is empty. >But what you find is interesting in itself. >The light is coming from a single lit candle on a tall candlestick. >The bedroom is clean and in repair, just like the kitchen. >The only other oddity that stands out is the taxidermied corpse that is Rainbow Dash standing in the corner. >You had to supress a deep laugh due to your particular situation. >This one had some serious creativity. >Now you know why the media loves her so. >And now it's all the more reason to elminate her. -- >The room being cleared destroys all hope of finding her here. >You will not give up so easily. >You sheathe your knife and make your way downstairs. >You stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking around the shop for any sort of clues. >Anything at all. >Then it hits you. >You move back into the kitchen and look around. >You move across the room and open one door in particular. >Behind said door is a set of stairs, descending into the abyss. >Redrawing your knife, you descend into the darkness. >One step at a time, keeping one hand on the wall, the other on the railing. >A single step shatters under your weight. >You manage to catch yourself before you impale your feet on pungi stakes made of sharpened candy canes. "Clever." >You sweep you foot through the pit, shattering the candy canes. >You keep moving down the stairs. >Your hair gives off a little bit of light, but the amount of shadows down here makes it all for naught. >You touch concrete, signaling that you have entered the basement proper. -- >You take small steps forward and feel your way around with your free hand. >A tickling sensation runs across your face and you swat the air, catching a pull string. >Giving it a tug, a single lightbulb shines and lights up the room. >There were stacks of flour sacks, various kitchen appliances, cutlery, and everything else used in a bakery. >Still no sign of that damned pony. >You move around the various appliances and peek into the shadows, searching for anything you can use to discover her whereabouts. >You move to the center of the room and stand beneath the lightbulb to avoid your vision being blocked by the light source. >You slowly rotate, scanning the walls up and down for anything suspicious. >Bingo. >Behind the batter mixer, the mortar in the wall was missing in between some of the bricks. >You closed one eye and followed the line. >It formed a tall rectangular shape, meeting back on the floor. >There's not a doubt in your mind that's not a door of some kind. >But opening it is another problem in itself. >You scour the basement to look for a button, lever, or some kind of switch to open the door. -- >The lightbulb begins to flash, creating a strobe effect. >You spin around and raise your blade, ready to strike. >The light flickers out, leaving you in the pitch black with only the glow of your fire giving you away. >You can't see shit. >You take a few steps towards the lightbulb's last known location. >You strike your shin on a wooden crate. "GAH!! Ass packing fucking bakery!" >You kick the crate across the room in a fit of rage. >It shatters against the wall, but something else happens as well. >The click of a pressure plate is heard along with the crash. >The cobblestone door begins to shift to one side, flooding the basement with a dim light. >With nowhere else to go, you cautiously stalk your way through the small hallway and into a sort of torture chamber. >Various grotesque decorations were hung on the walls. >These include stuffed heads of various creatures, some pegasus wings, and "LIFE IS A PARTY" was scrawled in runny letters of blood. >More candles light the room. >Once again, she is not in here. >You are about to start trashing the place until you hear the faintest whimper. >You spin towards the entrance and wait. >But nothing comes. >You hear more whimpering. >You follow the sound to a deep pit in the center of the chamber. >Leaning over the edge, you are surprised to see what's down there. >A very skinny unicorn is huddled in a corner, away from her own filth. >Three gems adorn her flank. -- >The metallic noise of you sheathing your knife catches her attention. >She looks up quickly. >When she doesn't immediately see Pinkie, she instinctively smiles. >When she stares at you for more than a second, her hopes of rescue are immediately dashed. >Her eyes widen in fear and she lets out an ear-shattering screech. >You cover both ears to drown out her screams. >It's not working. "Shut the fuck up!" you roar. >She does, but resumes her pathetic whimpering. "Where is Pinkie," you demand. >She doesn't answer. >You crouch down closer to the edge of the pit. "Where is Pinkie," you restate. >"I-I-I don't know," she stammers. >You shake your head and stand. >You were wasting time here. >"Please don't leave me!" she calls after you. >You look back down at her. "And why wouldn't I want to do that?" >"Because it's rude!" she shouts. "How can you just leave a lady like this?" "Watch me." -- >You take a step. >"Wait!" "WHAT!" >"She plans on making me thin so my coat comes off easier. She wants to make a dress out of me!" "And why does this concern me?" >"You have to get me out of here!" >"Oh, I wouldn't worry about her, Anonymous." >You snap your attention from the pathetic unicorn in the pit to Pin- >So that's the real Pinkie... >Just as you thought, she has long, straight hair and wicked eyes. "You..." >"Surprise..." >She almost sings it. >Her mouth slowly forms into a wicked smile. >"It's not very nice for you to go around trashing other ponies homes, you know." >You draw your knife but keep your arm hanging by your side. "It's not nice to be stealing my notoriety either." >"Is that why you're here? I thought we could have a party or something. Rarity can be our special guest." >"I will not partake in any of your horrid parties, Pinkamena Diane Pie!" Rarity shouted from the well. >Pinkie didn't care for that too much. >She leaned over the pit and shouted into the hole. >"You won't be saying that when your coat is on display on one of your ponyquinns!" >Rarity was silenced immediately. -- "Enough." >You take a step forward to emphasize your presence. "You." >You point your knife at Pinkamena. "I will have mine." >"Would you rather have some cupcakes? I make them special." >Pinkamena smiled and braced herself. "I would rather see your head on a pike." >"Why are you being so unfriendly Anon? I just want to-" >Pinkie throws a cupcake at you. >You raise your arms above your face. >The cupcake hits your shield and dissipates into dust. >Through fits of coughing and burning eyes, you spot her running out the door. >You follow with haste. >"Don't leave me!" you hear Rarity call. >You race through the dark and up the basement stairs, almost tripping into the spike pit again. >Lightning flashes and illuminates the kitchen for a brief second. >You spot the double doors swinging open and close. >You run and kick the doors open as you fly through them. >Pinkamena is casually walking away from you. >She looks back and smiles. >Lightning once again reveals her sadistic grin. -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSV2_rFl3Sc >The two of you being to circle around the room. >You adjust the grip on your knife for something more firm. >Pinkamena produces a rather large cake knife as well. >You spin your knife in the palm of our hand. >You catch it and raise it to your nose. >You run the blade under your nostrils, inhaling the iron scent of the crimson-stained tool. >Pinkamena holds her cake knife up to her face. >She seductively runs her tongue up the length of the blade, savoring the taste of her victims. >You stop and stare at each other for several tense seconds. >0:30 >At the flash of lightning, you lunge at her and swing the blade wide. >She ducks under it and you come back in with another wide swing. >She hops back and takes the opening to run in at you. >You bring a knee up and hit her in the face. >She is knocked to the side and dazed, but only for a second. >She runs a circle around you, and you follow with your knife at the ready. >When she runs in at you again, it's in a zig-zag motion. >You go to kick her again, but she dodges. >She lunges forward, the cake knife cutting into your side. >The crack of thunder drowns out your roar of pain. >You bring your knife down as shes flying by, slicing into her flank. >She lets out a cry and jumps away. -- >The two of you raise your respective blades, revealing the blood you have drawn from each other. >Pinkamena changes her tactics and starts bouncing off of the furniture. >Another bright flash and she is in your face. >She jumps off of your head to safety before you can grab her. >She comes in once more and headbutts you in the stomach. >Not only that, but she buries the cake knife up to the hilt into your gut. >When she makes contact, you grab her and refuse to let go. >You fly back and through a dusty table. >She wrestles with you, trying desperately to get free. >You flip her over and pin her shoulders to the floor. >You dropped your knife when she hit you, so you will just have to make due. >You rip the cake knife from your body and bring it down with all of your might. >She manages to free both of her forelegs and stop you from driving the blade into her eye. >She fights back desperately, but you are overpowering her. >The knife was inching towards her throat. >Pinkamena gasped as it pressed against her throat and broke the skin. >Blood streamed from the wound and to the floor. >Her eyes were wide with the realization that she may not survive this night. >Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. >You were going to enjoy this... -- >Without warning, the whole front of the shop lit up and exploded. >The force of the blast knocked you off of Pinkamena, and slid her across the floor. >You stood at the ready, Pinkamena had also taken up your knife in her mouth. >"This is the Canterlot Royal Guard!" shouted a pony in a unicorn in a chariot. >"You are both wanted for multiple counts of murder, conspiracy, assasination, and corruption. We have you surrounded! Drop your weapons or we will fire upon you!" >You looked around at the army of soldiers before you. >Several chariots hovered in the sky above them, each with 2 unicorns, each charging spells. >Pinkamena gritted her teeth at the offending detatchment of soldiers. >"Time's up!" >You bellow an uproarous laugh as the unicorns release a volley of magic bolts upon you and Pinkamena.