Title:           Think this is a Game...?
Author:          Trinity-Cancellation
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First Edit:      Saturday 26th of October 2013 09:03:12 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 26th of October 2013 09:03:12 AM CDT

Pinkamena was absolutely livid. She sat at her desk in her study, smiling a thoughtful, planning smile. She confidently placed a leg on another, and patted the suit she wore, a light blue like  her eyes. Rarity made it  to congratulate her on her success. She'd enjoyed the rise to wreath, with her idea of her Panoramic Cupcakes. Just put an unconventional treat in the middle and enjoy a pleasant surprise!
She sat there, making up a plan to mess with her staff member. She knew that this particular member hated the fact that she had to work for her, but she took the job anyways, because she needed the money. She insisted that she didn't mind it at all, but the looks she wore during the day said otherwise. Who was the person that was so embarrassed to be working under Pinkamena?
 
Rainbow Dash.
 
Rainbow Dash had applied to be her maid.
 
That was enough to get a laugh out of her, making it so that she giggled and relaxed back into her chair. She made a point to be friendly to her, no matter how she really felt about her "friend." She thought that she was annoying, a braggart and a poor excuse for loyalty. The promises she broke and the appointments she missed told her that much.
Pinkamena wanted to mess with her as MUCH as possible. She would prank her occasionally, pouring chocolate syrup in her mop water, unscrewing the brooms and hiding the handles, and laminating the tables with dust on them. Those were small,  compared to the malice she held for Rainbow. She really wanted to hurt her: To give her a feeling of humiliation and despair that she felt day in and day out.
 Her eyes met a case that she kept under her desk. She knew what she could do. It was extreme, but she could REALLY instill fear in her. He bit her lips as she set the case on her desk. Oh, she'd know exactly what to do... And even get rid of her problem, too.
 
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash sighed and lifted  her rag to the mirror, shuddering. See could only see herself. Good. Pinkamena wasn't behind her, looking at her with those piercing blue eyes.
 
She could take the looks people gave her. They were looks of condescending attitude, of surprise and indifference. She KNEW she was meant for more than this, but for right now, the money was too good to pass up.
 
But not the looks Pinkamena gave her... the day she saw Pinkamena looking up her skirt as she wiped a mirror clean was the day she felt permanently dirty. She couldn't believe her friend felt that way about her, much less look at her with lust like that!  She felt odd, with the way she acted warmly toward her and the hugs. This was her friend, yes, but her last encounter with "Pinkamena" left her dazed and with a migraine.
 
She was cleaning  Pinkamena's bedroom. It was big and dark pink-themed, her comfortable queen size taking up one side. She had a dresser, full body mirror, and a load of other things. Rainbow Dash looked with disdain at her mountain of stuffed toys, all those absent eyes making her feel like she was being watched. She turned to the mirror and froze.
 
Pinkamena was standing there, a case in her hands. She gulped and turned, lowering her hands and looking into her eyes. There was absolute joy in them as she stepped into the room and closed the door.
 
"Uh... Hey Pinks. What's up...?" She said, afraid of what her "friend" was going to do.
 
Pinkamena said nothing, but instead began unbuttoning the suit's jacket and stripping it off with one head, the case still in another. Dash grew flustered, not liking the fact that her friend hadn't taken her eyes of of hers.
 
"Um,you want me to leave, or...?" She asked, gripping the rag in her hands as if it was a panic button.
Pinkamena still hadn't responded. But she was now unbuttoning the dress shirt that was underneath. Dash stammered and began to walk toward the door, trying to walk around her.
 
"Pinkie! Nononono, I'm not- I'm sorry, excuse me!" She said, drawing closer to her.
 
Pinkamena suddenly stopped unbuttoning her shirt and undid the case, her hands working fast. Her fingers slid around something and a "click" resounded through the room. Dash stopped. Pinkamena smiled at her and raised her arm at her. A revolver was being pointed at her.  Dash screamed and backed up in horror, her former friend's aim trained on her.
 
"P-P-PINKIE! WAIT! DON'T SHOOT ME!" Dash pleaded, shivering as she scooted backwards until she hit the dresser.
 
"...Get up and lay on the bed, Dashie." Her voice came, cold and slow, with her nickname being the only thing that carried warmth.
 
Dash's eyes widened, looking over to the bed she'd made while she was in here. She looked back and saw that her friend wasn't smiling anymore. She shakily crawled over to the bed and lifted herself onto it, laying there, her eyes trained on the gun. Pinkamena walked over to her and let out a small giggle.
 
"You look so... defeated, Dashie. No fight in you?" She mused, trailing the gun up Dash's thigh as she crawled onto the bed with her.
 
Dash whimpered, the cold feel of metal dancing along her leg. She gasped as Pinkamena reached for her maid outfit's buttons, and began to undo them one at a time. Dash yelped as she felt her outfit's top yanked down, and her skirt yanked up. She tried to sit up and struggle, but Pinkamena placed the barrel of the gun to her head, making her freeze and slowly lay right back down.
 
She looked into Dash's eyes, her fear overflowing as well as her sorrow. She was on the verge of tears, yet she'd only just begun. She reached down as she also slid the gun's barrel to her captive's stomach. She heaved as she felt the metal touch her skin.
 
"Pinkie... Pinkie, Why? What did I do wrong...?" She choked, her hands gripping the sheets tight enough to cut off blood.
 
Pinkamena suddenly leaned in close, her breaths calm and collected for someone threatening another's life. She leaned toward Rainbow's ear and began to speak...
 
"Why? You haven't been a good friend to me, Dashie. You're been pushing me away ever since I moved. You never talked to me. you never called... You showing up when I got some loose change to throw around was oddly timed, huh?" She hissed into her ear, shifting her weight and lowering herself onto RD's waist. "All those times you said you cared about me were complete BULLSHIT. Every time I wanted to see you, you were busy with that complete and utter DYKE Gilda. Every time I felt down, I needed my best friend. And you blew me off like I was no one to go flying. Well you know what? I've missed you so much..."
 
Dash bit her lip and shut her eyes tight, expecting her to pull the trigger and plant a bullet in her stomach. She felt the tears stream down her face and to the bed, and Pinkemena shifting her weight again. This time, she felt her slam her leg down onto her chest, and let out a scream of pain.
 
She knew what she said was true. That she didn't act like a friend at all. She knew Pinkie was unstable and needed as much help as she could get. This was the result of her sinking into madness unchecked. And it was all her fault.
 
"...Tell you what. Let's play a game..." Pinkamena said, laughing as she pulled the hammer back and spun the chamber. "You feel lucky, Dashie? Cause we're playing..." She paused and leaned in close, the gun close to her chin. and a impossibly wide smile on her face. Dash opened her eyes and lost her breath as her heart pounded against her captor's leg.  
 
"Russian. Roulette!"