>You're at SugarCube Corner with your friends.
>And Pinkie is there, too.
>Your arm is in a sling.
>Didn't take any time for the rest of your friends to notice.
>Twilight points to it with a concerned look.
>"What happened, Anon?"
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see Pinkie giving you a stare that could penetrate your soul.
>Sweat begins to bead on your forehead.
"Uhh, just tripped and fell."
>Applejack raises an eyebrow.
>"Are you sure, sugarcube? This isn't the first time you broke something mighty serious."
>Pinkie bounces over with a tray of cupcakes.
>"Oh, you know Nonny! He's as clumsy as they come. Isn't that right, Non-non?"
>You look down, fighting the tears.
"S-sure. You know me. It can be very imprisoning at times."
>You emphasize, "imprisoning," but no one seems to take the cue.
>Pinkie giggles and kisses your cheek, making everyone else d'aaawwww.
>You want to cry right now.
>Time and time again you tried to leave hints that Pinkie was practically holding you hostage.
>And time and time again those hints went completely over their heads.
>One time Pinkie caught you mouthing "help me" to them.
>She broke your jaw later that day.
>Rarity gets up from her seat.
>"Well, those treats were simply divine. But I do have some business to attend to. Thanks for having us, you two."
>The rest get ready to leave as well, saying their goodbyes.
>Your hopes left with them, and you are once again alone with your captor.
>"So..."
>You don't reply.
>"'Imprisoned,' huh? Very interesting word choice, Nonny."
>Your body starts to tremble.
>She sighs.
>"And you were doing so well, too. It's a shame we'll need to fix that mouth of yours...again."
>As she raises her hoof, you hope that Pinkie kills you this time.