>You were at Sugarcube Corner, patiently waiting for your celebratory chocolate cake to be finished.
>The celebration being: "Fuck you, I eat what I want."
>'Murrica! Fuck yeah!.webm
>Back to the store, now.
>Between standing, reclining, and leaning for 15 minutes since your order: you were bored as hell.
>Gazing at your watch, you reflected "Mrs. Cake is sure taking her sweet time."
>You craned your neck to try and spot Mrs. Cake diligently frosting your cake in the kitchen.
>The doorway was empty aside from your partially-finished cake sitting on the counter.
>Wut
>Hesitantly, you spoke up "Mrs. Cake, you in there?"
>No answer. No movement in the doorway. No sou-
>*Metallic swish*
>You strained further over the counter to get a better look into the kitchen.
>Pinkie was sitting on a stool, near the cake.
>*swish*
>You catch a glimmer of metal arc through the air.
>You try and catch pinkie pie's attention "'Ey, Ponk! Where's Mrs. Cake? I've been waiting for my cake for 15 minutes, now."
>*Repressed giggling*
>*Swish*
>Your eyes squint.
>Louder this time, you sound off "Pinkie Pie, can you hear me? I need my cake done today."
>*Swish*
>Ponk guffaws.
>"Goddammit, Pinkie Pie" you huskily breath.
>Time to take action.
>Coming around the counter, you walked to the doorway.
>Grabbing the joists with both hands, you peeked in and impatiently asked "Pinkie, where's Mrs. Cake? I don't have time-"
>OhShitNigga
>Blood was everywhere.
>The counters, floor, sink - everything was covered in fresh blood and bits of flesh.
>Mrs. Cake was nowhere to be found.
>*Swish*
>D-did she...
>Ponk laughs hysterically at your gasp of horror.
>*Swish*
>You stare at the back of Ponks head.
>"P-pinkie Pie" you manage to stutter "d-did you murd-"
>"YESSS."
>*Demonic laughter*
>The pone swivels in her seat around to face you.
>*Swish! Swish! Swish!* in quick succession.
>The air rings from the swift file strokes.
>The once ambivalent pony you knew now looked like a snarling dog. Her mane and tail lay limp.
>Blood was splattered all over her pinkish-gray coat and muzzle.
>Pinkie Pie held a large knife and sharpener in her hooves.
>*Swish*
>The groans of the long-dead escape her mouth.
>She laughs maniacally as your draw back in disgust and fear.
>*Swish*
>Your retreat ended when you hit the door frame and crumple on the floor in shock.
>You were in a daze.
>*Swish*
>Pinkie tosses the file aside, sending it bouncing off the wall and crashing on the floor with a *clang*.
>You're sweating profusely. Blood was pounding in your ears, too.
>[spoiler]I did not sign up for this shit, man.[/spoiler]
>Knife in hoof, Pinkie hops down from the stool and slowly walks towards you.
>Her eyes were full of malicious intent.
>Your jimmies hit lightspeed.
>Pinkie Pie advances to you, casually swinging the knife at her side.
>Light shines on the surface to expose more blood.
>Ponk's face was drawn back to reveal canines, and slits for her eyes to peek out.
>Specks of flesh cover her jaws.
>You peddle your legs against the floor in a vain effort to distance yourself from Ponk.
>You were firmly jambed up against the door frame.
>Your lips were running "N-no. No. N-n-no. No..."
>Pinkie Pie stood over you, bringing the knife over her head.
>You make no effort to survive, being in complete shock at the recent turn of events.
>Brain: 404 Give a nigga a break.
>From the Abyss Pinkie spoke "Time's up."
>The knife plunges down.
>You brought your hands up and turn your head aside in instinct.
>Ponk laughs.
>The blade buries itself into your right shoulder.
>You scream out in pain.
>Pinkie retracts the blade with a primeval growl, only to stab you again in the palm of your outstretched hand.
>You jerk it back, yelling.
>Ponk had a good grip on the handle.
>The blade twists in the cut, gouging out more of your hand.
>You yelp. Tears were flowing.
>"Ahahahahahaha!"
>The depth of the laughter was disturbingly implacable.
>The strikes of the knife continued on your defenseless body.
>Blood was flowing from cuts and gouges on your arms, neck, shoulders, and hands.
>Ponk declared "No salvation" as she buried the knife into your sternum.
>Dark mirth laced that comforting statement.
>You lay outstretched, bleeding and gasping on the floor. The stabbing did not cease.
>The onslaught continued on your torso and abdomen. you were getting cold - numb, even, to the pain.
>You cough out a spray of red droplets.
>Pinkie's insane cackling faded into the background.
>You looked at the walls and ceiling.
>The room looked weird from your vantage point.
>Where the fuck did that thought come from? You're dying, nigga.
>Black spots peppered your vision.
>You shrug it off.
>You cough again.
>Fuck, man.
>Fuck.
>A shadow gathered around your peripherals, overtaking your eyesight.
>The only thought you had right now was of your cake.
>I only wanted my cake, damn it.
>Muh cake. Famous last words.
>Blackness followed.
 
>Locale: Canterlot Castle, throne room.
>Sunbutt was quietly enjoying her 5-minute tea break.
>She magicked the cup to her lips and-
>*faintly* Muh cake.
>She pauses.
>Looking at her server, her eyes narrow.
>She spoke coldly "So, you decide to poke fun at me when I'm on a diet?"
>Taken by surprise, the server tripped over her words "Uh-uh, no, your highness."
>She smiles sweetly.
>Sunbutt glares at her for a beat longer, boring into the other's eyes.
>The server squirmed.
>Sighing, Sunbutt let up and took a sip of her tea.
>"Damn plebs" she thought spitefully.
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