>Heavy rain rattled against the windows as you stood staring down at her.
>God damnit Anon, this really got out of hand.
>You hadn't meant for things to turn out this way.
>You were just gonna grab the bits from the safebox and be on your way out of this hellhole of a town.
>You weren't counting on her, or anyone else for that matter, showing up.
>It's just typical, ever since you came to this place these ponies just wouldn't leave you alone.
>Why did she have to get involved?
>What was she even doing here?
>Did she somehow know you'd be there?
>Well, it's too late to ask her now...
>You should really get going, it wouldn't look good if someone else were to walk in on you, but you still linger.
>You never took a life before, at least not by your own hand
>You look at the bloodied frying pan lying on the floor next to her.
>It had been more of a paniced reflex than a conscious action.
>She just seemed to pop up out of nowhere and the frying pan was readily available.
>It had happened so fast.
>An alien mixture of woe, vexation and emptiness; this isn't how you had imagined it would feel.
>Argh.
>This is no time to repent, you have to get out of here.
>There are still several hours till sunrise, if you move fast and mask your trail you should be able to... Hold on, what's this?
>On the ground beside her lies an envelope.
>She must have been carrying it with her.
>Despite knowing you shouldn't, curiosity gets the best of you and you bend down to pick up the letter.
>It's a smooth, thick paper with a pink tint; go figure.
>"To Anon." it reads on the front, apparenlty written by hand, or hoof, as it were.
>You open up the envelope and retrieve a note from inside, it's made from the same high-quality, pink paper.
>The light of the moon shining through the dark clouds outside is just about enough for you to make out what's written.
 
>"My dearest Anon.
>Ever since you came here, it's been obvious to everypony that you've felt like an outsider.
>I know that everypony gave you a hard time when you first came here, because you were so different from everypony else.
>So when you said all those mean things, or when you acted like a big Grumpy-McMeanie-Pants, I understood.
>Even thought you hurt a lot of ponies feelings and made everypony very upset, I know why you did the things you did.
>Sometimes when a pony is all alone, when they're feeling hurt or vulnerable, they can be mean and hurtful because they feel like they have to protect themselves.
>But I don't think that anypony should have to feel that way, not even if that pony is a hooman.
>Because if there's one thing I love, it's to make my friends smile.
>And that's what you are to me, Anon, even if you like it not.
>You're my friend.
>And as your friend it's my obligation to tell you that everthing is okay.
>I know you got of to a rough start with, well, pretty much everypony in town.
>But don't worry, your good old pal Pinkie is here for you, because I understand.
>And in time, I'm sure everypony else will too.
>
>I don't know when your birthday is and since you didn't even show up for your Welcome-to-Ponyville-party, I decided to throw another party in your honor.
>Since I take it you're not fond of crowds of ponies, this party would be just for you and me, for two friends.
>A Pinkie-Pie-Understands-And-Forgives-You-And-Hopes-We-Can-Be-The-Bestest-Of-Bestest-Of-Bestest-Of-Friends-party, just for you.
>I even baked you a great, big, humongous, giant cake, which I'm sure you'll love.
>And I really hope that you can learn to trust us ponies, and maybe you can find your home here in Ponyville.
>I sure would love that.
>
>Lots of smiles,
>Your Bestest Friend Pinkie Pie"
 
>Your hand falls to your side.
>The letter drops from your grip, gently falling to land in the small pool of blood creeping across the floor.
>Feeling numb, you once again turn to look at her as liquid dripplets start falling against the wooden floorboards at your feet.
>You guess there must a leak in the ceiling...
>Suddenly, all your former plans and ideas seem meaningless.
>You no longer desire the bits that the Cakes have stashed away in their safebox.
>There's only one thought in your head, raging through your mind, plaguing your very being;
>You just killed the only person who ever cared for you.
>You drop to your knees beside her, your only friend, and you weep.
>You stay by her side, nothing else matters.
>There are no more dreams now, only tears.