FoE PNP G-Platypus Session 44 Nightmare - Snack Cake

[01:04] <Mister_Clacky|GM> ***** G-Platypus: Snack_Cake Individual Log*****
[01:04] <Mister_Clacky|GM> The world goes black. Your head is hazy, your eyes closed.
[01:09] * Snack_Cake is a little bit confused, and afraid. That... thing did something. She just doesn't know what! She opens her eyes, immediately looking for her friends!
[01:14] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  You open your eyes, blinking away the black. You start to hear the clanking of dishes. You're in a kitchen, standing in front of a half-dozen large ovens. The walls are shiny and clean. There's a yellow mare washing dishes in the sinks behind you.
[01:14] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Butter Rum hums softly to herself.
[01:17] * Snack_Cake has a horrible feeling deep in her gut. She starts muttering a bit, quietly under her breath. "Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no no..."
[01:18] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Rummy turns, sitting the dishes in the sink. She walks up beside you. "What's wrong Snacks? Something burning? Did one of the cakes fall?" She ducks her head down to peak through the glass of one of the stoves.
[01:24] * Snack_Cake bites her lower lip, trying to think! This is wrong! Very wrong! But she has to keep it together... calm! "I... almost forgot to set the timer! That wouldn't have been good..." She leans over the top while she's distracted... at least to make it /look/ like she was setting it now.
[01:30] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Rummy smiles her sweet little smile. Her stable chef's apron hanging loose around her neck as she always wears it. The memories of all the bad seem more distant, fading to the back of your mind. She bumps into your side as she looks at the reset timer. "Looks good."
[01:34] * Snack_Cake gives a little smile back. "I'm just feeling a little... tired, I think." She a quick look over the stove, taking stock. "How's yours coming?"
[02:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Great!" She trots over to the counters where a row of bundt pans sit inverted on little risers. "Soon they'll be cool enough to pop free!"
[02:10] * Snack_Cake smiles a bit more as she looks. "That's good! Tonight's gonna be great, I think!" She's starting to feel a little less on edge. The familiarity is very soothing! It's very easy to fall back into old patterns.
[02:13] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She nods, nearly prancing over to the bay of refrigerators. "It's not everyday we get to bake for a cutecenera! I wish we did." She giggles, leaning halfway in to the icebox to find some soy milk. "Chief's sure proud of the little guy!"
[02:21] * Snack_Cake gives a little bit of a giggle. "I remember some of the things he'd try to do, to figure it out... I wasn't ever that bad, was I?"
[02:25] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Rummy smirks. "I remember us being /pretty/ bad at that age. I'm pretty sure if we hadn't gotten sent to the kitchens as punishment so often we might have never gotten our marks!"
[02:31] * Snack_Cake gives an embarrassed little smile. "Well... a lot of it was your idea! I don't think I was /that/ bad..."
[02:32] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She gives an indignant huff, bringing her hoof to her chest. "Are you implying i'm the /naughty/ one?"
[02:39] * Snack_Cake pouts. "Well, /I'm/ not. I could barely stand the idea of getting in trouble!"
[02:42] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She laughs. "So you /are/ saying I'm naughty?" She makes a tut-tut noise. "Here I thought were were best friends!" She screws on a pout of her own.
[02:44] * Snack_Cake frowns at that. "We /are/ best friends, Butter. Don't even joke about that! Why do you think I was always there with you? Even if I didn't like it, you /always/ could get me to do whatever you wanted."
[02:46] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Her put-upon pout falls away into a smile. She trots over and wraps a foreleg over your back. She gives you a squeeze as she sighs. "Don't be frowning like that! It's not fair. We're best friends. Forever. I've always got your back."
[02:48] * Snack_Cake smiles right back. "Always. Even when I /know/ it's a bad idea, I'll be right there with you."
[02:51] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There's a shift, an impossible change of time and place that still somehow seems normal. You're somewhere else now. A rubble-strewn road in the middle of the wastes. Her embrace is gone, but her voice can be heard over your shoulder. "But that's a /lie/."
[02:59] * Snack_Cake gives a confused look back over her shoulder. She's starting to feel a little uneasy again. "...what do you mean? A lie...?" She frowns.
[03:04] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  As she turns, she see's Butter Rum standing there. Her stable barding is shredded. Strips of skin and fur have been ripped from her, blood pools in crescent piercings...teethmarks. Her plump cheek on one side has been pulled away, her smile ruined on that half. "You ran away and left me to die." The words are clear somehow, even though only bits of her tongue are visible past the exposed teeth on her damaged side.
[03:07] * Snack_Cake gives a horrified gasp. She takes a few steps back. "No, no no no... You were... I saw it! I saw it... I was so afraid..."
[03:11] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She sneers. "You /left/ me! Best friend, always be there... but you /weren't/. You ran for safety and left me!" She lifts a foreleg to point at you, deep divots of flesh are gone, the bone visible in spots where the flesh has been pulled away.
[03:17] * Snack_Cake is as far from the calm and composed pony she was a few moments ago. "No! You were already... I couldn't do anything! I... I didn't want to die!" She's crying. She tries to blink the tears away. "I saw it happen... I saw it! If... If I knew! I'd never have..." She hesitates, then says instead, "I'd have made sure you were okay!"
[03:18] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She looks at you with disgust. "Really? Because I remember /screaming/."
[03:24] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There's a shuffling off to the side.
[03:28] * Snack_Cake shakes her head, hard. "No, no, no... I wouldn't just... leave you like that! Not... Not unless..." She stops when she hears the noise, and quickly turns to look to the side in a panic.
[03:30] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  A stallion lays in the ditch, impossibly dragging himself forward with nothing above the neck. His stable barding is bloodied, his body gnawed. He lifts a hoof toward you, a silent plea. "He tried! What did you do?"
[03:35] <Mister_Clacky|GM> There's a flash of something, like a jump in an old movie, a single frame out of place. A black toothy maw standing open behind the remains of Chief Slapstick... It's gone, the broken, pleading corpse in it's place.
[03:43] * Snack_Cake looks wide-eyed at where she saw... whatever that was. Something about it scares her, deeply... even more than what's happening around her. "... I couldn't do anything... If... If I didn't run, I would have just... I would have died!" She turns back to her friend... her best, closest friend she knew her /whole life/. "You didn't... want that to happen, did you?" She pauses a moment, before adding, "I promise... if I even thought for a minute you were still... okay... I would have tried to get you away. It just... It happened too fast!"
[03:49] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She hobbles forward. "Promises mean /nothing/. You'd /promised/ before! You're a heartless /coward/! A failure and a /liability/!"
[03:53] * Snack_Cake shakes her head, as much to convince herself as anything. "I'm sorry! I'm trying... as hard as I can! So something like that never happens again!"
[03:55] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Trying and failing. You're a waste and a danger." Drool drips in long strings out the ruined side of her face. "How many more ponies have died because of you?"
[04:00] * Snack_Cake doesn't like that question. At all! "I... I tried... I tried my best, and my hardest! I tried my absolute hardest to stop it!"
[04:02] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She gives a triumphant half-smirk. "And what good has your best been?"
[04:12] * Snack_Cake is unsure how to answer this, for a long time. The question hurts. It's the one she's been asking herself for a long time, now. "I... I have to try... no matter if I can really help or not... I have to try, Butter! Don't you understand? I can't... lose anypony else. Or I don't know what I'd do!"
[04:15] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The world around you seems to darken, her face turns cruel. "Maybe you should just /die/!" Her face screws up into a snarl and she lunges! There's a flash, a spear of light impaling the mare through the chest. An unequine roar, impossibly loud, shakes reality... it shatters.
[04:16] <Mister_Clacky|GM> *****session end*****