Loving Pinkamena: Part 1

??: We did it sir.
?:We did it?
??: I mean, you did sir.
?: Have you exterminated Aanon yet?
??: Not yet sir, but a guard is going to his room to give discharge of him as we speak.
>A walkie talkie goes off on the boss’s waist.
???: Sir. Come in Sir. We have a problem.
?:How bad could it possibly be? The other experiments don’t matter anymore. You can exterminate all experiments, except “Pinkie” of course. We have what we need.
???: That’s the problem sir. She’s.. She’s back.
>Coffee is spewed from the guard’s mouth. The boss doesn’t care. He fumbles with the walkie talkie.
?: That’s.. impossible!
>His breathing becomes ragged. Everyone knew what She was capable of.
?: How.. many guards was it this time? Tell me some got out.
>A long sigh is heard.
???:  No sir, none got out. It was 8 this time.
?: Go get Aanon.
??: But sir.. You told us-
?: Get Aanon. Now. Stop that guard at all costs.
??: Yes sir. And the other subjects?
?: We won’t need them anymore. They are just a waste of resources. Exterminate, then we can focus on only one subject.
??: You mean two sir. I’ve contacted the guard just in time. Aanon is alive and well.
?: Not for long. Send Aanon to our remaining subject. Put the others in the Gas Chamber.
??:Yes sir. They are all on their way.
???: Copy that sir.




>You are Aanon.
>Just sitting, yet again, in your room.
>It has been mere minutes since you became conscious again.
>You had chains on your arms again, as if it really mattered. The door was locked anyway.
>You had stopped pounding on the door. It was useless.
>What will they do to her?
>Will they.. kill her?
>You just couldn’t.. lose her. Not like that.
>Your chest felt heavy.
>You knew firsthand what they were capable of.
>You hear the door knob jiggle, and you quickly sit upright, waiting.
>It was the one guard you actually could stand.
>“Well well kid, it’s been quite some time.”
>Something was.. off about his voice.
>“Now, let’s get this over with kid.”
>You widen your eyes. You knew exactly what he was here to do.
>Sure enough, he pulls out a needle filled with a familiar neon-orange liquid.
>This wasn’t good. Not at all.
>He holds it like a knife, and charges at you.
>However, you violently swing to the side, and knock him to the floor.
>He automatically gets up in a sitting position.
>“C’mon kid, give it up. If I don’t do it, you know that there are hundreds more that will.”
>Just then, his walkie-talkie goes off. He takes a moment, giving you another second of life.
“Don’t worry. He’s not cooperating, but It shouldn’t be too hard-
>You make out the word “stop” very clearly from it.
>“… Right away sir. He is to remain unharmed..”
>You don’t feel relieved. If they still want you alive, the only reason could be if they need you for something else.
>He grabs you by the chains once again.
>“C’mon kid, you’re going to meet your girlfriend again.”
>You felt the pressure lift. She was safe. She was okay..
>Wait, what? She’s not..
>Come to think of it, wasn’t she?
>He drags you out of the hallway, clearly pissed that you made him fall down, even when you were in chains.
“Don’t get too excited kid; there is only one way you’re leaving this place.
>Honestly, you didn’t care. But Pinkie.. what will they do to her?
>You take a couple of minutes of weaving through all of the halls. There was one thing that striked you as odd though.
>All of the doors were open. And nobody was in them.
>Were you really the only one left? You knew that there had to be others though.
>You soon start to see a wall of guards, lining the hallways, more and more of them the closer you got.
>Finally, your guard salutes two blocking a door. They salute back, and leave it unblocked.
>Something wasn’t right. There were so many guards around one door, all prisoners were gone..
>All of the guards snap to attention, and you encounter the boss a second time.
>He didn’t look the same. His eyes were bloodshot.  His suit had stains, and even a few tears in it.
>He was glaring at you.
>The guard let go of you, and you stand up, glaring back.
What do you want now? What could it possibly be?
>He puts your face inches from yours. And grins.
>“Nice to see you again Aanon. Just one last mission for you. Good luck.”
>He motions the guards to open the door.
>Cold air leaves the room, giving you the chills. It was pitch black in there.
>You are thrown in yet another room, and you get one last grin from him as the door locks shut.
>You couldn’t see the hand in front of your face. It was really cold and dark.
>What was it now? What did they need from you? And where was Pinkie?
>Suddenly, you feel cold steel dig into your shoulder.
>You yell out in pain, and collapse on your back.
>You land on something wet, the impact knocking out your breath.
>You weren’t alone in here, and someone was on top of you.
>The lights turn on, and you get a full view of-
Pinkie?!
>Pinkie looked.. the same except that she had.. blood on her.
>A lot of blood.
>Her eyes were wide, and her pupils were dim, but it was still her.
>Pinkie: HE  HE.. thought you could sneak up on Pinkie did you? Well then, you sure have a surpr-
Pinkie! It’s me! Aanon!
>Pinkie stops laughing for a minute, and looks into your eyes again.
>She stops smiling, a tear coming from her eye.
>Pinkie: A-Aanon?
>Her eyes go back to normal, and you are met with a giant hug.
>Pinkie: Aanon! It’s really *sniff* you?!
>You shoulder was screaming in pain. Her body was pushing it further into you.
Aaaugh! Pinkie, the knife!
>You get another kiss on the lips, and she sits up on you.
>Pinkie: O-oh.. sorry Aanon..
>She takes the knife in her hand, and in a fluid motion, slides it out of you.
>It had sunk about 2 or 3 inches in you. The blade was covered in your blood.
>She looks at it for a minute, and runs her tongue across the blade, licking up your precious blood.
>She giggles.
>Pinkie: Wow Aanon, you taste pretty good compared to the others.
>That act alone sent chills up your spine.
>What did they do to her?! Others?
>You finally take a look around the room.
>Blood stains lined all of the walls, the door, even the floor you were laying on.
>There were bodies, many bodies, stacked up against the back wall.
>Pinkie.. Something was off, more than usual, with Pinkie.
>Pinkie finished cleaning up the blade, and tossed it aside, still hugging you.
>Tears were staining your shirt now, and kisses were being planted all over your face.
>Between sobs, Pinkie spoke.
>Pinkie: I m-missed you Aano-n. I thought th-at they.. they kil-
>She continued to cry, her tears stinging your wound she had implanted.
>You hold Pinkie tight, your shoulder screaming at you, and you try to comfort her.
Pinkie.. What happened? How long was I gone?
>She kisses you again, and clears her throat.
>Pinkie: About a wee-k. At least when I woke u-up.
>Pinkie smiles at you, but you can’t smile back.
What.. What did they do to you?
>She shivers, The cold air sending chills down your spine.
>Pinkie: They.. There were a lot of machines they.. put on me. It hurt me.. But they didn’t care. No matter how much I screamed..
>She turned away from you.
>You look at your shirt, stained in tears and blood.
>How could they do this to her?
>You force yourself to sit up. Pinkie was on her knees over your waist, making you two in a very friendly position. Not that it mattered at this point, all your blood was leaking out your shoulder.
Pinkie.. my shoulder..
>She snaps out of it, and helps you dress it.
>You take off your shirt, and you take a good look at the wound.
>It was only a slit, about an inch or so wide. You wonder how the heck you would even begin.
>Pinkie: Oh! Just let me..
>She leans into you, and puts her lips over the cut. You had very little time to react. You feel her tongue swirl around every inch of your shoulder, the sugar in her saliva stinging your cut.
Pinkie, what are you-
>She finishes up, leaving your arm wet, and clean of blood.
Um.. thanks Pinkie.
>She shakes her head.
>Pinkie: No Aanon, look.
>You look at your shoulder again. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. Your cut had even closed a little.
But.. how?
>She shrugs her shoulders, still admiring your chest.
>Pinkie: I don’t know..
>Pinkie kept staring at your chest, so you take the time to put your shirt back on. She breaks out of her trance.
>You pull Pinkie in closer, and she sighs.
>The air felt a little bit warmer.
>Pinkie: What.. what are we going to do Aanon?
>You didn’t have a clue. There was only one way that you could leave this-
>Idea.
>You cover your smile. It was time to get out of here.
>You clutch your shoulder, and scream.
>Pinkie jumps away from you in shock.
>You keep screaming, and clutching your shoulder in an agonizing way.
>Pinkie: Aanon! What’s wrong!?
>You grimace, clutching your shoulder.
The cut.. It.. it’s burning me..
>You fake a couple of coughs, and gasp.
>What.. is in your.. saliva..?
>You cough again, Pinkie beginning to tear up.
>Pinkie: Nothing! I mean, It shouldn’t hurt.. you.. it..
>You force tears out of yourself, keeping in character.
Pinkie.. I’m getting cold..
>You breathe a little heavier, and try to relax a little.
>Pinkie was on the verge of tears now, and was grabbing your shirt.
>Pinkie: Aanon! Please, don’t go! I need you!
>It was hurting you to watch Pinkie like this, but you kept it up.
I’m.. sorry……
>You fake a last breath, holding in as much oxygen as you can, and collapse.
>Pinkie burst out in tears, clutching you as tightly as she could.
>You do everything you could to remain silent. It couldn’t be long now..
>Sure enough, guards come pouring in, trying to recover you.
>Pinkie grips your shirt tightly, and stands up.
“Please Pinkie. We just want to help-”
>You hear a sickening thud. You couldn’t feel Pinkie by your side anymore.
>You crack open your eyes a little. Pinkie wasn’t in sight, but you see three guards hit the floor, dead.
>Blood shot across your face. You don’t know what she was doing, but even more guards were piling in.
>You could count at least 14 guards in your vision dropping, when finally, you hear Pinkie screaming.
>You feel a guard grab your arms, and start to drag you out.
>You risk opening your eyes for a peek.
>What you saw horrified you. Pinkie was being shocked by some advanced taser a guard had on.
>There were only about 5 guards in the room now, and none were coming in. Countless bodies were on the ground.
>Did she really kill..
>Just as you were being dragged out the door, you twist over, and kick him in the knees. He yells, and falls down.
>The other guards see you, and two guards let go of Pinkie, passed out.
>One guard takes out a needle filled with orange-
>You dive to the side, and kick it out of his hands.
>He grasps his hand for a moment, and you grab the needle.
Stay back!
>You hold it menacingly. The remaining guards put their backs against the wall.
>You make your way over to Pinkie, and put her over your shoulders.
Give me a card! Now!
>One of the guards takes off his key card, and slides it over to you. You grab it, and put it over your neck.
“We need backup! Now!”
>One of the guards was on his radio. You drop the needle and run, the glass shattering on the ground.
>The guards start to chase you, and you slide out the door, shutting it  after you.
>You are in the endless hallways again, Pinkie over your shoulders.
>Every time you hear footsteps, you change direction, the hallways always leaving options open.
>You keep darting your best, the footsteps and yells getting fainter and fainter.
>You have been walking for a while now. Your shoulders were tired. Your legs were tired.
>You find what you were looking for.
>Storage.
>There were many storage rooms scattered throughout this place, but this one hadn’t been used in a while. You could tell.
>The rooms have gotten more and more dust the further you moved. The key card still worked though, and it beeps you in.
>You shut the door behind you, and collapse.
>You rest Pinkie on the ground, and begin to shake her.
Pinkie.. Pinkie please..
>She begins to murmur.
Pinkie!
>She shoots up, punching you in the chest.
>Right on your cut.
>It splits open again, and sends you in pain once again.
Ow!
>Pinkie: Aanon?!
>She tackles you, hugging you again.
>Pinkie: I-I thought..
>She opens her eyes in realization.
>You are caught with another knife in your arm.
Aaugh! Pinkie!
>Pinkie: Don’t you- Pinkie me! You had me think you were dead!
I had to Pinkie! Look around you!
>You do the same, and you take in your surroundings.
>This place hadn’t been touched in a while. The shelves were layered with dust.
>The white bags were yellowed and frayed.
>Pinkie: But.. How did..
More like what you did Pinkie. Now look, you said that you could do things with sugar, right?
>Pinkie: Yeah..
I need you to do that, right now.
>Pinkie widens her eyes.
>Pinkie: But.. I can’t..
Pinkie, please! Will it get us out of this?
>Pinkie: Yes..
Then you have to try.
>You knew they would be here soon. You knew they could mark when a door was activated. They would be on you in no time.
>You look at the rows upon rows of bags. Thankfully, they didn’t mark what they were in white too. It didn’t take you long to find a big bag of sugar. You take it down, it being an easy 50 pounds.
Hey Pinkie, do you have-
>Pinkie slashes open a bag,
Thanks..
>You show the bag to her.
Pinkie, please.
>Pinkie: But.. I’m scared Aanon.
>You give her a kiss on the lips.
We’ll be fine. I Pinkie Promise.
>She lights up at your words, and she dives into the sack
>In mere seconds, the bag is empty, and she doesn’t look any different at all.
How.. Nevermind.
>You start to hear footsteps. There wasn’t much time.
>Pinkie: You ready Aanon?
>You nod your head, determined.
Ready Pinkie?
 >Pinkie begins to shake violently, and you hold her tight.
>You both grip each other tightly, and share a kiss.
>The yellows and whites around you started melding together, Pinkie shaking more and more.
>You feel the ground begin to fade away, all of the colors turning brighter and brighter, until finally, everything was white.
>The voices faded away, and soon it was just you and Pinkie.
>Pinkie stopped violently shaking, and had a scared look in her eyes.
>The whiteness around you started gaining more and more color, and you start to make out some things.
>The last thing you see is Pinkie’s face as you lose consciousness on the grass.