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- >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.
- >BombAssTea.png
- END
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