PROMPT: A lonely party hat

>your head hurts
>there's something cold and hard that presses both your foots
>you're laying down to the hard floor
>this is not how your days usually start
>opening your eyes and watching around you can see you're in a sort of room but clearly not in your house
>the room is mostly dark and only a couple of fluorescent tubes are lighting your surrounding
>as you watch why your feet are so heavy you see that a big chain, with inches thick rings, is wrapped around your feet and legs and firmly secured on a radiator on the wall
>but the chain doesn't stops there, it goes up to your chest and end on a collar on your neck
>you're pretty sure that you deny that invitation at the bdsm party with mrs. shy
>your hands aren't free neither
>a metal handcuffs blocks your wrist and a bunch of scotch tape make you impossible to move your fingers
>the sound of a cannon makes the ceiling and your heart tremble
"where am I? why I'm here?"
>as time passes and your fears settle, you can study your surroundings
>the dim light of the two fluorescent tubes manages to light up the furnitures of the room
>a whole wall is dedicated only to card file cabinets
>at the end of the room there is a strange slide that goes up to the ceiling
>there are shelfs and shelfs of unpacked gifts, cakes and party supplies
>should you try to break free?
>this chain looks sturdy enough to keep quiet a buffalo or a yak
"eeeehy... it there anyone?! I'm locked here! someone helps me!"
>after 10 minutes of attempts you give up
>either no one ever walks near this house or this room is somehow soundproofed
>the lack of windows suggests you that this may be a basement
>the hunger reminds you of how much time you spent here
>you can remind of your dinner, and you're not usually much hungry in the morning
>it's probably near eleven
>after some time, quite difficult to define how much, the ceiling open itself right above the slide
>"uuuiiiiiii!"
>that laugh
>the pink pony jumps from the slide landing right next to you

>"hi nonny~"
>pinkie looks different from the usual
>her mane, usually big and fluffy, is extremely smooth, shiny and... and darker than the usual
>no, her whole coat is now several shades darker that the usual
"p-pinkie! where am I? why I'm here?"
>"you're in my secret party room nonny!"
>your best friend lays a tray with pastries, croissants and krapfens next to you
>"because I'm your friend, and I want to help you"
"h-h-help me? I'm chained pinkie! why I'm chained!"
>you shakes both your feet and your hands, making the metalic sound of the chain fill the room
>"trust me anon. it's for your own good" she says as the take a pastry with strawberries "are you hungry? you were a real challenge yesterday night. you humans are really tough"
>you try to bite her hoof but she manages to sneak the pastry inside your mouth
"mmhhff!"
>"don't worry anon. I'll make sure everything turns out better"
>this shit is really good, you were really hungry
"don't fuck with me! release me and I might not tell everyone that you just did after breaking a couple of hooves"
>"hahahaha don't be silly"
"why I'm here!"
>"I told you anon. to help you"
"help me with what? and how this thing could helps me?"
>"I know anon. all the night that you spent alone in your room, all the sorrow you had because of her, the sorrow and regrets you had. the pain she caused"
>fuck that shit!
"and you thought that the best thing you could do to help me through my break up was to kidnap me and chain me to a radiator?"
>she laugh as she just heard a joke
>"of course not. but if I don't take you from her and your friends you will never heal anon. I'm making this for you, for us, to be happy together"
"good start! a very good start you just made!"
>she doesn't get your sarcasm and hugs you
>"don't be so cranky. you will come around" she kisses your forehead "we just need a bit of time to properly help you and make her pay for what she has done to you"
"...what are you thinking of?"
>"a party, of course!"