Needles Kane in Equestria 2

[PRESENT]
>WANTED Dead or Alive for the murder of our fair Princess Celestia.
>Large, bipedal ape wearing a clown's mask and fiery hair.
>Goes by the alias of Anonymous.
>Extremely dangerous.
>Alert any nearby law enforcement before approaching.
>REWARD of your choosing upon proof of capture or death.

>You never cease to smile when you pass that poster nailed to the wall outside your kitchen.
>It had only been a day since you freed the people of their tyrant overlord before you started seeing your face plastered all over every city in the kingdom.
>You must admit, they did a damn good job getting your features correct.
>They must have hired a professional to draw your profile.
>You feel a small sense of pride knowing they spent that little extra coin just for you.
>It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

>But enough about liberating the citizens.
>Your fridge is empty, and your stomach is roaring at you.
>You've been so distracted these last two days that you forgot to eat.
>How silly of you.
>Looks like it's time restock the fridge once more.
>You sheathe your knife and head for the door.
>You freeze when you're one step out.
>You walk back inside, grab your bolt cutters, rope, and a lighter.
>Not thinking you are missing something, you leave your home of a warehouse.
--
>The guards ouside heard Celestia's final shout and your maniacal laughter before they bucked down the large throne room door.
>Their faces were instantly stricken with fear and disgust upon seeing the corpse of their princess.
>Their faces reminded you of the princess, actually.
>As you drove your blade into her muzzle, you took a good long look into her big, beautiful, horrified eyes.
>Your reminiscing is interupted by the rapid clopping of the incoming guards on the stone floor.
>Their fear and disgust now a rage and hate-filled vengeance like no other.
>They found you laughing into your hand, your eyes covered.
>They thought they could get the drop on you.

>You stood and punted the first guard right in the chin.
>The second took out your other leg before you could recover from the kick.
>The first guard flipped back and across the room before hitting the ground, unconcious.
>You're pretty sure his jaw is busted in a few places as well.
>You landed on your face and immediately rolled on your back.
>You think you heard your mask crack.
"Mother fu-"
>You roll over again to avoid being curb stomped by the guard, whose hooves were on a collision course with your face.
>As soon as horseshoe met stone, he was already rearing back to stomp again.
>You quickly jab him in the snout, throwing his strike of target; but just barely.

>You take the opportunity to rise to your knees and lunge at him.
>You sit on his chest, effectively pinning him.
"I don't like to be touched!"
>You punch him several times in the snout and face, alternating hands.
>You lift his head once and bring your fist down into his face and slamming his head against the stone floor.
>Damn helmet.
>You slip it off his head and raise it up to beat him with it.

>You forgot about the other guard who was almost upon you now.
>You chuck the helmet at him, hitting his head and dazing him.
>He continues rushing you, but he's severely off balance.
>You grab hold of him just as another squad enters the throne room.
>You lift the panicking guard by the chestplate over your head and hurl him at the incoming reinforcements.
>They topple over like bowling pins.

>You take a quick look around, locating a balcony behind the throne.
>You take one step and freeze.
>You turn back around and bring your boot down on the bleeding and swollen face of the guard beneath you.
>You chuckle and run for the balcony.
>Ponies or not, you will NOT be captured again.
>You peek over the railing to find...
>Nothing.
>It's a straight drop off a cliff with a waterfall.
"Well, shit."
>You turn around and are immediately bucked by an earth pony guard.
>A pegasus guard takes the opportunity to of driving you over the railing as you are staggered.
>Unfortunately for him, you hold onto him as you fall over, taking him with you.
>The last thing his companions see is te two of you disappear into the fog.
>The last they hear is his blood curdling screams.
--
[PRESENT]
>You spin your knife as you walk, whistling a little tune.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5p96KUZsrY
>The sun hasn't quite set yet, but the streets were long dead by now.
>The ponies feared the night so much, they locked their doors long before dusk.
>They didn't come out until the sun was high in the sky either.
>They act like you were a vampire or something.
>You just choose to go out at night.
>You don't understand why they prefer the day anymore anyways.
>With the death of their beloved princess, the sun turned red; casting a sort of filter over the land.
>The moon at night had also grown in size and in itself seemed to suck the color from the world.
>Apparently, the incompetent younger sister of the bitch Celestia went insane and effectively swapped the sun and moon cycles; causing the moon to rise earlier and set much later than the sun.
>The scattered newpapers around the city that you've managed to piece together mentioned one "Nightmare Moon".
>You were plenty pissed when they gave her the over page over your scenes of gore.
>That was just fucking insulting, and someone had to pay for that.

>As you walk, you pick up the various pieces of this week's newpaper blowing in the wind.
>What you see makes you want to slaughter the children of every orphanage in the fucking kingdom.
>That pink pony from Ponyville had been gaining much notoriety in her recent slayings.
>She was turning her victims into cupcakes.
>Fucking cupcakes?
>Seriously?!
>The damned ponies wouldn't know a skillful slaying if it happened to their damned prin-
>Oh yeah.
>It seems they prefer creativity over craftsmanship.
>How are you supposed to build a reputation when these other ponies are stealing your spotlight?
>You tear the newpaper to shreds and throw it over your shoulder.
>You should have killed that pony when you had the chance...
--
[PAST]
>The pegasus guard spread his wings and squirmed to get away as you fell.
>You kept a firm hold of his chestplate as you both traded blows.
>At one point, he almost kicked your mask off.
>You set it back in place and promptly skull bashed him.
>Nearing the water, he flapped his wings to roll you beneath him.
>You strength far outmatching his, you twisted him as well to offset his flapping.
>You managed to get over him mere seconds before you hit the water below.
>Your weight coupled with the force of your free fall crushed him instantly.
>Regardless of your small cushion, you were not spared any agony.

>The hit should have knocked you out, but you were still concious.
>The force of the current slammed you into large boulders beneath the surface.
>Your head was still aflame, regardless of being underwater.
>Fuck this curse, man.
>Water filled your lungs as you struggled to stay afloat.
>You never did learn how to swim, which you fully regret right about now.
>The rapids suddenly drop into another short waterfall.
>You fall forward and into the water once more.
>The current pulls you under again.
>One final slam into a rock finally knocks you out.
--
[PRESENT]
>You make your way out of the city and into the countryside.
>There is a farm not too far away that raises cattle, sheep, pigs, and various other delicious livestock.
>The only problem is that it's at least half a day's walk from your home.
>But if it means sustenance, you're all for it.
>You could eat the ponies you kill, but you're better than that.
>You're a serial killer, not a monster.
>And you don't take your work home with you.
>That's rule number 1.

>Your long trek comes to an end when you see the large red barn in the distance.
>After discovering their livestock disappearing on them, the owners have been putting a large fence around their fields lined with barbed wire.
>Nothing your trusty bolt cutters can't handle.
>They constantly replace and change the locks.
>They have even began enchanting them to protect against whatever magic is being used to cut them.
>What they don't realize is that it's not magic you're using.
>You snip the lock and kick the gate open.

>First thing you do is locate the cattle.
>A full grown cow is much too heavy to just carry back home by yourself.
>You walk to the nearest one and tie a rope around it's neck without protest.
>You lead it outside and around the barn to the chicken coop.
>Seeing as it's still dark, all the chickens are asleep in the coop.
>You tear off one of the poorly constructed walls to get at the chickens inside.
>As usual, they panic and being running around aimlessly; flapping their wings and being all around annoying.
>You draw your knife and slash at a few of them, taking their heads or just cutting their throats.
>The ones that lost their heads continued to run around.
>A quick boot stomp and they were motionless.

>The cow beyond the chicken wire was asleep while waiting for you, so you didn't have to worry about it seeing you slaughter the chickens.
>You use the rest if the rope to tie their legs together and sling them over your shoulder, 4 chickens in all.
>You grab the rope hanging from the cow and let out a sharp whistle.
>The cow doesn't need to look up to knwo what you want.
>Practically sleepwalking, it follows the tugging of the rope.
>You don't bother closing the gate and make your way into the woods.

>You tie the cow a short walk away from where you plan to make camp.
>Unslinging the chickens, you throw them down beside your firepit.
>Now you just need some tinder...
>A timberwolf bolts from the bushes at you.
>Ah, that'll work.
>You catch it by the throat and choke slam it into the firepit.
>A knife in the eye, a lighter to the body, and a chicken on a spit roast makes you a happy camper.
>You can only afford to stay here for no longer than to sleep.
>From there, you would usually lead whatever large animal you had with you back home to be slaughtered.
>But not tonight.
>There's a certain party pony you need to speak to in Ponyville.
--
[PAST]
>"HEEYAH!"
>You feel a great blow to your stomach.
>You lurch and cough up the water that had settled in your lungs.
>You roll over and get on all fours.
"GAH! *cough* What the fuck!"
>"Hey! You're awake!"
>You reach for your knife, only to find it missing.
>You look around quickly and find it a few feet from you.
>You quickly crawl over and grab it.
>You stand and face your assaulter, knife readied.
>In front of you floats a cyan pegasus with a large smile on her face.
--
>You invert your grip on the knife and press the flat face into your inner forearm.
>The cyan pegasus' happy face turns into one of sheer panic.
>"Dude! You're on fire!"
>She bolts off into the sky.
>You tried to keep eyes on her, but the sun made it impossible.
>The sun is suddenly blotted out and you are hit with what you assume to be a really large water balloon.
>Being hit by a wall of water like that kind of hurts.
>You didn't think you could get any wetter.
>You swear you can feel the water running off of your bones.

>You roared and took a slash at her.
>You hit nothing but air as she had already gone.
>You sheathe your knife and look to the sky once more.
>You shield your eyes from the sun.
>As you do, you see her once more.
>You also spot the large cloud she's pushing.
>You futily extend a hand to stop it.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!"
>SPLASH!
>You stand there frozen, your arm still extended.
>GOD.
>FUCKING.
>DAMN IT!
--
>"It's not working!" shouts the pegasus.
>Before she can fly away again, you clench your fist around her hind leg.
>Your other hand shakes violently as it grips the handle of your knife, resisting the urge to gouge her.
>She struggles against your death grip.
"That won't be necessary," you growl through gritted teeth.
>The pegasus stops her struggles and settles to the ground.
>So much water...
>If you had a soul, you were certain that it would be absolutely drenched as well.
>The pegasus eyes you worrily.

>"Are you s-"
"Yes."
>"That looks pai-"
"It is."
>"Well why don't you-"
"I can't."
>"Well, maybe Twilight-"
"No."
>"Or maybe the princess-"
"No."
>"Would you just let me fin-"
"No."
--
>The pegasus scowled at you.
>An awkward silence ensued.
>The pegasus slowly began to rock back and forth on her hooves and whistling as you stood there staring at her.
>"So..." she started.
"What."
>"I have a ques-"
"No."
>"No?"
"No."
>"Well too bad. I just saved your life. You owe me."
>You chuckle at her her audacity.
"It's funny because you think life is worth something."
>"Isn't it?"
"Only in the minds of the weak and the desperate."
>"Well, regardless of what you think, I have questions."
"You said A question."
>"Things change."
>Yes they do.
"Will you leave me alone then?"
>"We'll see."
"Very well then."
--
"But first, I have a question for you."
>"Okay then."
"Where's the nearest town?"
>"That would be Ponyville."
>She pointed towards the town.
>"It's that way. Not too far from here."
>You begin walking in the direction she pointed.
>You're in Ponyville again?
>Son of a bitch...
>Hopefully it won't take as long as it did before to get the hell out.

>"So what's your name?"
>The pesus was hovering next to you.
>Oh yeah,you forgot she was still breathing.
"Anonymous."
>"What are you?"
"Human."
>"Hyoo-men...? Oh yeah! Pinkie was talking about you! So you're the Anonymous that Twilight found! Well that answers a few other questions."
"Great."
>"Why were you in the river?"
"I fell."
>"You should learn to swim."
>Fuck you.
>"So when do you plan on going to the party?"
"What party?"
>"Pinkie's party. For you."
"I don't."
>"Pfft ahahaha! You act like there's a choice in the matter."
"There is. And I say no."
>"She'll find you, you know."
"Can't wait."
--
>"My name's Rainbow Dash, by the way."
>Don't care.
>"You know, you're mane reminds me of one of my idols."
>Don't care.
>"Her name's Spitfire. She's the leader of the Wonderbolts!"
>Don't care. Don't care. Don't care.
>"They're the best flight crew in Equestria! And I'm going to join them!"
>Jesus fucking Christ...
>You. Don't. Care!
"I thought you said you would leave me alone?"
>"I said 'we'll see'."
>God damn it.
>Maybe you can shut her up, or make her go away.
"So how about that party?"
--
>You want to kill everyone here...
>That fucking rainbow pegasus was introducing you to everyone in town alongside her pink psychotic friend.
>Their uptight rich friend was revolted and couldn't stop insulting your fashion sense.
>Their hick friend was welcoming, but off-put by your style.
>There was a yellow pegasus who froze up the second she saw you.
>You like this one.
>She doesn't waste time with chatter.
>In fact, she fled the area the moment you said 'Hi'.
>You will make sure her death is...
>Fuck it, she deserves nothing special.
>Rainbow Dash elbows your shoulder.
>"Psst. I think she likes you," she whispered with a giggle.
"You don't say?"
>They tried to find Twilight, but she wouldn't be coming anytime soon.
>You told them she stayed in Canterlot.
--
>The guests were ecstatic about a clown being at the party.
>Boy, were they sorely mistaken.
>Pinkie had left you sitting in a chair with a stupid pointy party hat on your head.
>You smashed the first 30, but gave up, crossed your arms, and just waited for the cold but searing flames to combust it.
>It never happened.
>But something caught your eye just now.
>It was the pink pony.
>She had hauled in a large cake from the kitchen.
>But it wasn't the cake that caught your eye.
>Pinkie held up a cake knife near her face and cheered your name.
>Again, it's not what caught your attention.
>What did was her reflection.
>For the fraction of a second, you saw Pinkie's reflection in the blade.
>But it wasn't Pinkie.
>Her reflection had long, straight hair covering one eye.
>Her exposed eye had the most sinister essence in it.
>Her smile, equally sinister.
>Your own muffled laughs had caught Pinkie's attention.
>She bounded over immediately, glad to finally see you starting to open up.
--
>Although impossible to see behind your mask, she knew you were smiling.
>The smile you did have disappeared the second she got in your face.
>Your mask gave off it's usual joyful facade.
>"So Anon, why don't you come dance with us?"
"No."
>"It'll be fun~!"
"No."
>"Would you like some cake?"
>God no.
>Who knows what filth lies beneath that tower of baked goods and vanilla frosting?
"No."
>She sat on her haunches in front of you.
>Her smile and determination never left her.
>She had an idea and zipped away.
>Before you could blink, she had returned with a cup of punch for you.
>When she offered it to you, you slapped it out of her hands.
>The contents drenched the white bitch of a unicorn who started screaming and bolted out of the bakery screaming something about staining her coat.
>Pinkie thought it was an accident and went to get you another.
>Again you slapped it away.
>About a dozen more times of this before she decided to just set it down next to you so you can drink it later.
--
>She sits before you, watching you with happy eyes and a smile.
>You just stare into those cerulean eyes of hers.
>You can see right through her.
>That inner darkness you caught a glimpse of before was buried deep within.
"I know," you told her.
>"Know what? My birthday? Everypony knows my birthday, silly filly! And I know everypo-"
"I know who you are. WHAT you are."
>"Pfft. Well duh," she laughed.
"I can see your true colors."
>"Pink!" she stated proudly. "The color of happiness!"
>You are not detered.
"You and I both know that's not true. Pink is but a light shade of red. A beautiful color, if I may say so myself. You, however, are darker than that. To put it in a color for you? Crimson."
>Pinkie shifted on her hooves nervously.
>She can see your sense your smile beneath your mask.
>She looked around at her friends and guests.
>The music was too loud and they were all too busy socializing to hear your exchange.
--
>"W-what are you talking about?"
>The joy in her voice is quickly deterriorating.
"I see the real you."
>She gulped.
"We are the same, you and I. Inside you are ugly, just like me."
>"T-that's not me," she stated. "I like to party and have fun."
"You cannot hide what's on the inside."
>You grab the cup of punch and tilt your head back to drink.
>It was disgusting.
>You throw the plastic cup to the ground and step on it.
"Nothing exists but empty space. Space that must be filled."
>You stand.
"And you are just a thought. The real you is in there. And you can't supress it for much longer."
>You walk past Pinkie, who sat there, staring at the wall space behind where you were sitting.
>You leave Sugarcube Corner without another word and without being followed.
>You leave Ponyville altogether.
>You saw a city in the distance.
>Perhaps it's time to get back into the game.
--
[PRESENT]
>Morning had come and gone.
>The day and night cycles should mean nothing at this point.
>The full moon illuminates all but the shadows.
>The sun is brighter, but out so little now that it's not worth killing your night vision just to be out.
>The ponies are right to fear the night.
>Now that there was effectively a 16-hour night, the predators had free reign of the land.
>No longer confined to the borders of the Everfree Forest, they roam the countryside, searching for livestock and equines alike.
>You feared nothing, however.
>Only the truly stupid would even think about attacking you.
>The only thing that concerned you was that your acquired livestock remained unharmed.
>You would rather not haul several hundred pounds of dead weight back home.

>The moon is cresting the mountains in the distance.
>You step away from the glowing coals that was your fire and towards the cow.
>She had woken up during the day, as evidenced by the various hoof prints and eaten grass around her area.
>You sling the rest of the chickens over her back and tie them down.
>You grab the rope and slap the cow, rousing her from her slumber.
>Confused and disorientated, she doesn't hesitate to follow you.
>The roars of manticores and the howling of timberwolves do nothing to spook you.
>The heffer, however, is darting her eyes back and forth, searching for any threats.
>Each time she stopped, you yanked on the rope, forcing her to keep moving.
--
>The journey back to Ponyville lasted all night.
>You had eaten twice and let the cow out to graze while you did.
>At one point, the cow refused to leave the light of the fire.
>The glowing eyes of a timberwolf pack surrounded the two of you.
>You payed them no mind, finished your meal, and began your trek once more.
>The dim lights emenating from Ponyville came into view not long after.
>You bypassed many homes that had fallen into disrepair.
>The windows were boarded up, the doors falling off the hinges.
>The shingles were coming apart and the gutters hung loose from the roofs.
>The town was dead.
>Trash blew with the cool breeze like tumbleweeds.
>The market stalls were long abandoned and broken.
>The town hall had banners and balloons of a recent celebration.
>'Congratulations, Applejack' they said.

>You lead the cow through the ghost town that is Ponyville.
>You stop before a large building, the exterior appearing to be made of candy and various desserts.
>The cow is tied to the post of a flickering street light.
>You move up to the bakery and press your back against the wall.
>You peer through the window into the dark, empty space.
>This is why you were here.
>You need a high-profile kill to get your name back into the minds of the citizens.
>The fear they have of you is great, but the mention of your name does not strike terror in their hearts like it should.
>This must be rectified.
>The pink pony must die.
>You draw your knife and slowly push open the front door.
--
>The dim street lamp outside did nothing to illuminate the room.
>The moonlight filtered through the open door, but even that didn't help visibility much.
>The shop was no different from the rest of the town.
>Dead.
>The tables were broken and turned over.
>The chairs were in equal disarray.
>Cobwebs held the old furniture to the floor and hung themselves in the corners of the room.
>The food displays were empty.
>You slowly crept through the room, hugging the wall.
>The old floor boards did nothing to help your stealth.
>Each one creaked louder than the last.
>You made it to the other side of the room and pushed open the double swinging doors to the kitchen.
>The kitchen was still well-kept.
>Hell, it had even been used recently.
>This was a good sign, as the hyperactive horror that was Pinkie Pie was still around.
>You quickly determine she is not in here and leave the room.
--
>The staircase upstairs was located back in the storefront.
>You invert your grip on the knife as you stalk your way upstairs, your back pressed against the wall.
>Moving ever-so-slowly to make as little noise as possible, you reach the top and poke your head out.
>You look left.
>Nothing.
>You look right.
>No movement.
>You take one step and feel your foot sink suddenly.
>You lean back in time for an acid-filled doughnut to fly past and hit the wall next to you.
>Looks like avoiding the dining area was a smart move.
>God know what other tricks this pony has up her sleeve in this house of horrors.

>You search every room, knife at the ready.
>The master bedroom had blood-splattered linen on the bed.
>The walls and ceiling had smeared hoof prints on them.
>There was also a skeleton in the closet.
>The irony didn't phase you one bit as you exit the room.
>The foal's room was also empty.
>There were two pony plushes in the cribs.
>The seams were torn.
>Cotton was spilling out.
>Limbs were missing.
>One was missing head.
>You quickly located it as nailed to the wall across the room.
>A mobile hung in the center of the room, untouched.
>There was no wind, but it slowly rotated.
>It played music slowly and quietly.
>You leave the room and stare down the hallway.
>Save for the bathroom, there was only one room left.
--
>The hallway seemed to stretch much farther than it was.
>A single boarded up window at the end of the hallway allowed small columns of moonlight to filter in.
>You move forward, slowly.
>Your movements mean nothing with the curse atop your head.
>The flames flicker and trail your movements slightly.
>The glow they give off is slight, but totally give you away.
>She will hear you long before she sees you, so the light is the least of your worries.
>You are about 5 feet from the door when something catches your eye.
>A line of flickering light is glowing from the crack beneath the door.
>You have her now.
>You position yourself in front of the door.
>You bring you knee up and kick with all your strength.
>The door flies open and slams into the wall, hanging by a single hinge.
>To your disappointment, the room is empty.
>But what you find is interesting in itself.
>The light is coming from a single lit candle on a tall candlestick.
>The bedroom is clean and in repair, just like the kitchen.
>The only other oddity that stands out is the taxidermied corpse that is Rainbow Dash standing in the corner.
>You had to supress a deep laugh due to your particular situation.
>This one had some serious creativity.
>Now you know why the media loves her so.
>And now it's all the more reason to elminate her.
--
>The room being cleared destroys all hope of finding her here.
>You will not give up so easily.
>You sheathe your knife and make your way downstairs.
>You stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking around the shop for any sort of clues.
>Anything at all.
>Then it hits you.
>You move back into the kitchen and look around.
>You move across the room and open one door in particular.
>Behind said door is a set of stairs, descending into the abyss.
>Redrawing your knife, you descend into the darkness.
>One step at a time, keeping one hand on the wall, the other on the railing.
>A single step shatters under your weight.
>You manage to catch yourself before you impale your feet on pungi stakes made of sharpened candy canes.
"Clever."
>You sweep you foot through the pit, shattering the candy canes.
>You keep moving down the stairs.
>Your hair gives off a little bit of light, but the amount of shadows down here makes it all for naught.
>You touch concrete, signaling that you have entered the basement proper.
--
>You take small steps forward and feel your way around with your free hand.
>A tickling sensation runs across your face and you swat the air, catching a pull string.
>Giving it a tug, a single lightbulb shines and lights up the room.
>There were stacks of flour sacks, various kitchen appliances, cutlery, and everything else used in a bakery.
>Still no sign of that damned pony.
>You move around the various appliances and peek into the shadows, searching for anything you can use to discover her whereabouts.
>You move to the center of the room and stand beneath the lightbulb to avoid your vision being blocked by the light source.
>You slowly rotate, scanning the walls up and down for anything suspicious.
>Bingo.
>Behind the batter mixer,  the mortar in the wall was missing in between some of the bricks.
>You closed one eye and followed the line.
>It formed a tall rectangular shape, meeting back on the floor.
>There's not a doubt in your mind that's not a door of some kind.
>But opening it is another problem in itself.
>You scour the basement to look for a button, lever, or some kind of switch to open the door.
--
>The lightbulb begins to flash, creating a strobe effect.
>You spin around and raise your blade, ready to strike.
>The light flickers out, leaving you in the pitch black with only the glow of your fire giving you away.
>You can't see shit.
>You take a few steps towards the lightbulb's last known location.
>You strike your shin on a wooden crate.
"GAH!! Ass packing fucking bakery!"
>You kick the crate across the room in a fit of rage.
>It shatters against the wall, but something else happens as well.
>The click of a pressure plate is heard along with the crash.
>The cobblestone door begins to shift to one side, flooding the basement with a dim light.
>With nowhere else to go, you cautiously stalk your way through the small hallway and into a sort of torture chamber.
>Various grotesque decorations were hung on the walls.
>These include stuffed heads of various creatures, some pegasus wings, and "LIFE IS A PARTY" was scrawled in runny letters of blood.
>More candles light the room.
>Once again, she is not in here.
>You are about to start trashing the place until you hear the faintest whimper.
>You spin towards the entrance and wait.
>But nothing comes.
>You hear more whimpering.
>You follow the sound to a deep pit in the center of the chamber.
>Leaning over the edge, you are surprised to see what's down there.
>A very skinny unicorn is huddled in a corner, away from her own filth.
>Three gems adorn her flank.
--
>The metallic noise of you sheathing your knife catches her attention.
>She looks up quickly.
>When she doesn't immediately see Pinkie, she instinctively smiles.
>When she stares at you for more than a second, her hopes of rescue are immediately dashed.
>Her eyes widen in fear and she lets out an ear-shattering screech.
>You cover both ears to drown out her screams.
>It's not working.
"Shut the fuck up!" you roar.
>She does, but resumes her pathetic whimpering.
"Where is Pinkie," you demand.
>She doesn't answer.
>You crouch down closer to the edge of the pit.
"Where is Pinkie," you restate.
>"I-I-I don't know," she stammers.
>You shake your head and stand.
>You were wasting time here.
>"Please don't leave me!" she calls after you.
>You look back down at her.
"And why wouldn't I want to do that?"
>"Because it's rude!" she shouts. "How can you just leave a lady like this?"
"Watch me."
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>You take a step.
>"Wait!"
"WHAT!"
>"She plans on making me thin so my coat comes off easier. She wants to make a dress out of me!"
"And why does this concern me?"
>"You have to get me out of here!"
>"Oh, I wouldn't worry about her, Anonymous."
>You snap your attention from the pathetic unicorn in the pit to Pin-
>So that's the real Pinkie...
>Just as you thought, she has long, straight hair and wicked eyes.
"You..."
>"Surprise..."
>She almost sings it.
>Her mouth slowly forms into a wicked smile.
>"It's not very nice for you to go around trashing other ponies homes, you know."
>You draw your knife but keep your arm hanging by your side.
"It's not nice to be stealing my notoriety either."
>"Is that why you're here? I thought we could have a party or something. Rarity can be our special guest."
>"I will not partake in any of your horrid parties, Pinkamena Diane Pie!" Rarity shouted from the well.
>Pinkie didn't care for that too much.
>She leaned over the pit and shouted into the hole.
>"You won't be saying that when your coat is on display on one of your ponyquinns!"
>Rarity was silenced immediately.
--
"Enough."
>You take a step forward to emphasize your presence.
"You."
>You point your knife at Pinkamena.
"I will have mine."
>"Would you rather have some cupcakes? I make them special."
>Pinkamena smiled and braced herself.
"I would rather see your head on a pike."
>"Why are you being so unfriendly Anon? I just want to-"
>Pinkie throws a cupcake at you.
>You raise your arms above your face.
>The cupcake hits your shield and dissipates into dust.
>Through fits of coughing and burning eyes, you spot her running out the door.
>You follow with haste.
>"Don't leave me!" you hear Rarity call.

>You race through the dark and up the basement stairs, almost tripping into the spike pit again.
>Lightning flashes and illuminates the kitchen for a brief second.
>You spot the double doors swinging open and close.
>You run and kick the doors open as you fly through them.
>Pinkamena is casually walking away from you.
>She looks back and smiles.
>Lightning once again reveals her sadistic grin.
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>The two of you being to circle around the room.
>You adjust the grip on your knife for something more firm.
>Pinkamena produces a rather large cake knife as well.
>You spin your knife in the palm of our hand.
>You catch it and raise it to your nose.
>You run the blade under your nostrils, inhaling the iron scent of the crimson-stained tool.
>Pinkamena holds her cake knife up to her face.
>She seductively runs her tongue up the length of the blade, savoring the taste of her victims.
>You stop and stare at each other for several tense seconds.

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>At the flash of lightning, you lunge at her and swing the blade wide.
>She ducks under it and you come back in with another wide swing.
>She hops back and takes the opening to run in at you.
>You bring a knee up and hit her in the face.
>She is knocked to the side and dazed, but only for a second.
>She runs a circle around you, and you follow with your knife at the ready.
>When she runs in at you again, it's in a zig-zag motion.
>You go to kick her again, but she dodges.
>She lunges forward, the cake knife cutting into your side.
>The crack of thunder drowns out your roar of pain.
>You bring your knife down as shes flying by, slicing into her flank.
>She lets out a cry and jumps away.
--
>The two of you raise your respective blades, revealing the blood you have drawn from each other.
>Pinkamena changes her tactics and starts bouncing off of the furniture.
>Another bright flash and she is in your face.
>She jumps off of your head to safety before you can grab her.
>She comes in once more and headbutts you in the stomach.
>Not only that, but she buries the cake knife up to the hilt into your gut.
>When she makes contact, you grab her and refuse to let go.
>You fly back and through a dusty table.
>She wrestles with you, trying desperately to get free.
>You flip her over and pin her shoulders to the floor.
>You dropped your knife when she hit you, so you will just have to make due.
>You rip the cake knife from your body and bring it down with all of your might.
>She manages to free both of her forelegs and stop you from driving the blade into her eye.
>She fights back desperately, but you are overpowering her.
>The knife was inching towards her throat.
>Pinkamena gasped as it pressed against her throat and broke the skin.
>Blood streamed from the wound and to the floor.
>Her eyes were wide with the realization that she may not survive this night.
>Lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
>You were going to enjoy this...
--
>Without warning, the whole front of the shop lit up and exploded.
>The force of the blast knocked you off of Pinkamena, and slid her across the floor.
>You stood at the ready, Pinkamena had also taken up your knife in her mouth.
>"This is the Canterlot Royal Guard!" shouted a pony in a unicorn in a chariot.
>"You are both wanted for multiple counts of murder, conspiracy, assasination, and corruption. We have you surrounded! Drop your weapons or we will fire upon you!"
>You looked around at the army of soldiers before you.
>Several chariots hovered in the sky above them, each with 2 unicorns, each charging spells.
>Pinkamena gritted her teeth at the offending detatchment of soldiers.
>"Time's up!"
>You bellow an uproarous laugh as the unicorns release a volley of magic bolts upon you and Pinkamena.