Befriending Pinkamena: Part 4

>Pinkie had taken hours thinking before she finally went to sleep.
>You take advantage of this and move just one step closer to her. It was still outside your comfort zone to do it though.
>You meditate for the rest of the day, just waiting for Pinkie to wake up again.
>You hear a familiar slide, and see the tray again.
>Idea.
>You run over to the cart, and reach your food.
>You take a look at the pills again. You quickly take yours, feeling the pain being relieved again.
>You run over to where Pinkie threw her pill, and take it out of the bag.
>It looked the same as yours. You go over to your bag.
>You eat it quickly, not wanting to waste any time.
>You put the pill in the cookie, thanking that it was soft enough to push in. You make sure that it was not poking through anywhere, and put the cookie in her bag, along with the jelly sandwich. You ignore your stomach and weak body. The lack of a proper diet was starting to take an effect on you.
>You quickly run back to your wall, and just in time. Pinkie was yawning, and getting up.
>Pinkie once again looked at you, noticing that you had moved yet again. She shakes her head, and goes over to the dinner tray.
>She notices the pill again, and throws it again, disgusted.
>You started to sweat.
>She takes out your part of the sandwich, and once again licks the jelly off.
>She takes out your cookie.
>You were really scared at this point.
>She totally devours it.
>You're in the clear.
>Automatically, she looks at her stomach, feeling something strange.
>She shows a suspicious look on her face, and walks over to the bag she threw.
>Fuck.
>She sees it is empty, and glares at you.
Pinkie: You son of a-
>She runs over to you, obviously pissed. You might have went too far.
>You dodge her, and run over to the other corner. She follows, chasing you.
>Soon, You and her are just running in circles. You start to get tired, and fast.
Pinkie: WHY DID YOU DO THAT! YOU POISONED ME!!
I had to make sure your bladder didn't explode!
Pinkie: THAT WAS PROBABLY POISON!
I'm still alive, and I took it!
Pinkie: I DON'T CARE IF YOU DIE OR NOT!
Are you kidding me? Even *huff* after that heart to heart talk I gave you?
Pinkie: YOU POISONED ME!
It's not poison!
Pinkie: YES IT IS!
>You have an idea.
>You suddenly stop. Pinkie doesn't suspect it, and crashes into you.
Okay, I'm sorry for tricking you. But I did it with good intentions.
Pinkie: And what's that?!
>She was getting up, being  knocked on her back.
I couldn't have you die from something as nasty as that.
Pinkie: And what makes you think that those pills aren't poison?!
Because it wouldn't make any sense to give us poison! If they wanted to kill us, wouldn't they have already done it?
Pinkie: Well I..! Um..
>She gets up, and glares at you right in the eyes, her face inches from yours.
Pinkie: Don't. Ever. Do that. Again.
Will you please take your pills then?
>She scoffs. You know that she will, but you want to hear her say it.
Pinkie: Sure, why not? I'm going to die anyways.
>Good enough.
So, what do you want to do now?
Pinkie: What can we possibly do in this room!?
I have some ideas.
Pinkie: Oh, this'll be good.
Do you want to play rock paper sciccors while you slap each others hand? That one is always fun.
Pinkie: That sounds stupid.
You get to slap me.
Pinkie: Deal.
>You explain the rules, saying whoever wins the round slaps the other person's hand.
Pinkie: I have to hold your hand?!
Sorry, that's how you play.
>You grasp her hand, and put your other hand in a fist.
Ready?
Pinkie: Yes.
Rock, paper, scissors!
You both throw rock.
Rock, paper scissors!
Pinkie beats you with scissors.
>You grimace, not sure how far she is going to take the game.
>She slaps your hand, obviously giving it all she's got. You feel your hand twinge in pain.
Ow! Take it easy Pinkie.
>She grins, liking to hear your pain. It makes you uneasy, wondering if this was a good idea.
How about this Pinkie, Everytime you win, you slap me, but everytime I win..
>She raises an eyebrow.
You have to promise to give me the part of the lunch you don't eat.
>She scowls, and thinks it over.
Pinkie: Agreed.
Rock paper scissors!
>She wins again.
>Another slap, hurting significantly worse.
Rock paper scissors.
>Another tie.
You stop saying it and just go to the rhythm.
>You win.
That's one.
>She wins. Another painful slap.
>You win again.
That's two.
>Another win.
Three.
>Tie. You win. She wins. She wins.. etc.
>About 5 minutes have passed, and your hand can't take it anymore. It was totally red and swollen. You had lost feeling a minute or so ago. The shackles didn't help. At least you had 17 lunches.
Okay, this is the last one Pinkie.
Pinkie: What?! But this is fun!
>The look she gives sickens you.
However, If I win, you give me my keys.
Pinkie: And what do I get?!
Well, what do you want?
Pinkie: If I win, you have to.. let me punch you. Right in the face.
Deal.
>You could handle a punch, for sake of freeing your hands.
Rock. Paper. Scissors!
>She shoots out rock, and you shoot-
>Paper.
>Fuck yeah.
Alright a deals a deal, give me my keys please.
>She scowls at you, and reaches in her shirt.
What are you doing?
>She pulls out the key. It was in her bra. She was wearing a bra, and she pulled the key out of them.
Pinkie: Fine, take them!
>She throws the key at you. You pick them up. They were warm.
>Does she even know how awkward this is?
>You pocket the key. Pinkie raises an eyebrow.
Pinkie: Aren't you going to use them?
Don't you remember? I said I wouldn't unless you wanted me to.
>Pinkie looks shocked. Then she just stares at you.
Pinkie: What is wrong with you?!
What do you mean?
Pinkie: Why do you always do things like that?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Pinkie: You know exactly what I'm talking about?!
I'm sorry for whatever is upsetting you, but-
Pinkie: Sorry?! Now you're sorry too?!
Well, what do you want me to say?
Pinkie: Say something.. mean for once!
What? Why?
Pinkie: Because! It's.. um..
Why do you want me to be mean to you? It doesn't make any sense..
Pinkie: Because it's.. how everyone else has treated me here.
Look Pinkie, I already told you. I'm not like anybody here. I'm not trying to hurt you, and I'm never going to.
>You sit down, and Pinkie does the same.
Pinkie: Then why are you here?
That's a long story Pinkie, and I think that it's best I tell you when there isn't anyone watching us constantly. But what do they want with you?
Pinkie: Why should I tell you?
Because we're friends.
Pinkie: What does that have to do with it?
So you admit it?
Pinkie: What?
That we're friends now, right?
>Pinkie shoots you another glare.
Pinkie: No. We are not friends.
Do you at least not hate me?
>Pinkie purses her lips. You got her on that one.
Can I take my shackles off?
Pinkie: No.


>Once again, you were fighting Pinkie.
>She chases you down, knife in hand.
>Good thing you run faster scared then she does angry.
>Ohno. A dead end.
>You turn around, and make a fighting stance.
Okay Pinkie, let's go.
Pinkie: With pleasure.
>She had the creepiest grin of her face, running towards you. She takes a swipe for your neck, but you jump backwards just in time. She tries again, yielding the same result. You were running out of space.
>She goes for a stab in the gut, and you dodge to the left, at the same time grabbing her wrist.
Pinkie: Let go of me!
>You take the knife from her, and embed it deep in the wall. You then push her away from the wall.
>Your back starts to feel warm. You shake it off and guard the knife in the wall.
Is that all you've got Pinkie?
>She charges at you, as angry as you've ever seen her.
>You also charge, ignoring your back, which felt like it was on fire now. You get ready to block whatever she was going to-
>Whatthe?!
>Pinkie just wrapped her arms around you, giving you a big embrace.
Uhh, Pinkie? You ok?
Pinkie: I'msosorry..
>Your back was starting to kill you now, but you return the hug.
It's ok Pinkie..


>You snap awake. Your back was still warm, but not on fire. You look behind you.
>Pinkie had her arms wrapped around you, sound asleep.
>Did I not go back to the corner? How long was I out? Did she do this before she slept, or after?
>Either way, you knew that it was best to get out of it. She was going to somehow blame you for it.
>You try to move, with no avail. She didn't have you gripped tight, but it was still going to be hard to get out of this.
>You slip out of her embrace, sliding down her body. You feel her stir.
>Ohcrap.
>No time to get up. You roll over to the corner.
Pinkie: What are you doing?
>How much did she see?
Uhh.. This is how I wake my self up sometimes.
>You emphasize it by rolling more times.
Pinkie: That looks stupid.
>You say nothing, and get up.
>The tray decided it was a perfect time to slide out again.
Well would you look at that? Breakfast!
>You walk over, confident that Pinkie would keep her word.
>You take out both lunches, and of course giving her the sugar parts, and you take your pill and water. You kick the tray over to her.
>She stops it, and happily eats her food. She takes out the pill, and stares at it.
>You looks as she slowly puts it in her mouth, and swallows it, gagging.
>You knew that was dramatic. It didn't even have a taste.
>She goes back in her corner, sitting down. You easily swallow the pill, and go to the back of the room, right in the center. You were only about 15 feet from Pinkie at this point. You didn't want to push it though..
Pinkie: Does your hand still hurt?
>You knew that wasn't out of sincerity. She wanted to hear you say that it still hurt. You weren't going to give her that.
It feels amazing.
>Ok, that was a little much. Pinkie scowls at you.
Do you want to play another game?
Pinkie: Like what?
>You explain the rules of the game. You would each make a story, one sentence at a time, switching every time.
I'll go first: Once upon a time, there was a duck.
Pinkie: He had a knife.
A fake knife.
Pinkie: And stabbed all of his children with it while they screamed "Why Daddy? Why?"
And then they laughed, because it was just a game.
Pinkie: And then Duck did it for real.
And then Duck woke up, because it was only a dream.
Pinkie: Duck wasn't really a duck, He was a person, and his name was Aanon.
>You didn't like where this was going.
And Aanon didn't kill anything, because he doesn't do stuff like that.
Pinkie: Aanon was in a nice grassy field.
>Ohthankgod.
And Aanon was laying it the field.
Pinkie: And then a girl named Pinkie came over, with a knife.
>Uhoh.
And she dropped it.
Pinkie: But she picked it up, and stabbed Aanon.
She totally missed though, because she has no depth perception.
>You could feel Pinkie glaring at you.
Pinkie: But she tried again, and succeeded.
Too bad she only stabbed a tree.
>You could feel the anger in her voice.
Pinkie: But she tried again, and hit Aanon in the head this time!
Aanon was wearing a helmet, and took the knife out of it, and threw it as far as he could.
Pinkie: Pinkie punches Aanon in his stupid face.
And Aanon easily dodges the punch before Pinkie can even throw it.
Pinkie: Well Aanon drops dead!
And Aanon gets back up, and brushes himself off.
Pinkie: Pinkie rips Aanon's guts out, and bathes in his blood!
>You look up and see her smiling. It makes you want to throw up.
And Aanon just puts his guts and stuff back, and seals up the cut.
Pinkie: You can't do that!
I can't, but Aanon can.
Pinkie: You're so annoying!
Do you want to keep going?
Pinkie: No!