from rocket to insanity:
*“I SAID I DON’T WANT THEM! I know what you’re doing, it’s not going to work!” Pinkie-Pie frowned at the discarded cupcakes, but in typical Pinkie fashion she just shrugged and went about cleaning them out, humming to herself. “Maybe you don’t like avocado icing? That’s okay! I made plenty more so we can make some to your liking! Is that okay, Rainbow Dash?” She glanced back, the pegasus pony letting out panicked whimpering noises, eyes fixated on the pony before her, pupils nearly pinpricks as fear and adrenaline coursed through her veins. She was pinned between Pinkie and the wall behind her, chest heaving with heavy gasps, her sleep deprived, horror filled mind played the scene from her nightmares over and over again. Of the saw rending through flesh, cutting through bone. Run. “Get away…” Scalpel piercing her breast, dragging through her flesh down to her groin, flaying her open like some sick sort of pinata. Move. “…just get away, getawaygetaway…” She was hyperventilating by now, no longer seeing a long-time friend, but a horrific, sadistic butcher. DO SOMETHING. And then she saw it. That shining, sharp protector, just sitting there on the table next to her. The voice within her mind whispered to her like a seductive lover, sounding so wrong but so right at the same time.
Dash hesitated. Part of her wanted to scream. Another, to run. But yet another, considered the request. Kill her. Before she kills you. Her mind was a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts, the pegasus feeling sick to her stomach, weak in the knees, the beat of her own heart pounding within her head.
Take the knife.
She stared at it. Hoof slowly stretching out, trembling as part of her still warred, still tried to reason.
Take it. Take. The knife.
Tears streamed down her face, as her hoof hovered above the handle of the tool turned weapon, as if the last frayed strands of her sanity knew what was happening, knew that it was fighting a battle it was going to lose.
She snatched it up, holding it in front of her at Pinkie-Pie with shaky hooves, her ears splayed back against her head, hiccuping between sobs. “Just leave me alone…please, Pinkie-Pie…just *hic* leave me alone!” Pinkie-Pie looked at the knife being wielded by her friend for a moment, before giggling and bouncing over towards Dash, whose heart sank as the filly rapidly approached. “Oh Dash, you silly filly! You got me good with that one! Never one to turn down an opportunity to prank, hu-”
She didn’t think. Her body acting on its own. A gasp, Pinkie-Pie looking thunderstruck as Dash heaved, frozen in mid-strike, the silvery blade of the knife dripping with red ichor. Pinkie-pie brought a hoof up to her cheek, dabbing at the wide cut, looking at her own blood stained hoof. “D-dash…wh-…” “I told you *hic* to stay away…WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST STAY AWAY!?”
“N-no, she’s my f-friend…I c-can’t…I…I”
KILL her…and the hurting will stop.
“P-please…P-pinkie…run…just run…oh god, PLEASE don’t make me do this!”
KILL HER. KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILLHERKILLHERKILLHE-*
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