I wrote a creepypasta about MLP:FiM I hope it scars you for life. :)
Pinkie pie was hopping down the road to fluttershy's house, super excited.
"I can't believe fluttershy threw me a party! This will be SOOOOO GREAAAT!" She sped up to a fast trot.
Fluttershy welcomed Pinkie pie with her usual shy welcoming, and tells her to come in. She looked wierdly excited, seeing as she hated public events, and she was hosting one, for once! As pinkie pie walked in, she noticed something was amiss. She had some power tools out, and there was no other pony in sight! Fluttershy quickly locked the door, and slipped the key into her pocket.
"Now" Fluttershy muttered, bearing a twisted smile "Let's have some fun"
"Haha" pinkie pie spat out a faux laugh, stuttering "I l-like jokes... You totally got me there..." Pinkie pie's eyes darted around the room, looking at all the power tools. Here eyes fixed on a mechanical ha ck saw, and a shiver went down her spine.
"It's not a joke, silly!" Fluttershy giggled."I need you for... My reasons."
Pinkie pie's eyes, still fixed on the saw, didn't see anything coming. She heard a CRACK on the back of her head, and as the force pushed her down, she saw the upside down figure of fluttershy holding a aluminum baseball bat. Her pupils dilated as she muttered "H-How could you?" as the world faded to black.
She woke up in the basement, in the pitch black. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed the twisted face of fluttershy peering at her in the dark. "We're going to have LOTS of fun" And she smirked in a menacing way. Pinkie pie could barely hold off the tears. "Wh-Why are you doing this to me?" in her cracking voice. She couldn't hold it anymore, she cried, blinking away her tears. "What did I do wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing, you are just going to be the first - and hopefully not the last- in a line of FUN." Fluttershy giggled in excitement "Think about this. You should be proud. You will decide what happens to many others. You're the first." Pinkie pie screamed, in a rage " You'll get caught! I know you will! They'll notice I'm missing!" Fluttershy, winking, laughed. "Oh, I have that all taked care of. You know that party you went to last week?" Pinkie nodded. "I told all the guests that it was your going-away party. I also told them not to mention it to you because you were "moving away" and you were "sensitive" about it" Fluttershy couldn't resist laughing again at her ingenious plan. "Everyone won't suspect it. They'll think you moved." "Now... What to do... What to do?" "Should I give you some pain, or just kill you, right here, right now?" Pinkie pie's eyes opened wide "Please don't! PLEASE!" as she realised what was happening to her. She tried to move her hooves, but found only she was bound by metal cuffs. Her struggling was futile, she was held at all the major muscle points of her body.
Fluttershy held idle for a moment. "I know what I'll do!" She took out an x-acto knife out of a dark corner of a room. She also flipped on the lights, and pinkie pie, even though she was held, began struggling due to the sheer amount of torture devices held in that small room. "I think I'll have a bit more.... Quality time with you." And she slowly dug the x-acto knife into pinkie's torso. Pinkie's eye's were bloodshot, and the world was blackening around her. "Wow, I'd think you'd last a bit longer! Her face was turning pale from the blood loss already. Fluttershy took out a syringe, and she knew it was a painkiller and a stimulant. She poked the needle deep into her hide, and slowly injected the pale fluid. She very quickly perked up, her senses coming back to her. Another rush of pain. She looked to the source, and saw fluttershy back at the xactoknife, carving a heart shape into her torso. "Don't worry, you won't die yet!" "I avoided all your arteries, and also it isn't THAT deep!" Pinkie pie was crying at that moment, and was hoping for death to come and grasp her, quick and painlessly. It was now obvious that that wouldn't happen. Her tears slowly dripped onto her wound, causing her muscles to spasm briefly. "And just to make SURE that you don't die on me, I'll cautorize it for you!" She giggled. She turned around briefly to grab a clothes iron, and walked casually over to the plug in the wall to power it. She pulled it over to the table pinkie was clamped onto, but the cord yanked it out of her hand. "Darn. Well, no worries!" She smiled. She went upstairs and a minute later emerged with a lighter. Pinkie's eyes opened up wide at the pain that was to come. The table was covered in blood, and the wound was enflamed. There was no more sign of pinkie's carefree, fun loving nature. "P-please d-don't!" Pinkie stuttered as she was shivering from the fright. Fluttershy just grinned and kept on. Cl-click! The iron in the lighter brushed against the flint, and created a fire. She began to reach down to pinkie's wound, but quickly found it wouldn't work. The flame just pointed up. Fluttershy scowled in frustration. "No more mister nice shy." she muttered to herself, as she went into a closet and emerged with a blowtorch. "Why didn't I think of THIS first?" Pinkie closed her eyes,
but the tears kept flowing. Flutter bent over, and pain seered through her whole body. She brushed it over, in the same heart shape as before, her muscles flexing feebly as she was tortured slowly. "There we go- hehe" fluttershy murmured. The burning sensation in her skin did not stop. Her eyes opened wide, she struggled, and cried and cried in the palely lit room in the shadow of fluttershy. "Oh, don't cry. That'll just waste the precious water you have left to regenerate your blood lost." Pinkie pie, like there was a thing in her throat, stopped crying then and there, and the situation just got a little bit more dire. "So, do you think you had enough?" Pinkie looked urgently at her, and screamed "YES! YES! PLEASE LET ME GO!" Fluttershy looked at her sarcastially and said "Pinkie, you know I can't do that. You'll go out, tell everyone." That thought hit Pinkie like a stone. She thought she was going to get out of here, going to wake up warm and cozy in her bed. But she knew she was going to die in here. At this epiphany, a pain-fuelled rage went into her. "I HATE YOU FLUTTERSHY! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!" Fluttershy calmly replied to her destressed call "Oh, I'm sure you do, but no hard feelings, OK?" and she put on her best smile. Pinkie was struggling at the cuffs, trying to break out of them, to get at Fluttershy. Pinkie was going off the deep-end in this attempt. She wouldn't remain sane long, so fluttershy decided to jam-pack this time with pain. With a haste, she went through a closet in the back of the room. "Not this... *CLANK* Not this... *CLANG* No, not this... *WHAM* Here we go!" She emerged with a drill. Pinkie thought with a stir what that would be capable of. Mentally-generated pictures flashed by her dilusional head, messily drilled holes in her pink hide, tissue ripped apart, flesh stuck in the drill bit, hanging out. Fluttershy murmured, mimicking a doctor "This may hurt a TEENSY bit." as the drill pierced her hide like a knife through butter. It was just like her mind had imagined. The pain roared through her body like a train, and it did not subside. Fluttershy methodically drilled holes through specific parts of her body, apparently with doctor-like knowledge. She had planned this all out. She had studied for this. Fluttershy must have been sick and twisted for her to be friends with her, planning out this devious plan. She had planned for maximum pain, the worst death possible. How had she put on that guise? how could she act so playful, so harmless, and so shy while planning such a hienious act? Such terror was unknown to pinkie pie. Her thoughts were broken when fluttershy bent over to make another hole. The rotating action of the drill felt like an alligator had clamped around her whole body and was ripping her apart. Her life had begun to flash before her eyes... And what had happened was not enough. She hadn't accomplished much in life. She wanted more! She began to struggle, she needed to live! Fluttershy said, annoyed "stop squirming around, you're increasing the bleeding. Do you WANT to die?" Pinkie found it odd how she could think so clearly while doing something like this, and it ripped her apart how anyone could do that to her.
