Deals of the devil Parties End

Deals of the Devil: Parties End


Light filtered through the window as Celestia's sun began to rise, filling the room with its warm glow. At this, nature's alarm clock, a figure began to stir under pink sheets.

Yawning loudly the mare began to drag herself from the bed, towards a small mirror stationed on the wall to inspect herself. Suddenly as if she had just drunk a whole gallon of coffee, the mare began to radiate energy as she saw herself in the mirror.

“Goooood morning Pinkie Pie!” she exclaimed to herself in the mirror. A small squeak could be heard from a basket on the other side of the room, (a reaction to the noise which now filled the area).

The pink earth pony bounced over toward to basket before nusseling the bed to remove its contents. “Good morning Gummy, did you have a superrific nap?” A small alligator had appeared from the basket, it gave another squeak before looking at the ball of energy with a blank stare.

“Come on Gummy, we have a fun, fun day ahead of us, so lets get this party started!” At the call of his master the small aligator clamped onto Pinkie's tail, (which didn’t hurt since he had no teeth after all), and both of them made their way to the small bathroom off the side of Pinkie's bedroom.

After her morning rituals were completed, Pinkie Pie bounced down the stairs to begin her day as Ponyville's apprentice baker and all around party pony. Her employers Mr and Mrs Cake, or family as Pinkie saw it, were already beginning the day, stocking shelves with baked goods and working the ovens in back, filling the shop with a heavenly smell which would attract ponies for miles.

“Hello everypony!” Pinkie was grinning every bounce she took, but most ponies in Ponyville were use to her by now. If they were new to Ponyville however it never took them long to meet the resident party pony. She had a sixth sense when new ponies came to town, and would always throw a welcome party in their honour.

“Good morning Pinkie Pie, cheerful as always I see.” chirped Mrs cake, from the kitchen trying to get everything ready for the new day. “I'm glad you're awake we could use your help this morning, oh and the mail came, there is a note for you dear.”

Pinkie was ecstatic at this news, she always loved getting mail no matter what it was, after all it could be a party invite or even something from her relatives. She didn’t hear from them often as they were always busy with the rock farm, but she always loved getting something from them.

“Yay mail, I love getting letters.” she screamed as she rushed to the pile of notes on the counter. “Bill,bill, hey Mr cake you may of won a million bits, bill, ah here it is.” she muttered as she explored each note trying to find the one for her. There it sat, a strange black envelope nothing like what she was expecting, party invites were normally in pink or colourful envelopes and anything from her parents was always simple.

This note however was very Gothic with strange runes adorning the rim. Two words sat in the centre of the paper in blood red ink, Pinkie Pie.

“Oh and dear, Rainbow Dash was here not long ago she said she had to call off hanging with you today, something about talking to Twilight about strange dreams.” Mr cake remarked, while stocking the shelves.

“Aww, we were going to try out some new pranks today as well,” Pinkie pouted before she brought her attention back to the strange note she had received that morning.

Opening the note she began to read,

Miss Pie

I represent the Manehatten Party and Prank emporium, it has come to our attention that you are one of our best customers in Ponyville, and we would like to extend an offer to you.

We are always trying to create the best in new party gimmicks. We would like for you to test one of our newest projects. 'The Rainbow Streamer', by far the greatest thing to happen to parties since the invention of the balloon and the cake.

If you should choose to accept, please come to the edge of the Everfree forest at midnight sharp.

We know this might be risky but we fear attempts from opposing companies trying to steal the design from us, so discretion is needed.

From the desk of:
Red Balloon
Lead Design Technician

It was hard for Pinkie’s grin to get any bigger at this point, her eyes lighting up as she began to jump for joy, “A new party supply, oh I cant wait to try it out, and I know just the party to use it for. Rainbow's birthday is coming up and these new streamers sound like just the thing I need.”

Eating a quick breakfast, Pinkie began to go about her day unknowing of the dark force grinning at her from the shadows.

******

Pinkie arrived at the agreed meeting spot, more excited now then she had been in years. Looking up at the sky she could tell it was midnight on the dot. Pinkie began to bounce as she waited for her visitor to arrive which didn't take long.

A rustle from the bushes announced his entry, a Red coated body with a light red mane, his cutie mark was a single large red balloon with a scroll tied to it. Bowing deeply he began to address the pink earth pony.

“Greeting Miss Pie, can I call you Pinkie?” with a nod Pinkie agreed. “Thank you for meeting with me on short notice Pinkie, my name is Red balloon, I am the lead designer and tester for the PnP emporium in Manehatten. I'm so glad you came I'm so excited about this new product and you are just the pony to test it for us.”

“Can I see it please, please.” Pinkie couldn’t contain her self she wanted nothing more then to see this new party tool in action.

“With pleasure,” the unicorn stallion replied, “we are really proud of this, I present to you The Rainbow Streamer!” with a flourish his horn began to glow making a small box appear. With baited breath Pinkie opened the small container that had appeared before her.

As the container opened a glow as bright as the sun could be seen for a moment as the contents were shown to the world. Small strips of paper lay in the box red at first before turning to green and then to blue. They seemed to turn every colour ever made, Pinkie could hardly believe it.

“These are ultra-super-riffic, I would love to give these a go in a party,” Pinkie grinned as she looked on the chromatic display in her hooves.

“Great, just a technicality however, before I can leave these in your oh so capable hooves I need you to sign an agreement. It just says you wont sell these onto another company for profit or anything.” Horn aglow once again, Red made a scroll and quill magic out of nowhere in front of the pink pony.

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie said cheerily as she took the quill in her mouth and signed her name on the bottom of the parchment.

As the scroll vanished once again into thin air Pinkie noticed something odd, her knees were pinching. “Mr Red we should probably move, my Pinkie sense says something scary is about to happen.”

“Oh Pinkie, I know;I know.” with that Red's coat began to melt from his body revealing a crystal white coat in its place, the red balloon replaced by blood stains. He stared at Pinkie grinning, his teeth began to sharpen and point. Laughing maniacally he summoned fire to surround the two figures.

“What's going on,” screamed Pinkie, there was no answer, there was only fire.

******

Heavy panting could be heard through the small dark tunnel, torches made the shadows dance as a small pink figure ran as fast as she could down the snaking darkness. How did she ever get into this Pinkie thought to herself, one second she was admiring a new party favour and now she was running for her life.

She tried to block it out but her thoughts kept returning to that small chamber she had awoken in and the terrors which occurred from then on.

******


Pinkie slowly awoke to find out a few things about her new location, first her head hurt like a hammer had been used to reshape it, second there was little light in the small square room but it smelled like chemicals.

A small red glowing bulb illuminated a small switch on the other side of the room, Pinkie hoped that was the lights as she made her way towards it. Luck was on her side this time as the small switch made an audible clack. Small lights on the ceiling began to flutter and come to life.

“There we go much bett.....” she said to her self before turning around catching the first sight of the contents of the room. Her heart stopped in her chest and her blood ran cold at macabre contents.

Five metals tables lined the room in a row on the left side of the room, on the right stood tables with all manner of tools and implements used in surgery each one slick in a coat of red liquid.

Each of the tables were flanked by a small bucket, however Pinkie couldn’t make out the contents from where she stood. Each of the tables were covered by a white blood splatted cloth, the shape of ponies distinctly showed from under.

The room had the look and smell of a morgue that had been abandoned, red stains coated the walls and the small sink at the back of the room was covered in mold and foul water.

Pinkie shook her head wondering why on earth anypony would want to take her here in the first place. Her eyes shifted back to the medical tables, everything in her mind screamed leave them alone, to run, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.

She slowly moved towards the centre most table and holding her breath removed the sheet with a quick yank. The sound of a balloon popping could be heard throughout the room as the pink mares normally bouncy hair deflated leaving a strait mane that normally was never seen.

Pinkie could only stand there, dumbstuck in horror as she looked towards to body laying on the table. It was a unicorn, or at least had been once its horn long since removed with some form of hacksaw. The unicorns rich purple coat was stained red and a large empty hole lay in her chest.

The unicorn had no cutie mark, that didn't mean she never had one, just that it had been removed by a knife or other sharp tool. Only a bloody mark remained where they should have been on the poor things flanks.

Pinkie knew this unicorn. It was her friend Twilight Sparkle.

Pinkie Pie stumbled backwards after discovering this, as she did however he hoof caught metal tripping her over causing her to fall flat on her face. Dusting herself off she walked to what had caught her hoof and her eyes narrowed into pinpoints, her face tinted green at the sight.

Rushing to the corner of the room she brought up everything she had eaten over the past day. The object was one of the buckets, its contents now spilled over the floor leaving a large red pool of blood. Internal organs lay festering in the puddle of body fluids.

The smell and sight had been too much for Pinkie to handle and it took her a fair while to recover from this event. Panting, sitting on her haunches she tried to get a handle on the situation that was befalling her.

Getting to her feet she began to do the same to all the other medical tables, removing the sheets one by one to confirm her fears. It was true, the bodies of all five of her friends lay mutilated on the tables horns and wings removed.

“No, this cant be happening, you guys cant be dead. It's not possible I don't believe it this is all a bad dream.” Pinkie screamed to the darkness of the room. She fell to the ground and began to sob her eyes out.

A voice dripping in malice and hate then began to speak, “Oh but it is true my little pink plaything, and do you want to know something else. It's all your fault!”

“Who's there,” Pinkie called.

Taking the chance at a grand entrance, with the flash of fire and brimstone a unicorn had appeared in the room with Pinkie Pie. She knew this unicorn, he was the one who offered her the rainbow streamer, but why was he here, did he do this?

“Mr Balloon?” questioned Pinkie Pie, puzzled as to why he was here. Then it hit her, he had done this, he had taken her and her friends and was planing to do to her what he did to them.

“Leave me alone, you hurt my friends, GET AWAY FROM ME.” Pinkie screamed at the newcomer to the room.

“Oh but Pinkie, I didn't hurt your friends. Don't you remember, the rending of flesh, the cracking of bone, the screams. Why it was all you and you loved every minute of it, why you're even dressed for the part.”

Pinkie looked down at her self an noticed he was right, she had a pair of gloves on her hooves made out of latex and covered in blood, and on her chest she wore an apron made from the skinned flesh of ponies.

“After all they were your party guests, and we worked so hard to prepare this party my dear Pinkie,” the unicorn grinned at this, he knew he was getting to her now and he loved every second of it.

“No I would never hurt my friends, not ever!”

“Oh but Pinkie you did, and they never even got a chance to thank you for your wonderful job. Oh I know how about I wake them up so they can give their thanks to you personally.”

Wake them up? They were dead how could he wake them up Pinkie thought to herself, just then his horn began to glow as a sickly red aura began to coat the bodies.

The bodies on the tables began to convulse and shake, their eyes shot open leaving empty sockets filled with an creepy red light, they began to get off from their tables one by one each staring at Pinkie Pie.

Even though they had no eyes Pinkie could see malice in their stares. They all screamed at once, the sound sent shivers down Pinkie’s spine as she could only watch in horror as the dead bodies of her friends began to shiver and drag them selves closer towards her.

“Pinkie...it...hurts...why?” the body of Rainbow Dash began to say.

“We...were...friends.” Fluttershy croaked before falling over only to get back on her broken hooves.

“Punishment.” screamed the body of Twilight Sparkle.

Pinkie couldn’t move at the sight of this, she wanted to run, to scream but she just stood there paralyzed.

“Now now Pinkie be a good host and greet your guests.” chuckled the unicorn before vanishing in a wisp of fire.

******

Pinkie ran as fast as her hooves would take her, it had been a while since that horrid room now. She dashed down another tunnel in an attempt to lose her pursuers but no matter how slow they shuffled after her or how fast she ran they would always catch up.

Her shoulder was bruised from the slam she took trying to open that first door. It was worth it for she didn’t want to think what would happen if her friends caught her.

She had no idea what he had done to them to make them do this. It hurt Pinkie to even think about it her friends now nothing more then ghouls hungering for pony flesh. Pinkie let out a sob as she ran, they blamed her for it as well, she would never hurt her friends yet they blamed her.

The small dark hallway that she had been navigating began to widen into a large rectangular central chamber, small torches wreathed in fire adorned the walls like grim watchers to the events that transpired here each day. Large pits of flame and brimstone lined the outer rim of the room leading towards a large throne as the centrepiece of the room.

Pinkie gasped as she saw the throne in all its demonic glory. It was a pony head screaming in horror, how could anypony want to sit on something so morbid. Blood stained the walls and the stone as a tattered carpet ran the room toward the ghastly chair.

A bolt of living flame jutted from the ground as a figure appeared on the chair, glass of wine held by his magic, a demonic grin on his face.

“Now Pinkie, isn't it rude to leave your guests without a host they're waiting for you as we speak.” Blood couldn’t keep his elation to him self erupting in a cackle at this thought.

“Who are you?” Pinkie questioned, “your names not Red Balloon is it, and your not even a pony are you!”

“Now, now Pinkie, I'm a pony just like you. I am however more or less trapped in this realm only able to leave at places of chaotic power such as your Everfree forest. My name is Blood Red, lord of this realm. But I guess you ponies don't even remember me, I've been down here so long.

Blood Red actively looked sad at the fact that he had been forgotten on the surface realm, “but that doesn't matter at all, it looks like your guests have caught up so don't let me interrupt your party.” He said with a giggle as he took a sip from his glass.

At this the five ghoul ponies began to emerge from the dark tunnel from behind Pinkie, groaning in pain and shouting horrid things at the pink mare. “Your fault,” they began to chant in unison as they dragged their fetid bodies towards the cowering pink mass.

Pinkie now resigned herself to her fate, at least it would be her friends she spent her last moments with. Then it hit her, like Rainbow Dash after she failed a trick or Applejack had given Pinkie a swift kick. These couldn’t be her friends, even in death her friends wouldn’t attempt to hurt her she knew this with all her being.

They were just ghosties, brought by this evil unicorn to scare her. She knew this now, she didn't know how but she did. And what did Granny Pie always tell her.

Before anypony in the room could notice what happened Pinkie was on her hooves, her pink mane a large frizzy mess as it normally was. She stared at the ghouls creeping towards her, a huge grin on her face. With this she began to laugh.

Something happened then which had never occurred in the deep bowls of the netherworld. True laughter echoed throughout its halls, not the demonic cackles that Blood was known for no, but pure laughter that could only be conjured by some one of heart and joy.

The beasts began to slow to a crawl, stopping just short of their target. They began to shake and convulse as if lighting passed through their forms. With this they ignited into pink flame thrashing on the floor in pain before being reduced to nothing more then ash on the ground.

Spinning her self around Pinkie began to look to her captor, by now his jaw was hitting the floor. He couldn't believe that after all he had put her through, all that pain and torment she could still laugh in the face of pain.

Blood Red was angry, there was no reasoning with him now. His plan had failed, his fun cut short and if there was one thing you never wanted to do to somepony with the mindset of a sadistic spoiled brat was spoil the fun.

He lifted himself from his throne in a fit of rage and began trashing the room, fireballs and magma began to rise from the pits as if they were just extra parts of this unicorn raging before Pinkie Pie. “YOU!” he screamed at Pinkie, “How could you get past this, how could you after all I did laugh like that.”

Pinkie began to recoil at the flaming form before her, Blood Red had taken a form similar to the one twilight took when she couldn’t figure out her Pinkie sense. However this was much more terrifying.

The flames on his back were devoid of colour, pure black as the void its self. His aura at that moment would make even Celestia seem powerless.

“BEGONE!” he growled as he fired the void flames towards Pinkie, the feeling that occurred to the pink mare could never be explained in words. The closest she could ever get to it would be to say it was like never being born.

******

Pinkie woke with a fright. Sweating and panting she began to take in her surroundings. She was home, in bed like any other night. Flopping back down on her pillow she tried her best to remember her bad dream. Nothing came to her only red eyes and black flame.

Thinking it was probably best she couldn’t remember anything she went back to sleep, unable to shake the fact that it might not of been a dream. She would have to talk to Twilight about it another day.

******

Blood Red was restless after this encounter, not one but two of the elements of harmony had beat him now. He hated to feel weak more then having his playthings get the better of him.

“Well?” the mysterious voice spoke again.

“The blasted mare laughed! Can you believe it I show her, her dead friends and she laughs.” Blood slammed his glass to the floor smashing it.

“I did say Dagon, that they cant be beaten like this.”


The look of rage on the face of the unicorn doubled, “Do NOT call me that, you have no right to even utter my real name after what you and my damned brother did to me.”

The voice sighed, “we had no choice, you would of destroyed everything.”

“Bah, begone!” with a wave of his hoof the voice vanished. This wasn’t over he thought to himself, even if he couldn't break the elements he had a backup plan.

But for now he put his focus into his next victim, after all he only had to break one for them to come all crumbling down.