Author's Note:
SCREW DETAILS
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"No! You- you can't do this!" Twilight begins to struggle, her wings flapping and her legs writhing in their restraints.
"SHUT UP!" Charity roars, her eyes flashing red yet again.
"You don't have a right!" Twilight yells back, before getting a knife in her shoulder. Her loud cry echoes off of the walls.
"Twilight! It'll be so much easier and FUN if you don't move!" Pinkie scolds, smiling maniacally.
Dark red, almost black, blood drips down the alicorn's torso, staining the lilac coloring. Her eyes widen at the sight of her own blood, and vulnerability.
"Let's begin, shall we?" Pinkie asks, pulling up a cart with lethal looking tools on it. She picks up a freshly-sharpened scalpel, and takes it to Twilight's flank. "It'll be so cool to have an alicorn's cutie mark!" The pink earth pony exclaims as she begins to cut around the pink sparkle.
"AGH! Pinkie- please!" Twilight's strangled cries bring a smile to Charity's face.
The last piece of flesh drops on the floor with a 'plop' sound, and Pinkie Pie picks it up. "Vivii, can you clean this for me?" The mute filly nods, and takes it from Pinkie. "Alright... hmm... Twilight!"
The alicorn breathes heavily, her head down, touching her chest. It takes a lot of strength the look up a bit. "What?" She seethes, though her pain is noticeable in her voice.
"Pick a number! One, two, or three?" Pinkie asks happily, lifting up Twilight's chin with the scalpel.
"Agh... two..." She whispers, closing her eyes. Pinkie removes the knife, which leaves a deep cut in Twilight's chin.
"Yay! I was hoping you'd choose that!" Pinkie runs off to the other side of the room and brings over three syringes filled with different liquid. One is a shimmery blue, another gold, and the last clear.
"This will make for much better cupcakes too!" The pink mare shakes the gold syringe briskly, then stabs it into Twilight's chest. Right when the liquid enters her bloodstream, she lets out a shrill scream that shakes the walls. Quickly, Pinkie injects the other two vials into her, which causes her more pain, then knocks her out cold.
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"Get on with it already!" A voice shouts.
"I will, just- oh, she's awake again!" Another voice replies, which comes closer to Twilight. "How do you feel, Twilight?" The voce asks.
"I... I don't feel anything..." The princess struggles to see in the dim light, but she can make out pinpointed blue eyes and a straight pink mane.
"Goodie! Now we can start! Crimson, can you get me the buckets? Oh! And Illuminati, can you grab the hacksaw?" Pinkie sends off the two ponies to gather the supplies, then turns to Twilight. "But first, I'll want other souvenirs too. After all, you are a princess. This is a momentous occasion!" Pinkie keeps rambling on as the hacksaw is put in her hoof.
"Hey Twilight? Why do they call it a hacksaw if you don't saw with it?"
"It... it's called, called-" Twilight is cut off by an unbearable amount of pain in her wing joint. Apparently she was wrong when she said she didn't feel anything... She screams and looks down to see her wing hanging by a tendon. One more swing, and it's off. After the other one is removed, with much more screaming, a pair of horrifyingly large forceps are positioned in Pinkie's grasp.
"Say bye-bye to your magic!" The insane pink mare says before clasping Twilight's horn in the forceps. With one swift yank, the horns is torn out, leaving a steady stream off blood blocking Twilight's vision.
"It's almost over Twilight! Just one more game..."
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Author's Note:
Imma change the title again.
Yeh. That last sentence gave me an idea.
Akay. Anyway, thnx for reading and BAII MY SUBJECTS.
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Just One More Game (@Pinkamena_Is_Best's Writing Contest)
Фанфик*SHORT STORY* Everypony else adored her. Why? Because she's a princess and 'such a good friend'. It makes Charity gag. Other ponies think she's insane for not liking the princess, but what really is there to like? One day, she pushes Charity past he...
