Pinkamena, A Game of Life

Day 1

I rose from my bed and took the key from the bedside table, put it into the keyhole and turned the lock. I know its a bit of a safety hazard for fires but I'm not getting murdered in my sleep. A few birds cheeped, which set a happy tone, despite the trouble we're in. I unlocked the front door and stepped out. My friend, Sunrise Chaser greeted me with a large, familiar, smile. Paper-white teeth that had seemed so much like Pinkie's before she was, lost. I shuddered at the thought but smiled it to the back of my mind. "Sunrise, would you like to get some coffee with me?" I asked and she nodded her head violently.
"Sure!" she replied. Then we began to head to the café. We were greeted by Hazel Moon, who was shy and oddly, quite bold. It was probably from this stress but she was her usual self today.
"Good morning Hazel!" Sunrise greeted, smiling that smile again.

Later, I sent three notes. One to the reporter, telling her to snoop on Crayon Flight. Another to the jailor, to put Hazel Moon behind bars for the night. Her safety matters like everyone else. and another to the party pony to throw a party for Sunrise Chaser. At least she'll be walked home by her and one of them can report what happened if one was attacked. I washed the dishes and locked the doors and windows before I went to bed. Hope no pony gets hurt...

Thirdpov

The party pony was trotting home at quarter to twelve when a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. She wore a cloak, a cloak of cutie marks. her insane smile chilled the blood of her victims and she held a knife. (If you're a non gory person, stop reading! I' not having this reported when you were warned!) She plunged at her and cut off he cutie marks. A scream escaped the party pony's lips before Pinkamena stabbed her in the back, breaking her spine. It was only a few minutes after she was stabbed she died, and was dragged into a house. Then, the clock struck twelve...