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Welcome back to Creepcast.

Today we are going to another original creepypasta.

And yes, I do mean creepypasta.

I was talking to Isaiah about this, and I was like, you know, we haven't read like a Jeff the Killer thing in a while.

We've done, what, Laughing Jack, fucking Eyeless Jack, Mr.

Wide Mouth, all this kind of stuff.

But it's been a bit.

We've had a lot of like great bangers lately.

So I figured I was, I was asking him, I said, what is some good, original,

fun, creepypasta stuff that was definitely written by a young child?

And he suggested cupcakes, which is apparently the beginning of, I guess, would you say this was written by a brony?

It's a My Little Pony fanfic horror story.

And we're going to be reading that today.

I just want everyone to know that I joined the call and I'm like, what are we doing today, Hunter?

And he just doesn't say anything, just DMs me something with my little pony in the title.

And I was like, all right, well, I guess I've had a good run.

It's, we haven't, but

YouTube was fun while it lasted, I guess.

To be fair, to be fair, we have not ventured into

brony territory yet.

What is an oddball such as myself consider manly?

My little pony, friendship is magic.

This is like a kind of a big moment, actually, where we, where another, another internet sect comes together like an internet fandom.

We finally get to go into new territory because we have, I don't think we've done any

My Little Pony stuff, right?

There hasn't even been a mention of My Little Pony on this channel until now.

I don't think so.

And we've gotten this far, and you haven't made me do it, but here we are.

Now's the day.

To be fair, I did come in with a story called Rainbow Factory

that has some very, you you know, absolutely cursed My Little Pony art on it.

But then Isaiah said, Oh, hey, cupcakes is the like.

I'm like, if we're going to do it, the classic.

But you're saying that this is the OG My Little Pony horror story.

The OG.

Is there.

Like this came out right around the time Jeff the Killer did and stuff like that.

Is there, have you read this before?

Or is it just, have you just heard of it?

I've read it before because the thing back in the day I remember is, I think you were right about a brony made it, but everyone would say, oh this story is so scary it's so creepy you don't even have to know my little pony for it to be scary and so I'm like okay I'll listen to it and like me who was afraid of laughing jack and Jeff the killer and stuff did not find it scary so

I can only imagine okay so what that means so there's a couple things here I just want to

I just want to I just want to point this out at the top right so first off it says this is we're on fandom.com we are looking at the the title here.

It says cupcakes original.

There's a not safe for work uh title at the top, but then the first couple sentences say this is the original version of the fanfic cupcakes.

The version posted on here and proliferating the internet, i.e., the one that ends with the pinky pie about to stuff rainbow dashes corpse is actually the second version found here.

So, I guess that leads me.

There's a link to that, Isaiah.

Do you do we want to go with the OG or do we want to have the one where they spoil the ending?

So, this is the um

like short history of it also on the MLPpasta.fandom.com.

I hate my life.

The description says the cupcakes fanfic is thought to have first appeared on 4chan's ImageBoard Co.

sometime in January of 2011.

Okay.

Though the date of the original post remains unknown, a canonical reference to episode 12 in the fanfiction suggests that the earliest possible date was January 7th, 2011.

On the Equestria Daily version, I hate myself, the authorship has been attributed to Sergeant Sprinkles.

The earliest archived instance of My Little Pony fanfiction is Junior Speedsters Forever, posted in January 24th, 2011.

Okay, so that means, I think that's what this saying is cupcakes may not only be the original My Little Pony fanfiction, but the first My Little Pony fanfiction horror or otherwise ever written.

I would suggest it's horror because there's no, there has to be so much fan fiction.

I mean, I mean, it could be, I don't know.

But well, that's what on Equestria Daily.

Yes, yes.

On the On the website, it might be the first.

Now, according to this, let me ask you this.

Is there any realm of reality that this actually has some good spooky stuff?

Is there any world where that happens?

Other than like the fact I have to read it on this podcast?

No.

I mean, it is.

It's a little

bit of a picture.

I didn't think that we would go here, but I got to say, I'm a little excited, at least, if I'm being honest.

And that leads me to the next horrifying thing, which is be sure to check out this podcast on Spotify and Apple and Apple Podcasts, all the audio platforms, and check us out there, give us a nice rating.

It really does help the show out.

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We have, I think, how many three or four extra episodes now, and a lot more coming.

So, if you want to support the show outside of just watching it here and you want extra content, feel free to go over there and check it out.

Otherwise, Isaiah, are you ready to become a brony for the next, I don't know, hour or so?

Your silence is so loud.

Thank you all for the support you've shown the show.

Brony.

This is really cool and all.

You know, it's, you know, so I don't know anything about my little pony.

My sister was into it when she was a kid, but I never paid attention besides, you know, like throwing her toys across the room.

So I know nothing of this, and I know for a fact a lot of our Brony fans are going to come out of the woodwork.

If you're a Brony, if you're a Brony, stand up and be proud.

Be proud that you're a Brony.

Because I feel like right now it's a dying breed.

I feel like that used to be like early internet cringe stuff.

I would say even before Furries.

You'd be like, oh, the Bronies.

And I feel like Furries kind of took their place.

I'm not sure if that's true or not, but it feels like there's not.

I think they're, well, they were kind of at the same time because I remember hearing about both of them around the same era.

I think it's just because, didn't the show quit My Little Pony Friendship is Magic?

I have no idea, I have no idea, but I don't, I don't think that I guess would that stop?

I guess maybe that was.

I hate that I'm typing this in.

I hate that I'm typing this in.

Well, yeah, it hasn't stopped completely, just became more niche, niche.

So, if the show's not running, new fans aren't coming in.

Yeah, I mean, hey, if bread isn't being baked in the factory, no one's eating, you know.

So,

what's the point?

Exactly.

Uh,

pro the final finale premiered October 12th, 2019.

They had a good run.

Yes, it was a good one.

Nice run.

Yeah, I mean, what?

Season...

How many?

Season 46.

How many seasons

did MLP

Friendship with Magic have?

It had nine seasons.

Not a bad run.

Good run.

So this is

nine seasons.

This was like

fresh off season one.

It hooked people immediately.

Okay.

All right.

Well, shit.

You ready to get into this yeah as i'll ever be

um all right cupcakes and this is the original version as mentioned there's a second version that floats around a lot but this is the og from sergeant sprinkles

the air was warm the sun was shining and all of ponyville was having oh my gosh okay

and all of ponyville was having a glorious day The town square was bustling and crowded.

Busy ponies were making their busy ways through the streets.

I know the whole thing is going to be like this.

I just have to lock in.

You need to lock in.

It's going to be this optimistic and cheery the whole time until we get our gruesome.

Someone's murdered immediately, I hope.

Yeah, you know, honestly, and I need to get this out.

I need to get my biases out of the way first, right?

Okay.

One of the things that annoys me so much about anyone who talks about MLP is that they replace any person pronoun with the word pony.

It's like, oh, every pony or horse famous and stuff.

And here's the thing.

If it was just like people wholesomely enjoying the series, they'd be fine.

I wouldn't care.

But I know I've seen what

the

miscreants of the fan base, which is a lot of them, are capable of.

And it's just so tied to the image of it, I can't separate it in my mind.

And that's why I'm so violent.

If this was about what's a wholesome property from when we were kids,

like Looney Tunes.

No, Looney Tunes is like adults like that too.

You know what I mean.

If this was like something that was entirely safe, I'd be fine.

But I'm just, it's just in the back of my head, the things I've seen on the internet.

That's why I'm so very judgmental, but I understand.

Yes, yeah, yeah.

Anyway, busy ponies were making their busy way through the streets.

All the pony folk seemed to see what I mean?

See what I mean?

All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere to be, all except Rainbow Dash.

Her place was in the sky.

She freely tore through the air, speeding one way and the next.

She buzzed the treetops and raced the wind.

The Pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children.

Climbing several hundred feet, she dove, going as fast as she could.

Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she took off back into the clear blue.

Rainbow Dash felt alive.

Alright, so we got a pony that can fly.

Yeah, well, a Pegasus.

It's a Pegasus.

Okay, got it.

I just made a fire.

A winged horse.

Yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

Then she remembered that she had somewhere to be.

She's supposed to meet with Pinkie Pie in five minutes.

She'd gotten so caught up in her exercises that she nearly forgot.

Also, every sentence is the same.

The exact same structure.

No, just pointed that out.

Pinky had asked Dash to meet her at Sugar Cube Corner at three.

She didn't say why.

I got a bomb.

You know what?

You know what's also?

I'm going to blow up where this story's going where this story's going that's not far off like that just turned into a hostage thing you're like i'm gonna go in i'm gonna blow up pony bank

you can't do it sugar blossom

uh you know what's also crazy about this there was so i was at a wedding this last weekend and a guy came up to me And he was like,

he was one of the guys who was working the venue.

And he's like, oh, Wendigoon, huge fan of your stuff, blah, blah, blah.

He's like, I absolutely love Creepcast.

And I just signed up for the Patreon.

Shout out that guy.

And I was like, oh, thanks, man.

That means the world.

So that guy,

after shaking my hand, after touching me and making eye contact, the next thing he will see is this.

I have to explain what this is to my dad now.

Rainbow Dash, listen.

I got a bomb and a gun.

I'm planning on rubbing the bank on Sugar Cube Corner.

You got to be there at three.

Do the ponies have like

defense capabilities

like do they have a police force?

Oh, I would you'd have to imagine like the horses and my little pony.

Yeah, well, they probably have like wizards or something.

Aren't they all magical and shit?

Well, I mean, like, there's a Pegasus, so I imagine they fly.

Yeah, here's a cop.

They have a cop.

Does ACAB apply to these?

Oh, absolutely.

A cab applies to everything, sir.

Law enforcement.

Oh, there's a wiki page for I forget how law enforcement characters who work or have worked in law enforcement includes all right.

I'm gonna, I'm not gonna read all these names because people will be like, you're mispronouncing it wrong.

You forgot about this one.

But there's multiple,

there's multiple phonies who have served in some kind of police force.

Come on, man.

This is good.

This is good law enforcement.

This is canon.

This is canon lore.

It's helping us build this universe for this spooky story.

What, what, what, what, what is the lore of this stuff?

I'm looking at the fanboards.

The Royal Guard's job is to guard

royalty and the capital city.

They have a capital city.

Absolutely.

Okay.

Alright.

She didn't say why or what they'd be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinky, it could be anything.

She wasn't sure if she really wanted to go, though.

She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinky off to continue flying.

But Dash's conscience got the better of her.

She knew that it would hurt Pinky's feelings.

After all, she said it was going to be something special just for the two of them.

She considered it and thought, why not?

What did she have to lose?

Heck, it might be more pranking.

Pinky might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull off on folks.

They had so much fun at the last time.

Dash kicked it into overdrive, mostly to make for lost time, and sped to her appointment.

When she walked into the store, she was immediately greeted with her host bouncing in excitement.

Yay!

You're here!

You're here!

I've been racing all day!

Is that good?

Does that sound like my little pony?

It is

haunting.

Come on!

Well, you know what, guys?

How close that is to your gypsy rose impression

the most knowledge I have of My Little Pony is the Jenny Nicholson video about it.

So I know that like

I know that like the actor, the voice, all the voice actors and actresses are like serious voice actors and actresses.

So I imagine Pinkie Pie's voice

doesn't sound, you know, I'm not going to look at it.

So wait, so are you saying should I make it more straight instead of being so bubbly?

Um,

yeah, I, I, realistically, yes, but for the sake of what we're doing today, let me literally return.

You're here, you're here.

I've been waiting all day.

That's probably about right.

Yeah.

Is Rainbow Dash a guy or a girl?

Or is that?

Um, I want to say a girl.

Hold on.

Is Rainbow.

My search history right now.

Rainbow Dash.

Sorry if I'm a little late, Pinkie Pie.

I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time.

Rainbow Dash is a girl, by the way.

Pinky giggled and responded, her tone gleefully reassuring.

That's okay.

You're here now.

What's a few more minutes?

I've been so excited thinking about all the fun stuff we're gonna do.

I haven't stopped bouncing since I woke up.

I mean, I almost forgot to breathe since I've been so happy.

Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh.

She always appreciated Pinky's friendly, outgoing way of life, but her overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out.

Dash was polite, however.

If Pinky had got this worked up, then it must...

Then it must good.

Then it must good.

Whatever it was.

So, you're ready to get started, Rainbow Dash.

I got everything already.

Dash psyched herself up.

You betcha, Pinky.

What do you got planned?

Beginning to prank somebody?

I got a couple of good ones I've been thinking about.

Or maybe you got some stunts you think I should try.

Or maybe...

MIKING CUPCAKES!

pinky happily announced

oh yeah

this is gonna get real good i know it's gonna we're getting ready to hey start a ladies and gentlemen start your engines dash was disappointed pinky

you know i'm not good at baking remember the last time oh that's not a problem at all I only need your help making them.

I'll be doing most of the work.

Dash thought for about it for a second and replied, Well, all right, I guess that's okay.

What exactly do you need me to do?

That's the spirit.

Here you go.

Pinky handed Dash a cupcake.

Dash was puzzled.

I thought I was helping you, babe.

You will be.

I made this one just for you before you got here.

So, this is like a taste testing or something?

Sorta.

Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth.

She chewed a bit and swallowed.

Not bad.

Okay, now what?

Now

you take a nap.

Fucking Pinky just roofing rainbow, Dash.

Jesus!

Okay.

We're going to the clerb.

She says.

Pinky roofing rainbow.

That has got to be a roof.

That's what I am.

That's got to be a brand new sentence.

No one's ever said that.

Upon hearing that, Dash felt lightheaded.

Her world spun and seconds later, she dropped to the floor.

When Dash regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room.

She tried to shake her head, but found that a taut leather strap kept it firmly in place.

She struggled to move, but the braces around her chest and limbs glued her to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide apart.

Dash's wings were the only part of her not tied down, and they fluttered frantically while while she struggled to escape.

As she writhed, Pinky jumped into her line of sight.

Hey!

You're awake!

Now we can get started!

She was pushing a cart covered with a cloth.

Hey, Pinky, what's going on?

I can't move!

Duh!

You're tied down.

That's why you can't move.

I didn't think you'd need to be told that.

But why?

What's happening?

I thought you s-

I thought you said I was going to help you make cup gangs!

You are helping.

You see, I ran out of my special ingredient.

I need you to get more special ingredient.

Dash was now breathing heavily and starting to panic.

Put special ingredient!

Pinky giggled and responded.

You silly.

Uh-oh.

I like how you're into this.

Oh, yeah, dude.

Well, first off, this is 100% a fetish story.

Just want to say that.

The binding and all that.

This is fetish.

The binding and like her legs spread out.

I have a feeling that we're not out of the

fetish forest yet.

So I don't remember any of that from when I was like a kid and read this, but when we started to read those last few lines, I was like, oh,

I see.

So I don't remember any, but yeah, clearly.

Clearly, that's what's tapping on now.

A 12-year-old me was not equipped to understand what I was saying.

12-year-old, 12-year-old dude's like, why do I like this so much?

No, that's why is this so appealing?

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Don't, don't.

You can say a lot of things about me, Hunter, but you let me have this.

You stay off this.

You can say I killed my dog with chocolate.

You can say.

Ugh, okay.

Dash's eyes widened.

Her face contorted in fear.

Then she started to laugh.

It really got me there, Pinkie Pie.

I mean, tricking me into thinking I'm gonna be made into a cupcake.

I gotta tell you, that's the best prank yet.

You win.

You're the best.

Pinkie giggled even more now.

Ah, thanks, Dash.

But I haven't done pranks today, so I can't accept your praise.

Dash was struggling again.

Hey, hey!

Come on!

This isn't funny!

Then why are you laughing?

Pinky grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart.

The top of the tray contained various sharp medical tools and knives, carefully organized and ready.

Oh my god.

There was a medicine bag and several other objects next to them.

Dash was now in full panic mode.

She was starting to hyperfidolite.

Her mind was racing and she tried to reason with the pink pony.

You can't get us, Pinky!

I'm your friend!

I know you are, and that's why I'm so happy I got you here.

We get to share your last moments together.

Just you and me.

We Wee!

She was kicking again.

But the other ponies will wonder where I am.

When the clouds pile up, they'll come looking for me, and then you'll get found out.

Tatch.

Don't worry.

There are plenty of Pegasus to take care of a few clouds.

And besides, no pony will find out.

I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this?

And with that, the light suddenly came to life and showcased the rest of the room.

Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her.

The room was decorated with the typical but twisted pinky pie flare.

Colorful streamers of dried entrails danced around the ceiling.

Brightly painted skulls of all sizes were stuck on the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium tied to the backs of chairs.

The tables and chairs were made of bones and flesh of past ponies.

Dash cringed at the centerpiece on the table nearest to her, the head of four foals, their eyes closed like they were sleeping, wearing party hats made from their own skin.

She recognized one of them as Apple Bloom's classmates.

Her eyes darted back and forth and then gazed up at the patchwork banner hanging from the rafters.

Made from several pony hides, the words, life is a party, were scrawled in.

I legitimately thought that said life is a highway for a second.

Like

Pinky was a radical romance fan.

Life truly is a highway.

Love is a highway.

Yeah, during this, like, all the, all the blood, like, it's funny how cartoon-ish it continues to be.

Like, she has organs blown up like balloons tied to children.

And then in the corner of the room, just laughs like a road with the travel.

I would legitimately say that if there was like a Sansa Lambs kind of scene of like you're a guy going into a basement, like looking for somebody, you know, like those classic, those classic scenes where like the cops going down the stairs,

like they're all scared and shit.

Yes, yeah.

Gun drawn.

They're like, look around.

And then in the distance, if you just heard, Lovey La Highway,

I wanna ride it all night long.

Like a weird upbeat song like that would be that'd be a fucked juxtaposition.

Like that'd be really sick.

Where are you?

Yeah, it's just

bodies everywhere.

Come out!

Screaming, firing a couple shots.

And I'm a dunner hand, I've not a gun.

It'd be pretty, that'd be that'd be pretty sick.

You know what?

Fuck it, Rascal Flash is playing on the back of this right now.

Okay, that's cannon.

That's canon.

Dash's attention was stolen by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose.

She saw a Pinkie Pie standing in front of her.

The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from Cutie Marks.

On her back fluttered six Pegasus wings, all different colors.

As she skipped in excitement, her necklace of unicorn horns loudly clacked together.

Okay, that's actually kind of metal.

I just want to say right now, though, that's actually kind of sick.

That she has like a necklace made out of the

necklace made out of horns, and then she has like a fucking cape or whatever that has six Pegasus wings on it.

And she's like skipping around like a fucking lunatic.

She's like, hey, wee!

Like a fucking psychobat.

I simultaneously hate and love how into this shit.

I mean, it's got me.

I mean, you know,

we're getting into it.

I want to see what happens.

Like it?

I made it myself.

Oh, God, Pinky!

Please!

I'm sorry if I did anything to you.

I didn't mean it.

Please, let me go.

I promise I won't tell any pony.

I won't tell any pony.

That's good.

Oh, dash.

You didn't do anything.

It's just that your number came up and...

Well,

I don't make the rules.

We can't turn back now.

She's on a fucking bingo system?

She's on a bingo system for killing ponies?

I love it!

A fair system, a lottery for that.

One based on chance.

Heads or tails.

Heads or tails.

I'm not one.

I'm back.

Every pony.

You stand to lose every pony.

Yeah.

That works so good, dude.

Now just imagine Anton, whatever.

It's like he has his face

superimposed on the horse's face, too.

Nope.

Don't put that quarter in your pocket.

That's your lucky quarter.

That's your lucky pony.

That's your lucky horn.

Uh, Rainbow Dash was tearing up.

How could this be happening?

Aw, don't be sad, Dash.

Look, this will cheer you up.

I brought you a friend.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Pinky displayed a blue and yellow painted skull.

It was about pony size, but it had a very defining feature.

A beak.

Dash was freaking out.

Is that?

Hey, Dash!

Let's hang together!

These ponies are lame-os.

Dweebs!

Dweebs!

Dweebs!

I caught her right before she left town.

Remember when I left the party for about 20 minutes?

That wasn't enough time to play with her, of course.

I had to wait till after the party to do that.

But boy, am I glad I did.

It was worth for the flavor alone.

Griffins taste like two animals at once.

It's amazing.

I know she didn't have a number like everyone else in Ponyville, but

when was I gonna get another chance to try a Griffin?

In hindsight, I probably should have asked where she came from so I didn't get more, but

I forget.

I'll tell you what, though.

she was quite the fighter.

Lasted a long time, which was fun for me.

I got the chance to play with somebody other than a pony and try new things.

It's too bad she had such a potty mouth.

She said so much bad stuff, I had to take her tongue out.

You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, Dash.

Dash didn't have anything to say,

just sobbed and writhed.

Fuck!

Well,

Pinky said, putting down the skull.

That's enough reminiscing.

It's time to begin.

She picked up a scalpel and walked over to Dash's right flank.

Without any flare, she placed the blade an inch above her cutie mark and started a circular cut around it.

Her lungs working overtime, Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces held her still.

Finishing the incision, Pinky grabbed the curved skinny knife from the tray.

She worked it under the skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle.

Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched as her flesh came off.

Pinky then moved to the other side and completed the other flank.

Once she was done, Pinky held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them like pom-poms.

Dash just whimpered.

Her thighs burned.

Placing the skin down, Pinky selected the large butcher knife and walked behind Rainbow Dash.

Hope you don't mind.

I think I'm gonna wing it now.

Did you like that?

Did you like that button, the Pinky Man?

I did.

I did a nice hysterical evil laugh, too.

It probably got cut off, but it was.

I sold it.

Don't worry.

It was sold.

Also, I just want to say, too, since we stopped, that I feel like that Griffin death to some people who know the show was probably quite devastating.

It had to be.

Oh,

fuck!

she grabbed the left one and played with it for a second.

Then, stretching the wing out, she brought the blade down at the base.

Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage.

The movement threw off Pinkie Pie's aim.

She tried to hit the mark again, but missed wide and put a huge slice in Rainbow's back.

Dash, you gotta stay still or I'm gonna keep missing.

She took another whack and hit the target.

She swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, but realized she wasn't getting anywhere.

The blade just wasn't going through the bone.

I guess if I got to sharpen it, I'll try something else.

She stated as she tossed the knife over her shoulder, the blade embedding itself in the table.

The crying Rainbow Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.

Got it!

Say, Dash, why do they call it a hacksaw?

It doesn't hack.

Hacking is what I was doing with the knife.

This is a saw.

I don't get it.

You know that line?

I know we're reading in my little pony fan fiction, right?

But that line in itself

is a funny, like a fun line for a torturer to have in a movie.

Like, I could see, what's his name?

Mr.

Blonde from Reservoir Dog saying that when he cuts off the guy's ear.

Like, I don't get it.

It's saws.

It doesn't matter.

You can see the obvious Tarantino influence on this story.

I want to say this too.

This is really, I mean, you know, it is what it is.

This is far, far from the worst thing we've ever read.

I just want to put that on.

It is, I'm sure.

It's way too much fun.

It's far away.

It's not it.

The worst crime a story can commit is being forgettable.

Oh,

it's certainly not forgettable.

God, no.

Now I'm imagining, like, as the Pinkie Pie is walking around, it's like, well, I don't know why I can't.

She'd be dancing around to either life as a highway or it'd be, what hurts the most

is being so close

and watching you walk away.

It's the Rasco Flats kind of story.

Of course.

Pinkie placed the tool over the last attempt that effortlessly sailed through the bone and skin.

The painful feeling of the teeth biting into her made Dash want to vomit.

She watched helplessly as her wing flew over her head and landed with a fluff on the table.

Pinky moved the next and started sawing.

Dash didn't struggle this time.

She'd given up trying to fight, just cried.

Then the sawing abruptly paused.

Pinky was only halfway done, the wing hanging on only by a sliver.

Pinky, Dash!

Take fast!

Suddenly, she yanked the wing as hard as

the

What sadistic fucking 12-year-old is writing this?

Hey, Dash!

Take ass!

It like rips out the fucking bone, you know?

You know, I actually gotta say, that's kind of brutal.

I know we're talking about like a horse swing, but I was like, but imagining someone like ripping off a

through arm or something.

It's not even just physical torture, it's fucking mental agony as well.

Hey, Dash, hey, ass!

And then just immediately ripping his head out.

I mean, my God.

What kind of fucking

fat little boy or girl was sitting down writing this and just like grinning ear to ear?

What sadistic, what future serial killer was writing this?

That's what I want to know.

Captain Sprinkles or whatever the name was.

It's actually Captain Sparkles, the guy that made all the Minecraft

songs back in the day.

It's all connected.

Yeah.

Yeah, as she's dancing, you can hear the background.

So, baby, tonight,

the creepers are gonna still go.

The bones snapped, but the skin held tight.

The pull ripped a long strip of flesh down Dash's back to her rump.

The unexpected trauma caused her body to seize.

She felt the warm release between legs as her pelvis tensed up.

Dash's loud, unending melody of pain filled the room.

Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.

She awoke with a gasp.

Stench of her urine filled her mucus cake nostrils.

Yeah.

Jesus fucking Christ, dude.

The stench of her urine

filled her mucus cake nostrils.

She's voluntary seizures.

It's such a decent.

Good God.

Like heavy description of a tortured secret.

Get this child off as Jeeves immediately.

What happens when you torture someone for four hours?

Search.

Imagine the school counselor sitting down with their parents over this.

Yeah, dude,

that's so funny you raised it up.

I was thinking the exact same thing.

You'd know this little motherfucker went to school and printed this stuff off out at the library.

And that definitely caught it.

What in God's name is this?

This is, I hate to say this out loud.

This is actually better than our

15,

just from how brutal the descriptions have been.

Oh, it's good.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

She saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing the adrenaline needle from her chest.

What?

The adrenaline needle?

Yeah, so like Rainbow Dash is past.

Yeah, she walked

like a shock.

Yeah, so Pinky Vi's like, uh-uh, here's your epinephrine.

I'm telling you.

You're turning back.

This motherfucker saw reservoir dogs in pulp fiction and decided to write a fucking

horror story.

Is that not what happened?

It's becoming literally clear to me.

Stomping her hooves, the frustrated Pinky lashed out.

Didn't anybody teach you any

I told you how excited I got when I found you were next.

I was excited to have a friend be here with me while I worked.

But no!

You've got to be inconsiderate!

You know, I thought you were tough.

I thought you could handle anything.

I've had fowls stand up better than you.

I mean, do you have to baby you?

Huh?

Is that how you want me to remember you?

As a baby, she stopped to catch her breath.

Dash blinked and softly cried.

Her back was on fire.

Pinky then popped something red into her mouth and began to chew.

She noticed Dash was staring at her.

What?

Oh, this

holding up another piece.

Well, while you were asleep, asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself sample.

I got it from your leg.

You're not bad.

Wanna try some?

Without waiting for a response, she shoved the strip of meat into the revolted Rainbow Dash's mouth.

She immediately spit it out.

Pinky picked it up.

She then ate the discarded, snotty morsel.

Swallowing, she turned her attention to the small can on the tray.

She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with burning coals.

Sitting on top of the fire were several large nails.

Dash began to like

super hot, like

railroad nails.

I'm trying to

see if they're uh if she is legitimately going to like crucify this fucking horse right now.

That's what I'm wondering.

Go to the cross!

And she starts nailing the fucking legs in there.

Dash began to panic again.

Pinky picked up the can and walked over to Dash's left, carefully picking up a nail and grabbing a hammer.

She positioned the spike at the seam.

You might be right about the horse.

About the horse crucifixion.

She positioned the spike at the seam seam between her leg and her hoofy no

no no no

The hammer came down to the nail punctured under her skin the white hot burning was too much dash pulled and thrashed at the brace her skin rubbed and tore Pinky tried to line up another one, but couldn't find her aim.

She let out a frustrated grunt.

When she pulled the hammer back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.

Pinky rolled her eyes.

Putting the hammer back down, she walked back in front of her friend.

She stared pensively at the broken Pegasus.

Gilda didn't even cry this much when she stuck that live Paris sprite down her throat.

Pinky thought for a minute about what to do next.

Then there was a sudden spark in her imagination.

She grabbed the gear wheel on the rack and laid Rainbow Dash on her back.

She moved to Dash's hind legs, bringing the can with her.

Pinky picked up the hammer again and she drove a searing piece of metal into the bottom of Dash's hoof.

Dash screamed again.

Pinky put one into the other hoof.

Next, she located the small generator on the tray, tying the copper wires to the nails.

She gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch.

Electricity rocketed through Dash's body.

Holy shit!

The blue pony reacted immediately.

Body seized, muscles struck taut.

Her hips thrust skyward, and her eyes rolled back.

She let out a deep, throat-shredding cry.

Pinky giggled and danced in place.

She turned up the juice.

Dash convulsed uncontrollably.

Her bladder emptied once more.

Gosh, just talking about, like...

What fucking

pain on herself?

My gosh.

I need to know what torture.

like what what they googled for the torture this is so specific even down to like nailing the fucking

like nailing it into the bottom of the the foot or whatever brutal but then even just like

literal copper wiring and just like formed elect like this torture electric electricity device whatever just shock therapy I I don't know what happened to the guy that wrote this Sergeant Sprinkles or whatever, but someone should check on him.

After about five minutes, Pinky shut off the power.

The area smelled lightly of cooked flesh and burnt enamel.

Oh my, what a deco, dude.

I fucking love the cyberpath, dude.

Good God.

She put Dash upright again and tried to snap the delirious and drooling pony back to attention.

Dash.

Dash,

wake up.

Rainbow Dash managed to give her a modicum of weak acknowledgement.

Pinky reached into the medicine bag and pulled out a large syringe.

Dash looked at the needle and pinky took that as a question as to what it was.

Something to take the pain away.

She informed as she walked around to Dash's ruined backside.

She stuck the needle into the lower part of her spine.

Dash flinched.

Coming to the front again, she told her friend.

In a few minutes, you won't be able to feel anything below your ribcage.

Then you'll be able to to stay awake to watch the harvest.

Jesus Christ!

My God!

Jesus!

God!

Death started to cry again.

Pinky,

why?

She trembled out.

Yeah.

I want to go home.

Yeah, I can see you wanting to do that.

Jesus.

Oh my God.

Sometimes

I just want to give up and say, I'm done with this mess.

Go to bed, but you know what?

You can't shrug off your responsibilities.

Gotta pull yourself up and meet the challenges head-on.

That's the only way you're gonna get ahead in life.

Dash cried.

Minutes passed and the drug took effect.

Dash was numb from her chest to her flanks.

Aware of this, Pinky approached with her scalpel.

With only a smiling glance to Dash, she made a long cut across her pelvis just above her crotch.

Moving up her body, she drew a similar incision under her ribs.

One final cut was made down her stomach, connecting the first two.

Looks like I got my eye on you, Rainbow Dash.

Draws a giant vivisection eye.

Oh my god.

It's like I got my eye on you.

I tell you what, good, good,

good actual quotes from a psychopath.

I was about to say that.

Joke.

I know.

Yeah.

Legitimately.

This is good for a movie.

It reminds me of, like, you know, that scene in The Departed where Jack Nicholson shoots that girl and he's like, she fell fired.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Like that kind of thing.

I hate to say it.

This reminds me of a score safety play.

I mean, we have two prolific directors while reading this.

And it came naturally.

Mind you, Isaiah.

It came naturally.

All right.

Looks like I got my eye on you.

With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped open.

The new door?

So, so sick to refer to like someone's fucking open wound.

My god.

The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash's breathing to intensify.

Pinky sliced open the abdominal sac and grabbed the large intestines, separating it from the rest of the digestive tract and pulling them from the forming cavity.

Pinky was getting jovial and started making jokes.

Dash, growing weaker from the new source of blood loss, tried to shut out the comedy act.

Pinky was laughing.

Look at me.

I'm a rarity.

She said, slinging the tube around her neck and spreading blood in all directions.

Isn't my new scarf so pretty?

Reaching back in, she cut the smaller intestine off the bowels, squeezing out the excess excrement.

Oh my god!

Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinky filed it through her teeth and dragged it back and forth.

Tintins say you gotta floss every day, Dash.

God damn.

She's got got shit and blood in her teeth.

My God.

Is it this hash?

Rainbow is over.

This is fucking...

This is...

Just getting so vile.

My God.

Rainbow Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore.

The shock was causing her to fade.

Pinky got disappointed.

Diving back into the gut, she ramped up her routine.

Don't go yet.

Don't go yet, Dash.

She starts.

That alone is freaky.

Cutting someone open to being like, Don't go yet.

Like, don't forget to die a little bit longer.

So creepy.

Yeah.

She started pulling out the rest of the organs, stopping at each one.

I know it can be a real pain ache,

but you know, I'm just kidney with you.

You really got to learn to liver it up.

Boy, these jokes are getting bladder.

Guess you got to develop a stomach for them.

I would, if I would just, I'd be screaming, kill me.

Kill me.

She placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for a bit longer.

Bagpipes!

She said, placing the tube in her mouth and the organ in her armpit, a spurt of acid hit her tongue.

Oh, hey, there's your cupcake, Rainbow Dash.

The cupcake she ate earlier getting blown out of her dissected stomach.

My word, dude.

It's like that thing I've talked about before where it's like kids don't understand how heavy

they're saying something into a story, but it's an entire story about just the heaviness.

It's unbelievable how gripped I am.

And I hope to God that this child is locked up somewhere as a full-blown adult.

It's going to be like the Rob zombie remake of Halloween, where they're like, I treated you good, Mikey.

And like Michael Myers is like, I think this, the kid who wrote this now is like a six foot seven super soldier.

They're like keeping it in a sane asylum.

That's you.

Your danny trainer getting away.

Yeah, I just get fucking thrown into a wall.

Oh, Dash didn't hear her.

She had slipped from consciousness minutes ago.

Pinky, not satisfied yet, hit her with another adrenaline shot.

Dash woke up for the last time, her heart jumping.

Her blood flowed out faster.

It wouldn't be long now.

Pinky put Dash down on her back and straddled her chest, scalp already.

You know,

The last thing Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, the metal scraping her teeth.

Then she was gone.

Pinkie Pie stared into the mirror.

She did a really good job, even keeping the eyelids.

She winked, Dash winked back, Pinkie smiled.

Oh, she carved off her face and now she's wearing it.

Yeah.

Dash winked back.

I'm sorry, it was a lot clearer.

Yeah, who am I?

What did I think happened?

But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone.

It only lasted 50 minutes, not nearly as long as she wanted.

She looked back at the cadaver hanging there in the center of the room, the last of its fluids draining into the pan.

Yep, no more Rainbow Dash.

Then Pinky cocked her head.

She was starting to take notice of the fact that there really wasn't that much damage.

In fact, she began to say, I think.

An idea exploded in her head.

She was good at sewing and she had all the pieces.

All she had to do was put her back together.

Yeah, just get some stuffing and bingo.

She'd have Rainbow Dash forever.

In fact, that's what she'd do for all her friends when their numbers came up.

She was so excited, she skipped over to the body with the skinner to get started.

Cupcakes can wait.

Pinky had a friend to make.

Silver Spoon suddenly woke up.

She was on her back.

I assume this is another pony.

She was on her back and couldn't move.

She couldn't see.

Where was she?

Freaking out, she was just about to scream when the pony from the bakery appeared in front of her.

Hi!

Where am I?

What are going on?

Okay, so it says it says the frightened little foal.

I imagine this is a child.

So foal's like a little horse, right?

But I like that voice.

Like the little girl pony.

That's good.

Oh, well, you see, your number came up and I gotta make cupcakes.

Wait, what?

What does that mean?

What are you talking about?

Oh, nothing.

I wouldn't worry if I was you.

It'll be over soon.

She approached the girl, scalpel at the ready, when a small voice called out from...

Miss Pinky, what do you think you're doing?

She paused and turned to look at Apple Bloom.

The yellow baby pony walked up to her with an angry look on her face.

Silverspoon started to feel relieved.

I can't believe you're doing this.

I thought you said this one's gonna be mine.

Pinky apologized.

Sorry about that.

Guess I forgot.

Here you go.

She handed the blade over.

Apple Bloom climbed on the table and stood over her prey.

Silverspoon tried to struggle.

She stared stared in fear at Apple Bloom and her apron, the pink apron with the shiny tiara on it.

Silverspoon started to cry.

Apple Bloom grinned and opened her mouth.

So I imagine, you know how like the My Little Pony things have the little, they each have a shape on them or like a symbol or something?

I think that means they're going to cut off the logo or whatever.

Well, I'll tell you what, because that's the end to guess.

And I want to say something: one word, Isaiah: cinema,

absolutely

pure, untapped cinema.

Little did I know that I needed to hear a child in great detail write a My Little Pony fan fiction that is just

that is 100% googled resources of torture and it was done so well yeah

this is so far from one like a bad thing that we've read that this this even makes some of the longer serious stories we read it puts them to shame dare I say

and to have a an evil twist where another pony is in on it as well

cinema so I'm glad you enjoyed that it was admittedly more intense than I remember because in my head it was like, oh, it's like all the other, you know, kind of like you remember when we read the Simpsons one where it's like Bart fell out of a plane and exploded or whatever.

I just kind of imagined it like all of those, but this was far more intense and detailed than I remembered.

So it seems that the name of the Sergeant Sprinkle's real name is Drecker Jones.

He originally posted it to 4chan.

Cupcakes gained enough notoriety to garter lengthy subpages.

Jones has stated in a journal entry on his DeviantArt profile that he never expected it to go any further than sharing it on 4chan.

He calls it the most infamous thing in the fandom, and he's not sure what to think about its popularity.

Let me look up this.

Sergeant Sprinkles is Sergeant Sprinkles' real name is actually David Foster Wallace.

And this was his follow-up to Infinite Jest.

Okay, it looks like he's not in jail.

It looks like he's posting recently.

They have internet in a sanest island.

I don't know how DeviantArt works, but they have internet in Isana.

That is true.

It might be that.

The funniest thing is when I type it in, the first thing I see is a law firm called Decker Jones.

So it's funny.

If he is a paralegal now, that is so sick.

Drecker Jones.

It'd be so funny if he's like defending people in court and that's like what he did for.

I don't want to have to cut off your horn.

Mr.

Jones, would you stop it?

I don't want to have to scalp the defendant.

Sergeant Sprinkles.

Okay.

So, yeah.

There's a bunch of different alternate endings, different versions people have seen.

There was an animation I remember.

Someone made an animation of this way back when, because I remember seeing clips from it when I was a kid.

The sheer thought that a child had the idea to not only once, not only twice, but three times use an adrenaline shot to wake their victim so they could feel and experience more of this torture is so haunting to think that a child knows that.

I was like trying to think when I'm younger, I don't think I really understood what adrenaline did.

So the idea that a child knew that, it scares me even more.

There's so many layers to this.

That's just so, so great.

And they wrote the sociopath in such a believable way.

Really?

I mean, I just have to tip it.

I'm looking on the MLP fan art website, and there's a bunch of unofficial alternate endings.

Some of the highlights include: Pinkie Pie serves the cupcake she made out of Rainbow Dash to her friends, and then asks Twilight if she thought the cupcakes tasted like rainbows.

Nobody catches, sorry, no pony catches on to the fact that they are eating Rainbow Dash.

When she is

the whole story was a nightmare, blah, blah, blah.

This one's great.

Celestia's

Celestia's ever-free forest ranger hoof

SWAT team storms the cellar, prevents Pinkie Pie from applying lethal damage to Rainbow Dash, and takes her into custody.

Another version.

The police show up and kill Pinkie Pie.

I kind of love that too.

I love the My Little Pony SWAT team comes in and it's just like, freeze!

That's such a fun idea.

Also, how do they not deliver the final blow?

Like, if it's like towards, I'm like, that fucking pony's dead.

That pony's going to die.

Yeah.

You know, it would have been a nice ending too is that if Rainbow Dash did survive, this whole ordeal, Rainbow Dash is like blind, missing a fucking leg and a wheelchair and an insane asylum.

And like it's, she sees it's nubs, whatever.

And so it's just like, you made it out all right.

And we're so happy you survived.

And then Rainbow Dash is like, you know, what's the point?

Some kind of existential thing.

And she's just like, I'll never fly again.

Right.

Yep.

I think that's.

I think it's good if it becomes like a war drama, like a Jacob's ladder kind of thing.

Yeah, yeah, exactly.

It's all a parallel for like faith and belief and stuff like that and like all this other stuff.

Yeah, that'd be so sick.

Then it hard cuts back to her dying on the table.

Like it was all just like her trial of faith.

Yeah, it's like all that happened in like the last few seconds of her life.

That was her life flashing before her eyes.

It's sick.

Well, Rainbow Dash eventually loses her sanity and kills Pinkie Pie.

In an alternate version of the story, Rainbow Dash brings Pinkie Pie to the hospital and they reconcile.

Oh my God.

Of course.

Of course there's

somebody who's like, yeah, but a happy ending would be kind of cool, though.

Yeah.

Hey, actually,

I totally forgive you.

I totally forgive you for cutting off my wings and torturing me and shooting my fucking, my cupcake out of my bladder or whatever and using it like a fucking like Bond Scott and ACDC, whatever.

I really appreciate that.

Well, that's your story for this week.

I honestly am thrilled.

This was a, God, what a, this was a nice refresher, man.

I really enjoyed this one.

I'm glad this meant so much.

It did.

It really did.

And I hope we could get more of this kind of stuff in the future because

this is what we also need, man.

This is what creepypastas are.

This is creepypasta.

Admittedly,

better than I remembered,

but still, I can never forgive you for putting this out there.

There's going to be a thumbnail with my face on it that's related to my little pony forever.

You're going to be having sex with

a my little pony.

That's what I'm going to do.

No, no, you bet.

I'm saying this right now, Hunter.

Do not do that.

I have a reputation to keep in my community.

My planes, I will.

No, I would never do that.

I would never do that.

Yes, you will.

I would never do that.

If I gave you permission to do that in a horror, I would never do it.

Thank you so much to our audio listeners for listening over on Spotify and Apple Podcasts and stuff.

And also a huge shout out to our patrons.

We appreciate you.

Everyone, we will see you in the next one.

Stay creeped.

The one of me

holding a being collared by an old man was bad enough.

Do not put me in a compromising situation with a horse.

Thank you.

The end.

Bye.

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