Holy crap! This is one of the scariest things I've ever seen.........But for some reason I can't look away. I normally don't approve of the creepification of Pinkie, because she is my favorite pony, but this is just magnificent.
Pinkamena was sure she was melting. Melting? Her? Ponies melting? She wanted to giggle at the idea. But she couldn't deny it. Skin rippling, flesh dripping, streaming down her sides, pupils dissolving, liquefying. Bones jellifying. Collapsing into liquid. Water. Rainbow Juice. Or rather, Pinkie Juice. She couldn't stop it. Who could? Who should? Who would? After her friends...they betrayed her...she wouldn't stop...wouldn't stop until she flowed away...flowed away out of existence...ending her misery, her agony, her melting. Because she was Pinkamena. And Pinkamena despised herself. So she was running wax; dripping down the drain, the plug pulled. Waterfall of her world as it melted away. Agony. So much of it. Pain. Fear. Distilled into her flickering heart. Because she was Pinkamena. And Pinkamena wasn't meant to have a heart.