Pinkie Pie Creepy Novels & Stories

, Madam Pika called from outside and then I changed my mind, I don't want to like this it's annoying, maybe some things are better left I the dark, but that doesn't apply to me. Share your thoughts on this episode, vote like and follow, love you all!!! More love from Joycepen

You are Pinky and Pinky is not afraid of hands that don’t touch her. Inside a memory detonated without permission. Adrian at seventeen, reaching across a table to brush something from her hair, so casual, so unbothered, completely unaware of what it did to her. The same hands. Older now. Steadier. Infinitely more dangerous. Stop. “You’re getting greedy,” Pinky said. His hand lowered. Slowly. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I just know what I’m looking for.” I stepped into his space. His turn to hold still.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

"Rainbow cheesecake cupcakes? And a whole batch for my Ashley?" "That's right." "Well okay then. I'm gonna come by tomorrow to pick ‘em up." He said leaning down again to see past Kendra to Chloe. "Or you." "How come you get to call him Billy?" Chloe asked as Officer Pike got back into his patrol car and they drove off to the store. "Because he's afraid of me, as he should be," Kendra answered. When they got back, they made a mess of the kitchen as they whipped up some rainbow cheesecake cupcakes with food coloring and sprinkles and cream cheese everywhere.

"Everything I see makes me think of having sex with him." "I'm sorry, what?" Doris replied with a half-amused, half-surprised expression on her face. "Like have you noticed how phallic the pixies in Pixie Pastries are?" Horrified, Doris glanced at the pixies—which had zero resemblance to a phallus— standing almost four feet tall by each corner of the wall. Then, she regarded her friend obliquely. "No, I have not," she drawled. Okay, Doris was starting to worry about her friend, but then again, it was hard to endure the amusement she felt bubbling within her. She couldn't believe she was having this sort of conversation with Evelyn. Of all people.

"Absolutely not. That pie is a sugar bomb cream, bananas, crust, all loaded with the good stuff. Pair it with milk or juice, and you're overloading your systems. Water balances it out, keeps you hydrated, and prevents that post-pie crash. Trust me, I've got your best interests at heart." Grumbling under their breaths, they relented Gloria's reasoning was as solid as her baking, impossible to argue against. She started to rise, smoothing her apron dotted with flour from the afternoon's baking marathon. "Alright, you enjoy your Spongebob marathon. I'll dive into those dishes before the sink overflows like a bad infomercial." Annabel's hand darted out like a viper, grabbing Gloria's wrist with

No response. A thought occurred to me immediately after I walked into the room. I moved straight to the table and looked into the plate of pie. It was no longer got and it no longer had the likeness and impression of Dewey's face on it. I looked deeper into the pie half expecting it to morph into Dewey's face but it remained normal pie. I realized how crazy and completely stupid what I was doing sounded so I just left the pie alone and walked out of the room. I was still anxious and worried about Barbra but I knew I needed to check on Gretel first.

“Anyway, when we're ready. Or you are ready, we have an unending stream of guys that would die to just hang out with you.” “Janice would lose her shit. I can’t do that to her. We are piners.” Jessica popped her head in the kitchen and sniffs. “How on earth did you get it to smell like wet sock?” I knew the smell was off. I peer into the oven, it looks fine, smells fine too. “It's not from here. And thanks for the vote of confidence.” “Could it be from this?” she points to a lone slice of pumpkin pie sitting on the counter.

cutie pie squealed, 2 of the guys looked at me in awe and without thinking I returned the look with a mouthful of chips. " why are you sitting here " I asked as I gulped down the cola. The fittest one who I called brunette put his feet on the table and looked at me. " can we not baby girl" he asked, a shiver ran down my spine as the pet name registered in my brain, it reminds me of da.............. Crashing my train of thoughts I looked back up a little dazed, cutie pie and blondie didn't notice but brunette did. Leaning closer his face went rock hard .

Soon as I walked in, Mia would launch herself at me like a clingy kitten, rubbing her cheek against mine. "Mommy, I missed you sooo much." My heart? Puddle. Meanwhile, Darkblood Count had dinner on the table—six feet of terror in a pink heart apron. Total whiplash. He held my hand, all shy. "I... missed you too." The Chat Feed was losing it: [This family's too sweet. Makes me wanna join the game.] [You'd die in five minutes, shut up.]