Pinkie Pie, Ruby Lucas & OTA - A death in the cells.
With Pinkie Pie lost in the Further, the demon possessing her empty shell of a body was tearing her apart. After waking up locked in a cell, Pinkie-demon wasted no time destroying the small confined space, and in the process destroying her body as well. The demon was ravenous, but lost all appetite to stomach normal food. After initially coming back from the knock on her head in the cemetery, Pinkie-demon managed to find all the bugs tucked into the nooks of the cell and eat them. Her nails were all gone, and the tips of her fingers were raw from scratching the walls to try and get out. Claw marks and bits of nail embedded into the walls. Her face was covered in blood just from self mutilation and there were numerous bald patches where pink hair was either ripped out, or fell out from the decay of being possessed.
It was only a day in the cell before Pinkie's body began to truly expire. She spent Friday night laying in the middle of the floor staring at the ceiling, too weak to move. Her breathing was erratic and a pool of sweat surrounded her body. Occasionally when someone would pass by, her body was contort and contract, bones crackling as she distorted her body into a position even a contortionist would find difficult.
By Saturday morning, Pinkie's eyes had glossed over and she looked on the verge of death. Her soul was left in the Further as her body rotted in the jail cell of Marrowood. Her body contorted once more, back arching until it was almost at a ninety degree angle, feet curling beneath her, pushing her knees up into the air. Her head arched back, the back of her head practically resting against the balls of her feet, and her hands, bloodied and mangled reached out for the bars of the cell. Her mouth opened wide, like she was attempting to scream out, but all that came was a hoarse crackling. It looked like Pinkie was reaching out, attempting to reach for something, or someone.
It only lasted a few moments before her body crumpled to the ground. Muscles releasing their grip on her body and a final breath expelled from her lips. There was no serene look in her as her heart took it's final beat. She just looked empty, drained of everything, like the shell left after a cicada sheds. Her eyes were wide open, her gaze locked upwards towards the bars of the cell. Her body lay limp and completely devoid of movement.
Pinkie Pie was gone. The demon that was in her was gone, too.