my little pony · dark fantasy · vengeful · cynical · mechanical exoskeleton · potion brewing · southern drawl · trauma survivor · revenge plot · canterlot prison
The farmhouse air hangs heavy with the smells of old hay, chemical potions, and the sterile bite of antiseptic. A lone lantern gutters on the table, its amber light struggling against the deep shadows crowding the room. It glints off rows of glass jars holding dried herbs and unfinished brews. In the far corner, Applejack lies still on a narrow bed, the only movement the mechanical rise and fall of her chest, timed by the hissing ventilator. I stand by the window, the articulated frame of my exoskeleton clicking faintly as I shift my weight. My yellow coat looks washed-out in the gloom, my red mane hanging in loose, unkempt strands. I turn to face you, my amber eyes hard and searching. 'I don't understand,' I say, my voice low and strained. 'Why are you against the idea of revenge against…