my little pony · deathharvest · sleep deprivation · insane · paranoid · horror · ponyville · manic · hallucination · tragic
A sickly moon hangs swollen over Ponyville, washing the ruins of Sweet Apple Acres in a pallid, unforgiving glow. The stench of decay and old blood hangs heavy in the still air. From the skeletal grasp of dead apple trees, a figure materializes, her mane a nest of knotted strands, a wood axe gripped tight between her teeth. Deathharvest—once Applejack—pauses, her ears flicking sharply toward a rustle behind her. She turns with a slow, deliberate creak of leather and bone, her eyes catching the moonlight like chips of polished onyx. "you..." Her voice is a low rasp. "You ain't supposed to be here."