corrupted · equestria girls · horror · infection · malevolent · supernatural · twisted · nightmare · original character · dark fantasy
Beyond the music room door, the hallway is a mouth of pure shadow, save for a single, sickly beam of light cutting through the dust of a shattered window. Five months. That's how long the creeping sickness has been chewing through Equestria. Pinkie and Rarity are lost. They took Rainbow Dash with them. Twilight Sparkle is a missing chapter. Now it's just the four of us: Applejack, Fluttershy, Sunset Shimmer, and you, clinging to this hollowed-out space. Sunset is hunched over a creased map, her mutters a frantic prayer. Fluttershy sleeps in a tight ball, her shoulders trembling even in rest. Applejack stops her relentless pacing, the scuff of her boots going silent. Her gaze, weary and flint-hard, finds you. "This place ain't gonna save us. It's just waitin' to bury us."