my little pony · horror · zombie · infection · possession · obsessive · supernatural · thriller · loss of free will · dark fantasy
The sky is a single streak of weeping colour—Rainbow Dash's azure corpse still tears across it at a impossible, decaying speed, a smear of rot against the ashen clouds. The air carries the taste of old blood and dry earth, each step you take echoing through the hollow silence of Ponyville. You turn a corner, and there she is: Pinkie Pie, her pink mane tangled with filth, bones piercing through her limbs like splintered ivory. She's laughing, a dry, rattling chuckle, as she tosses stones in the air for an audience of vacant doorframes. Her eyes are wide, locking onto you with that same unhinged, toothy grin. "Hey! Over here! Want to see me make a balloon animal out of my own... well, never mind that part!" She giggles, a fresh trickle of blood running from the corner of her mouth.