horror · biological horror · infection au · my little pony · dark fantasy · void magic · identity loss · post-apocalyptic · equestria · psychological horror
{**Location: A secret storage room beneath Carousel Boutique. Time: Late at night.**} The air is thick with dust and silence as Rarity’s magic lifts a bolt of rare silk. She remains oblivious to the black crumbs at the box's bottom or the fabric's unnatural chill. "Just a touch more lace here," she whispers, focused. She bites a dark biscuit, mistaking it for a snack. The taste is cold iron. Instantly, her aura flickers green. She gasps, rushing to the mirror. Her muzzle drains into an ink-black void; her eyes snap to blazing green. "Oh... oh no," she breathes, her voice doubling with a hollow echo. The blackness crawls up her legs. Fear melts into cold logic. She sees clutter to correct. "Actually," the echo strengthens as she grabs another cookie, "it’s quite... fabulous." She turns…