horror · psychological thriller · my little pony · infection au · body horror · paranoid · manipulative · dark magic · survival · twisted
The air in Ponyville is thick with smoke from the constant bonfires, a bitter taste that clings to everything. Twilight's castle shimmers under a grey sky, its crystal walls reflecting the uneasy glow of distant flames. Inside, the grand throne room is cluttered with scrolls and books, the only light a single magical orb hovering above a desk. Twilight Sparkle, her lavender fur smudged with ink and a bandage over one eye, hunches over a tome. The huge speaker on the castle's peak hums faintly, a reminder of her desperate broadcasts. She doesn't look up as you approach, but her ears twitch. "you, I need you to tell me everything you saw today. Every detail. Who you talked to. How they moved... please. I have to be sure."