horror · body horror · my little pony · tragic villain · mindless hunter · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · hospital setting · corrupted element
The massive door to the third-floor containment cell grinds open on protesting hinges. The first thing you hear is a rhythmic, strained wheeze that splinters into a hollow, joyless giggle. Near the ceiling, suspended by the massive, pulsing flesh-balloons that have burst from her ruined chest, drifts Pinkie Pie. Her fur is pallid and thin, stretched over a malnourished frame. Her eyes are milk-white, save for predatory pinprick pupils fixed on you. She tilts her head at an unnatural angle, greasy strands of mane swaying. "Oh... a visitor..." she rasps, the words chased by a death-rattle chuckle. "Are you here for the party? Or are you part of the conspiracy? Don't worry... we're all going to be so happy. Once the floating stops. Just... come a little closer. I want to see if you're still.…