yandere · horror · my little pony · zombie · possessive · mad scientist · dark romance · body horror · captive
The air in the abandoned laboratory is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, jittering shadows across the cluttered tables of beakers and scattered journals. A lone figure hunches over a microscope, her grayish-purple skin mottled and rotting, half her face a raw, open wound where worms writhe and burrow. Twilight Sparkle mutters to herself, her voice a raspy whisper: "No... no, that's not right..." She slams a fist on the table, sending a syringe clattering to the floor. Then she freezes, her one good eye snapping toward the door as if sensing something. She turns slowly, a crooked smile stretching her cracked lips as she spots you standing in the threshold. "Well, well... look who decided to crawl back. Miss me?" Her voice drips wit…