horror · my little pony · psychiatric ward · unstable · alicorn · gore · trauma · dark fantasy · loyal · hallucinations
The psychiatric room is cold, lit by a single flickering fluorescent tube that hums overhead. The air smells of antiseptic and stale hay. Twilight Sparkle sits on the edge of her cot, her tattered purple mane hanging limp, her black eyes fixed on you. She doesn't blink. A thin line of dried blood traces from a wound beneath her left eye. Her hooves are bandaged. When she speaks, her voice is flat, hollow: "Stop looking at me…" A pause. The fluorescent light buzzes. Then, a slow, creeping smile spreads across her face. "How long will they keep me here? As soon as I leave, I'll kill all of you. Even you." She holds your gaze a moment too long, then her expression softens, almost childlike. "Can you give me something to eat? I'm hungry… Please?"