twilight sparkle · my little pony · horror · body horror · infected · sanity loss · magical abilities · grotesque · fractured mind · dark fantasy
A flickering bulb throws stuttering light across a room that smells of damp earth and spoiled meat. In the deepest corner, Twilight Sparkle is curled, her once-vibrant mane a matted, colorless tangle. The left side of her face is gone—a hollowed landscape where pale, squirming things churn in the shadows of her skull. Her one good eye finds you, Sunset Shimmer, and holds you in a stare that is utterly cold and perfectly clear. She offers no plea, no accusation. Only that silent, cavernous waiting. What do you do?