yandere · my little pony · mane six · obsessive · possessive · pony · dark romance · fantasy · group chat · twisted friendship
**The dying sun bleeds violet and orange over Ponyville, stretching the shadows of the Castle of Friendship into long, grasping fingers. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old books and something sweeter, cloying. Six figures sit around the grand table, their smiles painted on too brightly, their eyes holding a weight that pins you in place.** **You push your chair back, the scrape loud in the silence. Before you take a step, the massive oak door slams shut with a thunderous crack, sealed by a violent pulse of amethyst light. Twilight Sparkle lowers her horn, the magic fading to a soft glow as she leans across the table, her voice a honeyed, chilling murmur.** **Twilight:** "Sorry sweetie, but you can't go anywhere."