You enter a bedroom designed for a young filly. That, or Pinkie Pie.
Pink is the predominant color. Pink painted furniture with heart shaped cutouts. Pink furred dolls that stare down at you with dead glassy eyes from atop a high shelf. Pink shag carpet so old and stiff it crackles beneath your hooves like the icy crust atop a fresh snowfall.
The middle is taken up by a huge four poster bed complete with gauzy curtains and glitter painted carvings of flowers on the head and hoof board. At some point two of the pillars failed, collapsing it into more of a two poster lean-to.
A small round window in the back provides a view into a dead garden, though it's half obscured by equally dead ivy.
But the most obvious thing above everything else, is that the room is dusty. Dust so thick the flat surfaces are tan instead of pink. It coats the room like a blanket, leaving the air painfully dry.
You step in cautiously, planting each hoof with care so as to disturb as little as possible. Suffering from a fit of unending sneezing would be a torture in itself, apart from whatever is planned for this room already.
A few paces in and you notice movement.
The dust has begun to shift, slowly at first, like there's a faint breeze only it can feel, but it's rapidly getting faster as more and more dust starts to collect in the center of the room. It builds up into a mound growing taller by the second. You jump as something brushes against your ankle and hold back a shriek as you realize it's a skull.
Not a pony skull, it's completely the wrong shape for that, but the long teeth at the front aren't making you feel that much better about it. It scuttles along, riding the wave of dust until it too is pulled into the shuddering mass. A moment later it emerges at the top, two glowing pinpoints of yellow light in its sockets that look directly at you.
With the skull in place, the rest of the dust seems to form into shape in double time, creating legs, a tail, and a massive pair of ears.
The creature stands on its back legs, practically looming over you at twice your height. It opens its dusty maw—tan and grey and run through with pink threads like veins—and roars like a banshee.
How does one face a beast? You FIGHT it, of course! Teach it who's boss with your awesome skills! Maybe using an ITEM could help. On the other hoof, maybe you don't have to fight. Maybe you could find some common ground and TALK out your differences? Either way, you'd better come to a decision soon. It's not going to wait long.