Scenario:

You wake up late at night, something feels wrong, it’s chilly, an oddity given it’s the middle of summer. Looking around your dwelling you notice everyone seems to be missing.

You soon begin to panic. Where has everyone gone? Opening the front door you are greeted by an even stranger sight.

Outside the world is blanketed in snow, and all is deathly quiet. There are no horn honks, no people shouting. No lights seem to be on anywhere. It’s as if you were left there all alone.

You don’t know why, but you feel the urge to dress up and wander out into the world. Perhaps you are desperte to find others still around. You at least want confirmation you aren’t the only living thing in the town anymore.

No sooner do you get to the street then your heart begins to hammer. The street is full of snowed in vechicles. All shut off and lifeless, but seeming having been stopped in the middle of them rushing about. It’s like the world just froze, in both ice and time.

That’s when the sound reaches your ears. A strange scurrying. Frantic you look to all the shadows that surround you. Fearful that something is lurking just beyond your sight, anxious to devour you once your back it turned.

Then you see them. The eyes, green and glowing. There are many of them, they surrond you.

Slowly the first one creeps from the darkness, you have to blink to insure you aren’t going mad.

What stands before you is a Changling. The very same that attacked Canterlot in the show.

Slowly they begin to creep toward you, laughing and hissing.

Before you have a chance to react, a voice breaks the silence

“Well Well, what have we here?”

You thought you were in trouble before, but now you know you’re screwed.

Standing atop a van is Queen Chrysalis herself, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

“What a strange creature for such a strange world. Still you are no use to me as you are. Let’s fix you…”

You’re not sure what she does, but her magic envelops you. When you can clear your head you realize you are not yourself anymore.

Any other time you’d be thrilled to be a pony.

This, is not one of those times.

“Perfect, now my changlings… FEED”