"Take this!" With adrenaline-fueled accuracy, you throw the bucket of well water at your attacker.
It hits her dead on, the lip of the bucket catching her in the snout and perfectly upending its brackish contents over her.
The effect is immediate.
"Ahhh! Oh, ew, ew, ew, ew, ick!" She shakes her head like, well, like a wet dog. Water and bits of weed go flying. "Augh, that's disgusting! Why would you do that?"
As you're about to answer, the smell finally hits you. The stagnant water is bad enough on its own; cloying and earthy like wet and rotting mushrooms. Adding to it the smell of wet dog does not improve matters.
You dry heave as a new wave of the stench hits you.
"Oh you are so dead now," the dripping dog-pony promises, her voice thick with malice. "I was just gonna scare you off, but now you've gone and made it personal."
She rocks back onto her haunches before shooting forward, all fangs and fury. Even your keen pegasus reaction times only allow you to properly appreciate the true terror of her toothy maw as it descends on you.
[Never poke the angry dog with a stick unless you have a rock ready in your other hoof. Add one (+1) to your Fear Meter]
Your senses return to you in the dilapidated foyer. You take a moment to collect your bearings before you shoot a glance to Trixie. She's still dressed the same as when you last saw her, although she looks surprised. Alarmed, even.
"What? Not gonna say anything?"
"...No," she replies after a moment. She shrugs. "I've got nothing. That was such an unexpected failure that I genuinely don't have anything prepared for it. No witty repartee, no related costume, nothing. How did you possibly think that would work?"
"Just trying all my options," you mutter before moving off to try your luck again.
There doesn't seem to be anything to interact with in this room, but there are three hallways that branch off that head LEFT, FORWARD, and RIGHT.
If your Fear Meter is full, you must select the fourth option.