The teal unicorn walks closer to the enchanted door and proceeds to cast a spell to temporarily disable its enchantment. Her orange-yellow magic forms around the key card that’s in her shirt pocket, and she places the card on a scanning panel.
“Click”
The door clicks and slowly screeches open. She walks in with a tray of food on her back which consists of an apple, dandelion sandwich, and a bottle of water.
“I’m here with ya meal, Miss Pinkamena.” Her horn glows around the tray, and she places it carefully on the floor in front of the pony that resembles Pinkie.
The possessed pony tilts her head to the side as they look at the tired mare. “Why the tired eyes, Spiral Ward? You look like you haven’t slept in MoOnS…” The distorted voice says while the head twitches ever so slightly.
“Well I do have to work here every damn night.” Spiral Ward turns away from the daemonic presence and starts to trot off.
The small red irises trail up towards the door realizing that they have an opening to escape. “Well you won’t have to work another night.” Red magic that comes from small white horns on each side of her head begins to form around the neck of Spiral Ward.
Startled by the sudden turn of events she freezes in fear. “W-What are ya doin’, sick freak!?” Her legs begin to tremble, and her mouth starts to quiver.
“I’m giving you the GiFt of FrEeDoM.” The magic lifts the teal mare in the air with a swift cracking motion her limp body is tossed on the padded floor.
Due to the enchantment being disabled the possessed pony is now able to return to their former glory. “Now to dispose of our restraints” Their red aura turns black and enshrouds the pink pony in a huge black ball of energy. They let out a small cackle as the straightjacket is magically removed. The black energy dissipates to reveal a creepily elegant dress. The dress is held together by a burgundy choker with long dark red spikes. The dress itself is black with hot-pink trim. The mint-green ghostly faces of trapped souls are plastered all over the blackness of the dress. Each face is bound together by red chains. They have shoes to match. Upon the head of the devious pony is a black hat with a green top that resembles a cake. A single cyan feather with a yellow tip sticks out from the hat.
The soul of the lifeless mare that’s slumped in front of them leaves its body. “Another SoUl for our collection.” The soul gravitates helplessly towards the dress until it meets the black magical fabric. Another green face appears followed by more chains to join the others.
“Time to collect more.”