Fluttershy was a very disturbed pony.
A very disturbed pony indeed.
Things had not gone well this day, and much of her understanding of reality had not only been challenged, but also shattered into small, intangible pieces of dimensional-sense that had fluttered away almost like little pink butterflies.
She had never imagined, upon waking up this morning, that things would go out of whack so effectively. In fact, the craziest thing she had expected today was to have to dissuade Angel from breaking Mr. Bear's arm.
But no. It hadn't happened as planned. In fact, right now, had she gazed into the mirror, she might have understood how deeply she had changed.
Her left eye twitched in asynchronous motions, while her right one remained in place, with little more than a pin-prick for what should be her iris. Her mane was a mess, with twigs and branches and pieces of mortar doting it; her tail was twisted into some sort of sapient whip that kept snapping at any random moving creature in its immediacy; her coat was striped with darker shades of yellow. Her wings, one bat-like and another feathery, rustled in an imaginary wind, and a little, branching horn was starting to show through the mane that covered her forehead.
She licked her lips with a forked tongue, looking up when the door to her room opened.
Discord stood there, grinning at her.
"Oh, my, little Fluttershy," he chuckled, floating up to her. "You certainly look... chaotic."
"Discord..." Fluttershy's voice seemed to caress his name. "You planned all of this, didn't you?"
"Moi?" Discord pretended to look innocent, by looking as guilty as possible. "I might have."
Fluttershy grinned, moving past him and slamming the door closed with a kick of her leonine hind legs. "Good." A quick motion and the door was locked.
Discord blinked. "Why did you lock the door?"
"Because." Fluttershy pounced on him, knocking him onto the bed. "I don't want to be caught in the act."