Something is on the loose. Its after them, and those ponies have suffered losses they cannot afford. Whatever this thing is, it cant be stopped, and it doesn't stop. It is relentless, it is a hunter. Only one of them has seen it, and shes nearly dead. She cant say anything, her eyes are fixed with terror. Hour after hour she lies in her bed at the hospital, praying silently that... it... doesn't come back. She is a sitting duck in there, and there's nothing I can do. Her mane is now a mangled mess, her wings a shredded memorial of what once was. I can't believe I'm saying this, but that ... thing... is the most powerful horror ever conceived. I can't help her, she's gone.
-Discord, investigation of Fluttershy