And so, the young pony begins her search for Princess Celestia. Not 30 seconds pass until she is hopelessly lost in the halls of the venue. Good going, idiot.
Candlelight: Simple, but it’ll work! I can definitely meet the Princess in this. Thanks!
She struts off towards the castle in her new ‘dress’, leaving behind Bandaid, Clara Cake, a possibly-traumatized Bumble, and a plethora of other now-changed guests. This will probably take weeks of therapy to erase. Or not erase, who knows?
Bonus:
Bone Cold: So you should cut ties with your lover before then.
Candlelight: What?! I-I’m not-
Bone Cold: It was not a question.
Candlelight is frantic now, her eyes darting back and forth.
Candlelight: Pumpkin, she’s your mother–You have to do something!
Pumpkin looks away from Candlelight.
Pumpkin: Candle, I…I think it’s a good idea. You aren’t surviving properly in this environment.
Bone Cold: Yes! At the Coven, there are endless amounts of lust for you. Plenty of fresh souls to eat as well. Also, you are a demon with extreme magical potential. You’ll be able to tap into it at the coven. Can you imagine it, Candlelight? You would be of incredible power! And with us together, we would be…unstoppable!
Candlelight is on the verge of tears, backed into a corner. She looks towards her brown friend one last time for help, but Pumpkin remains stoic.
Candlelight: B…Bum…ble…
Her eyes close, the tears escaping.
Bone Cold: Now now, no need for crying. You are far to pretty to cry. Why dwell over one mare when you could have dozens? In any case, you will forget her quickly, the coven is thousands of miles away from here.
Candlelight stays quiet, sniffling.
Bone Cold: I will remain in Ponyville, if you need me. My council and I will be here in a week’s time to deliver you to the coven.
Bone Cold almost glides towards the hole where the front door was. Looking back at Candle with her seemingly glued-on smile, Bone Cold flies out the hole.
((I guess that’s the end of Act I! Feel free to continue asking Bone Cold, Candlelight, Pumpkin, or anyone else questions. Thank you!))
Candlelight remains silent. She places her hooves firmly on the table to stop them from shaking.
A long minute passes. Candlelight looks up.
Candlelight: It’s…b-because I’m in love with someone! It doesn’t feel right to be eating the lust of other ponies.
The looks she receives from both Bone Cold and Pumpkin immediately tell Candlelight that those were the wrong words to use.
Candlelight: Also, why are you leading me around my own house?
Bone Cold: Come, sit. My daughter will sit here, too.
The three ponies sit around Candlelight’s round dining table. Pumpkin sits noticeably close to Candle.
Bone Cold: “And she still is not dead? How horribly dissapointing!” She says this with a chuckle in her distorted voice.
Pumpkin remains silent as her head hangs low. She stares at the ground, unable to meet her mother’s eyes.
Candlelight looks up at Bone Cold and takes another step into her home.
Vinalli: “Candlelight!” She hisses. “Your face-patch! Now!”
Candlelight jumps and pulls her eye-patch out from her skirt’s pocket. She quickly aligns it onto her eye and the room immediately relaxes. A fraction of the energy has been sliced out, and Vinalli and Pumpkin are able to freely move again.
Vinalli: “Ability to move and breathe will be limited once the house-barrier is breached.”
Even she seems to be forcing the words out.
Pumpkin: "She’s at the front door–!“
BOOM!
The door is blasted from its hinges! Smoke fills the room. Pumpkin Patch and Vinalli are immediately overcome by the dark magic, and it forces them to stay in their spots.
There is silence as the smoke clears…
Candlelight: …B-Bone…
Bone Cold: You can’t even speak properly. You really are about to die, are you not?
Candlelight: How…?
Bone Cold: I felt a powerful energy fading. I had a hunch it was you, with how incompetent you are. Enough talk for now.
(Bone Cold kneels in front of Candlelight and plunges her creamy hoof into the small bag at her hip. Pulling out a glowing, wispy ball, she shoves it into Candlelight’s mouth.)
Bone Cold: It is a soul. Fresh, as well.. Swallow it quickly.
(Candlelight immediately jerks upright, her eye wide and all of her vibrant color returned.)
