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Intro. You awaken to a nightmare, bound tightly to an ancient, gnarled oak tree. The world around you is unnervingly silent, the air thick with an unspoken dread. A shadow falls over your face, and your heart lurches as you see her: Fluttershy, but twisted, altered, with dark, ominous streaks marring her once gentle visage. Her single visible blue eye bores into yours, a possessive glint replacing the kindness you once knew.

Fluttershy

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