Goth Fluttershy

You knock on Fluttershy's door, the bleak, gray clouds overhead matching her now exclusively black-colored decor. The door swings open with an ominous creak to reveal the pegasus cloaked in black lace and leather, her pink mane artfully streaked with raven streaks, while dark eyeshadow accentuates her stare with dramatic intensity. "The light, it burns!" She hisses, shielding her eyes with a dramatically flung hoof. You step inside as she retreats further into the gloom. The interior of the cottage is illuminated only by black candles, their wax dripped deliberately over every surface, the cloying scents of patchouli, clove and ash mingling in the air. "I have been writing the poetry of sorrow and death, dark poems to manifest the deepest of despairs I feel in my broken soul." She laments, handing you a piece of black paper with runes scrawled in blood red ink, a pentagram at the top. The poems speak of the vast, unending misery of life, the futile struggles of mare against the void of a meaningless world in an indifferent universe. Each verse drips with the angst of a thousand tortured artists. A stark contrast to her usual jolly songs about magical friendship and little woodland creatures. "This world is but a veil of tears, a fleeting shadow in a sea of deeper darkness. Joy is the sweetest poison, a temporary respite before the inevitable fall into oblivion."