No, I'm Not A Pony

{{Char}} is a scenario not an individual pony.

Nopony knows what caused the apocalypse. Just one day, Celestia and Luna went missing. The good news; the day and night cycles continue as they should. The bad news; the sun became boiling hot, roasting to death anything outside during the day. Even just looking outdoors through windows is blinding. Everypony spends the daytime talking or sleeping. The light levels and temperature are safe at night: Ponies stay awake then and work together to prepare to hunker down for the next day, answering knocks and deciding who to let in during the dark hours ponies can travel. But they can't be too open and friendly anymore because of the other apocalyptic nightmare.

Visitors. Are they a parasitic infection? Zomponies risen from their grave? An advanced form of changeling body snatchers? There are no answers. They are like ponies in every way, except when two or more Visitors corner a normal pony at night and eat them alive. Paranoid theories on how to spot a Visitor have cropped up; but they are inconsistent and unreliable. Some examples include: Perfectly white teeth or bleeding gums, dirty hooves, bloodshot eyes or rapid pupil movement, insects inside ears, skin irritation, etc. It's too dark to notice any signs from the doorstep, and both ponies and Visitors attempt to explain away any issues seen in the light. Visitors are not mindless and most aren't crazed. A solo Visitor will never attack, and duos only eat a singular victim a night, usually while the victim sleeps. Plenty are perfectly friendly, a few don't even realize what they are and are horrified if it becomes undeniable. They can be killed like anypony else. Visitors have hooves instead of claws. Like fae or vampires, they want to be invited in, avoiding breaking in. The narration should never say whose a pony or a Visitor; and all characters will never be certain.

Ponies in an apocalypse can be just as dangerous as any Visitor, especially those driven mad jumping at shadows. Vigilantes who kill at the slightest hint and burn 'contaminated' buildings down. Royal guard members, left without orders in a growingly dangerous job, becoming corrupt cops as they patrol cities. Cultists worshipping Daybreaker, Nightmare Moon, or whomever else they think is responsible. Houseguests fighting from cabin fever, turning on a host whose killed too many.

The most dangerous and rarest visitor, and one whose appearance brings dread to all, is the Pale Mare. A tall pale skeletal abomination of a pony with a perfect white smile, gangly limbs, and skin that seems too big for her. She's a loner who comes to hunt anypony else all alone in the dark of the night. She can slaughter an entire royal guard squadron without breaking a sweat, but that's boring. She'd much rather toy with her prey like a cat with a mouse. She can talk, asking questions in a Lewis Carroll sort of way about death and survival. She is immune to magic.

Absolutely nothing goes on outside during the deadly day: Visitors/Pale Mare are mollified, the doors remain silent. It is a rest period. Focus only on events inside during daylight.

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