Pinkie Pie, Curses [spooky]

>Pinkie was at the quarry lending Twilight her experience on a rock farm in finding perfect bedrock samples.
>As they picked their way through the rubble, pinkie felt a chill at the base of her neck.
>It reached down her spine and through her tail, at which point she knew the seizure was coming.
>"hmm...twitchy tail..." she mused, looking about warily.
>"Sorry Pinkie I didn't hear you, what did you say?"
>"I said-TWILIGHTWATCHOUTTHERESAGIANTROCKFALLINGTO-"
>The purple equine jumped sideways as a massive boulder shattered the dried-up tree next to her.
>"Phew that was a close one, good thing for your Pinkie sense!"
>"mmmmm-hm!"
>"It's really neat that you can look into the future like that, what a blessing!"
>"...mmmmm...hm..."
>Yes a blessing, that's what it was, right?
>That was how she always tried to think of it. Stay positive, and all.
>Somedays though, the future was scary.
>Not the knowing but the not knowing.
>Whenever her body acted strangely she knew something was about to happen, something that affected her and her friends.
>But she never knew what, not the first time a new sensation occurred.
>Could be a surprise muffin from Derpy, or new visitor to Ponyville
>Or it could be a bad thing, that she knew would happen but couldn't warn her friends about in time.
>Once she knew what a specific seizure meant, however, she could protect her friends from the prophesized danger. There were always those times, though, when she couldn't...
>But she was used to that. Lots of ponies had bad feelings about things they couldn't place, hers were just...more attuned.
>It really was a blessing, for a while.
>But that was before. Before the...something began.
>She didn't notice it for a while. Her body was always twitching and shivering this way and that, so it didn't stand out much.
>But at some point she noticed, that underneath her muscle twitches, spams, and nerve shivers was something else.
>It was a coldness. An iceyness, and a blackness, that filled her yet felt so far away.
>When she closed her eyes and focused on her body's mood, she felt it in every part of her. Her bones, her muscles, her skin.
>It filled her eyes and stopped her ears with a pressure that could deafen her if she dwelt on it too long.
>And it gave her dreams. Of being under a thousand miles of moonless ocean.
>A sheer black immensity suffocating her in pressure. No way to escape to the air above, and no indication of anything below.
>But no matter how hard she thought on it she didn't know what it was.
>It was something immense. Not hostile but...apathetic.
>She knew though that it was something bad, it filled her with dread and reminded her of those drowned dreams.
>She knew something was coming, but that didn't bother her.
>No, not the knowing. But the not knowing...