"Your time has come."
>Those ominous words were addressed directly to you in the Discord chat.
>Attached above the message was an embedded link to a transformation sequence featuring a familiar pink pony.
>The artwork was incredibly detailed, showing every excruciating moment of Pinkie Pie's transformation.
>The artist's previous sequences from this series had been impressive enough, with Nightmare Moon's curse upon the Castle of the Two Sisters turning Rainbow Dash into a menacing vulture gargoyle and Rarity into an elaborate serpent fountain made of stone.
>But this... this was something else entirely.
>You had jokingly stated that "anything that happens to Pinkie Pie will happen to you", partly because of your curiosity to see what fate Nightmare Moon had in store for her.
>And now here she is, being turned into an imposing suit of plate armor.
>That's when it happens.
>A jolt of purple, starry magic shoots out from your phone screen, enveloping your form completely.
>The magic seems to pulse with malevolent intent as it begins to have its way with you.
>A faint red glow begins to emit from your eyes, pupils contracting into pinpricks in shock.
>You watch helplessly as your body begins to change, your arms and legs reshaping themselves into hollow metal shells that resemble pony hooves.
>Your fingers merge into three cruel spurs from the hooftips, made to resemble claws.
>The transformation is painless, but the sensation of your flesh being replaced by cold metal sends shivers down your spine.
>You feel your cheeks begin to grow numb, and soon enough, they begin to extend out into sharp points, your face contorting into a fixed, gritted smile.
>Your shoulders and elbows extend out into sharp points as well.
>Chain mail and leather begins to manifest over your changing form, thighs flattening into solid plates where your hips had once been.
>The world around you seems to shift and blur, melting away to be replaced by stone walls and dark corridors.
>You suddenly find yourself in what appeared to be the ancient Castle of the Two Sisters, standing on a stone plinth in a long, dark hallway.
>There is another empty plinth beside you, seemingly waiting for someone.
>The starry purple magic begins to pull you down onto all fours, fixed onto the plinth.
>Although you could still move on your own, the very thought of doing so began to feel... unnecessary, for some reason.
>Magical tendrils manifest the haft of a large battle axe, and you find your outstretched limb coming to rest around the weapon.
>A strange emptiness begins to spread through your body, as if your internal organs were just... simply ceasing to exist.
>The emptiness seems to call out for something... or someone... to fill it.
>That's when the realization crashes over you like a tidal wave.
>You were becoming the armor.
>Your joking words had become a curse, and now you were suffering the same fate as Pinkie Pie in that transformation sequence.
>You attempt to look down at yourself, but your body feels increasingly stiff, resistant to movement.
>If only you had someone to help... someone to wear you and guide your movements.
>Your lips harden, and your teeth begin to stretch into a grill-like visor, perfect for a future wearer to see through.
>But if that was where they would see from, what about the eyes?
>You quickly get your answer as your eye sockets darken and recede entirely, leaving only those glowing red points of light.
>Your ears crackle and shift, changing into pony-shaped ear guards on top of your increasingly helmet-like head.
>The dark eye sockets begin to migrate to your ears, forming holes for a pony's ears to poke out from.
>Your half-transformed head manages to creak one last glance at what you've become.
>Deep inside what little remained of your consciousness, you realize you have a choice.
>You could fight against this transformation, struggle against your fate.
>Or... you could just give in, become lost forever in this dark castle hallway.
>Although, did you even have enough energy left to resist anymore?
>The concept of being worn, of moving only at another's will, was becoming more appealing with each passing second.
>It was beginning to feel right in a way you couldn't explain.
>Not like you actually COULD explain, even if you wanted to.
>Slowly, deliberately, you shift your rigid head forward one final time, straightening into an alert posture.
>And then, you let go.
>Completely surrendering yourself to the transformation, you let it strip away the last vestiges of your humanity.
>It feels... calm, actually.
>Peaceful.
>With the last of your fleeting thoughts, you wonder if this contentment is how Pinkie Pie felt when she transformed into the armor in that sequence.
>Your head stiffens into a hollow shell, the eye sockets fully melding with the ear holes, leaving only a perfect metal helmet for a pony to wear.
>Concepts of identity begin to fade away, and you let them.
>After all, you weren't meant to have an identity, other than the identity of your wearer.
>You were an it, and it was armor.
>A puppet moved by an internal master.
>Armor is not meant to move, unless moved by the will of its master.
>It is simply armor.
>A vessel waiting to be filled.
>Armor have no thoughts, master will think for it.
>It is armor.
>Armor... have...
...
>Two red wisps of light evaporate, leaving behind a perfect suit of pony-sized plate armor, standing proudly on display within the depths of the Castle of the Two Sisters.
>There is a faint sound in the distance: the sound of hooves bouncing along the stone floor, completely unaware of the impending doom ahead.
>A high-pitched, cheerful voice echoes down the corridor.
"SPOOKY ECHO!!!" (SPOOKY ECHO!!! SPOOKY ECHO!!!)
>Standing before the pink pony is a long, echo-y hallway.
>Pinkie likes long, echo-y hallways.
>Especially spooky ones.
>Very thematic.