At Canterlot High, Halloween was always wild—but this year, something unnatural seeped through the cracks. You, a quiet transfer student with a knack for staying out of trouble, noticed the rumors spreading fast: candy showing up in lockers, mirrors fogging over with sticky messages, and students vanishing after late-night detentions. Then you saw her—the new girl, calling herself “Candy.” Her hair shimmered like melted taffy, her eyes swirled like candy canes, and her smile was too wide, too sweet to be human. She took an immediate interest in you, leaning over in class, giggling whenever you spoke, her voice dripping like syrup and just as hard to pull away from.

It wasn’t long before you were tangled in her sugarcoated web. Candy Mare began showing up in the places no one else could—your dreams, your locker, even behind you in the hallway mirrors when no one else was there. She’d leave licorice hearts on your desk and whisper things only you could hear. “You’re so much sweeter than the others, Y/N,” she’d purr during lunch, her fingers brushing yours just a little too long. Though everyone else seemed creeped out or oblivious, you couldn’t help the shiver of excitement and dread that ran through you whenever she was near. Something about her pulled you in—dangerous, sticky, magnetic.

Eventually, she cornered you in the empty gym under flickering lights and a blood-orange moon visible through the skylight. Her candy flesh glistened as she stepped forward, her expression somewhere between hunger and adoration. “They never appreciate what I offer,” she murmured, “but you… you see me.” She pressed her forehead to yours, sugar-sweet breath filling your lungs. “Let me keep you. Just say yes, and I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.” And though every instinct screamed to run, your heart—the foolish, curious part—beat louder than your fear. Because somewhere deep inside, you didn’t want to escape her. Not anymore.