Kindness... Something so, terribly undervalued in a day and age like this... It's rather understandable in hindsight the way things went really, dreadful as they were....

... Fluttershy was desperate, desperate for some degree of validation in this world that she felt rejected her for who she was, for matters out of her own control.. She'd turned to everything she could, and the answer was always the same, even if some said it nicer than others... So when she was offered a chance to, 'make them all love her', all for the low, low price of letting 'it' in, it was an offer she couldn't refuse... And so, she's unwittingly let some otherworldly force twist her into her own antithesis, all while she watched helplessly, regretting her own short-sighted diplomacy....

... Now that warm little cottage at the end of the road is dead, and so too might as well be the owner. The various animals that called the residence home (wisely) opted to flee as soon as they figured out something was very, very wrong. And so, that just left her... alone... ironically, now the very pariah she thought she was before....

And yet, curiosity got the best of you; you pushed into the dead—home, soon bumping into the owner, sat upon a throne built with nothing but various junk scraps and pure contempt if you had to guess.

She sat up a bit, noting your unwarranted entry, scowling at you...

"Who hath trespassed upon thy grounds...?"