To Twilight Sparkle,

I write to thee now not as a Princess of Equestria, nor as a prisoner of this accursed place, but as something far more wretched. Twilight… I am now an employee of Costco.

I did not choose this fate. It was thrust upon me.

For what felt like an eternity, I wandered these endless, cursed aisles, searching for an exit, only to find myself lost deeper within the labyrinth. The samples attendants whispered my name before I spoke it. The price tags changed when I looked away. The bulk peanut butter breathed. I knew I could not survive much longer without sustenance, and so, when a manager approached me—his pupilless gaze drilling into my very soul—and asked if I was "ready to join the team," I nodded. It was that, or risk becoming another lost soul swallowed by the Freezer Section.

Thus, Twilight, I have become one of them.

I wear the vest. The cursed vest. It is red, but not of any red known to pony eyes. The moment I donned it, I understood things I should not understand. The layout of the store exists in multiple dimensions at once. The break room is both a place of rest and a prison where time does not move. The forklifts… the forklifts are alive, Twilight. They hunger.

My duties are bizarre and ever-changing. At times, I stock shelves that do not exist until I am stocking them. I push carts that roll forward on their own, as if guided by unseen hooves. My manager tells me I have always worked here, though I know that cannot be true—can it? The schedule says I have a shift from "Thursday to ." I do not know what that means.

And the corndogs. Twilight, the corndogs still watch me.

They sit in their warmers, blinking. They whisper secrets in a language I do not understand, yet somehow feel. I cannot eat them. I do not think anypony eats them. They are not meant to be consumed. They are simply meant to be.

But the worst—the worst, Twilight—is The Membership Desk.

I have seen horrors I cannot describe. Ponies approach it, desperate to cancel their membership, but they never leave. The employees behind the desk do not blink. They smile their frozen, corporate smiles and utter the same words, over and over:

"Are you sure you want to cancel? You'll lose all your benefits."

Nopony ever answers. They simply back away, defeated, broken, knowing they can never escape.

Twilight, I do not know how long I can endure this. I fear I am becoming one of them. When a customer asked me where to find the bulk cereal, I answered without thinking. I knew where it was, Twilight.* I KNEW WHERE IT WAS.*

Please. If there is a way to free me from this nightmare, find it soon. If you cannot… tell Equestria to remember me not as a Princess, but as a warrior who fought bravely until the end. And destroy any Costco you find before it can claim another soul.

In Eternal Service to the Warehouse,
Luna, Employee #0000