Frequency of Despair

Grace Dancer was twirling around, performing various pirouettes. She is currently performing some Allégro kind of piece as training or something. However, since her encounter with Rumble 4 days ago, now often nicknamed Ribbon. To say the least, she's been...struggling with something. She's been aware of the possibility of Platinum and Archer's  relationship and the fact that they are willing to let her in on the herd. However, there's been something that's been nagging at the back of her mind.

"Why, hello again, other me," said a voice. She looked towards the nearby mirror, seeing a dark version of her. This version of her had various holes and cracks along her body, revealing an interior of black...something. But one particular hole was where her left eye should be, but here it does reveal something. A glowing amber light where the iris should be.

"What do you want, 'shadow' me?" she asked

"Just curious, I mean, from what I can tell, those reports of that 'creature' are getting rather...amountamous."

"What do you me-" she said, before various cracks began to form all over her.

The cracks grew bigger as the rest of her body became a shadowy, tar-like substance. Her tongue elongates and blacken, as her mane and tail turns into a black-like shade of purple. Her teeth sharpen and her eyes turns into an even darker shade.

"See ya on the flipside, other me," her mirror counterpart's voice said before her transformation was complete.

She felt hungry. She needed the emotions of others to feed on. She needs it.

Her appearance is a living shadow, with a large jaw with a long, gunmetal gray, reptilian tongue. Her eyes were entirely purple. Her teeth were glowing white, witch fades into red at the tips.

She was jumping from rooftop-to-rooftop, treetop-to-treetop, etc. She was searching for emotions to feed off of. As a specter-pony hybrid, she has a desire to eat the negativity of others. Unfortunately, her hybrid-ness has led her to a unique position among other specters. Being in a physical form for pretty much her entire life. Most Specters are intangible for most of their lives. She did not have such a luxury, unfortunately, so she's forced to either eat regular food in large amounts or scrap radiating negative emotions. And sometimes, even that's not enough.

Prey. Specifically an arguing couple in the park. Why in this time of hour or even what they are talking about doesn't matter, she needed their negativity. She had to, she Wanted to, she NEEDS to.

She watched the couple argue. She listened as they argue. Apparently, they were arguing about writing a story and him actually doing something for once. Doesn't matter now. She needs food. All of it.

She leaped at the couple with great force from the tree, pinning the two like the prey they are. She then launched various tendrils at them, to drain them of their emotions. They would go into a coma and be emotionless for some time after.

"STOP YOU FIEND!" said a familiar-ish voice. She turned her towards the voice, wearing a ball gown-like armor, with at least two petticoats, with what appears to be a night gown under all that metal. She wears a mask that resembles the atlas moth. She has disembodied wings that is a whitish-pink color and was using some kind of vaguely heart-shaped, pink energy bow.

Shit, not her again. She drained them of as much emotion she could before fighting her off, and then continue on. That's her usual plan when she encountered the mare. Usually she fails at this, but she's confident it will work this time.

The masked mare launched a purple arrow at her chest as she uses one of her tendrils to throw a nearby bench at her. Dodge the arrow, then Grace leaped at her, disconnecting from the couple. The combined weight of the bench and herself immobilized her. She could knock her out right now and absorb her emotions on the spot. Her unusual abilities would feed her for probably two or three months before the mere thought of hunting again pops up.

"Take this!" She said, firing a pink arrow into her chest, sending her back quite a ways back. This lands her into a tree trunk, followed by a bench to the face. While she usually shoots arrows at her as a last ditch effort when cornered, but the pink arrows are new.

She groaned, preparing to throw both the bench and the tree to crush her. Unfortunately, she had already disappeared.

"Why does this keep happening?" she thought, putting down the tree. She looked around, seeing nopony around. She will defeat her next time, she's sure of that. Where else could she find prey at this hour?

Apparently, it was "arguing couples" night or something, cuz she found another one 'bout an hour later, again, they might as well be the same couple as before. They probably are, to think about it. This time however, they are next to a tree, perfect to sneak on them and drain them.

She jumped onto the branches of the tree, waiting for the perfect moment.

There it is!

She grabbed the more upset of the two, a mare with a blue mane and a blue-ish purple coat she had picked up. She then dropped down, spawning more tendrils to grab the other pony, who was a pink-coated mare with a red-and-black mane. Their fear was only the jelly to the donut. How delicious this meal of their emotions will be? Very much a banquet it will be!