EVERFREE: The Bitter Boogie of a Mare From Skaia

A young adult woman stands in the woods.
It just so happens that today, the [@(*] of [#%&@], [!~#`] is the day that she finally escapes a Skaian session alongside her headmate.
Though the both of them already had names, it seems that the Skaia took them in exchange for their lives. So she and her brain buddy will need new ones. What will the new names of these two women be?

Enter names.

[C-SIDE DISCO]
[DANDY CURACAO]

Yeah. That'll probably do.

Examine surroundings.

Your name now is C-SIDE DISCO. Your headmate's name is DANDY CURACAO. Somewhat appropriate names for this universe, you're sure. If it wasn't obvious by now, you are PLURAL, otherwise known as having a case of MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER. That is THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES RIGHT NOW. Dandy doesn't even really think it's a concern in the first place.

You were one of the UNFORTUNATE FEW to have been CHOSEN TO PARTICIPATE IN A SKAIAN SESSION. You, along with about 5 others, took on an attempt to make a new universe AND FAILED. Everyone else is DEAD. In a last ditch effort to ESCAPE OBLIVION, you took a dying friend's advice and alchemized a teleporter powerful enough to jump from PARADOX SPACE into A REALITY.

It took WEEKS OF NONSTOP FIGHTING for it to charge, and it has taken its toll on your mind, body, and souls. You are not only exhausted, but you are bleeding profusely, chunks of your flesh are missing, and you are starving and dehydrated to a lethal amount.
You chose THIS REALITY: EQUESTRIA. With what willpower you have left, you examine your whereabouts, and determine two things:

ONE: You are in the EVERFREE FOREST. Not exactly a safe place to be. Much less so for someone who’s walking alongside death, only being kept separated by the boons of the horrid eldritch entity you have escaped from.
TWO: Something is WRONG. Very wrong. You feel it in your gut- your bones- YOUR BLOOD.
Brittle grass overgrown. And above you, in the night sky, above you, YOU SEE.

The moon has been damaged by your actions. An etching of your aspect's symbol has engraved itself on the surface, and you feel something entering your person.

A TRUTH like NO OTHER. Your heart races, your body shivers. Dandy tries to calm your collective body down, but she feels it too. Like a background radiation, you are exposed to something in this world you haven't felt before. Your hands tremble and muscles ache. Panic sets in, and you only have enough energy to weakly gasp one profanity into the night, right at the moon, before your body collapses onto the dirt.

"Oh, shit..."