Salutations! Welcome to my first-ever fanfic "Beyond the Frame". Inspired by kouri's indie horror game Ib, this story explores themes similar to the award-winning experience. However, it follows a path that deviates sufficiently from its source material to make it an original psychological thriller of its own. As such, playing the original game (particularly vgboy's translation), though highly recommended, is not strictly necessary to fully enjoy the story.

Twilight Sparkle and her friends visit the Canterlot Gallery of Modern Art to check out a new exhibition featuring the late artist White Palette. While the rest go off to get lunch at the museum café, she and Spike decide to check out the exhibit themselves before returning to their friends. To Twilight’s surprise, she meets her brother Shining Armor and Princess Cadence, who are there for similar reasons. What an interesting start to the day!

Little does she know however, that her adventure would soon take her down a dark, frightening path. She and Spike suddenly realize they are alone in the museum, and the more they investigate the gallery, the more things seem amiss. Soon, it turns into a wildly nightmarish realm, each level presenting new dangers as they go deeper into the abyss of the mad artist’s demented wonderland. Can Twilight Sparkle and her family escape this prison of the mind that seems to twist and turn onwards without end? And who are the strange ponies that they meet during their quest to return to reality?

*This work is in no way designed to infringe upon the rights of Hasbro or dhx Media. It is completely and utterly a fan-based concept and intended for free distribution for the promotion of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Hasbro is the sole and exclusive owner of all rights in this product, and all uses thereof are inuring to Hasbro’s benefit. We at Skyhawk Illusions agree to never challenge Hasbro’s ownership of all rights to this product.
**Skyhawk Illusions also recognizes the rights and trademarks of kouri and any affiliates involved in the making of "Ib".