She IS the Horror, though.

The Thing That Was.
The Opener of Ways and Means.
The Pink Demon.
She Who Laughs Last.

Born in the death throes of the First Universe, her body hewn from the bones of neutron stars and her consciousness the amalgamation of a million million planets, she watched the Second be born from the ashes of the First and thus was spared from the tyranny of its laws. She who mourned and she who was Last in the First and First in the Last, the Watcher in the Sky; she cried tears of mourning and loneliness, the streams stirring the primordial universe and giving birth to the first stars. She watched with growing hope and joy as life began again, and crawled forward. She knows that to laugh is to push back the Abyss, to watch entropy falter and hope take hold. She is The Servant Who Tends the Garden of Him Who Made All, she is beyond our ken; our meager abilities barely enough to comprehend even her most basic form.

But she smiles nonetheless, for she is no longer lonely.

She laughs, and finds joy in us.

So to we should laugh and find joy in each other.

Pinkie: “…Too serious; PIE TO THE FACE!” [splat]

…Dangit, walked into that one.