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Did somepony say nightmare...?
Who: Luna and YOU
What: Nightmare plot
When: Right now?
Where: Her dream
Rating: PG???
[It's a meadow; a beautiful one, illuminated under the light of the full moon, large and low on the horizon. The coolness after the heat of the day is refreshing, as shyer creatures make themselves known. The fireflies dance, even as the stars above seem to hum their own stories.
It starts off with whispers. Kind ones, even. "Oh, there's no need to trouble yourself. We're just waiting for your sister." "What a magnificent job! You'll catch up to your sister in no time!"
It gets darker and it gets louder. Pity, chuckling little laughs. Hesitance. Questions about Celestia's approval or the lack thereof. Loudest of all are the silences. The silences broken only by whimpers and cries, the sharp scent of fear that only goes away with the rising of the sun.
It becomes impossible to see and there is nothing to hear, beyond the sound of your own breathing, magnified in this absolute nothing.
And then after an interminable amount of time, there are vividly green, slit-pupil eyes in front of you. The contours of the fully grown alicorn mare can barely be seen in the dark, if not for the glow of her mane and tail. That smile is nothing short of insane.]
"'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Nightmare to the dreamer." [and her grin grows wider]
What: Nightmare plot
When: Right now?
Where: Her dream
Rating: PG???
[It's a meadow; a beautiful one, illuminated under the light of the full moon, large and low on the horizon. The coolness after the heat of the day is refreshing, as shyer creatures make themselves known. The fireflies dance, even as the stars above seem to hum their own stories.
It starts off with whispers. Kind ones, even. "Oh, there's no need to trouble yourself. We're just waiting for your sister." "What a magnificent job! You'll catch up to your sister in no time!"
It gets darker and it gets louder. Pity, chuckling little laughs. Hesitance. Questions about Celestia's approval or the lack thereof. Loudest of all are the silences. The silences broken only by whimpers and cries, the sharp scent of fear that only goes away with the rising of the sun.
It becomes impossible to see and there is nothing to hear, beyond the sound of your own breathing, magnified in this absolute nothing.
And then after an interminable amount of time, there are vividly green, slit-pupil eyes in front of you. The contours of the fully grown alicorn mare can barely be seen in the dark, if not for the glow of her mane and tail. That smile is nothing short of insane.]
"'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Nightmare to the dreamer." [and her grin grows wider]
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Except that smile doesn't look like she's acting. He'll give a nervous laugh and back away a little]
"Uh...Princess Luna? You feeling okay?"
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Do not call me that.
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Are you practising for Nightmare Night? You know, perfecting the creepy thing?
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Practicing? For that farce? [aaaand she lowers her head to Spike's eye-level] Perhaps I am feeling a bit peckish...
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Ahahahaha...ha. Good one, Princess. You'll knock 'em dead this year.
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My intentions exactly, foal.
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Luna! Aww man, don't tell me this castle turned you back. You don't have to do this any more.
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Do not call me that.
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He raises his claws, trying to placate her]
Okay, okay, Nightmare Moon. But listen, okay...just listen. Everypony loves you now, for real. You don't have to do the rawr rawr nightmare doom deal any more.
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Lies, all of it. [at least she's opting to pace now, instead of being all up in his personal space] Rather convenient, is it not? I would have never guessed that they would suddenly decide to care now that I've decided not to.
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But it's not a lie, I promise. You returned to normal and everypony was so glad to see you again. And Princess Celestia missed you so much.
[On hindsight, he realises, that was probably the worst name to bring up, OH WELL]
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Because she's tired of ruling both night and day? Or because I'm not there to be her shadow so she can get all the credit when I cared just as much as she did??
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No. No nothing like that! She missed you because she cares about you, Luna. You're sisters and that sort of thing is really important.
[Stop talking stop talking stop talking]
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Snarling.] I hate her. She is no sister of mine.
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[It just means you're batshit insane and something had to be done]
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Shouting now.] She never cared! And I. Do. Not. Care.
[at least whatever remains of Luna is keeping NMM from actually killing anypony (or anydragon).]
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Okay, okay, you tell yourself that, but it doesn't stop it being true. Just... just think for a moment, okay? Think really hard and try to remember.
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She shakes her head, as if dislodging a thought, and then. Well. There's that crazy smile again.]
Why yes! How could I ever forget how patronizing she is? How everypony would look at her with slavish adoration for the perfect, beautiful, kind, benevolent princess who would only ever have Equestria's best interests at heart?
[she stomps a hoof in anger] How could I ever forget that?
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But Luna, you know it's not like that at all. We love you, too. After all, the night is good for uh...
Well parties for one! And fireworks! And meteor showers, everypony loves those.
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Why, I do love it when somepony compliments mine night. [heh] You'll be able to enjoy it forever - or until everything dies.
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I...no. I didn't mean it like that! I mean, it should be a shared thing. You and Celestia ruling together.
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She lies down gracefully, wings flapping once or twice before settling snugly against her sides. Forelegs are tucked underneath her. The nebulous cloud of mane and tail settles down a bit and now bears a closer resemblance to the steady flow of her usual mane. And that look is replaced by a solemn expression that wouldn't have been out of place on Luna's face - if not for the malicious glint in her eyes. ]
Shall I tell thee a story, young Spike?
[...]
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Sure. I like stories.
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