BadGrammarFag - Nightmare Anon chapter6


                                            Author: BadGrammarFag

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                                            Date: SEP 22ND, 2014


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                                            >You are Anonymous.

                                            >Shame, that you probably won't have any chances, to introduce yourself like that anymore.

                                            >Why?

                                            >Well, because in a few moments, you will be too busy by being dead.

                                            >There is a very angry alicorn princess of the night, standing right in front of you.

                                            >Of course she is angry as fuck at you.

                                            >You won't have it any other way, don't you?

                                            >It would be to easy, to live your life in this place, without getting yourself into all kinds of fucked up troubles, would it?!

                                            >This time you can't just state that "dis all Nightmare fault yo!".

                                            >This time you willingly let her affect your actions.

                                            >Now, if what Moonie told you, she had found out, about this dead creature at your feet, wasn't true, you're fucking toast!

                                            >You felt that the air around you began to get pretty hot.

                                            >It was probably furious Luna's power aura.

                                            >Despite 'your' ever-growing power, she was still one of the few creatures it this land, that could beat you in a fair fight.

                                            >Oh crap!

                                            >She started to advance slowly at your position, eyes ablaze with magic, her long horn directed at you.

                                            >You held your hands in front of you.

                                            "Please, wait, I want to clarify something!"

                                            >She spread her wings wide.

                                            >"TIME FOR TALKING IS LONG OVER!"

                                            >Man, did you just heard a shorter version of that one line, from one of those Bond movies?

                                            >You know, that "I don't expect you to talk Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!" line.

                                            >Another loud shouting had thrown you out of your movie related reverie.

                                            >~"DON'T STAND HERE LIKE AN IDIOT! PREPARE FOR A FIGHT!"~

                                            >You now what, fuck it!

                                            >At least you're going to die, fighting in the right cause!

                                            >You stand in 'let's get ready to rumble!' position.

                                            ~"Okay Moonie, let's give it our best shot!"~

                                            >Before things got any more destructive, some wierd shit happen.

                                            >Hard Feathers body started to shook violently.

                                            >Even with the trembling of the ground beneath it and post-mortem seizures, it wasn't supposed to behave like that.

                                            >It looked like she was once again under the influence of Nightmare's electric spell.

                                            >That strange occurrence didn't escape Luna's notice.

                                            >"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T YOU HAD ENOUGH OF TORTURING HER?!"

                                            >Before you could respond, you heard a wierd crackling sound, coming out form Hard Feather's body.

                                            >You and Luna, both looked at her in a mix of curiosity and disgust.

                                            >There was a fuckton of green magical discharges all over the body.

                                            >It was bended in a strange angle.

                                            >Its limbs looked like it started to grow and change themselfs.

                                            >Her coat started to change into feathers!

                                            >In just a few seconds, instead of light beige mare's body, there was a bigger, light beige griffon female's body, lying in front of you.

                                            >If not for the fact, that you knew something like that could have happened, you would be now jumping around in confusion!

                                            >Screaming "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?!" with every breath taken, no less!

                                            >Nightmare had a little tour over this 'mare's' memories, as she took her for that wild ride in her dreamscape.

                                            >That's why she said to her, she is tired of this 'masquerade', before she ended her nightmare there.

                                            >Because of her eagerness in making her dreams miserable as fuck, Nighty didn't had much time to see a lot in her memories.

                                            >The only few things she found out, was that she willingly had drank some mumbo-jumbo morphing potion.

                                            >Nightmare had explained to you, that it was mostly used in the past turbulent times, in Griffon Kingdom's secret organisations, created to gather info from neighbouring countries.

                                            >Today, in more peacefull times, its very rare find, its main components almost unobtainable.

                                            >For example, recipe called for changelings queen's blood, because of her's 'morph into almost anything' abilities.

                                            >In Nightmare's words, drinking it, was a very unwise decision.

                                            >The effects were permanent, user going back to his or her true form, only after his or her death.

                                            >Also, the 'morphing process' was very painful and taxing for the body and mind.

                                            >Only one third of users survives the process of change.

                                            >Still, some of them could get different types of mental illness, long after drinking the potion.

                                            >That would explain Hard Feathers obsession, about any attention being directed at her, by Scoots actions.

                                            >And how she has 'coped' with that, beating her almost unconscious.

                                            >Luna was looking at you, with wide eyes.

                                            >"DID...did you knew about this, before you ended her life?"

                                            >Nightmare rushed to your aid...

                                            >~"WHAT IS THIS IMPERTINENCE?! WHAT DOES SHE TAKE 'US' FOR?! SOME STUPID, WILD BEAST, THAT GOES KILLING EVERYTHING WITHOUT A REASON TO?!"~

                                            >...or maybe not and damn, she's got a problem with her, she have only asked, politley at that!

                                            >You're glad, that you don't need to lie to her.

                                            >You guess, that if Nightmare is a walking lie detector, she would be also.

                                            "Yes princess, I knew about this and I must say that I'm a little hurt by that question."

                                            >She raised her brow at that.

                                            >Surely, the fact that Hard Feather wasn't who she claimed to be, didn't gave you the right, to gut her in front of Luna.

                                            >You must salvage your image as much as you can and be quick about it.

                                            >Time to play 'your sister' card.

                                            "You see, I had a talk with princesses Celestia and Twilight and the both of them approved of me. I was given full citizenship and even a house as a royal gift. I'm sure that you know they are great judges of character and couldn't be fooled by some smiles and a bow here and there. They wouldn't give those gifts to me, if I was some kind of a crazy, bloodthirsty monster, killing everything without any reason."

                                            >She visibly relaxed hearing some of your reasoning.

                                            >She still was a bit at the edge, but at least for now, fighting her to the death, was out of the picture.

                                            >You talked with her for a while about what you knew of Hard Feather's behavior against Scootaloo.

                                            >You had hoped she would be as fourious as her grim counterpart.

                                            >You couldn't be more right about it.

                                            >She had a tantrum to end all tantrums!

                                            >In her fury against now dead griffon, she fired a spell at her.

                                            >The body and everything around it, turned into a fine dust in a matter of a second.

                                            >You fought you crapped your pants a little there, because you exactly knew that this spell was meant for you, just a moment ago.

                                            >Princess of the Night, was content now.

                                            >With an aura of superiority, she stated that justice was served.

                                            >It's so fucking lucky for this land, that she is only second in command or there would be a nice shitstorm brewing in Equestria from time to time, with an attitude like this.

                                            >She also said that she saw your reason for such a swift and somehow uncivilised act.

                                            >She said that if Hard Feather knew somepony was aware of her actions, she would run away, back from whenever she camed, most probably Griffon Kingdom.

                                            >There would be no chance to get her there or demand her deportation, back to Equestria.

                                            >Not with what was going on there right now.

                                            >Luna visibly saddened when she told you this.

                                            >You tried asking what was going on, but she stated that this matter, is not for your ears to be heard.

                                            >Maybe that was the reason why Celestia was so late for your little talk and Twilight looked so unhappy.

                                            >No matter now, maybe you will find something more about it later.

                                            >Luna also told you she was saddened by the fact that this whole 'griffon agent changed into

                                            a pony' circus happened.

                                            >She said that she is aware of that morphing potion existence and how it works.

                                            >No suprise there.

                                            >Apparently, the potion wasn't the only thing needed to morph into someone forever.

                                            >You would also need a lot of blood, of the creature you would like to change into.

                                            >Knowing this, Luna was almost sure, that the original 'Hard Feather' was dead and for this only, she would sever this griffon's beak, if you didn't deal with her sooner.

                                            >She also said that she will close her eyes this time at your insubordination and what you did, but what happened here must be kept in secret.

                                            >Nopony must know.

                                            >She was about to depart but turned back to you one last time.

                                            >"You can remove this area dream spell now, you know."

                                            >You smiled.

                                            "Of course we can remove it now."

                                            >Nightmare had other opinion in that matter.

                                            >~"NO! I'M NOT LISTENING TO ANY REQUESTS FROM HER! NEVER!"~

                                            >You must act qucikly.

                                            ~"Do it for me, I'm tierd, disturbed and will be very grumpy soon. Do it for me, please Moonie, I beg you!"~

                                            >She huffed lightly there.

                                            >So kawaii Nightmare-chan!

                                            >~"Al..Alright, I'll do it for you, but just for you. Know of the royal grace of your master!"~

                                            >Aaaand now your thoughts had been directed in the direction of those weird master/slave porn movies, you heard so much about.

                                            >Not that you are interested or something.

                                            >Okay, maybe a little.

                                            >You are just curious of course, nothing more!

                                            >You claspped your hands.

                                            >There was this whole 'shockwave everywhere' business going on again.

                                            "Okay, now every.. um pony is sleeping normal, once again."

                                            >Luna was beside you, looking at you with curiosity.

                                            >"How can a creature like you, know that kind of dreams related magic?"

                                            >She squint her eyes.

                                            >"And why you said that 'WE can remove it' when I asked you to do that?"

                                            >She was very close now.

                                            >"Is there something, you are not telling me about you?"

                                            >Holy jumping overgrown beans!

                                            >You, and your fucking big mouth!

                                            "N..N-No. Everything is fine. You see I had a little tongue slip there as...as when somebody

                                            is using the royal 'WE'. I'm sure you heard that kind of speech pattern before. As for my magic, please speak with princess Celestia,y..your majesty."

                                            >You did a little bow there.

                                            >You so fucking hope, that she will buy that 'tong slip' bulshit.

                                            >You wasn't entirely lying about it, in your stupidity your tongue really slipped there!

                                            >"Alright, I will believe you, this time. As for now, I must be away, there are matters that

                                            need my attention elsewhere. Remember that you can't speak about what occurred here."

                                            >She didn't looked completely convinced.

                                            >Nevertheless, she had spread her wings and flied away into the night.

                                            >You started to walk back to Twilight's castle.

                                            >You could use some good night sleep.

                                            >You had wondered, if Nightmare will meet with you in that strange dreamscape of hers, when you will be sleeping.

                                            >You had some choice words for her.

                                            >The fact that you just killed a sentient creature, no matter how justified was it, started to catch with you.

                                            >You knew that it was your fault, that you gave her power over your emotions there.

                                            >You knew there will be a hell to pay after that.

                                            >Regardless, your emotionally unstable ass knew something else.

                                            >You didn't like the price.

                                            >NOT

                                            >ONE

                                            >BIT!

                                            >

                                            >You are Nightmare Moon.

                                            >You have to admit, that you're a little confused right now.

                                            >Before going to sleep, Anon has started to act very strange.

                                            >It has began, when Anon was going back to this hideous excuse of a castle.

                                            >Right after this whole encounter, with that traitor, he started to talk to himself.

                                            >At first you thought, he was addressing YOU.

                                            >You were still furious at his language mistake, when he was talking with Luna.

                                            >When you stated, that you are in no mood for a talk right now, he didn't stopped whispering to himself.

                                            >Your royal ears was polluted by words such as 'common murderer', 'monster', 'emotional wreck' and other similar nonsense.

                                            >When you demanded that he stop this foolishness, he dared to not listen to you!

                                            >When he was back at the ugh.. 'castle', he even lied to Twilight Sparkle there.

                                            >She had asked him, if there was something wrong.

                                            >He said that he's just tired and that she may go back to her books, without any worry.

                                            >When he was back at his temporary lodgings, he was a pale shadow of what he was, when he began the road back to his quarters.

                                            >He was sitting there, on his bed, the moon only knows for how long.

                                            >He was constantly looking at his hands and whispering something to himself.

                                            >You're sure you had heard 'blood on my hands' line there.

                                            >Then, he just collapsed on the bed in his clothes and fell asleep.

                                            >You were watching his dream.

                                            >At first, it was a chaotic mass of unrelated events, images and emotions.

                                            >Then a curious scene unfolded before you.

                                            >You were a witness, as Anon sits in a dark corner.

                                            >He was holding his head in his hands and shaked violently.

                                            >All around him were 'dream copies' of this tormentress, that both of you destroyed.

                                            >Hard Feather's clones had variously appearance.

                                            >From healthy looking, green maned, beige mare to almost lifeless skeleton with rattling bones.

                                            >Some of them were even a griffon beige female.

                                            >The were slowly advancing on Anon's position screaming and shouting at him.

                                            >"You killed me/us! Why I/we didn't get any chance at redemption?! Who are you to be the judge of me/us?! I/We was so full of life, so young! You took it away from me/us! Murderer! Monster! Abomination..."

                                            >They were close to him now.

                                            >Anon was pushing the palms of his hands, into his face.

                                            >He was also screaming.

                                            >"I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I was weak! I didn't had any choice! Please! I just wanted for Scootaloo to be happy..."

                                            >So that aftertaste you felt from Anon's emotions was a taste of regret.

                                            >You didn't felt that kind of taste for many hundreds of years now.

                                            >The last time being that traitors depression, over the fact that nopony wanted to play during 'her' nights.

                                            >There was also something more, a cold fear for the future was mixed with regret.

                                            >You didn't understand why!

                                            >Is Anon so afraid that you will be revealed before your power returns in full, making you both more than a worthy adversary for Celestia or other godlike being?!

                                            >Maybe he was afraid of those hideous clones, which were standing beside him now?!

                                            >Trying to take a BITE OUT OF HIM!

                                            >THAT'S ENOUGH!

                                            >YOU'VE SEEN ENOUGH!

                                            >Hard, armored hooves, landed with a loud, ground shattering thud, between trembling Anon and Hard Feather's copies.

                                            >There was a lot of cracks forming on the dream floor under them now.

                                            "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

                                            >Clones were thrown away from you both, by the sheer power o your voice.

                                            >You had to rescue Anon from that dream!

                                            >N-Not that you l..liked him or something!

                                            >H..He was your most valued subject and as a supreme Queen of the Night you were taking good care of your subjects, no less!

                                            >Anon was looking upwards at you, from his position under your armored body.

                                            >He was dumbfounded and distracted.

                                            >Classic state of mind, when something was breaking the consistency of the dream.

                                            >"N..Nightmare w-what are you... where are.. wha?!"

                                            >He was like a little colt in the fog.

                                            >This time you will forgive him for this weakness.

                                            >He was not in his element here.

                                            >You on the oher hoof...

                                            >One of the 'healthier' looking copies tried to sneak past you, and attack Anon!

                                            >It's reward, for such impudence, was a bone crushing blow, dealt with one of your wings.

                                            >It was thrown violently into its brethren, scattering them around.

                                            >Everything started to rattle, there was more cracks forming on the ground.

                                            >The dream was collapsing!

                                            >The floor had started to subside.

                                            >Most of the 'dream copies' of Hard Feather were falling in, into still growing holes.

                                            >Soon there will be no 'ground' to stand on.

                                            >You had to rise into the air, but because of your connection, your magic didn't work on Anonymous in here.

                                            >The dream was still to fresh to use the only spell, which worked on him and could get you both away from this place.

                                            >You had hoped he will understand you.

                                            "ANONYMOUS! I NEED YOU T-TO GRAB ME, WE NEED TO RISE INTO THE AIR!"

                                            >You thought he would grab one of your hooves, but he went for your royal neck instead.

                                            >Still very distracted, he was hugging you hard.

                                            >There was this warm sensation flowing into your snout just now.

                                            >You didn't had time to dwell on that.

                                            >Him hugging you and hanging from your neck, was no option for a safe flight for the both of you.

                                            >Not without your magic, to hold him in place and 'griffon' clones advancing on your position.

                                            >You couldn't let him collapse with the dream, this would probably shatter his psyche.

                                            >It was your royal dignity or his normalcy at stake here.

                                            "YOU S-STUPID HUMAN! L-LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME D-DO!"

                                            >You bowed before him.

                                            >Using your both glorious wings, you directed him, to lie on your back.

                                            >He will better kiss the ground underneath your hooves for this later!

                                            >With Anonymous safely secured on your back, you could have easily rise into the air.

                                            >Fun fact here.

                                            >You couldn't use your magic on Anon here, but the clones were an entirely another pair of horseshoes.

                                            >You had catched the closest one with your vice like magic grip, and used it as a mace against others in the air.

                                            >When there was only one leg and a few feathers remaining of it, in your magic field, the dream was ready to be abandoned.

                                            >You needed only to think about it and it was done.

                                            >There was no more of those atrocities around, you were both in your private dreamscape inside of Anon's mind.

                                            >He got off of you, with the grace of a cavepony.

                                            >He walked a few steps, showing you his back.

                                            >Probably his mind was returning to his normal state, from before that dream occurred.

                                            >Suddenly, he stopped in place.

                                            >When he turned around, back to see you clearly, his eyes were full of righteous anger!

                                            >You had only saw that kind of powerful look a few times in your long existence.

                                            >The most memorable berer being that old hag Celestia, before she used the elements on you.

                                            >Looking at you like that, Anon clenched his fists and teeth.

                                            >You squint your eyes, bearing your royal pose.

                                            >Looks like its time for some serious confrontation and you had no intention of making it easy for him, to accuse you of anything!

                                            >

                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >You're speechless right now.

                                            >Nightmare Moon did it again.

                                            >She pulled you out of your dreams, into this fucked up dreamscape of hers, which is inside your head.

                                            >You didn't even knew what were you dreaming about.

                                            >Though, you knew exactly how high was your state of depression, before you went to sleep.

                                            >Also, whose fucking fault was that, you were at that kind of state!

                                            >Righteous fury is strong within you at the moment.

                                            >You didn't said anything till now.

                                            >You just pointed your finger accusingly at her.

                                            >She is standing before you, in her royal pose, with her head held high.

                                            >You hated this pose so much!

                                            >For some time now, you stopped to be scared of her appearance or how she acts.

                                            >No, that kind of behavior was screaming something else at you.

                                            >'Oh, look at me, I'm so terrible at showing emotions, other than anger and disdain! I'm such a fucking whore for power and hate everyone's guts!'.

                                            >Yep, that would be accurate.

                                            >Your hand started to shake.

                                            >You were about to 'DARE' to tell her exacly what you were thinking about her, and what she made you to do, to Hard Feather!

                                            >She was quicker.

                                            >"What is the MATTER WITH YOU?! You should be CRAWLING at my hooves now, thanking me for salvaging your HINDQUARTERS!"

                                            >What?!

                                            >What she's trying to suggest?!

                                            "I don't know what you're talking about! You just dragged me here, like I'm some kind of a bag of shit! Now, you think, I'm going to kiss your hooves, for this?! Think again!"

                                            >With one turn of your wrist, your index finger exchanged places with your middle one.

                                            >She knew, what this gesture means, all too well.

                                            >She was looking furious at you now.

                                            >No surprise there!

                                            >There was something else there for a second, though.

                                            >You thought you saw sadness and disappointment in her eyes for a second there.

                                            >"S-So this is how your GRATITUDE looks like! I let you know that YOU, the ungrateful PEASANT, is

                                            not worthy to bask in my royal PRESENCE!"

                                            >She started to back away into the black smoke, that was everywhere around here.

                                            >No way, Jose!

                                            >You won't let her end this confrontation so easily!

                                            >You knew exactly, that you had the power over this place if you concentrate hard enough.

                                            >She bounced of the fog, like it was made of indestructible jelly.

                                            >And landed on her 'face' beside your feet.

                                            >Not so royal right now, eh Moonie?

                                            >You pointed your index finger at her again.

                                            >What, you like pointing at things when mad!

                                            >Your words were filled with venom.

                                            "I won't let you escape from this, you had it coming for quite sometime now! You will listen to me, and you will... UGH!"

                                            >She punched you in your 'treasures', with her armored front hoof!

                                            >For a moment, you thought, you gonna spit them out!

                                            >Low-blow, bitch... so.. fucking.. low.

                                            >"NO! YOU WILL LISTEN!"

                                            >She quickly stand up on all fours.

                                            >You on the other hand, holding your scrambled eggs, collapsed on your knees.

                                            >She bent down in your direction and looked deeply in your pain filled eyes.

                                            >"It hurts, doesn't it?! You help a low-life, like you and this is what you get! Pain and accusations!"

                                            >You clenched your fists once again.

                                            >She didn't got the picture at all!

                                            "This is NOT ABOU.."

                                            >You didn't get to finish this sentence.

                                            >She slapped you with one of her wings.

                                            >In that moment, you had a strange revelation in your head.

                                            >The images of her standing over you.

                                            >Hitting something with her wing, with a bone crushing force.

                                            >That thing was thrown away from you, who were covering in... in fear?!

                                            >She... she was protecting you?!

                                            >You collapsed on your confused ass.

                                            >She was in your face in a blink of an eye!

                                            >"I'm not done talking! I know the exact reason for your 'righteous butthurt'! Do you take me as a fool?! I know what the phrase 'blood on my hooves' means!"

                                            >Damn, she could have bite your face off, with those fangs of hers.

                                            >Fortunately, she decided to sit down.

                                            >Oh, and did she just said, she knows what is 'wrong' with you?!

                                            >She had put her hoof on her chest.

                                            >"Oh TURN your eyes at me everypony! I'm sad Anon and I'm so HURT that I destroyed that MONSTER OF A MARE! My pure soul is in such turmoil now!"

                                            >Great, she's mocking you!

                                            >What is she, a child?!

                                            >"Oh, and it's not even MY FAULT! I had NO CONTROL over my actions, my eyes were blind to what I was doing! Don't they?! She, that EVIL being in my head, she DID IT! Not me, she is fully responsible for what happened!"

                                            >She was now breathing very quickly.

                                            >"I thought, after what you said to me, last time we were here, that you are different than HER! That we are in this TOGETHER! Now I can clearly see, that you too just looked for a SCAPEGOAT in ME!'I'm innocent because she is evil, THE END'!"

                                            >She stand up.

                                            >Man, she really looked hurt now.

                                            >"What were you thinking would happen with this miserable EXCUSE of a pony, griffon, whatever?! That we would go there, pinch her cheek and everything would be ALRIGHT?! You exactly know what was coming for her and didn't protested AGAINST it!"

                                            >She started to walk away from you again.

                                            >The tone of her voice was dangerously low.

                                            >"Now you're acting like some martyr mixed with a white knight in shining armor. When you really are just a selfish motherbucker mixed with a coward."

                                            >She stopped, but turned her head away from you.

                                            >Classic offended mare in da house yo!

                                            >You know what... she is right to be offended.

                                            >Anger has left you.

                                            >You felt empty somehow.

                                            >You yourself stated that Hard Feather is dead meat, when you were carrying Scoots to hospital.

                                            >Maybe in different words, but still.

                                            >You know she had some issues with controlling her anger and you still let her affect you willingly.

                                            >Then she just acted like a good team member would, helping you in your common goal.

                                            >She even provided you with informations about Hard Feather's true identity.

                                            >Then you turned aginst her, accusing her of everything, seeing no fault of your own, apart from the fact of letting her influence your actions.

                                            >Were you too scared to face the ugly truth, that it was also your own actions.

                                            >Surley, you must atone for what you did to Hard Feather...

                                            >...and to Nightmare.

                                            >Yes, that would be a good start at being a better person and... team member.

                                            >Especially, if this whole 'dream rescue' was true.

                                            >You rush to Nightmare side.

                                            >You stand in front of her.

                                            >She was looking at you with one angry eye, the other one being covered by her cosmic mane.

                                            >She wanted to say something, probably another insult.

                                            >You didn't let her.

                                            >You pressed the palm of your hand to her cheek.

                                            "I... I'm sorry. I didn't saw what I was doing before. We are a team after all. Thank you, for opening my eyes."

                                            >You try to put your other hand on the other side of her 'face'.

                                            >Look at you, you are so courageous tonight!

                                            >When you first met her, she would probably bite your hands off for such insolence and spit them in your face.

                                            >You are apologasing now (to Nightmare Moon! What a twist, right?!) so fuck common sense!

                                            >Touching her other cheek, you continue.

                                            "I admit that I was scared of what happened, of what I... 'WE' did there. I never want to do something like that ever again. Also, I must admit that I'm still scared, but not anymore for my well being."

                                            >You slowly slide your hands to the base of her helmet.

                                            >Damn, she allows you to do quite a lot!

                                            "To tell the truth, I'm scared for you. I know that you somehow enjoyed gutting Hard Feather, but I also know you have some good in you. Maybe even more than I suspect. You helped me there in a dream, you were concerned with Scoot's fate, you even listen to me, last time I was here and didn't made 'US' attack Celestia."

                                            >You grabbed her helmet firmly.

                                            >The only reactions from her was a small twitch of the head and her pupils growing.

                                            >Regardless, she didn't jerked out her head from your hands.

                                            >You started to take her helmet off her mane and horn.

                                            "Like you said, you were used like a war and gain tool, but I think that you were not created only to cause submission in others. I'm afraid that nopony will ever see any good sides of you, if you won't do one thing. You must show the 'real you'."

                                            >You slide the helmet out of her horn, and hold it in front of her eyes.

                                            >Oh sweet jesus look at that beutifull and regal features!

                                            >You almost lost your line of thoughts there.

                                            "Please hide this weird 'warrior tyrant queen' for ever. Start enjoying some other things than fear, anger and power."

                                            >You threw the helmet on the ground and hugged her quickly.

                                            >Her coat was like the best quality silk.

                                            >Man, if you had no self control, you would snuggle the shit out of this neck and mane.

                                            >Like the last time, her breathing quickened.

                                            >You didn't see that but she was also blushing hard, even more than the last time.

                                            >It seemed like she had lost the power in her voice all of a sudden.

                                            >"Y.. you know, I..I never acted a-as anypony else. I was always m-myself. There are t..things that I can't change about my royal self, they are part of my being."

                                            >She draped one of her huge onyx wings around you.

                                            >"I-I know you are t-too stubborn and too chivalrous for me to rule this land with an iron but also righteous hoof. That's why, I-I can try a..and change other things that c-can be changed. N-NO PROMISES!"

                                            >She pressed her wing more firmly to your body.

                                            >"T-There is also a case of your a-atonement. Don't think that a simple a..apology w-will suffice. Y-you have to t-try harder to wash away your guilt in my eyes."

                                            >You hugged her harder.

                                            >She didn't said anything to that, maybe she had something else on mind.

                                            >Anon you so beta right now!

                                            >Grow a pair, quick!

                                            >You think, fuck it.

                                            >YOLO!

                                            >You let her go and go for her royal, trembling lips.

                                            >You kiss her gently.

                                            >You can't be aggressive here.

                                            >If you offended her there, those fangs and shit could do things to your tongue.

                                            >Very painful things!

                                            >You pull your head away from her snout.

                                            "Say, is this a good start at my atonment?"

                                            >Her eyes was bigger than bicycle wheels.

                                            >There was a barely visible trail of saliva on her snout.

                                            >"I... i..it.. IT WILL SUFFICE!....F-FOR NOW, AT LEAST!"

                                            >You felt like you were thrown into deep, warm water.

                                            >You knew what was going on.

                                            >You were waking up!

                                            >Someone was knocking on your door.

                                            >It was Spike.

                                            >"A...non... w...wak...A..Anon wake up! You have a visitor!"

                                            >Bro, it's too early, there is still dark outside!

                                            >"Anon are you awake?!"

                                            >Where is the mute button for this shit?!

                                            >W-what about Nightmare?

                                            ~"Hey Moonie, are you there?"~

                                            >No answer.

                                            >Ffffuuuu... you dun goofed Anon!

                                            >You gambled so hard with this little peck out there.

                                            >Now she can be very upset... or just resting.

                                            >You hope that if she read the massage wrong, she won't be even more pain in the ass.

                                            >Before you started to wrap your head around this subject, you had heard some other voice.

                                            >"M-Mr. Anonymous, p-please I-I want to... to talk to y-you, b-before I start making m-my r..rounds around the town."

                                            >Holy shit!

                                            >You forgot that this mare, um... Derpy, was supposed to see you today.

                                            >By the look of things, she was still deathly afraid of you!

                                            >This day just got... interesting.

                                            >Damn, you hate to wake up so early!

                                            >You get up like some kung-fu drunken style master.

                                            >Your moves like a cat.

                                            >Well...

                                            >Okay... you get up like some hangover bum, after whole night of drinking something named 'wizard' back in your world.

                                            >From all the useless knowledge, which stayed in your head, you only remembered that 'wizard' recipe called for washer fluid among many other things.

                                            >Hey, you know what they say in the bum business 'it doesn't matter it tastes badly, as long as it gets you smashed' or something like that.

                                            >But you're no bum, no sir.

                                            >You stand up straight and breathe deeply.

                                            >Now it's better.

                                            >You walk up to the door.

                                            >After opening them, you saw Spike that was about to knock again.

                                            >He smells the air around you.

                                            >"Ugh, Anon, did something crawled in your room and died?!"

                                            >Nice to see you too, brah.

                                            >However, he was right.

                                            >You had collapsed on your bed with your clothes on and didn't even opened the window, to let in some fresh air.

                                            >You were no bum, but you smelled like one.

                                            >After completing the ritual of broism with Spike, there were fireworks in the background, you saw Derpy standing behind a big flower pot near your temporary room.

                                            >Her eyes were like saucers and she even shaked a little.

                                            >Wearing a mail pony saddle bags, she was looking at you and the ceiling at the moment.

                                            >She waved her hoof shyly.

                                            >"H..Hi..um M-Mr. Anonymous."

                                            >You waved back.

                                            "Good morning Miss Derpy, I'm sorry but we can't talk in my room right now. Maybe we can sit in the main lounge this time?"

                                            >She almost looked happy to hear that.

                                            >"O..okay, we can t-talk there."

                                            >Spike standing closest to you, seemed more green than normal.

                                            >You must change your clothes and perform three 'S' routine, otherwise grey p0ne will be even more interested to run away from you.

                                            >You bow apologeticaly to the both of them.

                                            "Sorry, but can you wait for me there? I'll be with you in a minute or two."

                                            >Derpy nodded her head nervously.

                                            >"N-No problem M-Mr. Anon"

                                            >Spike holding his nose just given you a thumb/claw up and started to walk away with her in the main lounge direction.

                                            >You walked back into your room.

                                            >3_S_ritual.exe initiated.

                                            >Like some kind of a cartoon character, you did it in a record time!

                                            >Of course you were all covered in the cartoon cloud, things like razors, pants and toilet paper flying out from it.

                                            >Smelling like a whole thousand bits for a poor pony and wearing a fresh set of clothes, you enter the main lounge.

                                            >Spike and Derpy are sitting on the big couch and talk about something.

                                            >Or, about someone, judging from what you just heard from the wall-eyed p0ne.

                                            >"...you're telling that..that Mr. Anon is not a dangerous guy to be around?"

                                            >Spike smiled broadly waving his hand.

                                            >"Him? Naaa, he's an 'OK' guy. He's got his heart in the right place, for example did you know that he rescued one of the local fillies form the manticore attack?!"

                                            >Maaan, that guy, that guy over there!

                                            >You promise to yourself that for the first money, you're going to earn around here, you're going to buy him the biggest, fattest, swaggest gemstone you'll find!

                                            >Derpy visibly relaxed and was very curious about what Spike just said.

                                            >"Really?! I never heard Dinky saying anything abou..."

                                            >Aaand then she saw you standing not so far away from them.

                                            >She stopped speaking almost immediately and got back to her nervous self.

                                            >Spike saw you too, jumped off the couch and walked up to you.

                                            >He patted your thigh in a 'no homo' way.

                                            >"Sorry Anon but I have some chores to do, she's all yours!"

                                            >That line felt a little weird, didn't it?

                                            >Well, it was still better than "I've warmed her up for ya, pal!"

                                            >Some porn flicks started with that kind of line.

                                            >Before you can reply and say you're grateful to him, he was already away.

                                            >That leaved you with the gray mare, which looked like she was about to give birth to a kidney stone.

                                            >You must walk softly on this minefield here.

                                            >Twilight would rip your ears off if you offend her somehow.

                                            >Speaking of the devil, where is Twilight?

                                            >Probably doing some mumbo-jumbo princess business or something.

                                            >You focus your attention on the mailmare.

                                            "First of all, I wanted to say that I'm really, really, super really sorry about what happend last time Miss Derpy."

                                            >You sat your apologetic ass on the couch.

                                            >Mmm comfy.

                                            "Secondly, you can call me Anon. It would be nice if you would look at me as a friend material and not like at your personal nemesis."

                                            >Her right eye started to look at your shoes, but she calmed down a little.

                                            >"A-Alright, You can call me just Derpy, if you want."

                                            >You smiled.

                                            "No problem 'just Derpy'."

                                            >You could bet your ball sack, that she smiled at that for a second there.

                                            "Okay, jokes aside, I interrupted your conversation with Spike, so I'll answer your questions for him now."

                                            >Once again she looked more curious than afraid.

                                            >"This manticore stuff that Spike mentioned. Is it true?"

                                            >You nod your head.

                                            "Yep, all true. There was a little filly missing in the Everfree forest. I was the 'lucky one' who found her. She was cornered by this big, bad manticore, who wanted her for lunch. Long story short, the filly is safe now, as for the manticore... well, you know, maybe better than most, what I'm capable off, when I'm scared or angry."

                                            >She was listening to your 'story' on the edge of the couch.

                                            >Until the last part.

                                            >She visibly deflated at that, her ears laid on her head.

                                            >She looked almost ashamed.

                                            >"I...I'm sorry that I scared you so much, I didn't mean for that crash-landing to happen."o

                                            >You rised your hand and waved it a little.

                                            "No, no, no. Don't worry about it. After all, I was the one who reacted unreasonably, like some kind of a pussy scared of assassins waiting to take his life away."

                                            >She still looked unhappy and a little confused.

                                            >"Why would the assassins try to attack a cat?"

                                            >Every deity who is listening now, please, bless her for her innocence!

                                            "Um..I wanted to say 'a warlord', sorry, my tounge slipped there."

                                            >Her right eye got back to looking at your face, but her left one started to drift, well, to the left.

                                            >"Still, I had screamed at your sight and runned away from you. Twilight gave me all the good reasons not to be scared of you, but I was t-to afraid and m-made you look like some kind of a monster. I'm sorry."

                                            >Nervous hand waving intensifies.

                                            "It's all water under the bridge now. After all you've been scared out of your life and just needed some time to calm down and I didn't gave you any."

                                            >She opened one of her saddle bags.

                                            >From there she pulled out a very delicious looking muffin.

                                            >"I baked you a blueberry muffin. Dinky said it's the best apology gift anypony can give!"

                                            >She handed it to you.

                                            >You can't wait to sink your teeth into this fine piece of a pastry.

                                            >So, you do it immediately!

                                            >Mother_of_muffins.jpg

                                            >That mare sure knows her way around the oven, no questions asked.

                                            >Eat_like_cookie_monster.exe initiated.

                                            "I must say *munch* that Dinky was right at every angle, *munch* telling you that this is pro apology stuff.*munch* It's delicious! If I can ask, *munch* is she your sister or something?"

                                            >She blushed a little, her eyes performing the dance of their people.

                                            >"T-Thank you, I really like muffins a-and always try to bake the most ideal ones.D-Dinky is not my sister, she is my daughter, my most precious little muffin."

                                            >Telling you about her daughter, brought a smile on her face.

                                            >"Do you have a children of your own Anon?"

                                            >You know almost nothing about having children.

                                            >Regardless, you simply must contribute something to this subject, seeing that it made her so happy.

                                            >Maybe after this talk, you're gonna be friends after all.

                                            "No, I don't have my own children, but 'once' I had to take care of that little 'nobility' like girl. She was really spoiled, shouted a lot and was thinking everyone should bow down to her will."

                                            >Oh please, please, let her be asleep or something, like she was till now!

                                            >~"Do YOU really think, that this k-kiss from last night made MY EARS DEAF?!"~

                                            >Ffffuuuuu.jpg

                                            ~"M-Moonie, h-how nice of you to join us. Listen I..."~

                                            >She didn't let you finish.

                                            >~"SILENCE! We'll talk about this... later."~

                                            >Her tone was dangerously low there, but you didn't felt any anger in it, at least for now.

                                            >Hey, Derpy was saying something to you.

                                            >"....and love them, I know there are some spoiled children out there, but everypony can change for the better!"

                                            >You nod your head like a total retard.

                                            "Erm..um.. YES! Yes, you're absolutely right, I think so too!"

                                            >Derpy's smile widened.

                                            >"Thanks for agreeing with me Anon. You know you're not such a bad guy after all, just like Spike said. Now, I'm happy that I got to know you better!"

                                            >She jumped off the bed.

                                            >"Sorry it's so soon, but I must go back to work. You know, letters and stuff won't deliver itself!"

                                            >She extended her hoof for the hand/hoof shake.

                                            >When you grabbed it, Nightmare started to shout in your mind.

                                            >~"NO! DON'T LET HER GET AWAY! LE..let's try something. I..I want to p-prove something t-to YOU!"~

                                            >Now, that is interesting!

                                            >You felt some magic rising inside of you.

                                            >Remember, you had some trust issues?

                                            ~"Yeah, what could that be? Don't you think, that this particular mare had tasted enough of 'OUR' power already?"~

                                            >Nightmare responded in a blink of an eye.

                                            >~"Have some TRUST in your QUEEN! There is no time to explain! If she will want explanations, just repeat after me."~

                                            >Derpy was looking a little disturbed at you, holding her hoof like that, for a while now.

                                            >"Um... Anon? C-can I go now?"

                                            >You let go of her.

                                            "Sorry about it. Listen, in exchange for that delicious muffin, would you let me do something for you in return?"

                                            >She stood there dumbfounded.

                                            >"T-There is no need for that, but... if you really must, I won't stop you."

                                            >You reached to her with your hands.

                                            >You felt enormous amounts of power flowing into them.

                                            "Please close your eyes"

                                            >She silently complied.

                                            >Slowly you put both of your palms over her eyes.

                                            >Almost instantly there was a fuckton of magic discharges all over Derpy's head.

                                            >She shaked like electrocuted.

                                            >When you finally could, you let go of her head like burned right away.

                                            >She dropped on the floor like a sack of stones.

                                            >You just couldn't believe what happened!

                                            ~"WHAT THE FUUUUCK NIGHTMARE! DID YOU JUST KILLED HER?! WITH MY HANDS!"~

                                            >Nightmare sounded amused.

                                            >~"Please, Anonymous! Who do you take me for? Look at her now and the answer to your question will be answered!"~

                                            >Derpy was standing up, holding her head with her front hooves.

                                            >"Wha..what h...happened?"

                                            >She looked at you.

                                            >Then she was just petrified on the spot!

                                            >You saw it too.

                                            >Her eyes!

                                            >Her fucked up eyes were good again!

                                            >They were looking at the same spot, without moving independently from each other!

                                            >She was in a state of total shock.

                                            >She started to cry.

                                            >"I..I.. I d-don't know what to say! Oh my Celestia! This... this is increadible!"

                                            >She had threw herself at you in a bear hug.

                                            >"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You don't even know how much this is worth for me!"

                                            >You patted her on the back.

                                            >You felt like a total asshole for what you were about to say.

                                            "Listen to me Derpy, please. There is something important I need to tell you."

                                            >Derpy returned to her standing position, her focus on you.

                                            >You were repeting after Nighty there.

                                            "The good part is that the spell I used on you had strengthen the nerves and muscles in your eyes, so you can be able to focus the two of them on one thing. The bad part is that some of the muscles and nerves needed for this to be permanent, just don't exist in your eyes at all."

                                            >You took a deep breath.

                                            "Now for the conclusion. In an hour or so, the magic from the spell will burn out. From that point on you will have the ability to direct your eyes on one target, but it will cost you a lot of focus, will power, and strength. All at once will be very taxing for you and your body, so it won't be long periods of time. It was maximum I could do for you in that subject. Sorry."

                                            >Of course you added 'Sorry' as yourself, not Nightmare.

                                            >Derpy looked like she didn't gave a single fuck about that 'little' details you just told her.

                                            >She was in heaven, smiling broadly and looking around everywhere with both eyes.

                                            >"It doesn't matter, this is still the best gift anypony ever gave to me! It's like you gave me and my daughter a new chance at life! I will never thank you enough for this! Ever!"

                                            >You waved your hand, again.

                                            "Don't need to thank me, it was a pleasure. Now I belive you were about to go to work."

                                            >She catched herself in looking around.

                                            >"OH! oh, right! S-so I'll be going now, but don't you think for a second there, that this is over. I will think of something reeeaaally big as a 'thanks' for you! You just wait, you won't see it coming!"

                                            >Yeah, right.

                                            >What could that be, a 5 ton muffin?!

                                            >As you were wondering that important question, Derpy was about to flew away through the window.

                                            >She was catched by the purple magic aura.

                                            >Twilight out of nowhere!

                                            >She brought Derpy to her level and walked away with her form the main lounge.

                                            >Damn, she looked seriously pissed at something, when she looked at you.

                                            >When she returned Derpy was with her no more.

                                            >When walking in the direction of the hospital, to see Scoots, you were thinking about what she have told you.

                                            >Both of you ate a quick breakfast during your conversation.

                                            >She was mad at you.

                                            >You were not suppose to cast that spell on Derpy.

                                            >It turned out that she, Celestia and partially Luna, could cast a similar spell on her also.

                                            >Why it wasn't done before was the interesting part.

                                            >It seems that this kind of spell is really taking everything from the caster, rendering him useless in life for days or even weeks after casting.

                                            >That would explain why Nightmare wasn't responding to you, she was probably sleeping again now, regenerating her strength.

                                            >When giving you that explanation for Derpy, she actually sounded very exhausted.

                                            >Twalot said that there was no way that main ruler of the land, or two main princess would be out of public life, ruling etc. for so long.

                                            >They didn't cast that kinds of spells, because if the word came out, there would be an endless line of ponies asking or even demanding the same for them or their loved ones, friends and so on.

                                            >Luckily for you and Nightmare, Twilight catched Derpy in time and assured that the gray mare would keep it a secret.

                                            >You didn't came to a conclusion if this was a bad or good thing for this world's royalty image, because you were already at the hospital.

                                            >Nurse Redheart was just going to go home, but when she saw you she waited at her desk.

                                            >After exchanging pleasantries, you were given special permission to visit little orange filly, so early in the morning.

                                            >Scootaloo wasn't sleeping, she was nervously reading some books, when you walked in to her hospital room.

                                            >Man, to how many nervous mares, big or small, you were going to speak today?!

                                            >She was really happy to see you, almost defeating her nervousness.

                                            >After a little teasing, she will turn into an egghead from all that reading, you asked her how she felt.

                                            >"G-great what do you think, I'm a tough nut to crack, you know!"

                                            >Yeah, sadly you 'knew', how tough.

                                            >She continued.

                                            >"It's just, not that I await her or something, Miss Hard Feather doesn't appear here like she said."

                                            >You raised your brow to that.

                                            "Hmm... maybe she overslept or will be here any minute now."

                                            >Little filly shaked her head.

                                            >"No, not that I have any experience in that, but she would be here even before first sun rays."

                                            >You traied to calm her down.

                                            "Easy, there is a first time for everybody in almost everything, maybe that's her first time she really overslept."

                                            >She didn't bought it.

                                            >She was now fiddling nervously with her blanket.

                                            >"Say Anon, can I ask you something?"

                                            "Shoot, little one."

                                            >"H...Have you done something to Miss Hard Feather?"

                                            >A shiver run down your spine.

                                            "W-Why would I ever done something to her? Don't be silly Scootaloo, she is your caretaker after all."

                                            >She closed her eyes.

                                            >"L-let me ask a full question then. Have you and 'her' done something bad to Miss Hard Feather?"

                                            >Oh crap.

                                            "W..What do you mean by 'and her'?"

                                            >She opened her eyes and looked at you.

                                            >"When you were carrying me back there, I heard through all that pain, that you were speaking to somepony. You even called her by her name a few times. When I couldn't sleep in the early morning, waiting for Miss Hard Feather, I added some facts about you and your power. I also remembered some things from my teaching class with Miss Cheerilee."

                                            >She pointed her little hoof at you.

                                            >"I think I know something about you that nopony elese does. I think, no, I'm sure, that you have some kind of a connection with the Nightmare Moon!"

                                            >Now...

                                            >..holy fuck...

                                            >...what is going to happen now!


                                            End of chapter 6.