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>Be Princess Luna, Goddess of the night and protector of dreams
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>Be guarding the dreamscape over Manehatten
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>Nothing really of note so far tonight, just some minor nightmares about ponies insecurities and what not
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>but you have one last stop
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>The orphanage
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>The dreams there are always just so…. Sad
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>The constant cries for love and affection are neigh unbearable
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>So many dreams where they just dream of having parents
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>It’s a shame Celestia has prevented you from personally adopting the whole orphanage
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>You understand logically that you cannot take care of 150 or so foals by yourself
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>But Damn you if you didn’t want to try
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>At least you can donate as much money as you can
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>Those 12 bits you had in the bank really gathered interest over your 1000 year banishment on the moon.
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>You hope the mistress of the orphanage used the money properly
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>And you still have to check up on that one filly with the really weird dream from the previous night
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>Well let’s see how the foal’s dreams are tonight
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>The first dream you visit is of a filly being hugged by 2 faceless adults as they tell her how much they care about her
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>Next there’s a dream where a little colt is being told a bedtime story
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>There’s one with 2 fillies playing tennis
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>A pretty tame night so far
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>You feel the looming presence of a nightmare somewhere nearby
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>Better take care of it before it festers
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>You quickly find and enter the nightmare that demanded you attention
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>You find yourself in a dark classroom, lit only by moonlight poring through an open window
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>Broken instruments scattered all around the floor make it difficult to maneuver around and the ceiling is too low to hover properly
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>You can’t seem to find the dreamer as you look over the room
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>Certainly they must somewhere in here, nightmares most certainly never show up by themselves
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>You think you faintly hear something, your ears pivot to hone in on the sound
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>It sounds like ragged breathing is coming from behind the teacher’s desk
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>As quickly as you can you head towards the sound
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>Just you find a little green filly lying just behind the desk
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>She looks to be in severe pain, something silver gleaming on her side
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>She had been stabbed in her dream!
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“Who has done this to you little one?”
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>The filly jerks suddenly and looks wearily towards you
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>She looks so much older than she has any right to
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>”Nobody stabbed me Nighthorse, I was just imagining another fillies fate”
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>This can’t be good
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“Please explain”
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>”A filly was murdered here, stabbed with a rather ornate letter opener and left to bleed to death, I don’t know what happened to her body but I talked to her spirit not too long ago:
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>A haunting?
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>In your orphanage?
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>Not if you had anything to say about it!
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“Where is the spirit now?”
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>”She passed on, I helped’
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>What
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“What?”
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>”I don’t really know to be honest lady, but she seemed pretty content when I killed her murderer for her”
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“You killed somepony? At your age?”
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>”She deserved far worse than death, and I’m older than I look. Believe me”
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>How are you even supposed to handle a confession like this
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“Do you know who you just confessed to?”
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>”No, and to be honest I know I’m dreaming so I don’t care, but if you knew what Strict did you’d trust me that her death was for the best”
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“I doubt that”
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>The filly, who had been lying on her side the whole time suddenly jumped up and glared harshly at you
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“She killed a kid, stole from an orphanage, sold child porn and nearly raped me! If that’s not worth a death sentence to you I don’t care what you think!”
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>Those are some pretty bucking serious crimes if she’s telling the truth about all this
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>Something is seriously wrong with this filly
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>Maybe even beyond the whole murder thing
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“You know this means I'm going to have to look into this in the waking world”
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>”I don't know what that insinuates but do your thing dream pone”
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“I mean that I'm going to look into this when I wake up!”
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>”I guess you're right figment of my imagination, I will need to answer for this”
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>This filly
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“Do you not know who I am?”
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>”I know exactly who you are, and I'm sure you also know what's actually bothering me”
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>If being a murderer wasn't the problem what the ever-loving buck would be?
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>You didn't even want to know
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“And that'd be?”
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>Damn your curiosity!
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>”I never thought I'd ever play coy with myself, but I supposed I might as well play along and play as my own therapist. I don't know who I am anymore. Am I a man named Anon or a filly with the same name?”
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>That's.... weird
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“What is a man?”
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>”Male humans, I miss having a dick”
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>How soon were we giving fillies 'the talk' these days? Seriously!
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“I, uh, anything else?”
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>”They are also human ADULTS, I don't like being this young again. It makes me feel small and vulnerable. I mean I was very nearly raped a few hours ago! I'm compartmentalizing all this so I don't have a Goddamn brain aneurysm!”
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>Humans must be what she calls that monkey thing
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>But she used to be grown up?
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“You used to be an adult? What happened?
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>”That stupid purple alicorn!”
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>She couldn't mean that Twilight could he/she?
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>”She turned me into a filly and teleported me to Manehatten for no reason!”
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>The dream is starting to break
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>She must waking up
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>”When I get my hands....hooves..FUCK! on her I'm going to-!”
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>With a 'poof' the dream ends and you're back in the dreamscape
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>This was going to be either weirdly simple to deal with or take years of therapy and police intervention to solve
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>Fortunately you are a princess of the realm so you are a natural procure of deus ex machinas and macguffin's
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>Still might require the ponice and some some serious therapy sessions afterward though if that filly was telling the truth
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“Buck my life”
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>Be Anon
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>Other than some weird dreams the rest of your night was uneventful
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>Especially in comparison to yesterday
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>But that’s not important right now
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>What was now important was getting away with it
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>No juvy or it’s cutesy pony equivalent for you
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>But even more important in the short term
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>Breakfast
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>You head downstairs
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>Passing by the crime scene you created
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>Bitch had it coming
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>It was corded off with police tape and there was a pony in blue looking aound the still open window
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“So what happened officer?”
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>The stallion jumps at your sudden appearance
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>”I can’t tell you about ongoing investigations, and this isn’t any place a filly like you should be
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>This is probably the most competent adult you’ve met
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>He turns around and goes back to examine the window
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>You take that back
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>While he is otherwise occupied you spy the remains of the bottle rocket you launched
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>As subtlety as you can hide it in your mane
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>He didn’t seem to notice
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>You continue on your way to the cafeteria
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>Looks like they have bacon and eggs with toast today
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>Overjoyed by the prospect of bacon you grab your food, take your usual seat and dig in
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>The eggs were good on toast
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>But the bacon was disappointing
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>it seems to be made of hay somehow
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>You forlornly take a bite, expecting greasy hay
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>What you taste nearly brings you to tears
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>It tastes like real goddamn bacon
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>You eat it slowly, savoring every bite
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>But like all good things it ends far too soon
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>With breakfast out of the way it’s time to go to class
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Pfffffff fuck that
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>With nary a second thought you head towards the front door, throwing away the bottle rocket on your way out
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>With Strict dead the stupid barrier is probably down
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>Your weird permanently affixed stickers seemed to have disappeared too
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>How convenient [spoiler] I have totally forgotten about what I wanted to do with those [/spoiler]
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>You open the front door and exit the orphanage
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>”Anon wait!”
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>Just as you place your first step outside you turn you head and see Quick Serve running to you
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>”You’re going to leave without saying goodbye? You’re my only friend! You can’t just leave me!”
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>Your ears lower as you feel bad for forgetting all about Quick like that
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>Then an idea comes to mind
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“Wanna come with me?’
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>”Where would we go? What would we do?”
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“We can go wherever we want and do anything we want. It’ll be great”
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>“I don’t know, I’ve never even been outside the orphanage before”
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“How about this, we explore around Manehatten for a while and if you don’t want to stay with me we come back here”
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>”Can we get some tennis balls?”
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“I don’t see why not”
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>”Then what are we waiting for let’s go!”
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“Hey wait up!”
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