/yandere/ Your Night Mare


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                                            "...and if you overpack them, they're liable to explode. This one guy did it and... yeah. Yeah it wasn't so great. Guy nearly died from it."

                                            >"T-that's interesting, Anon."

                                            >Thanks to... you don't know how, you've ended up in Equestria

                                            >You're pretty sure you're dead

                                            >What backs up your theory to that is that you haven't slept in two days

                                            >You're either dead or just incapable of being able to relax

                                            >Talking to technicolor, English speaking ponies a mere fraction of your size is actually pretty alarming

                                            >To help keep yourself alert and coherent you've offered to tell Purple Smart all about your world

                                            >You've been talking about guns for the last five hours

                                            >You're pretty sure you're just rambling

                                            >"Don't get me wrong, I love learning about this but..."

                                            >She gives you a concerned smile

                                            >"You look tired. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

                                            "What? No. No I'm fine. I don't sleep. Certainly not in weird worlds like this, I'll have you know."

                                            >You fidget on a chair that's not meant for humans but has been blessedly stable with your weight

                                            >You've picked at your nails until they're all down to the quick at least ten hours ago

                                            >"Oh don't worry, Ponyville is the safest place in Equestria! I mean, it usually is. Eheheheh..."

                                            >She gives a sideways glance, tapping her hoof against the fourth book she's been filling with your tall tails of tall people who have no tales

                                            >"Anyway, I promise you'll be fine! I can make you your own room! Golden Oak Library has room to spare!"

                                            "NO! No, God no. I'm not going into that... tree house. Have you seen the door? I do that, I'll be trapped. TRAPPED LIKE A RAT?!"

                                            >You point an accusatory finger at her, as if she were the sort to keep you trapped in her basement or something

                                            >You're pretty sure she'd do that sooner or later

                                            >Twilight sighs

                                            >"Alright, I understand. I really do, it must be terrible to try to adjust to things like this. But you'll like it, you'll see!"

                                            "Yeah... hay burgers, plate full of flowers, I get you. I don't mean to be..."

                                            >You sigh

                                            >As defensive as you try to be at any given opportunity, you can't help but feel guilty for lashing out

                                            "I am tired."

                                            >"I know Anon... you have purple under your eyes that are more vibrant than my mane!"

                                            >She gives you another smile and a nervous laugh

                                            >You shake your head

                                            >At least it feels like you're camping

                                            >The ponies of the so-called Ponyville all pitched in to give you something nice

                                            >A metric fuck ton of apple-made goods, at least a dozen finely made quilts inside a custom-made tent, a massive pink lemonade bowl and your own personal low-flying rain cloud that keeps raining into a basin big enough to bathe in

                                            >Or big enough to drown one of them in

                                            >Or yourself if this shit doesn't end anytime soon

                                            >The only downside is that you're still technically in town so you don't have much privacy

                                            "How about this... can you make sure no other pers... pony comes over? I uh... lemme just get some time to clear my shit."


                                            >"Your... sh... ok. Alright, understood! Just gimme a shout if you need anything! I'll have Spike come by an-wait, no, no Spike. I'll just visit you tomorrow!"

                                            >Twilight tucks her book into her saddlebag using some sort of purple magic from her horn

                                            >By the way, she's an English speaking tiny purple pony that uses magic

                                            >Because that's the one detail that makes this weird

                                            >"Well, sweet dreams! And welcome to Ponyville. Again!"

                                            >She has welcomed you at least five times already

                                            "Yup. Yeah. Thanks Bella."

                                            >She doesn't ask why you call her that but you think it's funny

                                            >You watch her trot off

                                            >A few other ponies swarm around her and they all start talking about... things

                                            >They're a veritable rainbow of pastel colors

                                            "Jesus Christ, someone save me from this marshmallow meadow of madness."

                                            >Alliteration won't save you this time, Anonymous

                                            >You focus on trying to remember the lyrics to South Park's opening song until you fall over onto your back

                                            >Thankfully the chair is not even five inches tall so you barely notice

                                            "Ample parking... day or..."

                                            >Day or something

                                            >Your eyes finally close

                                            >Christ they feel heavy

                                            >Sweet darkness

                                            >Take away the loathsome joy and bliss of being surrounded by overly friendly figures and just let things return to normal

                                            >Once you wake up, you'll be back home

                                            >That's the ticket

                                            >That's... the stuff...

                                            >"Oh my... Anonymous. That is your name?"

                                            >Of course it's your name

                                            >As far as anyone here is concerned? It's your name

                                            >"As far as anyone here is concerned... quite the mysterious creature you are."

                                            >Whoever is mysterious is whoever the big voice is

                                            >"I am the bringer of night. The guardian of the dreams of all creatures. I am..."

                                            >What's with this theatrical accent?

                                            >"I AM NIGHTMA-wait, you don't like it?"

                                            >What's going on?

                                            >Why are you hearing a voice talking to you that's unfamiliar?

                                            >You see a deep, dark blue in the distance

                                            "What's going on?"

                                            >You can speak?

                                            >Duh, of course you can speak

                                            >Does this mean you're awake?

                                            >The blue closes in on you, like a cloud

                                            >The cloud forms a pair of bright blue orbs

                                            >Like two puddles of bright, fresh river water

                                            >"Your mind... your dreams... your nightmares. What is it that you dream of, Anonymous? How does this world fare you?"

                                            "Not at all. I want out. Nice place, neat to visit, I want to go back home now."

                                            >The cloud continues to encroach on you until it surrounds you

                                            >"I do not know your home, but I will do my best to recreate it for you."

                                            >Before you can ʍɐiʇ ʍɥǝu pip ʎon ǝup nd iu ∀nsʇɹɐliɐ¿

                                            oʇui ʞɔɐq ʇlǝɯun oʇ suiƃǝq ʇi liʇun sʇlǝɯ puɐ sdɹɐʍ plɹoʍ ɹnoY<

                                            "GAH."

                                            >You bolt upright

                                            >You're in your bed

                                            >Wait, really?

                                            >"Your room is comfortable, Anonymous."

                                            >Aw shit

                                            >Near you, laying on your bed, is a large dark blue pony

                                            >Oh God it's one of those

                                            >She has a horn

                                            >And wings?

                                            "I thought you guys only had one or another, not both."


                                            >"I am Princess Luna. I have been known as Nightmare Moon, in another life. Your fatigue, your sorrow... I have been drawn to it. Allow me to help you."

                                            >You stumble out of bed and qɐɔʞ iuʇo qǝp

                                            >You feel like you fell onto your mattress

                                            >Luna continues to look at you, smiling

                                            >"I am Princess of Dreams, Anonymous. You must relax. The intense fatigue has-"

                                            "Nope, no thanks I'm good. Thanks deep blue, I gotta wake up before I blue myself."

                                            >Yon ƃǝʇ nd oɟ ou onʇ iuʇo qǝp

                                            >You're sure that this so-called Luna was on your left side, near your wall

                                            >Now you're near the wall and she's on your right side

                                            >She's still smiling

                                            >"Do not fear me, Anonymous. Let us speak of why you've-"

                                            "Yeah mate, nah. I'm gonna leave here before everything turns into a goofy sort of shiet."

                                            >Channeling your inner GmanLives you ɹǝɟnsǝ ʇo ƃǝʇ onʇ oɟ qǝp qǝɔɐnsǝ iʇ,s so ɔoɯɟoɹʇɐqlǝ

                                            >You fall onto your mattress

                                            >This time Luna is on top of you

                                            >She smiles even wider

                                            >"Please do not run. Let me help you."

                                            "Oh Christ you're in control of this one, aren't you."

                                            >She nods

                                            >"I am. Your dreams... your mind... you're very creative, aren't you?"

                                            "Not creative enough to get out of this though, am I?"

                                            >"I am afraid not even you can overcome my power."

                                            >Well crap

                                            >You've had dreams like these before

                                            >At least you're aware

                                            "...so where's my body? Am I dead?"

                                            >She looks surprised

                                            >"Dead?! Goodness, no. You are in Ponyville. My sister's star pupil has been taking care of you wonderfully."

                                            >Taking care of you?

                                            "I just... wait, no. Is this some Inception shit?"

                                            >"I do not know what that is. Is it a term of your world?"

                                            "How, uh. How long have I been sleeping?"

                                            >"It has been twenty hours. You have slept like an angel without a single movement."

                                            >She kneads her hooves into your chest, eyes glued to yours

                                            >"Even now, your body is recovering from shock. From stress. You are not ready for Equestria. Not yet."

                                            >You know what?

                                            >She's actually right

                                            "Is my body-am I-where am I? Where am I in the waking world?"

                                            >"In Ponyville. A regiment of Canterlot's finest are on their way to retrieve you. You should sleep in something befitting a visitor of another world. Though I promise you that Rarity's wears are worthy of my sister and I."

                                            >You can feel her kneading you

                                            >You've had vivid dreams before but this feels... just plain different

                                            >"Let us begin again, Anonymous. I wish to heal you. To show you your future. To show you why you have nothing to fear in Equestria."

                                            >Before you can honestly decide whether or not you ʍɐuʇ ʇo oɥ sɥiʇ ɥǝɹǝ ʎon ƃo ɐƃɐiu iʇs ʞɔis ǝq ɐuuoƃ ǝɹ,noʎ ǝsɹoʍ ƃuiʇʇǝƃ s̷̫̉ʇ̴̞̐o̵̙̾d̴̰̈́ ̸̖͠ʇ̸͍̀ɥ̴̰̒i̸̹͑s̶̤̾ ̴̦́ɹ̴͝ͅi̴͚̇p̵̤̽ǝ̴̺͊ ̴̘̽ʎ̵͔̂o̶̠̍ń̸̢ ̵̽ͅʍ̶̬̃ɐ̴̯̽u̶̼ʇ̶̣ ̵̺͘o̶̍͜ɟ̶͎̽ɟ̶̢̉ ̶̥̚d̸̡̃l̶͙͌ǝ̵̤̌ɐ̶̫̽s̶̹͒ǝ̴͔̂

                                            >You're on your ass, more disoriented than you've ever been in your life


                                            >You feel like you're about to be sick but your stomach feels both too full and too empty for you to get sick

                                            >You see... yourself

                                            >Meta

                                            >"You sleep so peacefully... why is it that you must strain yourself so much?"

                                            >Luna is sitting beside you

                                            >Inches away from your shoulder

                                            "What are you talking about?"

                                            >At least a dozen ponies are all around you, talking to themselves and doing their best to put you onto a blanket

                                            >Bella

                                            >Twilight

                                            >Whatever the purple magic horse's name is

                                            >"Indeed that is Twilight."

                                            >You can't even think to yourself privately now

                                            >Twilight lifts you up easily with magic

                                            >"Don't worry, Anon. I'm sure you'll have the best rest of your life! I had a dream that told me so!"

                                            "Did you tell her that in her dream?"

                                            >"That's correct."

                                            "I thought you were here?"

                                            >"It is my sacred duty to guide all ponies. My sister, Princess Celestia, lawfully and rightfully rules the day and all of the lands that are warmed by the sun. She works very hard. The darkness... the dreams. The inner turmoil all ponies face. That is my realm. That is where I thrive."

                                            >Everything darkens until you can't even see yourself or hear the ponies

                                            >You can hear them but they're all muffled

                                            >Are you waking up?

                                            >Fuck yes it's time to get up and at 'em, Atom Antnon

                                            >Almost there

                                            "Come on baby give me some harsh dose of reality!"

                                            >You bolt upright from ʎonɹ ɯɐʇʇɹǝss

                                            >Luna is laying at your side, acting as little spoon

                                            "Aw shit."

                                            >"You are a slippery one, Anonymous. I didn't know your will was so strong. I almost lost you."

                                            >You have the strong urge to get out of bed but if you do that you are positive that your brain will turn inside outside back inside down

                                            "This is... I hope you understand that this is deeply worrying to me."

                                            >"I know, Anonymous. But you like nightmares too, don't you?"

                                            >Well, you are a horror fan and you can not lie

                                            >If you had any brothers they would not be able to deny

                                            "Be honest. How long are you keeping me here?"

                                            >"Be honest?"

                                            >She melts into a cloud of dark blue again

                                            >Rather than laying with her back to her, she's laying with her chest against yours

                                            >The direct eye contact and her smile is difficult to focus

                                            >"I will be honest. Your dreams... your fears. Your concerns. Your plans for the future. Your fantasies. All of them are unlike any I have ever seen before. Any I have felt. If at all possible, I would have you join me. Become my prince."

                                            "I have... no clue what the hell any of that means."

                                            >"It means I will never leave your side. As you will never leave mine. I can promise you as much comfort and power as you desire in this realm of nocturnal fantasia."

                                            >She moves in to kiss you

                                            >You lack the button on your controller to deny her

                                            >Even if you don't wish to kiss her, you are still only text on a screen

                                            >She finally ends the kiss, her tongue dancing across your lips

                                            >"Let me show you."

                                            "Show me what?"

                                            >"What is proof to me that you are my prince."

                                            >Oh God what's going to happen now

                                            CTRL+R


                                            >You're in... your room

                                            >Your old room

                                            >The room you had when you were just a kid

                                            "Oh... fuck."

                                            >Luna is laying at the foot of your younger self's bed

                                            >Just like the cat you had when you were just a lad

                                            >You were never bad, and you never got mad

                                            >Rather, it wasn't rare that you would get sad

                                            >"I remember this dream..."

                                            >She spoke in a soothing, soft tone

                                            >"You used to flee the waking world in times of peril. You would sleep entire days away, wouldn't you?"

                                            >How could she have known that?

                                            >"I know that because I know your dreams, Anonymous. Every dream you've had. Every nightmare that has stampeded into your young, vulnerable heart."

                                            "I... well, what else could I have done?"

                                            >"Concurrent dreams. Night after night, it continuing as if it were your life instead of the painful consciousness your body endured."

                                            "G... get me out of here. This is a few steps beyond what I'm ok with doing, even if it is for your entertainment."

                                            >"It is not entertainment, Anonymous. It is why I value you so dearly. Such short time has passed since we have met. And yet I have seen you dream. From before when you were a baby to what you will dream of in the future, I know you inside and out better than anyone else could."

                                            "I said GET ME OUT OF HERE. THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU, OR (You)!"

                                            C:\Windows\System32 is missing

                                            >Luna is on her hind hooves, waltzing to something you've heard from Final Fantasy

                                            >You're the other one waltzing with her

                                            >"We are in Canterlot, my prince."

                                            "How long has this been going on?"

                                            >Luna reaches up to kiss you

                                            >You're used to it now

                                            >You swear you can remember her taste now

                                            >"My sister and I have created a room just for you."

                                            "How long has this been going on?"

                                            >"Your every need is taken care of. Magic sustains you. You're the talk of all of Equestria!"

                                            "How long has this been going on?"

                                            >"Everyone has come together to hear of the Prince of Night."

                                            How long have (You) been reading this?

                                            "Shouldn't I take a break now?"

                                            >"Even if you take a break from this break, I will always be with you, Anonymous. My prince."

                                            >She shows you you from two posts ago

                                            >"Remember when-"

                                            "No, I don't remember."

                                            >"Relax then."

                                            "I can't relax."

                                            >"Please relax for only a moment with me."

                                            "I need to go back home."

                                            >"You have no home, Anonymous."

                                            "I still need to make a home."

                                            >"I will give you a home, I promise."

                                            >Princess Luna smiles at you from the foot of your bed

                                            >This isn't your home

                                            >Even as a kid, this wasn't your home

                                            >It was just where you lived

                                            >It was where you had relatives

                                            >But they weren't friends

                                            >They weren't family

                                            >They merely shared the same blood and last name as you

                                            >"Anonymous, join me."

                                            >Finally pic related


                                            >You're in...

                                            >An extravagant bed

                                            >It's bigger than any bed you could hope to have

                                            >You could fit at least a dozen of you on it and still have space to spread out

                                            "Holy shit... what the hell was that?"

                                            >You bring your arm up

                                            >You feel so weak it lands on your hand with the force of a slap

                                            "Ow."

                                            >A Canterlot guard knocks before entering

                                            >"Prince Anonymous! You're awake!"

                                            "Yeah! Yeah, I'm awake Rusting Point. Keep it quiet, yeah? I feel like I slept like the dead..."

                                            >You groan and finally sit up

                                            >Your clothing looks pretty snazzy, you gotta admit

                                            "How... uh. How long was I out?"

                                            >Rusting Point looks outside, then at the sun dial watch on his foreleg

                                            >It's dark in the room so it doesn't show

                                            >"I... uh... apologies sir, my watch isn't working right now. But it has been at least a day. Busy night again?"

                                            >Busy night?

                                            "Yeah... busy? No. But yeah. Luna and I, uh... hey."

                                            >"Sir?"

                                            >As good a man as Rusting Point is, he's lacking in sheer professionalism

                                            >That's why you like him

                                            "That... waltz. Dance. That... whatever that was. That actually happened. Right?"

                                            >Rusting Point chuckles

                                            >"Well I wasn't on duty at that time, sir. But I heard that you and Princess Luna made quite the couple."

                                            >That sounds accurate

                                            >You've had a lot of dreams about that lately

                                            >You're pretty sure you already said that

                                            >You remember that, don't (You)?

                                            "Heh. Yeah, I guess we did... thanks for your help in everything, Rust. Please, take a break. I feel bad having someone just standing at attention every day."

                                            >"Will do, sir!"

                                            "Hey, Rust... one more thing."

                                            >You hold up a heavy hand

                                            >He stands at attention, ready to do as you wish

                                            "Remember to... find your worth in the waking world. I'm... I don't know. Just remember to enjoy yourself when you can. Alright. Don't let things stress you out too much."

                                            >The gilded stallion chuckles

                                            >"Oh don't you worry sir. My firstborn is expected this summer. My duty as a soldier and as a guard for our Prince is mere practice for the most valorous duty of them all."

                                            "Good man. I'll see you later."

                                            >With a salute he leaves your room

                                            >You're left alone again

                                            >In the comfortable, soothing darkness

                                            >In that darkness, a pair of gorgeous moonlit eyes form

                                            >It's ok to be happy with this, isn't it?

                                            >This is real

                                            >Right?

                                            >"I love you Anonymous."

                                            >Please let this time you wake up be real