>Be Princess Luna, Goddess of the night and protector of dreams
>Be guarding the dreamscape over Manehatten
>Nothing really of note so far tonight, just some minor nightmares about ponies insecurities and what not
>but you have one last stop
>The orphanage
>The dreams there are always just so…. Sad
>The constant cries for love and affection are neigh unbearable
>So many dreams where they just dream of having parents
>It’s a shame Celestia has prevented you from personally adopting the whole orphanage
>You understand logically that you cannot take care of 150 or so foals by yourself 
>But Damn you if you didn’t want to try
>At least you can donate as much money as you can
>Those 12 bits you had in the bank really gathered interest over your 1000 year banishment on the moon.
>You hope the mistress of the orphanage used the money properly
>And you still have to check up on that one filly with the really weird dream from the previous night
>Well let’s see how the foal’s dreams are tonight
>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
>Next there’s a dream where a little colt is being told a bedtime story
>There’s one with 2 fillies playing tennis
>A pretty tame night so far
>You feel the looming presence of a nightmare somewhere nearby
>Better take care of it before it festers
>You quickly find and enter the nightmare that demanded you attention
>You find yourself in a dark classroom, lit only by moonlight poring through an open window
>Broken instruments scattered all around the floor make it difficult to maneuver around and the ceiling is too low to hover properly
>You can’t seem to find the dreamer as you look over the room
>Certainly they must somewhere in here, nightmares most certainly never show up by themselves
>You think you faintly hear something, your ears pivot to hone in on the sound
>It sounds like ragged breathing is coming from behind the teacher’s desk
>As quickly as you can you head towards the sound
>Just you find a little green filly lying just behind the desk
>She looks to be in severe pain, something silver gleaming on her side
>She had been stabbed in her dream!
“Who has done this to you little one?”
>The filly jerks suddenly and looks wearily towards you
>She looks so much older than she has any right to
>”Nobody stabbed me Nighthorse, I was just imagining another fillies fate”
>This can’t be good
“Please explain”
>”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:
>A haunting?
>In your orphanage?
>Not if you had anything to say about it!
“Where is the spirit now?”
>”She passed on, I helped’
>What
“What?”
>”I don’t really know to be honest lady, but she seemed pretty content when I killed her murderer for her”
“You killed somepony? At your age?”
>”She deserved far worse than death, and I’m older than I look. Believe me”
>How are you even supposed to handle a confession like this
“Do you know who you just confessed to?”
>”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”
“I doubt that”
>The filly, who had been lying on her side the whole time suddenly jumped up and glared harshly at you
“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!”
>Those are some pretty bucking serious crimes if she’s telling the truth about all this
>Something is seriously wrong with this filly
>Maybe even beyond the whole murder thing
“You know this means I'm going to have to look into this in the waking world”
>”I don't know what that insinuates but do your thing dream pone”
“I mean that I'm going to look into this when I wake up!”
>”I guess you're right figment of my imagination, I will need to answer for this”
>This filly
“Do you not know who I am?”
>”I know exactly who you are, and I'm sure you also know what's actually bothering me”
>If being a murderer wasn't the problem what the ever-loving buck would be?
>You didn't even want to know
“And that'd be?”
>Damn your curiosity!
>”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?”
>That's.... weird
“What is a man?”
>”Male humans, I miss having a dick”
>How soon were we giving fillies 'the talk' these days? Seriously!
“I, uh, anything else?”
>”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!”
>Humans must be what she calls that monkey thing
>But she used to be grown up?
“You used to be an adult? What happened?
>”That stupid purple alicorn!”
>She couldn't mean that Twilight could he/she?
>”She turned me into a filly and teleported me to Manehatten for no reason!”
>The dream is starting to break
>She must waking up
>”When I get my hands....hooves..FUCK! on her I'm going to-!”
>With a 'poof' the dream ends and you're back in the dreamscape
>This was going to be either weirdly simple to deal with or take years of therapy and police intervention to solve
>Fortunately you are a princess of the realm so you are a natural procure of deus ex machinas and macguffin's
>Still might require the ponice and some some serious therapy sessions afterward though if that filly was telling the truth
“Buck my life”





>Be Anon
>Other than some weird dreams the rest of your night was uneventful
>Especially in comparison to yesterday
>But that’s not important right now
>What was now important was getting away with it
>No juvy or it’s cutesy pony equivalent for you
>But even more important in the short term
>Breakfast
>You head downstairs
>Passing by the crime scene you created
>Bitch had it coming
>It was corded off with police tape and there was a pony in blue looking aound the still open window
“So what happened officer?”
>The stallion jumps at your sudden appearance
>”I can’t tell you about ongoing investigations, and this isn’t any place a filly like you should be
>This is probably the most competent adult you’ve met
>He turns around and goes back to examine the window
>You take that back
>While he is otherwise occupied you spy the remains of the bottle rocket you launched
>As subtlety as you can hide it in your mane
>He didn’t seem to notice
>You continue on your way to the cafeteria
>Looks like they have bacon and eggs with toast today
>Overjoyed by the prospect of bacon you grab your food, take your usual seat and dig in
>The eggs were good on toast
>But the bacon was disappointing
>it seems to be made of hay somehow
>You forlornly take a bite, expecting greasy hay
>What you taste nearly brings you to tears
>It tastes like real goddamn bacon
>You eat it slowly, savoring every bite
>But like all good things it ends far too soon
>With breakfast out of the way it’s time to go to class
Pfffffff fuck that
>With nary a second thought you head towards the front door, throwing away the bottle rocket on your way out
>With Strict dead the stupid barrier is probably down
>Your weird permanently affixed stickers seemed to have disappeared too
>How convenient [spoiler] I have totally forgotten about what I wanted to do with those [/spoiler]
>You open the front door and exit the orphanage
>”Anon wait!”
>Just as you place your first step outside you turn you head and see Quick Serve running to you
>”You’re going to leave without saying goodbye? You’re my only friend! You can’t just leave me!”
>Your ears lower as you feel bad for forgetting all about Quick like that
>Then an idea comes to mind
“Wanna come with me?’
>”Where would we go? What would we do?”
“We can go wherever we want and do anything we want. It’ll be great”
>“I don’t know, I’ve never even been outside the orphanage before”
“How about this, we explore around Manehatten for a while and if you don’t want to stay with me we come back here”
>”Can we get some tennis balls?”
“I don’t see why not”
>”Then what are we waiting for let’s go!”
“Hey wait up!”