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  1. Remington had few recollections of dreams. He vaguely remembers dreaming as a young colt, but sometimes wondered if he had just convinced himself that he dreamt or made up a crazy dream in order to impress others instead of receiving that strange look after he reveals he doesn't think he's ever dreamed. It was always contrary to his understanding of them though, as he always loved the idea of the dreamscape, his admiring of Princess Luna, and the magic involved in unconscious thought. It was his gift, and one he never asked for. Remington mumbled slowly awake. After one second, he remembered where he was. After another, he looked to see Moonlight's spot on the bed was empty. He quickly stood up, and turned around, seeing Moonlight awake and inspecting his room. "You're awake? I mean. You're awake! Oh, stratus, I'm sorry about that! I didn't realize that some of those sodas would have sleep aid in them. Are you alright?"
  2. Flick was intentional with his purpose of this conversation, but he didn't want to come off abrasive. He wasn't even intending to harm the Queen's public image. All he wanted was a good conversation that would help make the situation more transparent and understanding so that whoever listened to the conversation could feel assured that things were going to be alright, because that was basically what Flick believed. "Oh yeah, that night was catastrophic. It opened a lot of pegasi eyes to what was really going on. Like, all in one night, all of Zephyr Heights finds out that you and your daughters cannot fly." Flick had so many questions to ask on this one subject, but he wanted to take it simple and easy and not overburden the conversation, otherwise this would quickly turn into an interrogation. "Though everypony saw it on livestream, there are still rumors that pegasi talk about surrounding that night. Like, for instance, there are many who suggest one of the princesses was working with the non-pegasi to expose the lies. What's going on there? Princess Zipp isn't at risk of being abdicated, is she?"
  3. Zap's experiences felt so strange. Part of him knew this couldn't be real. But there was no attention span to spare to explore the options that would lead him to a more logical conclusion. He fluttered down the path, skipping occasionally against the ground. When he came to the pile of gifts. Understanding the Gift Giver's ruleset, Zap made a careful but quick calculation as to which present he would chose. He hovered over it ready to pounce on it. "The biggest one! Right sis?"
  4. While musing around the restaurant a little, Izzy found an opportunity to sit at a table that was unoccupied and freshly cleaned off. It was a booth table, with enough room for four ponies, even more room for two. Izzy slid into the booth and examined everything that was on and around it. The laminated menu, the condiment shakers, the lighting fixture above the table, and the poster on the wall next to the table of some earth pony music band Izzy had never heard of before. Everything she looked at was interesting to her. It was significantly different than what a restaurant would look like in the forest, but at the same time, there was enough familiarity where she didn't feel completely out of place. "It felt like my horn was coming alive, like it was going to jump off my forehead, but then I could control it and it just felt tingly, almost like when your leg falls asleep after laying awkwardly for too long. Does that ever happen to you? And also, who is Coltplay?"
  5. Ambrosia got the jump on him before Zap could react. He was stunned into the reality of this magical creature doing the things he was doing. He had this urge to wake up Mom and Mom, it would be the first time he would have ever tried to wake them up for something he was doing past bedtime. Instead of asking for parental help, he quickly decided to join his sister in the chase. She was a selfish little monster sometimes, but her urgency was well-placed. Presents on Hearth's Warming had to happen! He flew outside and after the reindeer, unable to keep up with his leaps and bounds. After a few elusive moves, he vanished, leaving colored trails in his wake. Zap landed from his flight and caught his breath. "Where did he go? Which path should we choose?"
  6. Remington was having the realization that his hearth's warming traditions were rooted in his experience. Having grown up with no siblings, his experience with the gift process was basically that the kids get everything except lovers get a gift or two for each other, the evidence of this being his parents booping each other's noses while he wrestling with the littered wrapping paper on the floor. It was a good realization to have in the comfort of one's personal thoughts. It was a nightmare at a moment like this. Remington smiled sheepishly at both Moonlight and Gallus. He chuckled and combed his withers with a hoof. He walked towards Gallus and put a front leg around his shoulder. He smiled but spoke through his teeth. "Listen. Gallus. Buddy. I need your help."
  7. It was all too real for Zap. Any other intruder into the home would scare him into screaming for his Mothers' attention, but considering it was a large reindeer from the story he was told only a few hours ago, the intruder was more like a visitor invited by Applejack herself. He just stood still and stared at him, mesmerized and stunned at the sheer impact the kind of magic he seemed to be wielding. Even the pause from the creature did not move Zap. He remained in awe with his mouth agape.
  8. Zap was too proud to admit that he was a little scared that an unknown something was plodding through the barnhouse. It wasn't like he completely believed the stories, and so unlike Amby, was a little off guard with what was actually happening. At the same time, if worst came to worst, Zap would never be able to live having let his baby sister fall into some trap laid by an intruder, so he hover just in front of her as she fled down the stairs like a quiet mouse. Once down the stairs, Zap edged closer to the walkway to the living room and tip-hoofing out of line of sight of the room itself. The magically twinkling and rushing of wind seemed kind of strange, but he was not about to abort the mission. Slowly, he crept by the walkway and carefully leaned in his head to take a peak at what all evidence pointed to was the Great Gift Giver.
  9. Granola was only slightly startled and was able to keep her mouthful of punch from spewing out of her muzzle. She widened her eyes with surprise. Clearing her mouth of her beverage, she set down her cup and immediately began inspecting the gift. She took it with both hooves and could immediately tell it was probably some kind of book, as the shape and weight were consistent with what one would expect. "Oh my gosh! It feels kind of nice getting something out of nowhere. I like this Secret Princess thing! Heheh." She knew it was probably coming tonight during the party, but because of the mystery of it all, she thought it would be best to place expectations low. Granola carefully took off the bow and wrapping around the book and revealed it to herself. It was a book with a sophisticated binding and cover. A reprint of Libram Arcana Botanicae. Granola gasped. She looked up at Windwright but without saying anything at first, started sifting through the pages of the book. Many of the pages were written in an old style Ponish, but several footnotes added more modern context. "Windwright! This is amazing. Where did you get this? I don't know that I understand all these terms and syntaxes, but you better believe I'm gonna learn! And the artwork in this thing is brilliant!" Diagrams on every other page gave Granola the confidence that this would help her in her experiences discovering rare flora and find evidence of long lost pony cultivars.
  10. Zappy was about to dare to pull on the attic ladder, but was halted by the sounds coming from down the stairs. How it traveled from top to bottom in an instant, Zap did not know, but it spooked him almost as much as it excited him. "He's in the kitchen..." Zap whispered loudly as the steps seemed to walk themselves into the living room. He looked at Ambrosia to see what kind of move she would want to make. Zap secretly hoped that she didn't suggest that he just go downstairs. What if it was not the Gift Giver? What if it was the Pony of Shadows or the scary bipedal goat who scares ponies who misbehave? "What's he doing?"
  11. Remington was relieved that he didn't have to wear the bowtie, but was immediately stressed again at her excitement for the gift she has for him. Remington panicked. He had always known that down the line you get gifts for friends you are close with during this time of year, but he wasn't sure about giving a gift to Moonlight would be appropriate. After all, he didn't have any other gifts for anypony else, so it would suggest that Moonlight was that super special somepony in his life. But maybe she was? But then maybe she wasn't, and Remington would make himself the fool by leading the filly on. Leading the filly on, pfft. Remington all the sudden considers himself some kind of stud now. None of these thought processes mattered much as he began to fret about how he could possibly come up with a reason for why he didn't have a gift for her. "Really? You got me a gift?" Remington chuckled and tried to play off his nervousness. "Why?" Outside, he felt playful and flirty if not involuntarily and subtly rude. On the inside, he was dying with disappointment in himself.
  12. Amongst the prancing and partying at the castle, Granola had many opportunities to see the many Ponyvillians she had gotten to know over the years. Even some non-Ponyvillians were in town to celebrate hearth's warming, and she enjoyed seeing some of them for the first time in a while. Eventually, she got sight of the many market ponies she shared vending space with during many a season. And in that group of ponies was a plum pony who fancied herself a professional at juice. Granola approached her. "Berry! So glad you could make it. I'm your secret princess!" Granola immediately had a flash of anxiety. Was she supposed to reveal herself like this? Was she supposed to reveal herself at all? Was the gift meant to be hoof delivered by the pony herself or sent through the mail with no return address? Well, it was too late for those questions. "We are allowed to give gifts right? Or is it too soon?" Granola looked around for evidence of her committing a party foul.
  13. Though the evening was calm and the wind had died down, Granola had found herself running late into town. For a mare, often a hermit, made sure she would be there, to the Ponyville hearth's warming that ponies would share. The earth pony was distracted by the typical frets, of social anxiety and feeding her pets. But once she finished the daily jobs she intended, she put on her coat and trotted towards the ponies she friended. She walked into the castle, with bag and plants on haunch, to see all the guests dancing, and talking, and punch. A few waves to some strangers and good tidings to close steeds, and then placed her gift plants down and away from any potential stampedes. Nola looked around at the ponies who seemed to be overseeing the conditions of the event. "I'll just place these right here, and whoever can just placed them wherever. Poinsettias for the castle." Granola wanted to introduce herself to everypony, but the curiosity of her tongue always took priority. She trotted over to the punch bowl and poured herself a cup.
  14. Not remembering if this party that, that in Remington's opinion, the official school event planner made was meant for formal attire or not, the red pegasus walked in with a clip-on bow tie. He stepped behind Moonlight able to catch her from behind, which was not often. "Uh, Moonlight. Is it ok to dress down for this one?" He was afraid to ask. It was like asking a pony who likes food if they could skip a meal.
  15. Zap Apple had been jostled by the thumping, but for good measure, his little sister was there to softly screech his name. However, instead of being annoyed at the interruption of sleep, he too acknowledged the sounds he was hearing, and they were not normal. Before, Zap had rolled his eyes a little at the story his mom was telling him and Amby before they went to bed. He lied if he said he didn't believe in many old pony tales, but the way his mom had been telling the story told him it was more about entertainment than it was about real pony legend. But now that the clopping on the roof above his bedroom had traveled around, he wasn't so sure about what he didn't believe. Zap just starred at Ambrosia, not knowing what to say. Was she scared? Does he say something to excite her more, or say something to calm her down? In times like this, Zap knew he would portray the confidence of a big brother who would always have the authority and discernment to make the more mature reasoning during times of momentary stress like these. "Oh my gosh! Is it true!?" He whispered loudly, throwing his blanket off and hovering around the room listening for sound clues coming from the planks the barn was built out of. He softly flew out of the room and into the upstairs hallway continuing to follow the sound, until the noises stopped. Zap looked around frantically and then at Ambrosia, as if she had any answers.
  16. Flick was glad to see the Queen felt comfortable, or at least she portrayed herself that way. It was never clear how much she revealed her true feelings on basically everything. Flick took her wearing the headphones that as an all clear and was ready to get into it. He took a deep breath. "Queen Haven. You made it back!" He chuckled. "Word is, you had quite the road trip. Something about escaping prison, being friends with forest unicorns. Of course, we now know what happened in Maretime Bay, but there is still a lot of questions about what happened to you. So what happened?" Flick was willing to keep the opening question as vague as possible in order to let the Queen answer as much of it as she wanted to. He could always ask for more later.
  17. The fact that the young princess admitted to being interested in comics alerted Zap to jump up and stand on the table, interrupting Apple Bloom, and causing anything not glued to the table to shake. "Ooo! Ooo! Do you like Daring Do books, too!? I can't read the big books yet, but Dashie reads me stories and those are awesome!"
  18. Applejack was almost jump-scared when the outfit designers step away from the choices. Two were immediately interesting, good even. But Applejack was not prepared for the judging of dresses, even though she could easily pick her favorite. And if she was honest, which she was often, Applejack found something fascinating about the red and black one, even though it seemed the least logical choice. Applejack was held silent for a few seconds but then confessed. "You know, Rara, I could honestly see myself in all of these. The first one looks like a better version of Apple Chord's original outfit, but that feels too simple. Which one is your favorite? Is there one that matches your outfit?" Applejack attempted to convey a fake opinion based in taste of performance attire. At least this time, she wasn't having to deal with an Equestrian-renowned seamstress.
  19. Izzy giggled and disagree playfully. "I think I would probably call it something else like, uh, 'Pizzy by Izzy'." The unicorn looked around at the place curious about all the decorations and style choices of the menu art. She was not paying any attention to the ponies who stared at her for reasons both nefarious and innocent. While her eyes seemed distracted with the environment of inanimate objects in the restaurant, her focus was constantly fixed on Sunny's voice. When Sunny mentioned the oddity of the unicorn's existence, Izzy reminded herself of her own reality and responded. "Oh, pfft. It's not that big a deal. I wont be the last non-earth pony to walk around Maretime Bay. I just need to make sure I don't cause an accident with my magic." Izzy touched her horn and gave it a few taps. She expected it to spark like it did earlier, but it didn't. Even she was still trying to get used to what it meant to wield unicorn magic.
  20. Remington slowly opened his eyes and looked around. There was nothing. But when he looked behind and above him, he could see a pink unicorn drawing to his attention. He was slightly confused. He whispered, "Moonlight?" The world was torn and sucked asunder in what was, to Moonlight, a flash, an instant, insight into nothing as the false nature of the world around her died off under the all-seeing, all-perverse eyes of whatever ill-fortune visited them. What started in chaos and sound ended in silence, a dripping of nothingness in a void. Two hearts beating, two ponies breathing, one draped over the barrel of another. Two hearts seeking, two eyes peeking, and the colt asked if it was her. Moonlight opened her eyes and stared at Remington. "Is Remington watching? I'm me. I'm not dead," she said as she buried her head under his. "Where were you?" Remington stood up carefully and looked at Moonlight. She was saying strange things, but when she hooked her head under his chin, his heart melted. "I'm, right here, Moony." Remington completed a hug by wrapping his front legs around her. He wasn't fully cognitive of his surroundings, but he knew this filly. "But where is here? Why do I feel lost?" She looked up at him, head a fog, heart aflutter. "I think we are where we are," she said as she leaned into the warm hug, "like, and we're who we are, so wherever we are is fiiiiine by me." "I guess." Remington felt so sad for unknown reasons, but he could feel the standard emotion that hung on his mind. "I just feel so lonely." Remington dropped the hug and looked around. He walked up to the door and when he opened it, both of them were standing in a seaport, with several boats departing and arriving at the docks. He looked at Moonlight. "Do you want to get out of here?" "You know it," she said with a giggle, making sure to maintain body contact until he moved to open the door. The seaport smelled...salty, and rude, and crude, and she didn't like the water anyway, but here they were. "Wherever the tides take us." Remington walked up to an older stallion who seemed to be checking fare tickets for a boat hire. Under his wing, he pulled out two tickets and gave them to the pony. The red pegasus nodded to Moonlight and walked up the plank to board the boat. It was a small yacht, not too glamourous, but perfect for sight-seeing. She stepped on, looking all around. It was a nice boat for nice ponies. They were nice ponies. Moonlight felt something was wrong or right, but she felt something, from the tip of her horn and the strands of her tail hairs. All was nervous energy, she was calm and alive. "So, where to now?" Once the two hopped onto the common deck, Remington looked around and spotted a dinner table for two. "Come on, let's grab a bite as we set sail." After walking over to it, he pulled out one of the chairs for Moonlight to sit in. By now, she was excited. The filly pranced into position. "What a gentlecolt!" She said as she took her seat. "Whatcha thinking?" After Moonlight was set in her chair, Remington swung around and sat on his. His elbows resting on the table, he rested his head on his hooves as he mused at Moonlight. "I don't know, I guess we order?" He looked around for a waiter or hostess. With little activity from the help, Remington was getting quickly impatient. Eventually, a mare walked buy who was wearing an apron. "Hey, can we get a menu?" The mare seemed to purposefully ignore him and walked by the table without giving a glance. Remington was not having it. He followed her into one of the boat's cabins. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He used his body weight to shove her to the floor in order to get her undivided attention. "My girl and I would like some bread and sparkling juice, and make it quick! Don't make me come in here again," he yelled, "or I'll give you a hoofprint on the side of your face!" He returned quietly to the table and sat down and continued his amusement with Moonlight. "There's nothing shameful," he explained as he held her hoof, "that I wouldn't do." Moonlight was just so happy to be anywhere but where she was and with anyone who wasn't the mask inside, so much so that she could forgive a lot of unforgivable behavior. She was never a genius and she was never the sort of pony to think she was better than others but she very much didn't think any of that mattered anymore because Remington was alive and she wasn't dead. The mask was on the ground and broken and she kept on sleeping it under the table. It wasn't a thought as she took her seat and opened the menu, her tail bounced up and down. She was content and happy on date, a date with someone who was here. She was almost too engrossed in the menu and the weird symbols and words that seemed to bleed into her eyes to notice at first Remmy's increasing agitation. But that was okay. He was a colt of good passions and sometimes that could take a pony into places deep and exciting as equally as they had no control. Ponies were strange and really that server was not being very good. But she certainly didn't deserve his reaction. His chilling, violent reaction, his anger and his badness which seeped through like a red pulse. She put her menu down and her eyebrows arched in concern. What was he doing? This was not the Remington she liked a lot even when she was alive and not dead. When he came back to her however his words were as sweet to her words as they were concerning. She closed the menu. Without much time for reflection, a waitress pony walked out onto the deck pushing a snack cart. She hurried it to their table and pulled out sparkling juice and began pouring it into flute glasses. Moonlight looked at the glass greedily, excited to have a nice drink. A nice drink, nice date, nice colt. Well, not a nice colt, but he was her colt, and she was gonna have to figure out why he was acting that way. He probably just needed some TLC and she was good at all sorts of TLC. She was going to talk to him about his behavior before the glass she was going to have was dropped, and shattered. The waitress paused and then fled. Remington stood up quickly in reaction, and immediately shared a scowl on his face. But once he saw all the wait staff watching in fear from behind obstacles, he realized how overly aggressive he was being, and his expression fell. "Moonlight what has gotten into me?" As soon as he finished asking his companion, grey clouds began filling the skies and small rumbles introduced the coming of a storm. He stood up and Moonlight felt her ears pin back as she drew back, his immediate fury catching her not as off guard as she would like. Just as she thought it would get worse, he seemed to snap back. She looked up at him and spoke as the storm came on. "You're not, like, yourself. You sure you're okay, birdboy? Tell me about it!" She asked with thunderous concern. The ship was not docked. At some point during the wait for beverages, the yacht that Remington and Moonlight found themselves on had departed its port. It was only noticeable how far away from land it had gotten when the boat began rocking back and forth to the singing of the oncoming storm. No precipitation, but gusts of wind and intimidating swells that could be seen off the sides creating a feeling of danger, and for some others, adventure. "Oh, we be hittin' a mighty storm. She's a blowin'!" The captain of the ship was wrestling the wheel as if this yacht was actually some sort of galleon and could even be mistaken as a pirate ship. But maybe the eyepatch on the captain's face only made it seem that way. "Come on!" Remington wobbled his way to the captain and began arguing with him. "Step aside oldie, we need to steer this ship back to port." The captain immediately showed his displeasure and shoved Remington away from him. The yacht dream was quickly turning into a high air adventure. Did she say adventure? She meant nightmare. High storms threatened to upend the delicacy of intimacy, toss aside the sweetness of surrender, and blow away the soft sounds whispered between two ponies. That and it was wet, loud, and scary. Especially scary. She did not want to imagine that this was the best they could come up with but alas, alas, alas, avast ye mateys and up the black sail of nightmares as the yacht was tossed about. Speaking of tossing about, Remington was tossed about by the older captain. "Totally not cool! Grody AF!" She yelled before her horn lit up and she shot a beam at the motherbucker in anger. Remington tried getting up, but standing up straight was extremely hard for him with the way the ship was moving. When he finally stabilized himself, he saw the captain dodging lasers from Moonlight's horn. After a few misses, Remington tackled the captain and rolled with him across the deck. He quickly got up to brace himself for retaliation, but the captain was unconscious. With the boat continuing to rock violently sideways and every way, Remington found a rope and tied himself to it and tied the other end to Moonlight, with the expectation it would keep them anchored. Remington climbed the helm and tried to stop the aimless spinning to a controlled steer. He looked at the captain and then looked at Moonlight. "I must have killed that bit, we should have stayed in Equestria. Too much I spent, my shape got bent. I'm just a silly stallion. I spilled my beans 'cause I'm a fiend, and I can't fly this galleon." Debris from on the ship started drifting turbulently with the wind. A heavy rope hanging from one of the sails above wacked Remington clean off his hooves and sent him overboard. He splashed into the stormy waves the rope he was tied to going with him. Undertow..... undertow.... undertow..... under.... To call it all a little overwhelming would be doing disservice to the concept of getting 'whelmed ever, because she was super duper ultra overwhelmed. The Captain was knocked out and Remington took the helm as best he could, having tied the duo as sturdy as he could. Well, at least they would go together. She was pretty sure he was dead, he was dead, she was dead and they were not much alive. If only she had the mask. The mask would keep her safe no matter the trouble, worms and all. He tried his best to steer the ship but he couldn't. She wishes she could have helped him feel better but, well, she was scared. He seemed to put it all on him. "The storm isn't-" she began to try and calm him as the ship around them started to fall apart. One piece of debris took him out of the yacht- and, well, she watched the rope grow taut around her as the debris and colt threatened to pull her under as well. She was almost pulled over but skidded to a stop with her back hooves braced against the side, her front hooves trying to pull him out of the water. Her horn was even into it, trying to do everything she could. It wouldn't be enough and with a squeal of terror she was also pulled over the side and into the drink. Remington resurfaced on the rolling stormy waves, barely able to tread the violent waters. He saw that Moonlight had been pulled into the water as well. He thrashed, expelling his energy to stay afloat, but kept enough extra to scream obscenities to his fillyfriend. "All those thoughts you think don't even matter. Punch yourself, punch you in the face. All those thoughts you think don't even matter. If you don't care, you don't have to say!" Remington falls beneath the waves. The rope tied around him slipped out of him as he sank. He could see Moonlight above him during his descent, which calm and patient, almost like he was content with dying. "So take me for granted. I know I never really meant that much to you. All our memories will be erased. The only way out is forward, as far away as I can get." Remington began to move towards the abyss, the darkness of the waters becoming black, and the void growing endless. The mood whiplash was easily as terrible as the actual whiplash, and she didn't know what to think or feel. Here he was insulting her, and here she was drowning with him. There he was drowning, and there he was talking. The topsy turvy world of chaos and water had been something she could barely, scarcely, understand as the whirling miasma of emotion and water alike strangled any deep thought. Choking, dying, drowning, sobbing, screaming in the water, with angry metal moans. She dove after him and tried to talk, doing nothing but bloating herself up with fear. She tried to dive towards him, her horn flashing red and white and green and blue and pink and black in alarm as she tried to save him. Remington glanced at Moonlight but then continued floating down and away. "Where to now?" The rope around Remington slipped off of him, leaving him free to of its tether. "What happened to my bucking purpose? I am just a stone sinking, broken, and numb. Where to now? The way you made me, made me worthless. Truth is, in the end we all end up alone." Remington sank to a standing upright position and started walking towards a doorway, and then proceeded to walk through it. On the other side of the doorway was a large theater. She continued to dive towards him frantically, his words nothing more than bilious illusions alluding to words that the water strangled from her. In time he seemed to grow dark, land on his hooves, and walk. Around that time she lost him into the nothingness that was the future. She tried to ask where he was to make sure they were both very much fine and not dead but alas, she couldn't. Just when she was about to give up she found herself swimming up against a barrier. She tapped it, then pressed against it. After a few moments of effort she heard a pop and found herself floating above the theater briefly before falling down with a "Guuyah!" The theater had a stage and on this stage was a microphone with a guitar on a stand. Remington sauntered over to the guitar and picked it up. He began playing a song that matched the tone of his voice. "Can you feel me, calling your name from the balcony seats you left empty?" A spotlight lit up the balcony showing several seats empty, although all the seats were empty. "Can you feel me, tearing apart everything we used to be." The lights on the theater fell and only left a small light on Remington, showing his vulnerable position. He dropped his guitar and remained silent, waiting for something or somepony to intercept his lonely perception. Moonlight fell flat on her flank in a seat, flipping over it and her head swimming along with it. It took her a while to understand what was happening or where she was, but her ears were working just fine and she heard Remington sing. It was, as was becoming common, concerningly sad when they should both have been happy to live after everything they were through. And now she had such a seat to such a performance, how grand! Except it wasn't grand. It was sad. When it ended, she pushed through the droves of empty seats and mounted the stage, totting towards Remington and catching him with a hug. Then, she gave him a kiss. "Can you feel this?" Remington was jarred from his relaxed position to having to stand up to brace Moonlight's affection. When the kiss ended, he stepped back and resumed his pensive stature. He murmured softly a question he presumed to know the answer to. "You don't actually want me, do you?" She stepped into the space he gave up when he stepped back. "Well, duh. Like, of course I do." Remington whispered, "She'll always want me..." He sat on his haunches, put his hoof to his heart and then held it up for Moonlight to grab. She grabbed it, then leaned into him and kissed him again, this time pushing him onto the ground with her momentum. Remington laid down for a moment from Moonlight's passionate pounce, but then quickly shoved her off. "Take! All you do is take! Well, you can have it all!!!" Remington's chest began emitting several colors that filled the room around them, the pony's manes whirling with the breeze the expressions seemed to create. He then fell back into a large spider web. He landed in it, and was immediately wrapped in sticky silk. "Caught! In your web, I'm caught! Catch me when I fall!" Remington peered back at Moonlight and acted like he couldn't look away from her. "Stare! Kill me with your stare! All I do is follow!" Remington pulled away slowly from his entrapment and crawled towards her. "Care! Do you even care, if I'll be there tomorrow!?" Moonlight was becoming more and more convinced that she was in a dream, because this was all vey dream-like. The rainbows were things she would like for her to dream about. Then, it got weird. And undream-like, because it was scary, which made it a nightmare which this could not be since he was alive and she was not Valen. But maybe she was a spider, because of the webs. Or maybe she was a mirror for his own expressions, because he couldn't stare away from her, and as he started to crawl towards her all she could do was roll her eyes. He was being so totally bogus right now! "Like oh my Twilight, I've totally had enough," she said before her expression hardened. "Flap like a flag! Scrip'ted to flip!" She turned around on cue, looking away from him. "Tssk! Seriously, like, angry metal moans!" She said with exasperation. When he finally reached her hooves she raised the one he touched briefly, as if preparing to kick off some manner of goo. She looked down at him. "This is the moment you wish you'd woke," she said as she waggled her legs free of him derisively, "before you had your chance and totally choked." She said as she trotted into the darkness. Remington was panting. It became difficult for him to breathe. But Moonlight panicked and fled, leaving Remington gasping for breath on the floor. She left a mask behind her that seemed to fall from her face. He clutched the mask and yelled, "A medical dependency to you, there's nothing shameful that I wouldn't do." He put the mask on, and immediately evaporated out of existence.
  21. The two ponies continued sleeping for several minutes. Remington tossed his head around occasionally with discomfort from unknown reasons. The record continued spinning, playing song after song. The night had matured and the dormitories had fallen silent with sleeping students and empty hallways. Though music was playing in Remington's room, it was not too loud to disturb neighboring dormmates. Eventually, the record began playing the final song on the album. After some time, the sleep aid accidently given to Moonlight would wear off and she would be allowed to wake. Whether or not Remington would be able to wake before that would happen remained to be seen...
  22. Entering the boutique didn't enamor Zap the same way it did many other ponies, but he could at least admit the colors were eye-catching. Rarity seemed to gain some sort of favor for Zap, so he followed her into the room and did as she asked. He flew up to the left cupboard, opened it carefully and pulled out the silver box. As soon as the box left it's security on the shelf, the weight of it pulled Zap down slightly. It wasn't all that heavy, but Zap would do his best to provide the illusion that the extra weight did not affect his ability to fly with it in his hooves. He glided down and put the box on the table in front of Rarity. Just then, he felt that he might have fallen into the trap of doing favors for free. Or was there some sort of reward? Was there a reward? Zap could not remember, and having done something productive for somepony else with little hesitation, or without the confidence that a prize would be waiting after made him feel like he was entranced.
  23. Silverstream stepped back with an overwhelming look of glee radiated from her smile. The champion stepped forward towards Gallus and gave him a nod, readying for the aerial joust. As soon as both competitors gave each other their signal to ready, they would both take off into the sky and begin flying at each other, attempting to best the other in flight dominance. The cordial version of these typically relied on artistic moves rather than real combative aggression. But occasionally, two fierce competitors would attempt to uneven their odds by being slightly more abrasive in the air, resulting in a power creep of soaring tension. And it was entertaining to watch. Silverstream grabbed a snack from a nearby food vendor and sat down to enjoy the show she instigated. She had no fear for Gallus' livelihood. The champion jumped up and fluttered in the sky, his giant wings creating quiet the downwash of wind. He chuckled. "What are you waiting for, Gallus of Ponyville? Do you not want to defend your friend Silverstream's name?"
  24. As the game grew old, Zap's attention span started to drift. It was great seeing his own mother dominate as per usual, but even that could only grab his undivided attention for so long. He had been looking around at the billboards around the stadium, wondering what it would take to get his name plastered on the side of the stadium. It happened quickly. He missed it. He didn't notice the noise, but he noticed the lack of excitement. He sprang up to see what had happened. Hearing his baby sister's reaction with not being able to see his mother running around meant that something awful had happened. Was she hurt? Zap looked over to Dashie to see her assessment. "What happened, Dashie?" If she was truly hurt, he wasn't sure if he should go out there and help. After all, she helped him several times whenever he had an owie. But maybe he would just cause more problems. It was times like these Zap showed a surprising amount of maturity.
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