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// Chapter 11 
// Story: Midnight Green 
// by Voyd211 
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Chapter 11

Twilight was startled by Midnight speaking right next to her. “Hello, you know me.” He sat down with an entire tray of caramel apples, which Twilight regarded curiously. “Um, are you going to eat all of those?”
“Nah, I'll save one for you and each of your friends.” Rarity eyed Midnight's tail contemptuously. “Don't you have any sense of style? That tail looks awful next to your lovely suit. Also, what's that flower on your shirt?”
“Look, lady, there's a broken comb in my tail, in case you didn't see it. It ain't gonna fix, unless you cut off my tail at the root and let it grow back. Also, that's a pineapple blossom.” He dug into the candy apples with relish. “Nomnomdeelishscromfchompgulpmmmwonderful!” In about five seconds, there were only six apples left of a tray of twenty-four.
Midnight noticed that both Rarity and Twilight were gaping at him. “What? I'm a glutton, I eat a lot and I eat fast.” He was distracted by something, and then resumed speaking. “Have you ever had somepony walk by you, and you had a sudden urge to kiss them? For the purposes of this exercise we shall disregard gender.” Rarity and Twilight were shocked by the sudden, very random question that had come out of Midnight's mouth.
“Gasp! I feel like that all the time! I wonder why I haven't done it, though. It seems like the kind of thing you'd expect me to do, right Twilight?” Pinkie Pie's sudden entrance shocked Midnight about as much as his question had done to his present company. Before anypony could answer her, she bounded off happily. When Twilight looked at Midnight again, she noticed that his face had gone slightly red. “I'm not sure whether to be overjoyed or terrified at that statement. I'll get back to you as soon as I determine what kinds of random crap are flying through my mind. Like pegasi. Powder plue, rainbow-haired pegasi that are about to land on top of m–” He was cut off by Rainbow Dash suddenly crashing into him.
“Ow! Friggin' mother of–” He got up and looked very much in an insulting mood, when something caught his eye before he could complain further. “Hm, it seems that I am needed elsewhere. Later!” He vanished into the crowd.
Twilight didn't quite know what to think of his previous question, or the bizarrely precise statement that had preceded a rather prompt invitation to be struck by a pegasus. Said pegasus dusted herself off before speaking. “I wish he'd learn to move... what was he talking about before?”
“I'm... not quite sure. Something about feeling like kissing the pony in front of you?”
Rarity was still slackjawed from the question and hadn't quite regained her composure. “Buh, what? Kissing? Feelings? Clouds?”


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Midnight readied himself for his performance. The black-and-white costume he'd constructed himself would be key to his success. That, and the massive array of illusory spells he'd accrued over the years, as well as his own vocal prowess. As long as it was within his vocal range, he was a pitch-perfect mimic that gave his aunt's old parrot a run for his money. The Zebra Mask voice was as simple as lowering his normal pitch, and reducing the spell on his voice. He was also proficient with spells involving the manipulation of light, and was known back home for making shadows dance.
As he removed his glasses and slipped the mask on, he allowed himself a grin.
Tonight was going to be fun.