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// Nightmare Moon in Wonderland  
// Story: Slices from the Mind 
// by Pump It Up 
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	There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. 'Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; 'only, as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't mind.'

But the Dormouse did mind, for it was a weakened Nightmare Moon, and DID NOT take kindly to the fact that she was in the presence of idiots. They shall regret the day they ever found me in the toilet. (That was a rather touchy subject.) Her anger had finally come up to here; the two morons had stuffed her in a teapot the other day, and when she sent monsters after them, they just invited them to tea!

So, with Alice in attendance, Nightmare Moon shouted, ‘I shan't take it anymore!’ She transformed into her true form, continuing, ‘You foals! You are in the presence of your new ruler! Bow before me!’

‘Ooo, royalty!’ said the Mad Hatter.

‘We've never had royalty before! How do they act?’ asked the March Hare.

‘Do they like tea?’ The Hatter poured tea through his sleeve and into his teacup.

‘Oh my, royalty!’ Alice curtsied. ‘Your majesty.’

‘SOMEpony understands,’ Nightmare said, glaring at the other two.

‘So no tea? How about a biscuit? I believe we have some around here somewhere...’ the Mad Hatter said.

Nightmare Moon stomped her hoof on the table. ‘You imbeciles! Don't you realise this is no way to treat your superiors?!’

‘Superiors. I like that word,’ the Hare said.

The alicorn buried her head in her hooves. ‘I can't win with you two.’

‘Were we playing a game?’ the Hare inquired.

‘Why didn't anyone tell me!’ exclaimed the Hatter. ‘I would have put out the game tablecloth!’

For the first time in her existence, Nightmare Moon began to cry.