"Miss Avocado… might I please be open with you for a moment? May I please speak to you in an adult manner?" 

"You may?" The filly blinked owlishly behind her oversized and chunky spectacles. "I thought we were already speaking like adults, but whatever." 

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Sisterhood meant a certain inescapable togetherness, for better or worse. For Luna, this often slid towards the worse end of the spectrum, though not always. There were moments when things were utterly fantastic, when everything was moonbows and roses. This particular moment was not a high point, but neither was it a low point. It was just a moment, and a rather sleepy one because she was up far too early, at the unalicornly hour of three of the clock in the afternoon. 

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Here we go. Reference material!

This is a continuation of this, and reading this will help make things clear.

This is relevant information about Shadow Psychology.

Do you know your shadow stretches all the way to hell?

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A bit of meta-storytelling. I'm pulling back the curtain on some stuff. I don't know if anybody will engage, or have anything to say, or if this will even be seen by many, but here goes. I am committed, if anything. Or need to be committed, most likely.

TLunatic Fringe

• MLP: FiM
• Comedy
• Drama

Luna becomes the Princess of Detention. It's not because she was naughty.

• Twilight
• Spike
• Celestia
• Luna

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I need spare eyes.

Any help would be appreciated. There's like... 30 pages to edit. And I've spent so long looking at these words that I can no longer see them. No, don't ask me to explain that. It's just a thing that happens.

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The faint remnants of a headache—the distilled memory of a migraine—punished Luna for trying to think. Nightmares plagued her sleep and kept her from getting fully rested. Dreadful dreams, the worst dreams had played out like bad movies from which there was no escape. This time, the Nightmare had not just swallowed her, but Overcast as well, transforming the both of them into gross, hideous parodies of their former selves. 

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Somepony was singing. More specifically, Twilight Sparkle was singing. To be exact, Twilight Sparkle was singing and she did so in the shower. So, she was a shower-singer, just like Celestia. How very droll. Only the most annoying of optimists sang in the shower, in Luna's experience. Of course, it could also be that Twilight sang while soaking in the tub, that was also an option. To know the truth, one would have to intrude—which was exactly what Luna decided to do. 

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Today wasn't the worst. 

But… today wasn't the best. 

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The last time that Luna had stood in her sister's shadow, things turned out poorly. She had slept poorly, plagued by dreams that might have been nightmares. Or maybe The Nightmare. She couldn't quite remember and wasn't sure if she wanted to. Overcast's words haunted her and now she fell victim to her own insecurity. What was it that Celestia doing? Why do this? Was this done with ill-intentions? It was so terribly easy to believe that it was. 

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