What? Nightmare Woon isn't dead? Dang it... · 11:34pm Feb 2nd, 2013
Just thought I would show those of you who don't immediately go for the cyanide when reading Nightmare Woon, that, much to all your despair, it's not dead . Just had to scrap the chapter...twice.
So, preview of third chapter yay! Hey! Put down that gun!
In the small town of Ponyville it was a completely normal day. The birds swam through the air, humming their songs; the bees leapt from flower to flower, intent on meeting their quota of pollen; the townsfolk lost themselves in dark whispers of strange things, of eternal night; and Nightmare Moon was screaming her head off at Twilight Sparkle. All was as it should be in the small town of Ponyville.
"You want me to what!?" Nightmare screeched, rattling the windows around her.
"Ow... I want you to participate in the Foal Free For all Foot- Foal Free Frown- Fee Fi Foh Fum- blagh." Twilight attempted to explain, gently soothing her vocally-assaulted ear.
"The Foal Free For All Fruit Food Fight!" Spike declared from inside the kitchen. Away from Nightmare's scrutinious, reptilian orbs, Spike allowed himself a proud smile; it wasn't every day he got to correct Twilight.
"Yes, that. I expect you to participate this year." The lavender unicorn sternly commanded.
"And why would I ever do that, Sparkle?" It wasn't a question so much as an act of defiance
Twilight breathed a deep sigh, knowing no matter what she said, Nightmare would lash out at her. Despite the futility, she explained, "Princess Luna-"
As expected, the dark child interrupted in a burst of anger. "I don't care what my pale reflection says, concubine of the sun!"
How the Crusaders could put up with more than two seconds of this bratty demi-god, Twilight would never know. She just wanted to use the worst magic spell she could think of the little demon and be done with it. There were numerous reasons she couldn't and wouldn't do that -mostly because sending her to the Twist dimension, where every pony was Twist, seemed too cruel. Of course, if Discord could be reformed then, logically, Nightmare Moon could change too -though it would help if she would stop scaring Fluttershy every single time she saw the timid pony
"Princess Luna said you have to make friends. This is a good way to meet some nice foals."
"You said that about the tiara child. And mocked she my family."
"I'm not giving you a choice. And you're grounded for that incident, by the way." The lavender mare stated, glancing grimly to the center of the room.
On the table in the middle of the library rested the consequences for the bitter alicorn's actions; a form detailing everything necessary for the father to sue Twilight Sparkle out of house and home. Naturally, being the Princess's prized student and many time hero of Equestria, any such attempt would be mercilessly shot down. It was queer though, how the stallion came to deliver the message himself, despite the mayor never relinquishing Nightmare's whereabouts to the public (yet). Even odder was the way he shifted his eyes about the inside of the home and spoke in almost quiet volume, like he was trying to sound important, but had just been yelled at by his boss.
"Make me, Sparkle..." The bratty foal barked, determined to win this battle of wills.
A minute later, the entire town turned head to hear the sharp screams flooding from their local library. Loud went to ear-shattering when the library door swung open, Twilight Sparkle, with the town menace locked tightly in her levitation spell, emerging from the scuffed inside. Escape from the energy prison was impossible even for an alicorn foal like Nightmare, but it didn't stop her from thrashing about like a fish removed from water. A very angry, foul-mouthed, gutter-minded fish.
"Release me! Release me this instant, foal!" The whole town heard the child scream.
Twilight would have none of Nightmare's tantrum and simply tossed a barrier of silence over the foal, leaving the alicorn to thrash about in vain. Making a quick gesture to the door, she summoned a disappointed-looking dragon from the caverns of the treehouse kitchen.
"Cheer up, Spike. You can finish your gem cake when we get back home. Besides I'm sure Rarity will be glad to give you a few gems for it."
At the mention of the bourgeois-esque mare Spike lost all solidity in his body and floated -propelled by Tau knew what- onto Twilight,s back. Nightmare kept silent for a brief period to stare in confusion at the swell of cartoon hearts pouring from Spike's head. Magically tethering spike to her backside, Twilight made off for the fashionista's abode.
The usually peaceful trip to Rarity's boutique was made into a test of patience by Nightmare's constant flopping about in her pitiful attempts at freedom. Shifting her eyes about the landscape, the light-purple pony saw an armada of crooked brows and eyes tinted red by hate and anger. Ponies around her stopped to snarl at the flailing foal being floated through the air. Twilight made a fearful expression, trotting on the farthest side of the path, away from the hate-filled eyes. The worst was Bon Bon, whose expression read as "I will kill that child, No matter how long it takes." Pleasantly, her sister, Lyra, who was sitting right next to her didn't seem to care about Nightmare at all.
Spike's company made the trek slightly more bearable; his constant gushing over Rarity was a preferable distraction from the grumpy child. Noticing the array of sharp glares growing larger, Twilight decided to pick up the pace before one of them -likely Pokey or the Flower Trio- instated an angry mob.
Dust flew up into the air as Twilight bolted out of sight. Bon Bon snorted at the horizon in disgust.
.......
"Um. Mr. Coconut, this robe wouldn't be related to your cult activities would it?" Rarity asked, pulling an ornate dirt-colored robe patterned with bronze symbols, from a stand behind the counter. She grimaced at the thing in front of her.
"Would you believe me if I told you an inter dimensional beast came to me in pseudo-dream this morning, made me scream like a foal cause it took your form and told me to get a robe for some apparently elder magic thingamajig tonight and then say it's for my girlfriend?"
"...No, darling. I wouldn't."
"Gee, that stinks. Cause that thing scares the bejeebers outta' me. Kinda hopin' you and the Element gals could blast it with friendship or something." Coconut said over the dinging of the door bells.
Hoping for anything to get Coconut to go away, Rarity turned her eyes to the door. In strode Celestia's personal student, oddly lacking her usual smile and her horn lit up like of one of those new lightbulb things Mr. Edison made -they would never catch on. Rarity inwardly sang with joy.
"I- ah... S-oh! Twilight! There you are!" Salvation had come! "So sorry Mr. Coconut, but I'm afraid you must leave. We have very important things to attend to, Twilight and I." Shrouded in sky-blue aura, the wretched sin against fashion Rarity had been forced to bring into the world flew from its stand. Coconut leaned in to object when the wad of finely decorated cloth flew into his gaping mouth, simultaneously silencing and choking him. "No time, sir. Please come back tomorrow. Tata. Ouivwa." She falsely chirped, pushing him out the door.
There was an amount of dark pleasure Rarity would nevwr admit to in seeing Coconut tumble from her shop and onto the dirt. More so when he ate dirt upon contact with the ground. For a fashionista like her, Coconut was the most despicable kind of pony, always dressing in dopey out-dated or worse, casual, fashions. There was his association with that Nightmare cult too, though it was mostly his personality, his dopey, obsessive personality, that drew such hatred from her. Forcing a false frown, she told herself that she was wrong to think like that. Truth was, she didn't believe that, despite how cruel it was.
Slamming the door, she slid back into the boutique and rested her head against the walls. Heaving out a sigh, she groaned, "Oh. I hate that stallion... So disgusting."
As if in response, there was a faint pop.
"Hmph. Element of Generosity my gorgeous butt." Came a voice that sounded like a supermodel and a chipmunk had a baby.
"Nightmare! Oooooo, how is my favewit wittle model doing today." she cooed, ripping herself from the wall to Nightmare's position. Lost in the alicorn's itty bitty frown, the fashionista felt something well up in her heart; a strange desire to hug the life out of the filly. Wary of child's loathing, she settled for playing with the foal's magic mane and cooing some more. The recipient wasn't pleased.
"Unhappy. As I know you still live, broodma-" Twilight Shot her a stern look. A look that said, "If you finish that word, you are going to clean the floors with a toothbrush."
Oh and if Twilight does become an alicorn, I'll be editing the story to fit that.
Appropriate reaction:
"Third" chapter? Excuse me?
787045
4th technically. I don't really count the prologue as a chapter.
787064 Ahh, that makes sense.
Actually, my reaction to Twi becoming an Alicorn has the opposite ending to what your reaction is. The gun goes to my head.
And am I the only one who actually likes Nightmare Woon?
798093
Actually I really like the idea of the Twilycorn, I also like self deprecation. Hence why I keep making up that people hate it.
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Though you still might want the cyanide pill for later chapters.
799989 Ah, we'll see... But since you said 'future chapters,' that means you'll have to Pinkie Promise that you'll make more! Do it, right here, right now!
800683
Alright ahem.
IA ia! Cthulhlu fgthan cuihn tukjagh!
Oh wait. That's the cthulhu promise...I am so screwed
801041
Are you trying to doom us all?! Wait... the planets aren't properly aligned, right? He can only come if the planets are aligned! Quick, bring me a narwhal! They are the only creatures that stand a chance against the Cthulhu! 
Oh, by the way...
I think you meant Au Revoire, which as you know, is French.