This story is a sequel to Abducted by a Nightmare

It has been a year since Nightmare entered my mind. Since that day, we got to know each other better. Everything was fine until some guy named Discord escaped his stone prison and began spreading chaos and mess in similar way a 3 year old would. Just as I thought this world couldn't get anymore cartoonish, he comes along.

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A 47 year-old man named Gregary is sent to the hospital and put into an artificial coma after collapsing in a store and sees himself being reborn in a beautiful winter wonderland to talking deer. Of course, he doesn't realize it, but he's born to one of the most important families there, and the Deer lands sit next to the Crystal Empire of the ponies, which Gregary is unaware of.

How unfortunate it is, then, that he already had developed hearing and the first thing that reaches him is the word 'betrothal'. 'Who are the unlucky ones', one would wonder.

Now he must live through the life of a young stag with many employees surrounding him and a village that looks like it's in Christmas all year. Strangely, the adults and elderly look at him with a disconcerting gaze. Is it because he doesn't act anything like them? Maybe he's too open to the idea of meeting other races. Who knows? This hallucination is likely to prove loaded with amusement, and Gregary intends to take advantage of it until it ends. Something forbidden stretches towards the northern lands, however, in search of their vengeance on one that yet lives and another that no longer is, and this might be the last time snow shines like a diamond.

Cover art by Mix-Up. Also here

Twilight Sparkle has made a number of homemade clones to act as her while out with her friends. Why? More time left for the original Twilight to study, of course.

If only she weren't so absolutely terrible at making clones.

Sex tag added due to Sexy Sparkle.

Given a unique perspective on negative emotion, less than a foal's knowledge of ordinary magic, a healthy schadenfreude, and danger bearing down on all sides, the self-proclaimed "Weiss Noir" makes no plans accounting for his death, and plans to keep it that way, even after being torn away from earth, turned into a unicorn, and dumped into one of the most inhospitable locations and times in all of Equestria.

Stranded in the Frozen North, a place where biting cold ends lives, and one thousand years in the past, in a time when peril is the norm, rather than the exception, Weiss decides to indulge in sorcery most foul, stolen ideas, and human ingenuity to survive.

Given the choice between a mad slaver and a mad sage, however, there is no avoiding an inevitable tide of ponies escaping the conquered Crystal Empire to bask in the warmth of his well-stoked hate. Something which draws attention, enemies, and most worryingly, the rivalry of his "peers".

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This story is a sequel to That Time I Became a Friendship Bomb

Peter Westmoore, formerly nineteen year old college student.

Once upon a time, his friends described him a responsible, hardworking student, not overly outgoing, but pleasant enough to talk to. He never was one for the party scene, nor did he drink, but he really put his all into his work. When he wasn't doing that, he was refining his skills in animation.

For his dedication and diligence, he is rewarded with a trip to a land of colourful ponies! He's even provided with a form to blend in! Mostly... a real shame he has no idea what's going on.

The epic rewrite of That Time I Became A Friendship Bomb. Don't know if the changes will be significant enough to warrant this being a new story, at least for the first few chapters, but since this one is going to continue updating, I think it might.

There is also the fact that I had no real idea where the old version was going, something I've fixed here.

Huge thank you to Gerandkis for editing this story, and the original as well! This wouldn't be as good of a story without their help, so you enjoy it, be sure to give them a thank you!

As the elements were unleashed, the Nightmare knew it was over. But it would not let it's fun end. No, it would not be left behind. It would find another world to bring to ruin. As for the poor sap that was left in It's place? He was going to get blasted, what did it matter what he ended up getting from It?

Cover Image by NetherWalker

Realized there was no link, so I'm adding two, one here and one in the chapter. After the events of Don't Underestimate the Power of a Bored Mare , the juicy bits that I cant put in a T fic: Defining Love

Edit: I swear, half of you are uncultured heathens. The thing in the image with the Nightmare's hair is a substitute doll