A midnight black alicorn, who stood a bit taller than Princess Celestia, with a mane that resembled Princess Luna’s and a cutie mark that was identical to Princess Luna’s stood in the doorway, laughing maniacally at her return.
At seeing Nightmare Moon, here, somehow; Celestia instinctively stood up from her throne. “L-Luna?” She stuttered. “I don’t understand. How…”
While this was going on, and everyone else in the room was transfixed, Twilight quietly made her way over to Fighter. “Fighter, what did you do?” She asked, in the manner like she was talking down to a five year old who had scribbled on the wall and was trying to get them to confess.
“I don’t know,” he responded in a simple tone, seemingly ignorant of the gravity of the situation. “She said that it would be a bit of a walk to the throne room, so I decided to talk to her to pass the time.”
“Talk about what, exactly?” Twilight continued.
“The usual: sword chucks and drownball, things like that.”
“Wow,” BM spoke up from behind them. “He’s so stupid that his stupidity managed to completely destroy her rational mind and peel back the defeated, nihilistic tortured soul that had remained buried for years all in the span of a little over a minute. That’s a record even for him.”
When the other ponies just stared at him in response, BM then threw his arms up in the air. “What? Just because he’s the bane of my existence, and I spend literally every conscious thinking moment, sans my sexy mage-on-mage fantasies with White Mage, imagining how I’m going to torture him in the most evil and painful ways imaginable, and pondering the eternal mystery of how I can end his life permanently doesn’t mean I can’t be impressed by him? Please,” he scoffed.