Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon]

by Eighth


68 The Odd Family

"Arg," cries Moonie in a mocking sound of death, "I'm bleeding out. Blah, bleh, bluh."
She wriggles about in the office couch and then falls almost lifelessly onto the floor.

"You're an odd child." You remark as you glance up from your work as if peering over non-existent glasses.

"Do you mean for a millenia old former tyrant?"

A chuckle heaves your shoulders up and down as you carry on. Silence falls, save for the whir and click of the ceiling fan and paper shuffling.

"Besides," a lonely Moonie states, eager to get the attention she often craves, "you're one to talk."

You set down your quill and sit up to stretch.

"Oh?" You question with a raised brow.

"You're the oddest parent I've ever met."

"Maybe for your kind," you reply with a sly smile.

"Really," disbelief oozes from her words, " Are all humans like you."

You scoff.

"Knew it."

Her tone is almost sing song as she rolls about on the floor aimlessly.

"So, we have a interspecies father/daughter relationship where the child is older than the parent."

"And both dictators."

"What?"

"Well I used to be one and you still are bossing folks about."

"I'm a fair and benevolent mayor."

"Aha! That's what every evil ruler says before they plunge the world into darkness."

With a mocking maniacal laugh, you shut off the light.

"Death, doom, destruction when Anonymous is around."

The two of you laugh as you find a spot on the floor next to Moonie.

"We are weird," she flatly comments.

It's said so suddenly and distant that you feel a huge heap of concern. You try shrugging it off as overreacting parental feelings but even that isn't enough.

"You know that's okay, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Of course. What else is there to be?"

You give her a reassuring scratch on the head. Unsure if she's feeling better or if anything was really wrong in the first place. But you hope you have. You can do that much at the least.