//------------------------------// // The plan is simple (Part 2) // Story: Do as you like // by PonkaPlatinum //------------------------------// “Good morning, Anon.”  “Mornin’, Twilight.” Twilight enters just as Spike does into your diner. It’s a little past 6:00 AM and Pinkie has just left after taking her breakfast. “Mornin’, Anon!” Spike greets, a little later. “Mornin’, Spike. What’ll you two be having?” you ask as “Sunshine” approaches you upon hearing the first customers of the day arriving.  Twilight and Spike greet her while she simply flashes them a timid smile.  “Hayburgers for me and Spike, but I actually came here to discuss, well, you know…” “It’s okay, she knows.” you detect Twilight’s hesitation of bringing up Nightmare Moon, most probably because of Chrysalis’ presence.  You already told her ako about it yesterday though. She wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the news as you already figured they didn’t really know each other personally, but she didn’t really mind since it didn’t affect either of you anyway. Not yet at least. You ruffle Chrysalis’ mane as you kindly request, “You mind getting those orders ready? I just gotta talk with Twilight for a little bit.” Leaning into your hand, she replies, “Sure thing.” Chrysalis trots off as Twilight starts to speak, “So how are the two of you?” she whispers. “Yeah, no. We’re not talking about that today.”  With a pout, she shifts the topic, “ Fine. So tell me, how’d you come up with that hypothesis anyway?”  “Yeah, last time I saw Nightmare Moon, she was pretty much evil incarnate.” Spike comments quite hysterically. “I don’t really know. I guess the numbers just added up. If anything, it’s really just a hunch.” you explain. “Really?” Twilight aaks. “Yup, but gosh darn was it a good hunch. With her being powerless now, I can see she has potential to be, well, somewhat not bad.”  “Oh yeah, I almost forgot you did that to her. Makes me wonder what other skills you have, Anon.” Twilight says.  “You don’t know the half of it.”  Chrysalis returns with two plates of hayburgers, one single and another with an overwhelming amount of three. “Here’s the usual.” Chrysalis announces as she sets the two plates in front of Twilight and Soike. “Don’t you mean half of the usual?” you joke, which gets a blast of magic projecting straight for you.  You dodge it with ease as the three of you laugh it up, the only one pouting being Twilight. “Well anyway, eat up. We can continue discussing this right after.”  Twilight starts digging in, but right before Spike takes a bite, he coughs up, with green flames, a scroll. Looking over at Twilight and noticing she’s a little...preoccupied, Spike unravels the parchment and gives it a read. “Oh, it’s for you, Anon.” he hands you the letter as you take it from him with a smile. “Thanks.” You give the letter a quick skim as Twilight has already finished two Hayburgers.  After a few seconds of reading, she asks, “what’s it say?” a look of curiosity on her face. “I see. It looks like the sisters have been putting up with Nightmare’s daily pranks for a while now but they’ve got really important meetings to attend today and they’re afraid she’ll interfere. So they want me to take her in as early as possible but they’ll be here tonight to take her back. A few apologies for this coming out of nowhere here and there but that’s about it.” “Nightmare Moon’s gonna be in Ponyville today!?” Spike shouts in a mix of fear and excitement. “Now, you mean.” you correct him with a snap of your fingers. Nightmare moon appears in front of all of you on the diner’s floor. She’s levitating a carton of eggs along with a few eggs, angling them into a throwing trajectory, though it appears she only has two eggs left. Her mane also looks a little frazzled mess. Now you can tell why the letter was sent so early. To be fair, you’d probably ask for help too if you woke up to eggs being thrown at you. She locks eyes with all of you as you all do the same.  Octavia and Vinyl also happen to enter the store, just in time for their shift. “...so I said, ‘That’s funniest thing I’ve ever seen!’.” Vinyl finishes her story as Octavia laughs it up, that is, until they both notice the little filly in the middle of the room. Reading the mood, they both look back and forth from you and Nightmare Moon. “Uhhh, might this not be the best time for us to come in?” Octavia throws the question out there, but no one answers. After realizing what’s just happened and noticing Twilight finishing her Hayburger, Nightmare shouts, “Sparkle! You who foiled my “Thousand year veangance, feel my wrath!” She launches an egg towards Twilught with all her might. Spike ducks for cover in fear of being collateral while Twilight covers herself and cowers to absorb the minuscule damage, but you catch it just in time. “Whoa now, no need to get violent.” you unsuccessfully calm her down. “There IS a need to be violent!” she shouts back, launching another egg that you manage to catch another egg. Everyone seems to be confused seeing this side of Nightmare, and they also seem a little worried not knowing how to defuse the situation. With a sigh, you teleport Nightmare and yourself to the kitchen. You crack both eggs and separate the egg white from the yolk as you start beating the egg white with a whisk. After the egg whites turn foamy, you beat the yolks a little and add them to the mix along with a bit of salt. Combining the ingredients properly, you pour it on a frying pan that’s heating with olive oil.  Letting the egg cook, you throw in the empty egg carton into a trash bin as you notice that Nightmare has simply been frustratedly hoofing the tiled flooring of your kitchen.  You turn back to your breakfast for the day, add a little Parmesan and parsley, give it a fold, and then serve it on a plate. “Eat up.” you set the plate on a table. The aroma stops Nightmare from venting her anger for a second and curiously inspects the scrambled egg. You shake the table a little, jiggling the fluffy egg a little and capturing the awe of the little filly.  She takes a seat as you hand her a fork to munch on her breakfast. While she digs in, you conjure a brush to brush her “morning frizz” mane away as you alternatingly stroke her hair with the fingers on your left hand.  With the food and the grooming, she seems to calm down considerably, well, compared to how she was just a minute ago at least. The absence of loud bellowing confirms that thought as well. You could almost even see a smile on her muzzle as she eats away her eggs. Perhaps she was just hungry. After finishing the eggs, Nightmare catches herself enjoying your treatment, triggering her to pretend she wasn’t.  “I need not your kindness, creature!”  “It’s Anonymous by the way, and if that’s what you’d like, I guess I’ll go send a letter to Princess Celestia right now.”  “Wait!” she pleads just as you turn around. “Hmmm?” “I, uhhhh, have plans today.” she makes up an excuse. “I see. And where might you want to go?” you prod her to your amusement. “Anywhere but there.”  You laugh at her statement, whether it was a joke or not. “Well then, I guess I won’t be sending them a letter then.”  She breathes a sigh of relief just as you start to leave the kitchen. “Come on, let’s go.” you motion for her to follow you, but she resists. “No, I will do as I please.” she’s standing her ground quite mightily on the stool she’s sitting in. “Oh, and what is it that pleases you this fine Sunday morning?”  With no actual immediate or long term plans for the future, she responds, “Attempting to reacquire my lost power!”  You know she can’t do that, not yet at least. At her current form, she can’t surpass her limits and gain even a fraction of the mana pool or strength that she had just yesterday no matter how much magic she learns, but you humor her anyway. “Wanna go to the library then?”  “We shall venture to the library under my command!” she commands. Heh, the “empowering” sight before you is cute enough to make you laugh; even if she did try to perpetually freeze the flow and cycle of the sun and moon for all eternity. “Whatever you say, boss.”  You soon find yourself walking alongside Nightmare out in the vincinity of Ponyville. You’d made sure to teleport the two of you out of the diner to avoid Twilight, because you’re pretty sure she’s angered by pretty much everyone. Well, everyone except you at least, so that’s a good sign. You suppose it’s best to just stick with her until the day ends.  Thankfully, no one’s panicking at her mere presence. Whether it’s because of her smaller appearance that ponies have never seen, the lack of armor that she’s always known to wear or her low number of public appearances, it seems to be working. Or maybe it’s just the simple white shirt that you asked her to wear to conceal her wings. Yeah, that’s probably it. She refused at first until you managed to conjure the clothes on her body. She’d resist once more, but the shirt’s alluring comfiness, snugness and comfortability convinced her otherwise. “Creature, this does not appear to be a library.” she tells you after noticing that you’ve stopped at a humble little ice cream stand.  “Hold on, I could go for an ice cream right now.” you happily hand over some bits to the unicorn ice cream mare  as she hands you a cone of vanilla and a cone of “Rocky Road” with her magic. “Ice cream?” Nightmare ponders. Oh, right. Despite being over a thousand years old, you suppose her entire life was centralized around revenge and evil. No time set aside for fun or relaxation. Not even during her thousand year banishment on the moon. Then again, you could probably think of just about two things you could do on the moon; Think about the things that you could do on the moon and think about things that you could do if you weren’t on the moon.  You understand that, to an extent, she possesses the memories and knowledge that Luna had when she was made, but you doubt she ever had the chance to experience anything that wasn’t related to revenge. “Here, you want some? It’s chocolate.” you hand her the chocolate ice cream as she carefully inspects it while the two of you start to cover some more ground.. “This cream does not appear to be made out of ice.”  “Still tastes good though.”  Inspecting it once more, she gives it a lick. Her eyes light up as she devours the entire cone faster than Pinkie Pie does. You hand her another childcare ice cream cone as she does the same. “Enjoying yourself?”  “N-no! I am merely acquiring more knowledge about this world that may aid in my magical restoration!” yet another lie from this little filly. “Well then, you can acquire more knowledge here.” you stand in front of Twilight’s school. It’s not exactly the library, but that’s not really the plan. The plan is to help Nightmare have some fun for once and enjoy herself. And you’ve got a feeling that Twilight’s school is just the place. “Good morning, Anon! Who’s your friend?” Starlight greets in the school hallways just as you both pass her by. Nightmare glares at Starlight as you both walk nearer towards her, “Just a friend that’s looking to pass some time. Anything we can do here on a Sunday morning?” Starlight, confused at Nightmare’s expression but dismisses it anyway, replies, “U-uhhhh, Rainbow’s playing some hoofball with the sports club right now. You can join them if you’d like.”  “Thanks.” you give her a wave as you both start to move towards the recreational field, Nightmare’s gaze never leaving Starlight until you both got far enough.  “We are not here to play games, creature.” she reprimands you, to your displeasure. “Alright, you got me. The library’s actually in Twilight’s castle, but I doubt you’d like to go there, so you can use this school’s library if you’d like.” “It should suffice for my needs.” “Would you like me to join you?” you politely offer. “Your business is none of my concern.”  “Suit yourself. I’ll be playing in the field.” “Very well then.” she starts to trot away to your right. “Library’s on the left.”  She immediately freezes, and turns a full 180 degrees, quickly moving towards the library while hiding her blush of embarrassment from you. Coolio then. “Hey Dash!” you shout, stopping the hoofball club’s game altogether as they look towards your direction. “Yo Anon! You need something?” she shouts back. At last, you come close enough to the midfield. You notice a few familiar faces, specifically that of the notorious six students of different races. “Just a nice and fun Sunday morning game of hoofball. It’s like football, I take it?” “Foot what?” she asks, the rest of the club also in visible confusion. “Never mind. Can I join?” you ask. “Only if you can keep up.” she boasts, launching the ball to your feet. It’s showtime. “You know what I love so much about sports?” You grab the ball in your hands, sizing it up and tossing it a little up and down. “Yeah, what’s that?” Dash asks, cocking her head sideways. “It’s just another proof of how a little science can really shake things up.”  You launch the ball meters into the air as you angle your body and hold your right foot just a little behind you. Steady… Steaaady… … Fire! The ball falls down to the perfect height as you twist your waist and transfer all your momentum to your right foot. Making contact with the black and white ball, you angle your shot at 45 degrees for maximum distancing. The whole club stares in awe at the ball’s trajectory as it lands itself in the net of the goal.  Easy enough. Then again, the field IS pretty small for your size. A stray voice shouts out, “Anon versus the club!”  Well, not so stray as you noticed it came from a certain quirky hipogriff. More voices from the crowd cheer in agreement as Dash shoots you a challenging stare.  “Think you lot can take me?”  All stops for “Smug express” have been pulled out. “You’re on, hotshot!” Meanwhile, a particular lonely filly Alicorn stares blankly at some books. Frantically, she skims through page after page, each book less helpful than the last.  She can understand the words but she can’t translate them into magical casting. Slowly, she finds comprehending the spells and magic to be more and more difficult. It’s like starting all over again, except it’s worse because it’s her first time starting from scratch so no past experience can aid her. At this point, it’s less like finding a needle in a haystack and more like finding a non-existent needle in an infinite pool of haystacks. She won’t get any progress like this. Not in a long while. A stray glance graces her eyes with a sign hung in the wall in the library. “Friendship is Magic” She remembers her glory days when she was first released after that thousand-year banishment. She was brimming with rage, loaded with hate and with a knack for evil and revenge. The mere thought of friendship being a magic was preposterous to her at first, but as it turns out, it was meant quite literally with friendship being the key to wielding the Elements of Harmony.  The Elements of Harmony… Could it be possible to possess such a great power? Looking back now, it is most probably the most attainable, and yet, one of the most powerful forms of magic anycreature can obtain.  Thoughts of the minuscule chance to even acquire such magic leave her head as she comes to a few realizations. It would take genuine friendship to do such a thing. She had no friends, and she probably couldn’t make any in the first place.  Devoid of hope, she slumps to the floor and wallows in her own sel-pity. She’s not proud of her current form, and she even feels a little pathetic. Still on the floor, questions start to pop up in her head. Is there really no chance for her to return to how she once was? Is it time to give up her nefarious drive? Was the creature right? That she is only evil out of circumstance and not because of how she truly is.  She’s simply tired, and the best thing she can do for now is let the chips fall where they may.  Standing up, she looks out the window to see an intense hoofball match playing out. The creature seems to be bypassing anycreature that stands in his way, but the Element of Loyalty always manages to block his shots as the goalkeeper.  Staring at the lot of them cheering and enjoying themselves, an odd feeling stirs from within her. Is it jealousy? Perhaps it is simply remnants of Luna’s envy a thousand years prior, but if it is not, then what is it? The feeling puts her deeper and deeper as she watches on. The wind blows as it does, but a voice resonates from its frequencies to form a whisper, “Why don’t you join them….It could be fun…”  Fun… She’d heard that word before, but she’d never actually experienced it herself.  Perhaps it is time for fate to take a chance as an idea forms in her head. What if…? “You’ve all sure got some spunk to be taking me on like this!” you shout as you score yet another goal, not that the hoofball club hasn’t been scoring at all. It’s pretty much a stalemate right now actually.  They have the numbers and Dash has the speed as a goalie, but your height advantage makes you faster than most of them. It’s easy to bypass any of them individually, but it’s rather difficult to keep hold of the ball when they horde up, even if you do have a much larger body mass than them.  Luckily this time, you manage to get close enough again to take a shot. “Time to roll the dice.”  You give the ball a nice and solid kick, quickly passing by Gallus and Smolder on the defensive, but Dash is ready.  She pounces on the ball and deflects it, launching it high in the sky.  “Darn. Nice catch, Dash.” you commend her as the rest of the club cheer for her.  Figures she’d play goalie as the fastest player in the club.  You keep your eye on the ball in the air until it lands… Oh? That’s certainly interesting. “C-can I p-p-play too?” she pleads, but in a way that seems like she’s only forcing herself to say it. It came with a sense of hostility, but you can tell this is a good sign. The whole club shoots her a look of confusion as you walk towards Nightmare, but you simply say, “Hey Dash, last goal, winner take all. Me and my friend versus you and a player of your choice.”  You ruffle Nightmare’s mane for emphasis, to which she responds by pushing your arm away. “Deal! You better hope that friend of yours can play better than you do!” she shouts back. The whole club clears from the hoofball field and forms a three-line formation. Dash surveys the players with analytic eyes until her gaze comes across the club’s most elite player.  “Give me your all, soldier!” she shouts, pointing to the player. Meanwhile with you and Nightmare… “Have you ever played hoofball before?” you ask. She shakes her head a negative.  “Great. Hooves only. You can hold the ball, but only if you stay in place. Get it in the net of the other field and that’s about it. You catch that?” you give her a brief explanation of the basic rules. “I did. I am not a mere filly, creature.”  She looks down at herself and glares at you upon realizing her words. You give her a snicker as you conjure a ball and lightly toss it her way. “Try giving it a kick.”  She eyes it until she gives it a light strike. As it moves a few meters away from her, a new feeling wells up from inside of her. After such a long time, she’s found an activity that lets off some steam besides violence.  The familiar feeling of venting her anger returns, a fire burns inside her. She rushes towards the ball and gives it a hefty strike, launching it almost as far as you can. The whole club takes notice, but Nightmare is too enveloped in her own thoughts. Even if it’s not the same, it’s all coming back to her. Different forms of empathy filling her once more. And after such a long time, there’s one feeling she yearns for. A feeling she never had. The feeling of winning. “Creature, we shall win this bout!” a newfound vigor flows through her. “That is the plan.”  “You chumps ready!?” Dash catches the attention of Nightmare and you, right as you’re both coming towards the center of the field already.  “Ready as we’ll ever be. Oh, hi Silverstream.” you greet Dash’s teammate as they both reach the center with you. “Hey Anon!” she greets with a great enthusiasm matching her vigorous wave. Quite the player she picked. Fast, energetic, flexible, skilled and many more. To sum up, she’s Pinkie 2.0. Not the easiest type to deal with. “I’ll be keeping for us.” you volunteer. “So will I.” Dash announces. “Great, let’s start.”  As you and Dash start to reach for the goalposts, a hoof holds back a leg of yours. You turn back to see Nightmare staring you in the eyes and giving you a nod. With a smile, you nod back. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around before. But you’re Anon’s friend, right? I’m his friend too! We could be friends if you’d like. Do you like stairs too? If you do then we could totally be BFFs!” the hippogriff drones on as Nightmare tunes her out. It’s incredibly annoying to her while she waits for the game to start.  “Ready! Set! Go!” Ocellus exclaims to signify that the game has started. And so it starts, with Silverstream getting first touch as she bypasses Nightmare. As she tuned out Silverstream, she’s only realized now that the game has already started. Was that a tactic? Nightmare shakes those thoughts off to act on her mistake.  With all her four hooves, she takes a large pounce backwards and snatched the ball away from Silverstream.  “Awww.” the hipogriff grumbles as she starts chasing for the filly making her way towards Rainbow Dash. As Nightmare is only slightly faster, she reaches the goal and strikes the ball.  “Too slow, kid.” Dash deflects the ball towards Silverstream.  Nightmare gives Dash a glare as she goes for the ball again. “Here we go.” Silverstream taps the ball that was coming towards her to stabilize it, but Nightmare snatches it once more while it is slowing down in the air.  Ball in hoof, Nightmare must pass Silverstream now to get to the goal. She’s certainly fast, but does she have enough skill to get past the hippogriff? Perhaps not. In an act of brilliance, she lobs the ball over the Silverstream’s head as she starts to rush behind her.  Unfortunately, Silverstream smacks it down with a jump as she’s already charging for Anon. Darn!  With a shortage of stamina, Nightmare stays in place near Dash to recharge. “Hey Mr. Anon! I sure hope you’re ready for this.” the hippogriff adorably warns you.  “Hey, Silverstream. Try it. They didn’t call me the Great Wall of China for nothing.”  Silverstream strikes the ball, but instead of catching it, you give it your best goal kick.  The ball launches high in the sky as everyone’s gaze locks onto it. The audience is brimming with anticipation as both shots have been blocked. Silverstream casually awaits for the ball to land as it’s trajectory is far enough from a recovering Nightmare Moon.  She holds her hands up in the sky as it draws nearer until… “Anon!?” she shouts in shock. You give the ball a headbutt and keep it in control with your legs.  The game is dangerous now. You miss and they can easily take a shot with no goalie by your goal. Silverstream is far enough that she can’t do anything about it. So virtually, it’s just you, Dash and Nightmare. With you on the left side, Nightmare on the right side and Dash in the middle of the goal. Time to go all in. You quickly pass the ball to Nightmare as you give her a look. Dash notices as Nightmare passes the ball back to you. “You won’t pull a one-two on me Anon!”  You ready a stance as Dash covers your expected trajectory by her right side.  With all your might and a powerful form readying as the ball enters your line of fire, you drop the stance and quickly pass the ball back to Nightmare. Quite casually, she kicks the ball into the goal. The whole crowd cheers as Dash stares in disbelief at the bamboozling you’d set up. You look over to Nightmare who’s giving you a wide smile, one you haven’t seen before. Nightmare feels livelier than she ever has before. “Creature, is this what they call…’fun’?”  “It certainly is.”  “I...am somewhat inclined to favor it.” Yeah, today’s gonna be great. Yeah, today was great.  After leaving the field like a pair of badasses, you noticed Discord leaning on a wall from afar. He casts you a wink to which you return him a wink as well. Well, a wink and you summon him a note that says, “Thanks, big guy.”  You and Nightmare really did have a blast though. You both had ice cream. Went to have some pastries at Sugarcube Corner. Had some ice cream. Swam in the lake. Had some ice cream. Played some video games. Had some ice cream. Indulged yourselves in a nearby fair. Had some ice cream. Enjoyed yourselves with Trixie and her Great and Powerful shows. Had some ice cream. Slaid evil demons in the 7th leyline dimension of Kjjjhu’djnfgga. And finally, had some ice cream. All in that order. Now, you find yourself stuffed with a lovely dinner you prepared for you, Chrysalis and Nightmare. Though they did bicker for a little while after Nightmare found out Chrysalis was, well, Chrysalis, you managed to settle them down and have a nice little meal together This moment...it’s so...lovely. It simply is. You sit outside with Nightmare, a glass of mango juice in hand and a glass of chocolate milk in hoof for her. “One hell of a day huh?” you take a sip from your drink as you traverse the night sky with your gaze.    “Certainly.” she eyes the stars formed beyond the horizons, deep in thoughts of the past and the present meshed together. “Creature, listen well and savor it, for this may or may not be the last time you will hear me say this.” she speaks, substituting eye contact with you for maintaining her gaze at the stars. “Hmmm?” “Today has been grand and lively, and for once, I feel rather content. I am grateful for that, I truly am. So...you have my thanks, Argon.” she grumbles out the last part of that sentence. “What was that?” you reconfirm. “I-I said nothing.”  “Hehehe. It’s Anon, by the way. And well, I’m glad you had fun.” you ruffle her mane, but this time, she doesn’t stop you. She’s almost even leaning into it. A flash of light is casted in front of you as a large, rather tired-looking Alicorn appears as well.  “Juice?”!you offer her as she downs the whole thing and hands you back the glass. “Thank you, Anonymous. Now that the hectic meeting is over, me and sister are ready to take her back.”  Nightmare runs to take cover behind your legs, “I shall not return with you, you oversized cake-hoarding mare!”! “Oh?” Celestia ignores her little insult as she finds her action of sheltering behind you to be even more interesting. She gives you a look that requests for answers but you simply reply with a wink.  Tired from the day and seeking rest, and believing in her most probable assumptions in catching your drift, she relents.  “Oh! I’d just remembered this big and important meeting we have tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and for the next few months. Gee gosh, Anon. I sure don’t mean to be a bother, but may I request that she stay here...indefinitely?” she puts up one of the worst attempts at acting that you’d ever seen, either that or she’s deliberately acting badly. Regardless, Nightmare seems to buy it. “Well, Celestia. A job’s a job, and if that’s what’s necessary then I guess I’ll have to do it.”  “Thank you once more. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got time to indulge myself with. Take care now, both of you.”  With another flash of light, she disappears into her fun-filled Cake wonderland evening. Seems like you need to have a little talk with Luna soon about this, but you’re pretty sure she’ll understand anyway. The clock strikes a sharp 11:30 PM. “Alright, champ. Time for bed.” you open the door to her own room inspired by Luna’s. A soft midnight blue palette of colors designed with elements of the night sky. “My bedtime is dictated by none other than me!” “You’ll get banana and blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and honey, a glass of milk and chocolate ice cream tomorrow morning if you do.” “I want extra whipped cream.” she bargains as she climbs into her bed. “Fair enough. You want me to read you a bedtime story?” “I may be a filly, but I am not that mentally youthful.”  “What about the one about the man-slaying avenger who’s on a quest to oust and eliminate his former friends that spited him who are now corrupt government officials all in a pseudo-political and psychological warfare as he ascends the societal hierarchy.”  “Well, when you put it that way it certainly sounds interesting.”  At some point while you were reading, Nightmare had already fallen asleep. You raise her sheets and cover her up as she moves shuffles a little in her slumber.  You soon find yourself in the comfort of your own bed, right next to a mare who’d just finished preparing herself to go to sleep.  “You know you can go to bed without me.” you tell Chrysalis. “I know. I just wanted to go to bed a little late tonight.” she settles in her side of the bed. “Or maybe you’ve just gotten too used to always having these big and warm hands around you when you go to bed.” you quickly wrap your arms around her and hug her from behind. “S-so what if I h-h-have!?” she protests quite adorably. “Nothing. Good night, Chryssy.” you pull her into an even tighter hug as you rest your face on her neck. “G-good night, Anon.”