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// Midnight on the Moon 
// Story: Tales from the Staff Canteen 
// by Midnightshadow 
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	Midnight stood up - his head was whirling from the fall he'd taken...he must have taken a tumble as there was no way in Equestria he’d be seeing stars this early in the afternoon if he hadn't hit his head.
He shook himself to clear it. Nothing happened.
"Ohhhh wow, I must have hit my head harder than I realised..." he said, blinking, trying to make the black sky with hard pin-prick diamond stars fade to the normal azure blue of a sunny day in Ponyville. Worryingly, it didn't.
"Good afternoon, Midnight." said a husky voice.
Midnight whirled, tripping himself up and landing face-first in silvery grey dust, "Lu-Luna? What?"
"Don't you recognize the place? ...I guess you wouldn't, would you?"
Midnight gulped; the strangely black sky, the brilliant stars, the lack of gravity, the silvery-white effervescent scenery, "I'm on the moon, aren't I?"
"Indeed," the lunar princess stepped carefully around him, avoiding the more jagged rocks and plotholes, "and do you know why I've brought you here?"
Midnight's heart raced - had he badmouthed his mistress? Had he disobeyed an order? It couldn't be...it couldn't be the extra donut he 'borrowed' from the Equestria Daily staff canteen, could it? "N-n-no, Luna, I don't..."
"FANFICS!" she hissed, "NOTHING BUT FANFICS!"
Midnight's eyes went wide, "But...but..."
"Do you know how many you send to the moon?"
"But...but..."
"Thousands! My weekend resort is buried in them! And do you ever send the newspaper? A sports magazine? Anything? NO! You send me fanfics!"
"I'm...sorry?" squeaked the shivering unicorn, "I..."
"Do you have any idea how bad they are?"
"But they're the rejects!"
"AND YOU'VE BEEN SENDING THEM TO ME AND KEEPING THE GOOD ONES FOR YOURSELF!" roared the night princess, "Well, now you get to keep them. A year for every. Single. Bad. Fanfic. You've. Sent. Here!"
"Nnnnoooooooo!" screamed Midnight, thrashing, twisting, rolling, neighing...until finally he woke up. It was bright outside, he could see the sun shining even through his heavy curtains. He breathed a sigh of relief and threw them wide...

...Outside was an endless sea of white chad, shredded fanfics littered the moon, extending well past the short horizon. He turned to look at his bed of comfortable hay...the hay was white, with little pieces of black text upon it. He picked a shred up, idly, and read it, "Ebony Lightning, the three-horned six-winged Dream Princess touched her hooves to the breast of Big Mac and bent to kiss him..."
Midnight blinked. His bed - nothing but shredded fanfics. His walls...covered in fanfics. Even his curtains...

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!"