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// Nightmare 
// Story: Jak and Daxter: The Equestrian Front 
// by distortedtruth92 
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	Jak is lying on his back, his hooves strapped down to the table. A litgh hangs over the table blinding him with its radiance. Suddenly, a silhouette appears above him.
“Hello, Jak,” Twilight says. “Glad to see you are finally awake. Now we can begin.”
Jak groggily looks up at the dark figure that is Twilight. “Begin what?”
“Running tests, of course. Don't you remember?”
“Oh, right. Why am I strapped down, though?”
“That way you won't be able to move, silly. I thought that was obvious. Now, enough chit chat. Let's get started.”
Twilight raises a scalpel in her magical grip. She slowly moves the surgical tool to Jak's abdomen.
“Twilight, what are you doing?” Jak says, his voice trembling.
“I already told you, silly. I'm running a test.” She slowly slides the scalpel into Jak's skin, causing him to cry out in pain. “Hush, now. You'll wake up Spike.” She slices the knife carefully down his abdomen. Jak's screams increase in volume. Twilight takes the scalpel out and shakes him.
“Jak.
“Jak.
“JAK.”
Jak jerks awake. Twilight is shaking him with her hooves, his sweat spraying her in the face. Upon seeing Twilight, he instantly recoils.
Twilight looks at him worriedly. “Are you OK? You were screaming so loudly I could hear you from down stairs.”
Jak's breathing calms down. “It's nothing. It was just a dream.” Jak gets up from the bed and slowly makes his way to his bedroom door. “I'm going to take a shower.”
As he leaves his room, Jak looks at the clock on the wall. It reads 1:37 A.M. “Damn, it's early.”
Jak steps into the bathroom and turns on the cold water. He pulls the valve to allow the the water to come out of the shower head. He steps under the pouring water and sits down, trembling.
It was just a dream, he thinks to  himself. Just a dream, but it felt so real.
After sitting under the cold water for fifteen minutes, he turns off the water, dries off, and heads downstairs where Twilight is waiting for him.
She looks up as his front hoof touches the landing. “Feeling better?” she asks.
“A little.” Jak walks over to the table where Twilight is sitting and sits down himself.
“Wanna tell me what the dream was about?”
“I guess it can't hurt.” Jak takes a deep breath. “I dreamed of you running a test on me. You had me strapped down to a table. You cut open my stomach with a surgical knife.”
Twilight puts a hoof to her mouth. “That must have been terrifying.” She moves her hoof to rest atop his. “I would never do that. I hope you know that.”
Jak smiles. “I know. Thank you, Twilight.”
She looks at him quizzically. “For what?”
“For waking me up and being here to talk.”
“No problem.” Twilight looks at the clock. “Wow, it's already three o' clock. You should probably get some sleep.”
Jak stands up. “Twilight?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you going to do to me in the morning?” Jak tries, unsuccessfully, to keep the fear out of his voice.
Twilight smiles at him reassuringly. “I'm just going to take some blood. When I get the results from that back, I will know how to proceed.”
“That's good,” Jak says as he walks up the stairs. As he enters his room, he notices Daxter still sleeping on the floor beside the bed. Jak smiles warmly before crawling back into his own bed. Sleep takes him almost instantly.



Jak is sitting in the same chair he had occupied earlier that morning. Twilight walks up to him, a syringe held in her magical grasp. She looks at him sympathetically. “This might hurt a bit, but it will be over soon.”
Jak waves a hoof dismissively. “Please, Twilight, I've been in much more pain than a single needle can cause.”
“Well someone is in a better mood this morning.”
“I'm just glad my dream isn't coming true.”
Twilight nods. “Here goes.” She gently inserts the need into Jak's left foreleg. She lets the blood flow into the vial until it is full. She pulls the needle out and presses a cotton ball onto Jak's arm. “That should do it.” She turns to walk away with the vial, but her hooves get tangled with Jak's and she falls to the ground, her chest landing on top of the vial, causing it to shatter.
“Twilight, are you OK?” Jak gets out of his chair to help her up. Twilight stands up, her chest covered in Jak's blood. She has a few cuts from where the glass cut her.
“Yes, I'm fi-”
She stops as her body contorts. Her body slowly turns from a dark purple to egg white. Her hair changes to fiery red with an orange and yellow streak through it. Her eyes are black as pitch, with a glow that could be mistaken for firelight.
“Twilight?” Jak hesitantly reaches out a hoof.
Twilight looks at him. Her horn lights up with a black aura, and she slams Jak against the wall.
Jak jumps up. “Damn it, Twilight!” He lowers his voice. “It's OK, everything is going to be fine. Don't wo-” He is interrupted as Twilight's wooden bust of a pony smashes into his head, knocking him unconscious.
Twilight looks down at the fallen earth pony with contempt, not aware of who she is. She raises a hoof to strike the killing blow, but something stops her. She turns her back on the cobalt blue pony and walks out into the early morning light.