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// Ponies on the moon?! 
// Story: Pipsqueak the Moonpony 
// by Banatato 
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	Pipsqueak woke up, expecting to see either the blue sky of day or the purple sky of night, but he didn’t see that, he saw complete darkness in the sky.  A stallion was poking him, the stallion was white with a blue mane and was probably an earth pony, at least it looked like he had no horn or wings to Pipsqueak, and his cutie mark kind of looked like some white stones, like the ground.  Wait, what is this ground, Pipsqueak thought and stood up abruptly.
“Are, are we on the . . . moon?” he asked the stallion.
The stallion nodded.
“Okay, I’m, I’m Pipsqueak, who are you?”
The stallion shrugged a little.
“You . . . don’t know who you are.”
He nodded.
“Well, I’ll call you, um . . . Moon Rock!  Do you like that?”
Moon Rock raised an eyebrow to show that he was confused.
“Look at your cutie mark, it looks kind of like moon rocks, don’t you think?”
He looked at his cutie mark; though it looked a little hard to bend like that, then he nodded.
Pipsqueak stood quietly for a little while, just looking at him.
“Is there anypony else here?” Pipsqueak asked.
Moon Rock shook his head.
“Can you speak?”
He shook his head again.
“How can we breathe here?”
He took out a piece of paper and drew the sun; it looked like the sun that was Celestia’s cutie mark.
“Celestia?  Is that why we are here?”
He nodded.
“It’s, cold.  Do you have a place of shelter?”
He nodded, and began walking, beckoning Pipsqueak to follow him.  They walked for a pretty long time, or at least it 	seemed to be long, there was almost nothing on the moon besides rocks, and it was a little eerie.  Finally a house came into view, or possibly what could have been a house.  The house seemed to be made out of the moon rocks that were on the ground.
“Is this where you live?” Pipsqueak asked.
He nodded.
Moon Rock walked in and Pipsqueak followed him in to the room.  It was a small room.  There was a table made out of wood, but a strange, gray wood.  On the table there were some trinkets that seemed to be part of some machine, machines are like . . . you know, water mills and, uh, cameras.  There was a rack made with identical wood, on the rack were a variety of different moon rocks.  There was also a strange plant in a pot made out of moon rocks; it was growing in darker gray dust.  There were two doors going to other rooms and the entrance door; all three were made out of that same gray wood.  There was also a glass-like screen that was slightly tinted gray that seemed to lead to a garden.
“This place is weird.” Pipsqueak said to himself, then, to Moon Rock while pointing to the garden:  “Are those plants . . . growing on the moon?”
He nodded, and then he brought Pipsqueak what looked like some sort of fruit, it was purple and oval-shaped.  He mimed eating.
The foal took the fruit and ate it, then he said:  “What is that?!  It’s so good!”
He pointed outside.
“You grew this?”
He nodded.
“What’s this stuff on the table?”
He pointed to the ceiling, which Pipsqueak noticed was made out of the glass, he specifically was pointing to Equestria.
“So, this is for returning to Equestria?  Why would you want to do that?  You’ve got all of this neat stuff and lots of moon 	rocks.”
He sighed and shook his head.
“Are you . . . lonely?”
He nodded.
“Well, maybe I can help you get back to Equestria.”
He shook his head.
“Why?”
He wrote something on a piece of paper:  Danger.
“Is it dangerous to try to get back?”
He shook his head.
“Is there . . . danger here?”
He nodded.
“Then why are we still here?”
He wrote another thing on the paper:  Safe.  And then he wrote something longer:  To get to the pieces that we need to finish my machine we need to go into dangerous areas of the moon, we don’t have space suits and cannot breathe outside of Celestia's bubble of oxygen.  We need some type of space suit; we don’t have materials for those.  And, besides, there are monsters out there, Pipsqueak.
“Oh, that makes sense, there are, monsters though?”
He nodded.
“What kind?”
He wrote:  Bad.
“You don’t know what kind of monsters there are at all?  How do you know there are monsters?”
He pointed to his ears.
“You hear them.”
He nodded.
“That’s, freaky.”
He shrugged.
“So, you built this place?” Pipsqueak said after a little.
He nodded.
“That must’ve taken forever, how long have you been here?”
He wrote down something on a piece of paper:  Since a week after Princess Luna returned to us.
“Why did that happen?”
He then wrote:  I supported Princess Luna too much when she returned.  I asked to be moved to be her guard and she said no, later, when I told her that if she was less stubborn and jealous of Luna than others would like her better than Luna and she wouldn’t have to keep making Luna seem bad.  She didn’t like that and one day I woke up and was here, what’d you do to make her banish you to the moon?
“Uh, well, when I was, banished, I guess, it was on Nightmare Night, I think.  Princess Luna was there, but everybody 	thought she was Nightmare Moon, but Twilight Sparkle showed her that ponies would respect her and I told her ‘Luna, you’re the best princess,’ I guess that’s why Princess Celestia banished me, oh, and I was a pirate for Nightmare Night.” Pipsqueak explained.
Moon Rock wrote down:  That figures.  Are you tired?  I have an extra bed in which you can sleep.  Pipsqueak read it 	and noticed that he was used to writing with a quill in between his teeth.
“Oh, yeah, I am tired, it was a long Nightmare Night and I ate lots of candy.  I should probably get some rest.” Pipsqueak 	said, yawning.
Moon Rock led him to the door on the left, there was just a regular room with nothing in it besides a bed that felt very soft, but different than all of the other beds Pipsqueak had felt, a small bedside table, and a little rack for putting things on.
Moon Rock waved him good night and pipsqueak went to his bed, he was very tired, but he thought that he would never sleep, but, after a while, he was sleeping soundly. . . .