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// Nights Pastime 
// Story: Night's School 
// by bigmacintosh94 
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	The hallways were empty; it seemed to feel like there hasn't been a pony down this way in years. Regal trotted down those hallways. Every door was locked, seemed to be barricaded, and blacked out. The school was turned into a  ghost town.
"Alright Night, I'm not going to let you hurt Princess Twilight."
Regal is still not sure that this is his friend…or was his friend at least. There was still a part of him that told him that inside that dark pony was his friend, Night. However, he didn't know what to believe. For now, his goal was to save the princess before it was too late, or rescue both if he could.
However, all Regal knew that he was supposed to get to the library before Night did.
As he continued to look for Princess Twilight, he made an oath to himself. “Even if I had to, he would sacrifice myself to save her. Hopefully with my sacrifice, Night would stop and turn himself in or realize that he can hurt others that he truly cares for.
Passing the stairwell, he contemplated what Night used to be like and why Night is like this right now. Regal understood perfectly. It made perfect sense. 
Years of knowing on how Night was bullied, from being called names and just being mocked. This time, it was personal, he was never given blame for killing his parents, his parents loved him, and they would always talk to Night whenever he was depressed or down. Regal in a way was kind of jealous of Night's parents. Regals own parents loved him, of course, but not as much as Night's parents loved Night.
Regal remembered how Night used to be before his parents had died and the day when the depression took over Night.
Night used to love experimenting with new spells and potions. His parents would be his testing dummies. They didn't mind at all, they were happy that he had found something that he liked to do. Therefore, they didn’t mind it and they were always glad and even excited to help even when it came down to some crazy experiment idea that he had thought of.
The night when his parents died, he wasn't the same. He was always deeply dejected. With his creative spark gone No crazier experiments, no more spells, he really didn’t have any friends, he thought about suicide. Which Regal knew that he had to stop him from doing just that.
Regal had tried getting him back to the way he used to be, but he had been bullied more after his parents had died. 
Murder. Killer. Savage.
It didn’t matter.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words cut deeper than the sharpest sword.
Finally, Regal was approaching  the library and was about to head inside when he heard hoofsteps coming from behind him.	He just sat there knowing if it was Night, he can stop him.This was his moment to put it to an end, an end to his scheme.
And when the hoofsteps turned the corner, he was a little worried, but happy  to see who it was.