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// Going Out: 3 
// Story: From Halloween, To Nightmare Night 
// by Ponyess 
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	We had just finished breakfast, but all dressed up, since the other day, I figured I could just as well go out?

When I finally had reached the door, and left my home, I realised something, in a shocked manner, even if I guess I shouldn't be dissapointed?  This sin't the city, or world where I used to live, and love, for all I knew.  Until now, that is.

Only now, as I set hoof on the ground outside of what was to pass for my home, I'm in a small village, known as Ponyville, even if I had failed to realise this one small, and final detail?

Then something else occurred to me, I'm wearing a saddle bag, in the traditional fashion of the village.  I guess it is onvenient, the way I look, and the rest of my attire?

A back pack, like the one tiss wore, as she came over, is less then convenient, whn I'm on all fours.  This would be the only way to carry things with you, as the fully quadruped Poni I had become?

Onluy then I looked up.  There are ponies everywhere.  Plenty of them wear some kind of a costume?  Only none the likes I ever had seen?

At first, I didn't stop to talk to anyone.  I know none of them, for all I knew.  Evn if it is a kind of masquerade, isn't it?  The feeling of Helloween in he air, only the flavour is vry different, for a dy of this nature.  I felt a tang of true fear, but also of play and some joy.  Something just did not add up here, not to me, at least.

If I am passing for Flutter Shy, every Poni who knew her would know me, or thing they knew me.  It confused me.  I'm merely wearing a costume, just like every poni else.

The one thing separating me from the original Flutter Shy, my bat wings, matching my main and tail, but apparently also my hooves, and rather then the light pink of the true Flutter, mine is a vibrant cerise.  It's a Costume, for Celestias sake.

Then I just stopped, dead in my tracks as I realised what the train of thought was doing.  I flexed my wings, they shouldn't be capable of lifting me into the air.  For all I knew, they were too small.  Just as if they were real, but they couldn't?  Then I flapped a few more times, only to stop short as I felt myself lifting slightly from the ground, not enough for my hooves to take off, but enough for me to notice the effect, well before I had gone airborn.

“That settles it!” I whispered.

Uh, but this was her voise, apparently?  I knew I would have been much louder, even if I had never intended to rais my voise, but I had not whispered, right?  On the other rubbery hoof, if I used my own voise, but from her perspective, it would come out as a whisper?

I had intended to attend the local Halloween, only to end up at the Equestrial Nightmare Night, in Ponyville, what a confusion.

If only I had had a camera, I could have taken a few pictures, and boasted to have been in the coolest of all the parties?  Unless they all just laughed at me?  Never mind, I'm here, and by Celestia, I'm still going to enjoy it, just as much as I had initially planned, it may be the wrong address, but the spirit should be close enough?

Then I simply made up my mind, since I am to enjoy the event, I could as well live up to the spirit, as quiet as I was here?

“Happy Nightmre Night!” I whispered as loud as I dared, not to go entirely out of character.

After a few more exclamations, something changed distinctively, if only I could put my hoof to it, but I can't say I mind, or had a cause to complain?  I hear a few respond in kind.

Then I found myself at the Sugar-Cube corner, so I could as well offe4r a cheer to Pinkie Pie, just in case she was in there.I guess it wasn't too late?

“Happy Nightmare Night!” I whispered, as I slipped my head into the cafee, only to find the poni I had been expecting to see.

“Happy Nightmare Night!” she squealed jubilantly, the instnt she saw me.

She barely gave me time to pronounce the words, and then she was all over me.  I know she is the Party Poni, but still?  I guess it is what I had to put up with, not sure I should complaint?  This is what I had been putting up with, from the day I met her, the faitful day, so long ago.  Or it is how it felt.

“I'd have one of these!” I whispered, as I indicated a Cup-Cake with my right fore hoof.

Apparently she picked up on my intent, as she soon nipped it out and placed it on a small white plate.

“Anything to drink, or to take with you?” she enquired.

“I'd take a glass of juice, orange!” I continued.

All of a sudden, I knew I had a few bits in the right side of my saddle bag, should be more then enouh to cover the cost.

“Just pick your table, and I'd be right out!” she pointed out, as I picked out the bits and slipped them onto the counter.

She scouped them up with the hooves of a poni who knew how to handle a busyness.

I had made my way to the table of my choice.  It's a table by the window, so that I could see the ponies on the street.  Happy ponies, cellebrating the holliday, just like I was, even if I had happened to get to a party, very different from what I had intended, by the looks of it.  If only I could even see where I had intended to go?

Pinkie Pie soon came by my table, placed the plate before me, then the glass of juice.  I looked down at the plate, where it stand on the table.  There is a motif on the 'cloth' on the table, and what I see, is clearly recognicable as Nightmare Moon, the alter ego of Princess Luna.  How did I know all this, or recognise her face?  Even if I figured her mane would set her apart?

Looking closer at my Cup-Cake, I realised I had made a joke out of myself, the red cherry on top of the pastrie.  It clearly looks as if it had been my jigglie, either one of them, since they're identical, even more so, while in costume?

For a moment, the imamage made me feel reluctant, actually eating the pastrie. Then I recalled it is just that, a pastrie.  I still took a moment, licking the cherry on the top, just for the cheer love of the image.  I felt the cherry on my tongue, which clearly confirmed what it is.

Enjoying how it felt on my tongue, but this is exactly all I actually ever felt.  I coudln't make it feel any exciting, as to the image as such.  How ever much I may have desired it, but the image couldn't make anything for it.

I pushed the cherry to the side before slipping the pink paper peal off of the underbelly of my delicasy, before I had the first bite ino it.

Now, since I had no hands, which got into my mind, I used my teeth to pull the paper off from under it.

I had a sip of the juice, in between the birtes, then slowly chewing the soft but firm joy of it all.

It had hit me, just how good Pinkie Pie really knew her things, her job, but then.  It is her very purpose in life.  I could have envied her, if I went back to who I had been, even if I brarely could look back at it right now.  Was this to keep me focused on who I am, or was my actualy memories truly fading?  It is something I did not want to think of, if such a thought actually had come to mind.  In the case, I know I would push it away.  Maybe just for the joy of the momen?  I love how it feels, even if I recall how some saw me as the 'Door Mat'?

Here I did have a clear cut purpose, just like my friend Pinkie Pie.