It was that time of the week again, tis true. The time where We try to find more about this unicorn mare, Miss Raspberry Stardust, along with her sister, Miss Killjoy.
Both art without a doubt the strangest mares We have met. Tis correct We hath come across Ms. Pinkie Pie, yet her randomness had some strange logic to it. With Ms. Raspberry, We believe she doth not feel truly alive til she hast surpassed a limit upon strange.
We try Our hardest to act in stealth, yet Raspberry always catches Us in her dreams. She furthers Our humiliation by putting Us in strange attire. At one such time, We were forced to dress as a creature referred to as ‘Maid Luna Marian’! (1)
We do not know where Raspberry picked such strange characters, but We do not wish to know.
Closing Our eyes, We focused on the Dream Walking Spell. Our subconscious was slowly being moved towards Ponyville. Twas not a long wait.
When Our eyes opened, We found ourselves in a cold, desolate town. The ground beneath Our hooves was covered in snow, brown broken buildings were all around, the sky was gray with clouds, far ahead was a large building larger than Canterlot Palace.
That was the direction We flew. In mere moments We found Ourselves at the front gates. The initials RW were in the middle, slowly splitting apart to reveal a familiar face.
Raspberry was wearing a velvety coat that covered her tail, a top hat (she had a love for those infernal things), big round thick black sunglasses, a white cane with a black and white orb at the top, some shined black slippers, and to wrap it all up Raspberry wore a black suit with swirled collars under the jacket.
She smiled at Us, amber eyes beaming. “Hello Luna, I suppose you came for a tour of Raspberry Wonka’s Chocolate Factory? With your grandmother?”
Our brow rose. Grandmother?
Turning back We Celestia wearing round glasses, a old burlap hat and matching jacket, a yellow, red and black scarf, and a black and white suit neath it all. Celestia smiled at Raspberry. “Why, yes, Ms. Wonka.”
“Excellent!” Raspberry cheered. “Then let’s get going! The others have been waiting!”
Slowly, I glanced part the gate and noticed who these others. Dame Pinkie was there in a red and striped shirt with a chocolate bar in hoof with a large blue earth pony with a hot pink mane beside her(2). Dame Applejack was in a blue…We believe tracksuit with a pale yellow mare with a red mane next to her (3). Dame Rarity was dressed in faux white fox wrap with a white skirt and pink shirt on, a Mr. Hoity Toity beside her if Our sources art correct. Twilight Sparkle was there dressed in strange attire with and a midnight blue unicorn dressed as a professor next to her (4).
Let Us pray We can keep our sanity.
It had been a short time since We hath arrived. We have seen nothing of importance, only that miniature versions of Killjoy run around to work on this strange place. It reminded Us of an old foe…especially the cotton candy sheeps.
We had lost Pinkie and Applejack: one growing to the size of a house, the other being sucked up into a tube of chocolate. The Mini-Joy’s (Raspberry’s name for the servants) had sung songs during both the departures. 'Twas only Rarity and her guide, Applejack and her’s, Ourself and Celestia.
“Now, this next room is where the nuts are harvested! Personally, I hate nuts. But, somepony out there loves ‘um. Please follow me,” Raspberry instructed, gesturing towards a door with a sign reading ‘The Nut Room’.
We, having somehow ended up and the back of the group, rolled Our eyes as the three pairs ahead of Us trudged into the room.
Something caught Our attention, something in the corner of Our eyes. 'Twas nothing but a door. A simple door painted red-orange. It called Us, it must have some information about the strange mare inside!
Before We could blink, We had a hoof on the doorknob-
“NO!”
We turned back in time to see an unclothed Raspberry rushing towards Us. We were harshly pushed away from the door by the mare.
“Why hast thou-” We began
The door suddenly began to glow an dark red color. It struck Us with fear. Raspberry held the door shirt with her body, the fabric of the dream rippling around us.
“Luna, what were you thinking!? This is a bad door! Did you not see the fucking ‘Keep-out’ signs?!”
Before we could respond, We began to see such signs. Black square signs began appearing on the door. The read: ‘Keep-out’, ‘DO NOT DISTURB’, a skull and cross bones was on one, a red octagonal sign read ‘STOP’. One sign by the doorknob said ‘Are you bucking stupid?! Stay away!’.
Raspberry pushed against the door as something tried bucking it down in mighty hits.
“I won’t let you out, you psychotic bitch!” Raspberry screamed.
We opened Our mouth to speak, when a dark voice spoke first. “What’s wrong, Razzle, afraid of little old me?”
“Yes!”
“Good!”
The door was pushed again, with nearly enough force to push Raspberry to the ground. The mare began pushing against the door with renewed spirit.
“I’ve kept you out this long. I can go longer.”
“I get stronger every day! For decades I have been locked aside in Purgatory! No longer! Release me!” The dark voice ordered.
“You ruined my life, bitch, I will never let you out! Ah!”
Raspberry was finally pushed away from the door as it gave another mighty burst. She landed near Us. The door swung open, darkness was all We could see.
A pair of small lights appeared. Both were as orange as the door’s, but had a familiar shape. Eyes.
They aimed towards the petrified Raspberry. A new voice spoke, one that sounded awfully like Raspberry’s yet darker.
“Hmm, it’s good to see the world with these old eyes again. Isn’t it, old friend?”
Raspberry scoffed. “We were never friends! I hate you with all my soul!”
The voice laughed, a figure slowly approaching the door. A…muzzle…was……seen…a…raspberry…pink…muzzle…
“Oh, Razzle.” The figure was out in the light. She was a near perfect copy of Raspberry Stardust. The only one I could see was this double had orange eyes, they had a dark glint in them. Her dark smile revealed two fangs. “Doesn’t the Bible say ‘love your enemy’?”
“Not when your enemy makes Satan look like a kitten drinking milk!” Raspberry yelled at the new unicorn, looking panicked. The rippling of her dream occurred again.
Despite Our confusion, it was Our Duty as Princess of the Night to protect Our Subjects, both in sleep and when not.
“Be gone you foul beast of the night!” We shouted at the second Raspberry, Our horn glowing brightly and wings extending.
Her orange eyes widened. She hissed at the brightness, inching back into the room. We flew to the orange door and slammed the infernal thing shut.
Once We were sure all was safe, We checked on Raspberry. The mare was shaking, her amber eyes glaring at the door as if it were about to attack.
“Pray tell,” We began, Our wings resting back on Our sides, “who was that?”
Raspberry was visibly shaking, her posture the same as before. “Luna, remember the day we met?”
Unsure, I nodded.
“That was my Nightmare Moon. The one thing I have never been able to move on from. The one portion of my life I want back, so desperately I would sell my soul if it meant getting rid of her.” The unicorn’s fearful features changed into one of pure scorn. “That thing ruined my life. I will always have that door in my dreams, calling to be opened, but to do so I would unleash my nightmare. Not just to me…”
“But to Equestria as well.” We finished.
She shook a hoof. “Don’t go thinking of me as a threat now! Think of me more as Hemdell. I can be trusted with your secrets, I shall only reveal them if there is no other option for you. I can be trusted, Luna. All I’ve ever wanted since her is to be trusted.” Raspberry pleaded.
“Thou speakest to Us as thou you art a friend. Why so?” We questioned.
Raspberry looked down at her hooves, a look of shame briefly covering her features before looking back at Us.
“Because, Luna, every lonely monster needs a companion.” Raspberry said, a smile gracing her muzzle.
We were saddened. “Thy thinkest of Us as not but a monster?”
She shook her head, her midnight blue mane with silver stripes falling. “No. You’re the second kindest pony I know. I was calling myself one.” Raspberry slowly stood back up, her strange attire returning. “Thank you for coming to Raspberry Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. You have won the mystery prize. You have won the Factory since I am getting old. I found a silver hair in my mane a few months back! I find more each day!” Raspberry pulled at her mane, showing off the silver portions. “Look at this! Can you believe this?!”
We tried not to, but We laughed at Raspberry’s antics.
“Wow. You have a nice laugh. You should use it more often.” Raspberry waved. “Good morning, Luna. Next time I’ll come up with something better!” Raspberry cheered at me. “Maybe we can work on getting your more modern!”
Our eyes opened, We were in Our chambers at the Palace. Our sister walked in after a moment, most likely for the sun raising. Her lips were thin, awaiting for Our findings.
“Find anything this time dear sister?” Celestia asked.
We nodded. “Raspberry Stardust is a strange one, dear sister. We found this next dreamscape to resemble that of Discord’s. Cotton candy included. She had a chocolate waterfall, candy plants, and We witnessed two ponies go thru painful looking transformations. One was turned into a giant blueberry, and the other was sucked into the chocolate waterfall.
“Raspberry Stardust also has a strange compartment set up in the outreaches of her Dreamscape. It unleashed a being similar to how Nightmare Moon was for Us. The only difference We saw was that this nightmare had orange eyes.”
Celestia remained unmoved. “It were to seem as though something about Raspberry was left out during our search, sister. What do you think?”
We thought over Our words. “We think Raspberry does not entirely care of Our searches inside of her dreams. She thinks them as nothing more than a... We believed thou called them ‘play dates’.” Our sister smiled. We were still getting used to Modern Speech, and Celly loved teaching Us new words.
We continued on. “Raspberry fears this pony as much as We fear the Nightmare. We feel as though We must continue with these inquires if We art to discover the truth, sister.” We told her.
Celly nodded. “Alright then, and Luna?”
“Yes?”
Celestia smirked. “It’s ‘I’.”
We… I growled at Celestia.
Morgan/Raspberry
I shot out of bed in a cold sweat. Probably the most terrified I had been in a long time. My body begged for me to scream, I could not tell if I ha-
“What’s wrong?!” Killjoy shouted as she burst through my door. The silver maned pegasus looked as though she had just been harshly awakened, yet was non-angry.
I gave her a wary look, simply because the memories of what I had just seen were fresh before my eyes. Eyes…
Orange Eyes of Death
“Razzle, Razzle honey can you hear me?! How many uh feathers am I holding up!?” Killjoy said, flying up to my bedside and lifting her wing.
“D-D-Darce…” I stuttered.
Her royal purple eyes widened. She flew back to the door and locked it shut. She was by my side and rubbing my back. “Morgue, what happened? I thought it was Luna Night?”
“I-I-I saw…Her.” I spat the last bit out.
Darcy raised a brow. “I thought you liked Luna?”
“I do. It’s that fuckin’ orange eyes sonuva bitch that I hate.” I said, my voice getting so small that Fluttershy would sound louder.
Darcy started to look mad. “Her again? I thought She was dead! Died back when I was-”
“Darce, good cannot exist without evil. She told me she had been waiting decades in Purgatory. I don’t think she ever died, She was just weakened.”
My twin sister was appalled. She slumped onto my bed, that shocked look still on her face. “I hate Morgana.”
I groaned. “Darce, her name isn’t Morgana! Stop calling her that!”
“Well, why not?” Killjoy asked.
“Because! That name is so much like mine! We’re just one letter apart! That’s not it.” I told Darcy.
Said mare groaned. “I hate it when you’re right.”
I nodded. “Then you must hate your life.”
“Fuck you.” Darcy said after a moment of silence.
The response only made me laugh, despite the growing sense of despair inside me. Why, why does that no good vampire have to keep ruining my life?
1: It’s from Robin Hood, you uncultured swine!
2: Mrs. Cake
3: Cherry Jubilee
4: Whoever Twilight’s Dad is. Orion or Night Light, pick your poison.