Sadly for me, it's been a long sleepless night, due to the fact I couldn't shake the thought of having a power crazed villian living with me all of a sudden. I slept on and off throughout the night, barely being able to fall asleep. I couldn't seem to shake Nightmare Moon from my mind, since she was currently in the room right across the hall from me. Heck, she even tried to kill me! So much for saving her life!
I let out a low roan, gazing my view towards the glowing green digital clock for probably the hundreth time for tonight. 5:45 am it read, fifteen minutes it's been I've been trying to get back to sleep, but to no avail. But for Goldie, she slept peacefully without a sound, her head and right foreleg upon my chest. She simply refuses to sleep anywhere else. If it's not with me, she won't sleep.
I sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling above me, scratching Goldie's head slightly. I decided should go see how she's doing, just to make sure she's okay. Slowly I pushed Goldie off me, careful to not disturb her as I stood from the bed. Groggily snuffling my feet across the carpet, I made my way out into the hall where the light was still on, reflecting off the red painted walls. On the other side of the hall was the door to the room in which Moon was staying. I leaned my ear into the crack, to see if there was anything to be heard coming from her room. All I could hear was a light sniff.
"Moon?" I asked, slightly opening the door.
"Go away..."
I sighed, seeing how the tone in her hushed voice was that of stress. I knew she wouldn't be too happy to wake as a filly in another world, where her powers are currently useless. I opened the door a little more and peeked in to see her sitting up on the window sill, staring up at the moon. Her shadow loomed across the floor up until where the light poured in from the hall.
"Are you okay?"
She turned her head back to face me. "I said go away," she replied bluntly.
I stared back at her, wearing a face of concern. Yes she's evil, but maybe she can be changed. Yes it'll probably be suicide to try and do so, but I at least gotta try.
"Moon, I can tell you're upset. Need somebody to talk to?"
She stood and jumped around in an instant, her eyes glowing like before. "I said go away!" she yelled, the tip of her small horn lighting up the same color bfore blasting another shot of magic at me. Sadly for her, It just missed and hit the wall next to me, slightly charring the light blue paint.
I sighed again, moving further into the room as she turned her gaze to the floor. "Look, if you're going to be staying here, you can't be shooting lazers and beams of magic at me when I try to help you."
"I don't need help! I'm-"
"Nightmare moon. Yes, I know. But names mean nothing. You're powerless, in the body of a filly, and obviously in an alien world." I interjected, moving closer.
"If I wasn't a fiwwy you'd be dead!" She snapped, glaring at me, still with slightly glowing eyes.
I smiled softly at her as I sat next to her. "And where would you go then, without anybody to lead you? My world is a lot different tha yours, Moon, and you'd be helpless against the forces my world can dish out."
"And just how do you know I can't be defeated?"
"You've been already." I said with a frown, somewhat regretting it, but she needs to know.
She looked down wth a sorrow expression. "I was supposed to rule Eqwuestria, but those six ewements of hawmony had to ruin it! The night was supposed to wast forevew! Ponies were suppoed to be bowing down and kissing my hooves, begging for mercy!" Moon sniffled again, her eyes filling with tears.
"And look where it's got you. Maybe you weren't meant to rule. Maybe you're meant for somehting else."
"Like what?" Moon mumbled.
"I'm not sure, but only you can figure it out." i smiled, reaching a hand out to touch her flowing and sparkly mane. She took several glances at me and my hand.
"Wh-what are you doing!?" she asked in surprise as I ran my fingers through her mane.
"My foster mom would always do this when I was upset." i smiled and continued to gently stroke her mane.
She swatted my hand with a hoof. "Well stop! It...it feels..."
"Nice, huh? For somebody to care about you?"
Moon scoffed. "You're tweating me like such a child! I..." she gazed up at me. "Wh-what did you say?"
"I care about you. I know in your world you were evil and all, but I can see good in you. You just need to find it." I replied softly, reaching out to touch her mane again.
She said nothing, and leaned into my hand.
I smiled, petting softly. "There you go."
"This is only a one time thing." Moon deadpanned. "Do it again and I'll..."
"You'll blast me into a million pieces?"
"I would if I could."
"But the fact is you, can't. Maybe you were sent here for a reason." I replied softly as I picked her up and set her in my lap.
Immediately she jumped down to the floor, staring angrily up at me. "If anything, it's not to be an alien's pet! I'm an evil overlord, not a pet! I demand the respect I deserve!"
"Hmmm.." I thought with a hand to my chin. She really didn't like it I had picked her up, just like nopony liked it how she tried to force the night on them.
If this were a cartoon, you'd be able to see a small light bulb appear brightly above my head.
I smirked as I quickly reach down and picked her up and held her tight so she couldn't move.
"H-hey! Let me go!" She cried, squirming and wiggling, but it was fruitless attempt.
"You really don't like this, huh?" I asked slyly.
She didn't answer and continued to struggle.
"Pretend I'm you, and you're a regular pony who doesn't like the night being forced forever onto them. You don't like it. Thsi is how they felt. Angry and hurt, doing what they could, but all was in vain since they could do nothing."
"I don't cawe! Let me go! NOW!!"
"How do you think Celestia felt since you took her sister for a thousand years!? She must have begged and prayed, knowing even she couldn't stop you!" I yelled over her. "What if I never let you go for a thousand years? How would that make you feel?"
Suddenly she stopped struggling, as she began to cry into my chest. "It wasn't fair! Nopony liked my night! It made me feel useless, and irrelevant! Like I served no purpose!" Moon wailed, slowly soaking my shirt with her tears as I held her, loosening my grip. She banged her fore hooves against me as she cried.
"Moon, it's okay." I said softly, gently stoking her mane.
"No it's not! I can't even hurt you! It's not fair! I hate you!" she screamed her face still in my chest.
"Just let it out, Moon. Just let it out." I replied soflty as I ran my hand up and down her back.
I sat on the bed, holding her close as she cried.
"I hate these darn fiwwy instincts, making me cwy!"
"Just let it out," I said again, petting her still.
For another minute or two she cried, and as she began to calm down, she ended up falling asleep. I'd assume she's been up all night, and all thay struggling and cryin must have knocked it out of her. I hardly felt cared of her anymore, but bad for her instead. She's lost and confused, with nowhere to turn. She's lost everything, so it's as if I'm all she has, but her prestigous evils instinct makes it hard for her to notice.
Never in a thousand years would I have ever thought I'd be holding the Nightmare Moon in my arms as she cried into me about all her pains and stresses. All I wish to do now is hel her understand that there's another way than trying to take over, and forcing eveybody to bow down to her. I know sooner or later she's going to aske how I knew about Celestia, and I'd have to tell her. All I know is that this is going to be one long recovery for poor Moon.
I contemplated bringing her with me back to my bed to have her sleep with me, or to put her back in her bed. She needs somebody to look after her now that she's powerless in every way. Her magical blasts don't do more than give a very faint shock, only enough to give her victims a slight and short shake from it at most. I want to keep her safe, but why I'm trying to help her, even though she wants to kill me, I don't know.
I let out a sigh as I laid her back down in her bed, placing the covers over her. I smiled down at her as she slept, while I still sat on the bed. I ruffled her mane a little as I stood. I'd regret leaving her alone, but I don't think she would like having to wake up in my arms. but me being a brony, and her being an irresitibly abroable filly, beckoned me to lay back down again. So I did. I crawled under the covers next to her and pulled her close, holding her in my arms.
Soon I became weary, yawning sighing slight as my eyes began to close.
The next morning I woke ot find Moon still in my arms. She stared up at the ceiling. She was awake which surprised me she hadn;t tried blasting me again. I yawned softly, turning my head so my breath wouldn't end up in her face. She turned her head towards me.
"Good, you're finally awake, now let me go, since my bwasts can't do so much as even wake you up."
"What do you mean?" I asked as i sat up, noticing the chest area of my shirt was all hard and charred, changed from maroon to black. "hey, this was my favorite shirt! How many times did you try?"
"Twelve times. how do you sleep through all that?" moo asked as she jumped to the floor.
"Well, I have been known to be very hard to wake up, so I guess I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Guess I better change my shirt."
"Your arm was too heavy for me to move as well. And how come you were sleeping in the same bed as me? Are you twying to have an affair with me!?"
I was about to answer, but ended up choking on my words from being accused of having an affair with her. "What!? no, of course not! You...you were just so cute how you were sleeping, and I couldn't help but hold you. Plus I feel really bad for you, and I...I want to protect you."
Her mouth dropped open as if she'd been offended, which I'm sure I probably just did that.
"YOU pwotect ME!?"
I nodded. "Yeah, since your magic blasts do nothing to help you and the fact you'e a filly who cant harm as much as a bug."
Moon looked down. "Am I reawwy that pathetic?"
I shook my head and ruffled her mane. "No, of course not! You aren't pathetic, you just need somebody who will be willing to look after you until you can care for yourself again." I said oftly;
"Ok...and...I'm hungwy. I haven't eaten for a couple days pwobably..."
I smiled and picked her up as I stood. "What do you usually eat, then?"
"Fear, but you don't fear me, or your dog. I've never had actual food or anything. Also, can you put me down? I at least can walk." she deadpanned.
I chuckled sightly and nodded, placing her back down on the ground. "Sure."
"This reawwy sucks..."
"That you can't kill me?"
"That, plus the fact I can't do anything reawwy on my own now..." she craned her neck to look up at me. "If I wasn't a fiwwy, I'd be taller than you. Now I'm half as tall as your lower leg."
I smiled a little. "Then I guess you'll be staying with me till you're just as tall again."
Moon frowned and looked down again. "Like twenty years..."
"As long as it takes. Now how about breakfast?"
Moon nodded. "But as soon as I can, I'm leaving to overthrow Cewestia."
"And if you are deafeated, I'll raise you up again." I smiled as i picked her up and carried her out to the kitchen.
"I said I could walk, you know."
I chuckled slightly. "I know, but you're just so cute."
"i'm meant to be scawy, not cute," she said flatly, and booped my face with a hoof.
"Sucks for you, then." I said as I sat her on the table, since she'd be too short to sit in a chair, and I don't have a highchair. even if I did, I don't think she would ever allow me to put her in one.
"Shut up, and make me food! I demand you feed me!"
"You're my guest. You don't mae the demands. I offer and you say yes or no." I smirked at her as I pulled a griddle out of a bottom cupboard, a spatula, a few eggs, vanilla extract and evrything else needed to make french toast.
I set the griddle on the stove on a heat of four, and dunked the first slice of bread in the mix and onto the griddle. After about thirty or so seconds, I flipped it onto the otherside. showing a golden brown, almost perfectly cooked side.
"Are you almost done yet?" She asked in a flat tone of irritation an annoyance.
I looked back to see her laying on her stomach on the table, her head propped up on her hooves.
"Wanna watch so you aren't so bored?"
"Fine." She said as she stod as flew over to the counter where she took the sme position on the counter just as i was finishing the first slice.
"Try this," I said as I placed the slice on a small plate with a fork. I took the syrup and drizzled a swirl of it on top of the bread.
Moon took the fork in her magic and poked the toast with it. "What is this goo on top of it?"
"It's french toast. The goo is syrup. Cut a piece off and try it!"
Moon rolled her eyes. "Look at me. Taking orders from an awien," she scoffed as she took a bite. her eyes widened and her pupils shrank. She glared at the fork and tossed it across the room. It clanged against the wall before coming to land on the floor. She then took the whole slice of toast in her magic and shoved it in her mouth, chewing happily. Her cheeks were puffed from being full of bread. She winced as she forced it down her throat. She glanced at me, stood on her hind legs, resting her forelegs on my chest for support as she stared me in the eye. "I NEED MOWE!"
I laughed and ruffled her mane. "As long as you pormise to be good I'll make this evry morning okay?"
She groaned heavily. "There's always a catch."
"Yep, now sit, and I'll make you another."
She rolled her eyes and sat back on the counter as I dunked another slice of bread into the mix and plopped it onto the griddle.
After another two slices of french toast later, Nightmare Moon let out a sigh of relief as she layed on her back, with a hoof over her buldging stomach. "I hereby appoint you my woyal slave, and I reqwest a bath!"
I smiled at her and poked her belly with a finger. "Let me guess, you'll blast me if I don't?"
She rolled her eyes. "Would you stop using that on me!? You're lucky my magic is weak, or your bwood would be all over the wall!"
"And, if I'm dead, my blood all over the wall like you say, that means no more french toast!"
Moon sighed heavily. "Vewy well. You have a reason for me not to kill you."
Smiling, I picker up, laying her across my arms, knowing she must be too full to move a limb. "I know you wouldn't kill me either way. You love me too much."
She glared at me. "Do not! I tolewate you! I'm only putting up with your puny existence, so you can heed to my every will!"
"You keep telling yourself that," I chuckled as I entered the bathroom and started the tub.