Umm, Miss Nightmare, Sorry to bother you, but we were wondering what happened to Mr. Arcel, last we saw he was female, but he was acting weird, well, weirder then usual.
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Hmm… It’s true We haven’t seen him around the castle recently.
Perhaps We should investigate…
NO. This is good. Ah can't believe Yuh think ah'd BETRAY YUH. *Avenger gets agitated, and stomps her hooves repeatedly as she talks.* Never betrey Yuh. NEVER EVER ever EVER ever EVER EVER ever EVER. EVER.
*Nightmare Moon sighs, and realises the foolishness of trying to argue with a likely overdosing Avenger.* Very well. You’d never betray Us. Still, We think We can get you something that would make you feel even better.
*She drools a little bit.* Everythin'. An' nothin'. Tuh eighth colour in a rainbow of possibility an' triangles. This an' that, buffalo remedies, zebrican powders, painkillers, magic powder, irradiated painkillers, a hint of poison joke, hypotheticals, religion, and fantastic colours dripping red, turning sevens into ones an' makin' tuh fish dance free in tuh prarie. *she starts drooling more, a small puddle of spittle at her hooves.*
*Nightmare Moon takes the used syringe and gingerly licks the tip.*
We taste a mixture of nearly every psychoactive We know of. We suppose it can’t make you any more dead, but still…
At least allow Us to formulate something a little more ‘well balanced’ for you. And something that will be less likely to induce you to spontaneously tell every pony you meet Our plans.
Actually, it's apparently my equipment, that he knows how to use. And, it's probably still alright.
We should go examine it. After you…
*She releases her grip, spitting and coughing. Blood is to an aquired taste.* What? That's not nice t' Sturmie! *Avenger can't wait. She drops her saddlebags and pulls out a syrette full of her daily hit.* Want some? Buck, Dash, Stampede AN' Rampage in one dose! Ah call it.. Jolt. *she sticks the syrette into her foreleg, injecting herself with her happy-drug.*
…You’re complaining about Us not being ‘nice’ to him, when only a little while ago you were offering to kill him for Us?
And what, exactly, is in that stuff?
*Avenger pours all her hatred and jealousy of this Griffon into her bite, no longer caring if she snaps the wingbone. Probably a good time to mention she's gone sober for the first time in two weeks.*
*Nightmare Moon moans, mostly in pleasure. The skin breaks, and a coppery, eggy taste fills the Avenger’s mouth.*
*After a moment, Nightmare Moon regains enough of herself to speak.* Y-you’re jealous, aren’t you. Don’t worry. We don’t care for the griffon at all. We’ve never even met him. He is a weapon to be wielded until it is too blunt to use, nothing more.
Just think of what effect it will have on Stumpony to see him laying lovingly in Our hooves! We have no objection to taking the griffon by force if necessary, but Sturm must at least be left with the delusion that he joined Us of his own free will.
Well, I think Dad felt something different about me last night.
Did any of Bass’s equipment survive intact? We may be able to learn something from it.
im not changin my mind youre repulsivve
if you wwant to knoww howw to be evven slightly attractivve then deflate your fuckin head
your ego is the size of a fuckin planet
*Nightmare Moon just gives him a knowing smile, then leaves.*
