Hello. Who might you be?
There are numerous names for holidays occurring on or about that date. Throughout all existence, the local-calandar equivalent of Nightmare Night is the third most common celebrated day (the second most common is the day ponies call the Winter Moon Celebration, and the most common is the Summer Sun Celebration).
On other worlds, We have heard Nightmare Night called ‘Treaty Night’, 'Samhain’, 'Calan Gaeaf’, and many other names.
You do your best. That’s all anypony can ask of you, and all you should ask of yourself.
Now, come, put these thoughts aside and come with Us. The picnic should be ready by now.
*The cage door swings closed automatically, trapping her inside. Nightmare Moon sends a signal to Applebloom that the capture was successful, and waits for her to arrive before beginning any sort of interrogation.*
We can supply the necessary labour, and facilities to fabricate any components we might need.
What is the remaining problem?
Anything We think likely to harm her. Other than that, nothing.
We may be willing to make some concessions for that.
What sort of habitat will the aliens require? If they need specialised food or environments you’ll have to provide that.
HOW DOES SHE KEEP DOING THAT!?

Very well. We will await your notice with anticipation.
Remember this bastard? Of course you do. He is Father Grigori. He lives in the infamous Ravenholm, building and using multiple traps and contraptions to thwart those headhumpers and zombies. He is probably the most badass person I can think of that is of the religious variety. The power of Christ compels you, bitch.
((ooc: Most badass religious person? I think not. That title belongs to a tie between Father Alexander Anderson and Father Jon McGruder.))
