Well…

We’re sorry. We’re not interested.

philosopherofequestria:

P̤̝̮͇̞ͯ̎̾ͮͬ̾̀o̡̎ͬnͪ͠d̻͈̰̲͓̞͙̋̉e͍̖͢r̵͔̭̩͇͗ͨͭͅ ̝̜̗͍̟̜̰̓̐̔̌̀i͍̳͙̜̬̙ṣ̶͎̰̮͇̟͎ͯ̉̏ͯ ̐̽ͭ̌ͦͣ̃͢o̜͆͒̑ͧ̇f̲̙̞̰̏̏́̊̔͗ ̨̣͖̞̖̎̉̃͛̾n̞͔̘͋ͧ͟ŏ͙̭͙̤ ̺͙̘̣̜͈̠̿ͣͬ͊ͦ̎ǔ͈͍̹̙̮̉̄ͯ̈̇s̼̟̹͔̻͍ͬ̇ͩ͐ͅe͐ͩ̅ͨ͟ ̥̩̦̄̓t͕͙̰̖̟̰̙̐ő̸̰͚͑̄ͥ̂̋ ̡͌̒̈ͮ̎̋y̻̺ͮǫ̣̘͈͍̳̪͖̐̈́͌̂u̪̠͗̊ͩ͝ ̼̖̮̓ͧͭ̉ͪa̹̟̠͔͈͙̦̎ͤ̚t͇̙̦͕̄́̍͂ ͓̥̬̘̂̿ͦ͘t̑͢he̬͉͔͗̽̓̋͆ͅ ͓͕ͥ̏̍͊̆ͫ̚ṃ̲̍o̙̦̪̱̼m̸̼̫̱en̵͚͖ͪ̔̌͐t͚̰ͩ.̲̗͕̲̣͍̙ͭͧ̃̓ ̍ͧ͠I̷͈̩̠̼̭̟n̩͆ͧ̓͆͊̃ ̝̏͌ͥͦ̀̉͘ḧ̠̥̹́͋̉̐̍̃ͅi̢̭̖͍̮͓̔̋̄s̤͔̳̼̖͖̘̋͛͊̄̕ ̻̙̲͓͈̫̞ͣwͯͫ͗̔e͕̰ͨ̚ḁ̯͉̭̩͍ͨ̏͗k͐͑̐̿e̢͕͕͔͓̣̔̓̽ͥ̒̄s̷t̒̃̌͏̥͉̤̘̘
͙̬͉̝͓͙ͥ̽̓̏̅ͨ͌͘s͎̮̯̦̮̖͗͘ţ̙̦̬̪̙̯ͬ̏̑̓̀a̽̌ͪ͒ͯt̊̓̉ͥe,͖͍̬͍̉ͧͫ͗ ̮͈̞̼̫͚͑́͂̐h͈͕̘ͪ̒e͔͉͊̉͒ͭ ̙̲̞̙̗͛̆̏̋i̶̮̙͋ͧͭ̍̑͛s͖̻̹ͫ́ ̛̍̉ͭ͗ͨm̵̏ͤ́ͨ̏y͍ ͇̻͋̃͐̀p̰ͬ̉ü̲̮̣̳̣͇̂ͅp͚̞̋p̣̺̃̅̔͌͑̚e͓̮̤t͙̜̠͍̫̩ͭ̆ͦͣͯ͗̚.̨̤͙͖̤͚̳̾͂̅̆̈́̽ͤ ̩̰̜ͥ̔ͦͯͨ͗W̝͇̪̬̫̮̋ͧ̊ͭͮ̿͌͢a͙̰̞͚̩̣͐͗̆tͥ̉̌c̗̙̟̮̻̣ͫͫ͡h̳̻̜͗͒̆̽͜,̜̩̼̎ ͏̱͍̰̣̱I̶͔̥ͪ̏̋̅'̞̱̳̇̉̉͘ľ̡͎̝̖̠̞̭̓͋̽ͅl͉͇̘̲̓͐ͪ̾͞ ͂̔ͪ͏͈̯̖̙̠ͅm̸͎̞̪̓ä̵̯͋̾͐ͨ̂k͉̤̻̥͓̰̹̒̏͗͗̀ę̠̪̩̅ͨͮ ̰̣̱͙̿ͦ́h̻iͦm̲̜͈̮̍͒̆ͦ̅̏̌ ̳ͫͅţ̟̺͙̿ͮͫ̄a̻͎̖̻͖̳ͮ͌ͅl͍͔̮͉̱̯ͥ͂̑ͣͥk͉̖ͮ̀ͦ͂ͣͨ:̉̍͊ͭ͋

Ponder: How dare you stand up to Zalgo like that, whelp!

S̪̱̾͐̾ͭę̣̽̿̊͛̄̍́e̿̀?̷̬̘͙̗͖ͨ̒̇ P͚͔r̸̫̺͙͕͎͍̍̄ͪe͛̔̓̒ț̥̩͈͈̗̃́̓̾̈́̉̀t̳̲̀̈̊̀y̳̲͊̈́̂ ̶̘̲̩̮̆̋͂̔̄͊ͤē̓̐҉̥̩̥̼n̟̲̘̙͓̿̏̄t͢e̳̠̒̂ͭ́r̘͇̫͎̬̣̓̈́́t̳̩̪̥ͥ̅͒̚͘a͔̟̹̮̤͚̓i̘͖̳̞̞͇ͤͥ̀ͯ̄ͨ͝n͇̠̘̺͋ͦ̓i̳̰̺̫̜ͪ͛͌̒ͪ̎n̮̣͆͠g̫̲͇̞̼͓͆̀,̠̥̞̟̮̭͒ͭ̆̐ͧ̍̾ ̣̞̫̮̖̱̪͛͌̒̎h̡͇̆u̇ͥ̿h̦̘̼̥̙ͮ̽?̢̞̣̥͌́͂̚ ̜̪̯̍͐͊ͬ͋ͪN͕̖͙̟̼̣͖ͣ̇ͨ̅̎ǫ͕̰w͎̝̺̾ͦ̈̒͂ͨ ͈͔̺͔̫̝̉̔̌̃ͦͦ͜h́e̮ͭ̉̓ͬ̑e̟̬͓̻͙̐ͪ̆̅̆͠d͈̮̗͓ ̴̻̯ͣm̑͑y͉̥̗̫̮̩̅ͪͮ̓̽͂̚͝ͅ ̬̩̾̑͂͂d̢͉͚̈̓ͭ̔̃ȇ̡̠̮͚̇m̩ͨ̈́͂̔ͩͪa͙̐̈́͒̔͆̋̈̕n̛̻͌̊ͥͪ̚d̸̝͍͆͗̍s̝̳̰ͬͯ̋ͫͩ:̬̰̫̺̤ͧ̃̑ͦ̐ ̟̻ͤ̽E̙̰̣͖i̶̺̣̟̲̘̪͆̆̏ͪ̓̚t̪͓͢h͌e̺͍͔̬̞͖̳̐̒̋̈́͋̾̚ṙ̏̋ͨ̾̎
̖̘̼͕̺̮ͯ͐͛͂̾g̠̜̬͆i̫̣̔v̗̝̬͛̂̐e̛̲͈͖͈̣̠͐ ͈̣̗̱̥͋m̛̟̤͖̉̇̇́̾̄ͅe̊ͧ̆̏ͮ͏͚͉̩̲ ̪̱͔̭̱̇͋̃̒̓͌a̙̣̦̩͙̭͊̍̓͡n̻ͤ̐̂͂̒͝o̬͙̪͛̒͌ͪ̓́̅t͋̑̅͒͋̍͐̕h̠̠̘̠̠̻̾ͫ̊̚ȇ͎̞͓͕͂̅͑̔̕r̷̰̣͇̱̞̯͐ͫͨ̂ ͓̥͙̥̞̳̈p̖̹̝ͧ̎̚o̼͗̈́̈̃̈́̀ͨń̻͈̠̉̄͑̆y̪͓͙̟ͧͤ ̓͆̓̂̎̿̔͜ẗ̤ò̩̻͕͍͚ͮ̂͝ ̲̪̫͙̲̍ͪ̏ͥ͂͒ͅt̆ͧ̿̇̑́͂́a̋̏̓̽̽ͩk͇̣̣͎͉ͮͮ̏̍ͯ̀ē̙ ͚̯̙͕̻̤̾͗̐́ͅh͋ͣ̌͂ͣo͍̫͚͕̖̬̹͂̿s͚͖̣̬̻̉̃ͪͦ̀͋̄͞t̡̯͙̳̖̩̹̳̽̓͆ͤ i͖̹͍̽̑ͥͧ͛̔̾n͚̓̋͊ͅͅ ̎ͯ̃̄͌͌̏҉̞̝̱̙̳̖̟o͒̿͌ͫ́r̰͚̗͓̻̥͕̂͑ͭͬ ̭͖̠̪͒ͨ̿ͬ̆͊̚lͦͧe͓̝̰̘͕͆ͥ̎͆̂ͥ̍t̝̫͎̠̮̼̻ ͓̗͕̮̱͔̈́̅̊͂̄m̬̺̻̅͂ͮ̀e̬͙̝̽̉͐͠ ͗͋͛ͤ̀͏̱̯̳̗̹̘ͅt͉̰̬̣̞̓ͥͦ̍̈͐ͅa͎͔͍̮ͯ̏͛̀̅͆ͯ͝k̴͎̱̮̤̠̤̦ͤ̆̈͐̈́e͆̈́͏̬̪̜̗ͅ ̝ͬ́s̪̯ͭ̔ͨ̿̀͊o̼̖̹ͪ̆̉̈́̚m͍̝̲̤̘̤͂͑͑͆e̴̦̖t̫̞̪̘̘̰͚ͩ̂̌̾̀h̵͈͔͔͋͌ͨi̻̘͍̪͔ͪ̒̆n̹̩͙̠̣̖̞̐ͪ̂ͬ͒̽ͨg̘̘͉̞̞̈̚͢ ͎͓̦̖̏ͯ͆̽́͗f̺̩̜̫̠͙̩͌ͦͦ̈ͫ̇r̭͓̫̪̼̾ͣͣ̈ͪ͘o̮̼͗͆͟m̹̳̣͇̍̂ͧ̈̍̅ͧ͘ͅ
͓̦̖̦̒ͪͫ̐͒P͊̐̔͏ő̱̫̮̹̱ͭͤ̌̚͟ṇ̝̬̹̳͖̀͊̓̏̆ͦ͗d̎e͚͐̇ͮr̛̜͖̳̅̾̑̋.̣͎́͐́ͫ̍.̡͖̺͖̘̘̳̻͒̓ͩ̐̄.̼͇͖̱̲͇̳͆̍̚͠

*Philemon pointedly ignores Zalgo, and addresses Ponder.*

Philemon: So, Ponder, is it? I think you and I need to have a little chat. In private.

*A blue door appears out of thin air. Philemon pushes Ponder towards it.*

Philemon: Come along, now.

…

What formula!? Where did you learn it!? What were the ingredients!?

philosopherofequestria:

Ĭ̵̮̼̺ͬ̍͒̈ ͙͚͈͇͎ͩͩͣ̇̃͆k͕͇͔͕͈̑n̛oͪ̓ͩ̀̉͞w̯͇̭̙̘̝͊ͧ̒̊̆͛͘ ͬ̐o̖̱̭̺͚͖͂̐͛̏̚f̠͓̠̥ͫ̾ͪ͌ͣͅ ͙͙̹̺̞͛́y̰͇̜̓́̿̽o̴͈̺͚ͭͬ͛͗̅̇ͥu͈̭͙͓͉̗ͯ͗̂̅͝r̝͓̳̘̻̿͗ͭ̉͒ ̡̻̼̫̝̹̊ͩi̭̙͚̝̫͍͖n̷̥͇͎͚̬ͣͨ̇ͣt̹ͯ̍ͩ͡e͓͚͖̯̭̒ͭ̏̂͗̽͞n̜̳͍̜͙̬̼͒́ͧ͒͆͐t̗̼̘̻̮͎ͧ̈̄͠ḭ̻̾̀̄ͬo̧͍̫͖̗͎̗̊ͬ͛n̰̭̝̋̂͛͢s̬̹̙͗,̵̼̯͕̞̦̦̒ͦ̄ͭ̉̚ ͇̬̂͆̂́w̵̟̮̤͓̭̙̐h̸ͪ͌̄̚e̥͉͚̞͑̔̓̀̈́l̤̦̱͍̎̀ͮ͂p͙͉̞͕̊̉̆͊̑.ͣ̉̈҉͓̗̙ ͭ̿ͪ̃ͪ͛͟Aͣͩͨͪ͏͕n͕͙͔͖̣̜̮̎̈́̆d̕ ̗͙̟̺̇͗̏̑̅ͭ̆I̸̳̼̲̮̗ ̪̰̥̮̠ͦ̈́ͤa͓͋̆ͮ͑ͦͮ́s̳̬̝ͧ͗͆̓ͧ͑̀͜ͅk̰̯̩̼͕̦̟̍̋ͣ̈́ ̙̘̜̠̮̌y̑ͫ͏̱̩ỏ̩̪̠ͪ͂ͅu̜ͮ̈́ ̖͎̗͕̭ͥ̋̎̓̈͞ǒ̏̃̓̇̌҉͎̥͚͔͔̻ͅf̫̙̞͘ ̨̼͕͙̾̾ͨ̽̓̋̾t̸̮͖͚̟̯̋͛̋ͣ̽̾h͛ͣ̀ï̤̤̱̩͎̎ͩ̚s̻̯̰̟͚ͭ͘:͎̙̣̪͉
̜͙̘ͣ̃̀ͪ̌̚ͅĨ͚̼̬͓̳ͩͣ͂ͧ͑̑'͍̩̼̼͙͙͐m̤̣̒̎̈̊̏̚͘ ̮̜͕̻̯͔̎͗̇̎́̊͟n͕̫̮̉̌̍ō̥̜̝͚̿ͨ͋͠ẗ̸̏ͭ̿̽ ̸̫̦̭̰͙ͫͅg̝͙͔ͫ̈́̾̂̍ͫ̕o͈̬ͧͨ̒̌͊ͪ̕i͉̖͉͕̬̽ͣͯͭͦͣn̶͈͇̳͐ͤͣg̠̼̥̈̄ ̷̘̰̼̜̱̗̺̓̓͂d̦͖͓̖̝̹̈͌ͭ̑̐ͩͅô̞̞̜̥͊ͬͩ̇w̬̓͊̾̍̄n̦̬͕̦͔͇͙ͬ̆̑ͬ ̶̗̺̣̝͐́w̥̠͎ͭ̿͐ĭ̝̱̱̱͖͜ť̤̩̣̮̑ͥ͂̍h͓ͭ̂̓́̃ͥ́o̾͏̣̲̪u͛̀ͦ̽ͫ̀ͩ͟t̨͖͔̪̲̹͚̱ ̛ͣͤ̒̐ͦͧà̘̬͇͕ͮ́ ̴͈̤̭̅͛̃̽͑ͅf̞̹̝̝͕̪̄̓͡ȉ̱̭̭̭͈̏ͭͯ͗ͫ̈́͡g̵̹̫̱͖͖h̠̖͙̓ͣ͛ṯ̢̣̰͉̙̺̅̂ͯͮ̋ ̣̺͔̑ͨ̿̈́ͪͥ̾o̶̪̘͂ͩ̋r̩̐ͩ͋ͥ ̬͓̦̅͑̉͌̈́̃p̺̳͇̩̟̋͒̓ͫ̇̎̚a̪̝͖͗̓̈́̓y̮̥͖̙͚̦̆͑͑̽ͯͧ̕m̲̊͆ͯe̡͛͂̈n̥͇̘̩ͬ̇͊ͤ͌͂͊ṯ̘͍̫̹ͤͣ͗̆̚.̖͕̙ͯͥ̂̈́̎̅̃ ͓͙̠̼ͨͥ̈̅ͧͅÈ͉͍̣͍̮͚͚ͫͧ̚̚͢i̸͎͙̺ͯ͌͗̅̿t̮͉͎̤̾͠h̸͙͗e̫̫͍̘̽̉͗̄ͣͅr̭̜̯ ̬͇̮͑̇̉ͥͩ̒̌y̱͉͎͕͉̾ͫͮ͟o̗̘̅ụ̵̳͇̓ͫ̏ͯ
̥̝̺̗̹̓̍̌g̡̞͑̈̅ĭ̠͓͗͌͆́ͧ̇͜v̶̮̫͚̱͔̽͗ͫͅe̸̥̻̝̳ͫ̍ͮ̾ͥ ̮̙̪̝͚̳̒͂̃ͧͪ͛̚m̪̥̰̽̃e̛̪͈̺̜̳͎̦͒̅ͬͧ͋ ͋̓͐̐̏̋͝a͂̀̄n̟͉̗͉̣͗ō̤̱̙̭͈̜ͬ͆̅͊͆ṯ͊̓̾ͬ̃h̞̹͚͕ͮͪͯ̒e̮̝̖̥̭̋̍ͮ̓̇͜r̦͋̑ͫ͑ ̨̜̐̎͊̇ͩp̻̫͋o͛ň͚͔̯ÿ̺͙̰̙͗ͤ̌̚͡ ̩̭̽̏̕t̲̋̎͐o͎̪̫̫̰͙̹͆͒ͭ̃ ̶p̾̌͆͏̳ͅo̺͍̮̍̔͋̇̌ͮ͝s̷̳͇͓̰̳̾̈́͛̌ͅs̨͑e͎̠ͮͭͫ̄s͖̪̩͎̙̹͊͐̉̎̅ͬ̂s̤͖̩͓̲̟͗̚ ̼̬̺̳̂ō͈͔͔͕̻̼̜͂̿͋̾ͣr̦̻̹̰̣̻̺̀ ̜͚̺̑̀Iͨ͊̄͒̽ͪ̈́͠ ̜̊̚t̫̬̓ͮͤȃ͉͍̪͕̝͉̈k̿̌e̞̲̳̤̘͗ͭ̾ ͇͍̱̈́ͮ̾̆̋̑s̟̼͉͔̳̳͇o̯̓̔̌̉͜m̿́̔̚e̘̜̳̰̹̣̥̓̇ͧ̆͆ͯ̌t̻̜̬͈̍͑ͯ͡h̿̀̄͑ͫ͏͓̘̜͈i̿͌̀͑̒n̦ͦͣ͛g̻̼͖͍̗͚̾̊͒ͬͦ̄ ̝͒f̡̻̳̰̻̎̋̈ͅr͖̹̝̔̏ͮͦ͒̐̔ờ͛̂ḿ̠̆̓͂ͬͅ
̙̝̺̣̅̿́̍̄͜t̖̙̭̰͞ͅh̸̞̤̺͔̫͛ͅͅi̠̰͍̙̝ͮͫͯ͂s̰̲͍̝̤̋ͨͯͪͩ ̙̭̞͓̫̓̇c̪̈́ͦͧ̓r̦͓͖ͅͅẽͥt̮̩̲̯̼͇̯͗̾̅͋̓̆͟i̮̎ͧͦ̅̌̈ṋ̬̘͉͍̯͓̀ͭ̑͂̆ͣ ̴͙̯I͇͈̯̳̪̮̰ͣ̽̊͑̂ͮͥ'͈̖͎̺̝̗̭̃̈̇̾̈m̞̻̹̼ͯͦ̎̐̌ ̯͓̅̎ͤ̎ͩ̕ͅc̖̮̜̎̑̿ͤ̒ͨ̋o̱̮̩̼̓ͦͭͧ̌͊n̙̞͎ͯ̿̅̓ͭ̄ͤ̕t̰̪͚̰r͉͋̽̇̅o̟̭̜͍ͦ͟ḷ̟͖ͨ̃l͙̳̘ͣ̽̈́̋ͬ̓͟i̟̪̮̜̱̿͗ͩ̿n̛̮̥͚̙̞̮̄͊̚g͕̪̪̱ͧ̈́̏̂̽ ̤̳͙r̤͈̲̻͐͊̇̋̉ͫi͔̫͇̩̞̩͒ǧ̗̅ͥ̇̏ͪͦh̘̦̖̰͕͌t̹̒ ̠̖ͭͦ̃̆̒͜n̠͋o̸̟͇̣w̲̞̳̙.͙̲.̗͖̠̅̾ͨ.͖͆̍ͪ

Philemon: We can’t have a discussion without all parties involved being present.

*Philemon closes his eyes for a moment, summoning Ponder’s conscious mind to join them.*

Yes, really.

Is it so hard to believe?

philosopherofequestria:

ask-nightmaremoon:

*Nightmare Moon and the butterfly dive deep into his subconscious mind, entering a world based on his inner self, hoping to locate and eliminate the force possessing him.*

*In his mind*

A͑͐̋̏̚҉̛̭͖h̫̼̘̤̻̱̙̲̑ͫ̄̐̉́ͅ.ͣ͛͆͗̿͏̖̠͖̙͚̣̩̞͈.̛͔͓̪͓̼̒̔͒ͯ͜͡ ̠͙̰͍͎͐ͯ̋̏ͫ͋͒ͮ͢ͅt̲̬̼̣̻͎͖ͩ͌̎̊͌̍͋h̖̣̗͎͔̣ͧ̒̾ͩͧͭ͐ͧ͘͜ͅe̷͎͓̣͉̭͍̠̯̤ͯ͆ͯ̊̔̉͆̃͠ ̨̰͇̠ͪͨͧ̿͒̆̋͘ę̵͍̰̹̮̖͇̤͆̑ͮ͂̌ͪ̈́v̢͇͉̠͉̗̻̄ͯͫͭ̍̀e̸̥̺ͯ̋ͣ̈́͆ͨͭ̚ṟ̶͍̋ͮ̐͊-̴̡͈͕̮ͫ͒̋̍͋̏̔̚̕s̶͇̤̠̳͍̙̹͗́͢ͅo̶̮͈͖̖͓͕̫̅ͮ̉ͨ͒ ̷͙͓͍̾ͩͫ͋ͯ̅ͨ̄̀͡a̱̣ͭ͋̌ͭ͐̍ͦ̚n̨̖͕̗͉̻̯̲̬̒ͫ̈͝n̢̻̣̪̼̝̩̥͛̍ͨ̉̃o̺͕̝̬̻̠̅̊̊̂͆̀̚y̾̆ͧͤ͋̈́҉͙̳̬̞̹̟̻͢i̸̖͈̮̞͔͍͎̦̥ͥ̈́͂ͮ̀ͮ̆̀͡n̓̑̾́͏̠̱̮̦̦̙̟g̶̾ͨ̓ͩ̿ͪͯͫͭ͟҉̟̼ͅ ̢͎͙͎̟̰̯̭̊́́ͅͅN̼̬̪̂͐̐ͅį̀̿̎̀͏̩̠̹͕̣̖g̴̹̮̀̐̕h̯͕̞͕̟̝̳̑ͫ͛ͣ͒͊͑̊͜t̛̠̮͇̪̟͔̺̹̪̚͡m̸̞͂͐͆aͯ̽ͨ͗ͥ҉̥̱̲́r̛̼̜̩̤̥ͯ̉͗̓̀ͤ͌ͨ̕͠e̙̤̰̬̓̔̽͆ͭͤͨ̂ ̶͔̹ͪ̔ͫ́̐ͦ̚͜M̨̛̮̞̩͎̀̉̉o̐ͦ̋͏͉͖̩̯̜ͅo̺͍̝̤̙͕͗̑̇̔̀͗͛̂̕n̪̰͖̭̻̘͈̳ͨ͡ͅ.̃̌̊ͧ͞҉̻̺̗͙͈͟ ̢̱͐G̷̻̲̠̟͈̘̰ͪͪͮ̀̊͌̂̀͢r͖̈͂͜ȩ͍̺͕̙̗̖̲̰̺͆̇ͨ̓̐ͪͯ̕e̺ͥ͊̏ͥ̓́͑̓t̢̝̗̥̦̭̅͊͌͗̈́ͦ̑í̷̵͉̹̪̦̝̮ͯͧ́ͫ̋̿̈́ͭ͠n͈͓̺̟̤͎ͯ̄̔͐ͦ͡ģ̷̻̣̼͇̖̝̣̖̈́͗̚s͓̟̞ͬ͢.̘͍͚̓͝ ̱̟̃͆̽̌ͩͦ͊Î̵̧̛̤̬̫̗̱̤̦̾ ͎͚̝͆ͥͯͨͤ̌́̂͢͡à̴̮͓̈ͫ͛ͦ͠m̀͗̐̓̋̈́̈́̑͞҉̣͉̙̰͟ ͔͉͎͍̞͖̰̆̍ͣ̉̏ͮ͠Z̢̼̝̰͑ͤͨ̚͘a̸̍̎ͦ̄̕͏̻͉͓̭̝͖̯ĺ̮̙g̶͉̤̰ͯ͘ͅo͉̼̙̮͕͇̝ͫͣͪ̾͂̚̕͢.̴̘̝̰̻̳̒̅ͭͅ.̧͔̖̰̠̫͇͇̀ͭ̃̐ͮͧ̔.̡̻̣̻͓͂ͪ̉͜͜ ̝̹͚͓̤̲͖͎̈̐̈ͬ̓̓̊ͨ͠
̝̱͉̞͙̥͙̮͈͊̏̐͆W̶̪̦̻̰̲ͭͮͨ̅̿̏ͧ͜͞hͣͤ̓̐͐̄̈́͝͏̺̜̥͖͇͙̪ͅa̪̫͕͊̿͆̉̿t̖̝̘̖͓̗͔̊͗ͧ͒̚ ̨̗̯͙ͩ̀ͭ̒ͨ̾̇b̠̖̝͕̱̝͙̟̏͛ͮͩ͊́͝r̴̸̥̙̣̠͗̽̐ͨ̓i̻͔̹͙̳̪̼̋ͤ̃͊̌̅̀̍ͩͅn̶͎͙͔̺̺͚̈́ͦ̄͂̈̃̋̉͡g̶̹ͧ̇̽̍ͪ̓͗͋͞s̘̼̗͚͍̅̂ͣ̊ͤ͞ ̥͔̹̞͙̟̺͆͛ẏ̵̫̤͓͍͙̙͉́͡ͅo̴̼̼̬̺͕̳̞̹ͭũ͔͍̲͚ͪ̀ͦ̈ͮͭ͂ͤ ̴̦͎͙̭ͦ̅̀t͖̜͇̝͙͙̯̾ͣ̈͐̎̄ͩ̓ő̱͙͖̫̻͓̘̆ͩ̇ͩ́̓́ͅ ̓ͯ҉҉̦͙̯̬̠̘̰͖m̸̡̘̮͉̠̣͚͓̠͒͂ͦ̓ͫ͒͗͐̀y̜̦͔͎ͬ̀͟͠ ̧̤̪̼͑ͯ̀̚̕d̶̬̭̠̘͉̻͇͐o̖̠̫̯͋̈ͬ̎ͧ̚͢m̷̨̱̪̩̂̀͐͛ͩ͜a̤̬ͤ̑̊ͦ̉͝͞i̻̬̠̻̯̻̱ͧ̋̓̉͑̎͐ņ͙ͪ͆?͔̻͇̼̯ͭ́̽͢

Oh, We’re not going to be conducting this exorcism. We’re leaving it up to an expert this time.

*She gestures to the blue butterfly, which lands in front of Zalgo. With a flash, it transforms into a tall, dark-haired human in a blue suit and butterfly mask.*

Human: Hello, Zalgo. My name is Philemon, and I’d like to ask you some questions, if that’s all right.

philosopherofequestria:

Aaaargh! *Goes silent when butterfly enters his mind*

*Nightmare Moon and the butterfly dive deep into his subconscious mind, entering a world based on his inner self, hoping to locate and eliminate the force possessing him.*

philosopherofequestria:

Worship the rightful Queen of Equestria!: philosopherofequestria: ask-nightmaremoon: Dark Blitz: *Approaches…

Even Nightmare Moon is against me? What is going on? Why are you restraining me? *Starts levitating random objects in the room and flings them at Dark Blitz*

*Blocks the items going towards Blitz*  I have returned….. I apologize for my absence.

How do you all not see the wisdom Zalgo provides! Unbound me now!

*Nightmare Moon ignores his rantings and lowers her horn towards his head until it’s tip touches his forehead. The butterfly flits over and lands right where her horn touches. Nightmare Moon’s horn glows, and both she and the butterfly enter his mindscape.*

hoofbeasts:

ask-nightmaremoon:

Nightmare Moon runs out for a moment, then returns holding a small object.

“We had this made for you. We remembered what you asked Us, about family…”

She levitates it over to the Vriska doppelgangers facing her. It’s a small stuffed animal in the shape of Nightmare Moon.

The doppelgangers seem to shrink at the sight of the doll, almost as if they’re trying to escape. Vriska looks up at it, trying to stand, inching her way closer to Nightmare Moon. Reaching her, she hugs the dark alicorn, closing her eyes, trying to shut out the fear and pain.

Nightmare Moon puts a wing protectively around the real Vriska.

“You asked to be a member of Our family, and We accepted. That means you’ll have Our protection and support. Always.”

philosopherofequestria:

ask-nightmaremoon:

Dark Blitz: *Approaches Moon City eventually with an unconscious pony with a cut from a sawblade on a hoof and other disturbing features , planning on trying to get an audience with Nightmare Moon, hoping that Arcel has talked with her*

*The guards show him in to Nightmare Moon’s temporary throne room immediately.* This is the one Arcel asked Us to help, isn’t it? Does he require medical attention before We begin?

Where am I? Nightmare Moon!?!?

*Nightmare Moon ignores him. Instead, she gets out a thick red book and starts reading aloud in a strange language. After a moment, a small blue butterfly flits in through the open window and lands on her head.*

*To Dark Blitz* We’re ready to begin. Restrain him.