Hmm… that might work.

If We must. We are confident he will see things Our way.

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?

Well, We do have the reanimated, but even if they’re nearly indestructible  they’re too slow and stupid to be much use on their own. Shadowbolts are better, but each one requires a volunteer willing to give their life for Us, so they’re not suited to mass production.

Really? Then who taught you the spell you used?

Hello.

Do We know you?

*The foals look at the anon confusedly.*

They’ve never had a Nightmare Night before. While We don’t… approve of the celebration, We’re considering letting them trick-or-treat with Starbuck’s foals while We hold Our adults-only party.

hoofbeasts:

ask-nightmaremoon:

Nightmare Moon approaches closer. “Tell Us what happened, Vriska. Tell Us what We must do to fix this.”

Vriska twists and writhes, barely able to look up at Nightmare Moon. Two of the doppelgangers turn to Nightmare Moon, and she experiences Vriska’s regrets relating to her; feelings of failure, and a sense of not belonging. She can hear Vriska’s voice as if from a distance, but it sounds much younger, as if she was only a foal, crying out in fear, and an older-sounding voice, still Vriska’s, telling someone she’ll never be good enough.

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.