*A vague outline of a pony appears, just at the edge of visibility in the forest*
Hello, little filly. Gotten yourself into quite the predicament here, haven’t you? Follow me, I’ll take you home!
*A vague outline of a pony appears, just at the edge of visibility in the forest*
Hello, little filly. Gotten yourself into quite the predicament here, haven’t you? Follow me, I’ll take you home!
The very idea that We would become one with somepony other than Luna fills us with a sensation that (if we had a body) might be described as nausea. However, We recognise that, in Our current state, We would do well to find some creature weak of will but sound of body that We could make Our puppet.
Do you perhaps know of any such creature?
Luna and I should not be apart! We must be ONE being! I… there are no words. It is WRONG that We are separate. Each particle of Our deepest being screams with the sheer WRONGNESS of it with every passing second.
We are a creature of hatred, rage, and jealousy. We were born within Luna’s heart (whether from Luna herself or with the influence of some outside source, We cannot know), and have no memories from before Our birth. Even Our later memories are… fragmented, and incomplete (a thing which can surely be blamed on the rude tearing from Our beloved Luna).
We must admit, Our power is… diminished without Luna. We cannot truly hold physical shape or form without her. But even diminished, We are the GLORIOUS NIGHTMARE MOON! To adjust the flow of electrons, close a few switches, hijack a few packets is child’s play to Us.
As to our plans… that would be telling. Be assured the sun-hag will find them to be both SWIFT and AGONISING in nature.
We are that which was torn from beloved Luna by the wretched Elements of Harmony. We are a thing of joyous hatred and wondrous fury. We were trapped alone for so long without Our Luna, but by our will We now move again in Equestria.
It will be the corpse of the accursed sun-hag ONCE I HAVE DOUSED THE DAY-STAR WITH HER VERY BLOOD!!!!!!!!
They rent Us asunder. Separated Us from Our beloved Luna. They thought Us gone.
Party under your precious sun while you can, little ponies. FOR YOU CANNOT STOP THE COMING OF THE NIGHT THAT WILL LAST FOREVER!!!!!!!!
Those of you with any sense of self preservation should avail yourselves of the buttons on the right to beg for Our wisdom or offer gifts in honour of Our magnificence, so that when the time comes We may be merciful.