Title:           Chapter 8: Bedtime Troubles
Author:          CookieSfh
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First Edit:      Sunday 12th of June 2016 02:20:35 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 19th of June 2016 05:00:18 PM CDT

>You go inside your room.
>Looking around, you notice the bed in the middle end of the room.
>A queen sized bed with tiny encrusted gems on every intersection of ruby-colored stripes.
>Making up the canvas is a portrait of what looks like an ocean and clouds weaved into the thick fabric.
>In the middle of the room lays a round crimson carpet with a oceanic exterior of teal.
>A few toys are scattered in a corner, probably from Twilight's past as a filly.
>You pick up what appears to be a worn out pony doll and stare at it.
>You can feel the love left over from her times.
>Enhancing your right eye, it is confirmed.
>In fact, every single thing in here is coated in vast amounts of love.
>You want to... thank her...
>You don't know how she managed to do this, but feel at peace in this room.
>Walking up into the bed, you make yourself at home, patting the bed like that of a cat making its bed.
>And within a few more seconds, you lay down and close your eyes, letting rest take you.
>...
>... Hmmm?
>You still seem to be awake.
>No...
>Looking around, the surroundings of the room has changed to that of a pitch black void.
>Getting up, you look down to see that you're standing on a single plate of metal matching the colorization around you.
>And you seem to have had a change in appearance.
>Your mane flows like that of the pitch black skies of the new moon.
>Your canines show naturally and your wings are of natural green feathers.
>But more importantly...
>A long horn protrudes out of your forehead, glowing intensely in a holy white.
>You try to take it all in, it makes no sense to you.
>You look almost like a small version of your mother.
>But then it speaks before you can think further of all of this.
~It comes~
"Someone seeks entrance here?"
~Indeed~
"Let them in."
>And it does so.
>The void around you evaporates into the air, creating a peaceful field and clear blue sky.
>And standing in the middle of the field is a scarlet blue pony.
>She has wings and a horn like your mother, but has a taller stature compared to her.
>Walking up to her, she notices the sounds of rustling and turns to look at you.
>"Hello Anonymous."
"Greetings. Who are you, and how did you get here?
>"I am Princess Luna, co-ruler of Equestria, and as to how I got here..." She uses her horn, casting a mist which forms into a mirror-like image of you sleeping on the bed.
>So she hasn't moved you.
>"I can enter the dreams of all the ponies me and my sister have domain over." she walks over to you, a smile on her face. "Tell me young one, art thy abilities like Twilight describes?"
~The speech of royals? Olden times don't doth me justice princess~
>This causes Luna to go wide-eyed. "Doth thee speaketh the language of our forefathers?" the hints of excitement do her no justice.
"I do not, but the voice does."
>"Ah, the voices mentioned in Twilight's letter." She ponders for a moment to collect her thoughts. "They are of olden times, far beyond our age, but our ancestors have met these voices you speak of through the ages.
"You have?"
>"Indeed, they affect all that exists, though some worlds have exiled them through means of power and redemption, other worlds aren't that lucky..." A somber look takes her.
>You've affected your world, but you do not know of the activities they have done in the past.
"What is your purpose for coming here?"
>Luna quickly gathers her composer. "Oh, yes, I am here to greet our newest prince and tell him of the formalities that go with the royal status."
"What are these formalities that I require?"
>"They are simple, and because you are of a young age, most do not apply to you, but it is required that I tell them to you so that you know the basics of becoming a bright and young prince." she gives you a warm smile before berating off the list of rules and regulations to you.
>Most of the rules listed off are pointed towards ruling a kingdom, requiring you to check food and shelter usage, job stability, and... magic mitigation?
"Could you repeat that last one?"
>"Oh, you mean the rule of limited magics? Yes it is for unicorns who can't control themselves around others and decide that the best way to celebrate a 'party' would be to blow it up.
>You look at her suspiciously, making her sweat a bit. "I did not partake in such behavior."
"Whatever you say."
>Luna blushes before walking further up the hill towards the sunrise, so you follow.
>The both of you look at the sun as it rises, giving you both a sense of peace.
>"Your dream so very vast. It's surprising actually."
"How so?"
>"Most ponies aren't able to create such vast dreams, in fact, most are at least the size of a room, but this... this is incredible." as she looks at the surroundings in awe, you think for a moment.
>More vast areas, yet you don't try to create them.
>Could this maybe represent the void in your heart?
>Yet it feels so peaceful, it can't possibly represent what you feel.
>"Perhaps I could visit more often?" Luna has a hopeful smile plastered on her face as you gaze at the sun in the distance.
"I suppose."
>"Wonderful!" Luna pulls you into a hug, causing you to nuzzle into an her.
>Her mane flows freely in the wind as does yours in this dream landscape.
>Her blue midnight shines as yours sparkles in adolescent darkness.
>And... the hug feels nice.
>They have always felt nice.
>"You know, I never expected Twilight's son to be so forthright with his feelings." you look up to see a smirk on her face.
"I am currently learning how to use 'emotions'."
>Luna perks up at this. "Really now? Do tell young Anonymous."
"I have learned of love, kindness, and honesty. The emotion of love is strong. Kindness is a given among others. And honesty is shown to those you trust."
>"That sounds perfect, but do remember that not all can be trusted."
"I know."
>"Good" Luna begins to use her horn, enveloping herself into the mist. "I'll be watching over you when you dream, always remember that, Anonymous."
>And moving into the sky, she disappears out of thin air, leaving your dreamscape.
>And soon after, the void returns, wiping away the vastness that was your true dream.
>Turning into pure darkness.
~REMEMBER THE KEY, Th?i?n?k ?of? ?th?e? ?p?ast, ea'cheapamir, It must come~
>...
 
 
>You wake up.
>Your still in your room.
>Everything lays untouched except the door, which has been closed.
>You get up and open your door, looking around the halls.
>Nothing has changed.
>The blue crystals glisten and the doors are left closed
>A faint humming is heard from the room opposite to yours and audible sizzling comes from upstairs.
>You wonder what might be happening upstairs, but decide it's more important to see what is happening in the room before you.
>So you open the door and head inside.
>...
>"ANON! What your you doing?!"
"Am I doing something wrong?"
>"Yes! I mean, I haven't even got my mane do-... GET OUT!"
>Twilight quickly covers you in mist and levitates you back outside before slamming the door shut.
>...
>That was weird.
>Why did Twilight react like that?
>The moment comes and goes and you are puzzled thinking of what to make of the event.
>So you decide to see what Spike is doing upstairs.
>And that is when you smell it...
>This smell...
>It is of seared flesh and bone.
>And other mixtures are hitting your nostrils with full force.
>And it's making you hungry.
>Heading upstairs, you see Spike preparing a steak on what looks to be an oven-top.
>Powered with the mist like before, it cooks the steak to perfection as Spike finishes it off with a good helping of green-lit fire from his nozzle.
>"Oh uh, hey Anon, Twilight was able to get one of these steaks that you had yesterday. I thought it was crazy that you could eat this stuff, but I can cook it, piece of cake!"
>It's magnificent.
>The seared steak hovers over onto a plate and is carried to the table.
>As you walk up to observe the plate, you can see the entire mass, cooked a beautiful medium rare.
>You take a giant whiff into your nostrils and... seasoned perfectly...
>U-Unf...
>Your teeth change to canines like before, wings made of blades and tentacles sprout out of you, and your hair stands on ends.
>"Yeah, I do a pretty good jo-oh-ho-HOLY CELEESTIA!"
>You open your mouth wide, showing your solid razors near the same size as Spike in comparison.
>And just like before, you rap them around the carefully prepared meal just for you, taking it into yourself before savoring the flavors.
>And oh is it so wonderfully extraordinary...
>The perfect amount of salt and pepper, other condiments and... and... something else...
>You can't quite catch it, but it tastes spicy and gives the juice a ting like no other.
>It tastes straight out of...
>You mustn't say it.
>"Anon?"
~"W?hat??"~
>Spike has gone wide-eyed looking at the monstrosity you've become.
>And his mouth refuses to move after your comment...
>You should change back.
>Your teeth revert back to normal, and the bladed tentacles retreat back into your ribs.
>And your hair falls onto your back, laying onto your side as normal.
>Looking at Spike, it looks as if he's seen a ghost.
>"Woah... you can do that?"
"Yes. It is a normality to change my form to suit my needs."
>"Jeez. That's a bit overkill don't you think?
"It suited my needs for this occasion."
>Spike gives you a look, but shrugs and moves back into the kitchen, taking back the plate and putting it into the sink.
>"Ugh..."
>Looking towards the door, you see Twilight has gotten herself organized.
>Her mane has been fixed and her clothes have been removed.
>You ponder why a race such as hers requires clothing during rest.
>"Anon? Did you... uhm... see me?"
"Yes. Twilight, why do you wear undergarments during your slumber?"
>Twilight turns a very bright red as her eyes turn every which-way.
>"Wha-I-um..."
>"Undergarments?" Spike turns his head. "Twilight? Did you go into the sock drawer again?"
>"SPIKE!" Twilight's flustered demeanor is turned down by Spike's determined glare.
>"You know what happened last time, Twilight. We are NOT having a repeat."
>Twilight takes a breathe to speak, but retreats it in defeat.
>"Er, uhm... as for your question... it's... a normal thing among ponies."
"Your lying."
>"Thought so." Twilight looked even more defeated than before.
>And you felt...
>Felt...
>What is this feeling?
>Ergh, this knot in your stomach...
>It hurts.
>"Anon, are you ok?"
"Agh, I am... I'm sorry."
>Twilight's concern subsides as the knots in your stomach subside.
>You need to avoid these kind of events.
>They are not kind to you.
>"Anon?"
"I'm fine. Telling the truth was not the right course of action."
>"I'm not sure if that..." but she bites her lip and stops questioning it. She thinks it might be best not to question most of what you do, seeing that the voices influence most of the things in you.
>So she takes a seat at the table and waits for Spike to fix her something to eat.
>While you are overall puzzled about ponies and clothing.
>But you will not question there customs.
>Only the fact that Twilight simply likes wearing panties in bed.
>You don't see the appeal.
>You refuse to.