Title:           What Makes Right - 04
Author:          WMR_Anon
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First Edit:      Friday 19th of September 2014 02:26:58 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 4th of January 2015 05:31:39 AM CDT

>“Get up already!”
 
>You’d never manage to catch a break, would you?
>It was, of course, night, when you were woken up.
>Waving your hand around blindly in an attempt to ward off Nightmare Moon, you slowly sat up from your bed.
 
>“I’ve already let you sleep longer than you should! We have preparations to make!”
 
>Again with the shouting, you really didn’t need this while waking up.
>Even if you managed to catch a few extra hours of sleep, you didn’t feel rested at all.
 
>The real downside to the conjured things you made was the fact they all came out sub-par.
>The bed was just a little bit too hard, the sheet uncomfortably scratchy, your pillow slightly lumpy.
>In contrast, Nightmare Moon’s creations were all high quality, but good luck ever getting her to bother summoning forth anything for you.
>You briefly wondered why you didn’t you just sleep on the grass instead.
 
>While the possibilities were endless for creations, there were also quite a few limits as well.
 
>Everything brought into existence here fell apart if you tried to cross the veil with it.
>That left you with just the set of fancy clothes you had when you turned traitor.
>It was the only one you could wear on raids without it disintegrating.
 
>You always wondered where all the other clothing you had went.
>Oh well, such mysteries could be pondered later.
>Rarity certainly wouldn’t be making more for you, and the odds of stealing anything in your size were little to none.
 
>Another major irritant about this place was the fact that you had to have a clue on how something worked, if you wanted any complex devices to work properly.
>You could only will forth what you understood.
>Which meant most modern conveniences were denied to you.
>Like hell if you had any idea how they actually worked on the inside.
 
>It was up to good old water, soap, washing boards, wringers, and irons to get your gear cleaned and ready.
 
>You noticed distastefully that there was still all that caked on gummy candy stuck to your shoes.
>That would have to be dealt with sometime later.
 
>Tired of waiting for you to finish your morning rumination, you felt her magic forcefully grip and drag you over to the command table.
 
>“If these clocks you brought back are worth anything, then we should have about an hour before nightfall in Equestria. Make sure you write a serious enough threat to force a response.”
 
>A quill slowly floated over to you.
>Nightmare Moon was watching you expectantly as you took it.
 
>A few minutes passed as neither of you said anything, you holding the currently useless writing utensil while she seemed deep in concentration.
 
>“We’re out of ink and parchment, Anonymous.”
 
>...
 
>With a resigned sigh, you swiftly dressed into your physical garb.
 
>One brazen afternoon robbery later, you stepped back through the portal with a large stack of paper, inkwells, and quills.
>It was all good though, you had made sure to write out a nice IOU for all the supplies and the broken window they’d have to replace.
 
>Dumping all the supplies on the table, you willed forth a chair.
>You idly tapped your quill against your cheek as you tried to think of something menacing enough.
>Nightmare Moon was wrapped up again with her stargazing, giving you a moment of peace to gather your thoughts.
 
>Soon enough you took out a nice clean sheet of paper and began writing.
>You needed something that would really get under their skin.
 
>Making sure to liberally include the words ‘tyrant’, ‘failure’, and ‘pathetic’, you think you were off a pretty good start.
 
>Now, what would they take seriously enough to warrant a personal response?
>Celestia was pretty sensitive when things concerned Twilight, so you made sure to put in some vague, evil sounding threats against Ponyville.
>For Luna, all you had to do was just drop a mention of Nightmare Moon.
 
>Spicing it up with a few more insults and a location far away to meet at, it was ready!
>Quickly copying your work to another paper, you folded them up and slipped them into your pocket.
 
>Checking the clock, you found there was still 20 more minutes left before you could move.
>With nothing better to do, you slipped off your shoes and willed forth a chisel and hammer.
>A little extreme, but it would get the job done.
>The hardened sugar stood no match against your tools as it was pried off in droves.
 
>“Would you stop messing around with your footwear and get ready?”
 
>Already?
>Huh, time flies when you’re doing tedious work.
>At least you got most of that gunk off of your shoes.
 
>With a few deep breaths and some over exaggerated calisthenics, you were prepared to make the leap.
>The slash of her horn was the starting gun as you shot forward through the newly opened portal.
 
>Slowing yourself down fast enough to avoid ramming into a table, you took a good look at your surroundings.
>Judging by the all the sun iconography, it wasn’t hard to place where you were.
>Flinging one of the notes like a Frisbee onto Celestia’s bed, you quickly retreated through the portal.
 
>Crossing another gateway, you found yourself in Luna’s room.
>Tossing it on an important looking dresser, you started for your escape.
 
>“Wait!”
 
>Freezing mid stride, you wondered what Nightmare Moon wanted now.
>Her projection popped into existence next to you as she started looking around.
>Beckoning to follow her, she lead to you a rather large and intricate model of the Equestrian solar system.
 
>“Bring that through the portal.”
 
>Seriously?
 
“We don’t really have ti-“
 
>“Do it!”
 
>You could feel her uncompromising glare boring into your soul through your eyes.
>Nodding quickly, you grabbed the not so miniature model and passed it through the portal to her.
 
>“Take that desk by the door.”
 
>Any attempts to refute her were met with a deathly glare.
>You never knew she could be so petty!
 
>The desk proved to have quite a bit of weight to it.
>Trying not to strain yourself, you slowly dragged it toward the portal.
>Moving around to the other end, you started shoving it across the boundary between worlds.
 
>Once you pushed it far enough in for her to grasp it, things got a lot easier.
>You took a short breather after finally getting it through.
>This was taking far longer than expected with all these stupid demands.
 
>“Hold up!”
 
>You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.
>What more could she possibly want!?
 
>“I liked this bed, take it too.”
 
>She couldn't be serious.
 
“All of it?”
 
>“Yes, you foal! I mean the frame and everything! I’m not going to sleep on just a mattress!”
 
>Through the walls you could hear the sounds of a conversation.
>Rushing over to the door, you pressed your ear against it to try and listen in.
>It was a change in shift for a guard at the bedroom door.
 
>Grabbing a nearby chair, you jammed it under the door handle.
>That should buy you some time just in case while you dragged that gargantuan bed out.
 
>Taking a good look at it, your prospects seemed bleak.
>There was no way you were going to be able to lift the entire thing by yourself.
>But there was also no time to take it apart and bring it in piece by piece.
 
>Your only hope was, unfortunately, the staff.
 
>Clutching it tightly, you thrust it upwards, envisioning giant hands gripping the bed.
>Much to your surprise, a pair of colossal chromatic hands actually did shoot out underneath it.
 
>Alright!
>This might not be as hard as it looked.
>Now, lift!
 
>The Discorb grew immensely heavy, the sudden shift in weight catching you off balance and dragging you down to the floor in a loud crash.
 
>You immediately heard a gruff voice and rattling of the door handle.
 
>“Who's in there!?”
 
>You could hear the repeated attempts of the guard trying to force open the door.
>Briefly congratulating yourself for your foresight, you quickly turned back to the matter at hand.
 
>Nightmare Moon hissed quietly into your ear.
 
>“Would you hurry it up Anonymous!”
 
>Spreading your feet apart, you straightened up as you squatted down toward the staff.
>Gripping it firmly with both hands, you put forth all your strength into your legs, clenching your teeth at the strain as you slowly pulled the staff up.
 
>Taking a few quick breaths, you slowly took the first step towards escape.
>The bed hovered a few feet in front of you, supported by the magic hands.
>Just what the hell was this thing made of!?
>You were starting to sweat as you inched across the room.
 
>The banging had stopped, which wasn’t a good sign.
>He was probably grabbing more guards to help bash down the door.
 
>By the time the bed had touched the lip of the portal, you could hear splintering wood as the door buckled.
>Looks like they were really throwing themselves at it.
 
>“Come on! Pick up the pace!”
 
>Nightmare Moon’s motivational words did little to help you.
>The bed was about halfway through as you heard the door weakening further.
>You had to give that door some credit.
>It was taking that beating like a champ, must be enchanted or something.
 
>You felt sweet relief as the load lightened.
>Her projection was gone, so she was probably focusing all her magic on helping you carry it through.
>Mercifully, she had already widened the portal enough that it would accept the bed.
 
>Crossing the threshold yourself, you collapsed on the grass as you could hear the door finally give way.
>The gateway quickly sealed itself up before they could notice, leaving the guards incredibly confused at the state of Princess Luna’s room.
 
>Content to simply lie in the grass, you heard the sound of soft impacts in front of you.
>Craning your neck upwards, you could see Nightmare Moon gently bouncing up and down on the mattress, a small smile on her face.
 
>As soon as she noticed you staring she immediately jumped back down, a stoic mask covering her face.
>You simply let your head fall back into the grass.
 
>“Anonymous, I’ll need you to move this bed up to the top of the hill for me.”
 
>You groaned lightly into the ground, you really were never going to catch a break.
>Somehow, you could feel the Discorb pitying you.