>You are Princess Celestia, and you are tired.
>Sitting on your throne quietly, you contemplate what you can do to return things to normalcy.
>The village of Poneville has not been the same since... Him...
>Convinced that they are soulless doppelgangers, your little pones simply go through the motions.
>Even your faithful student, and her friends The Elements, now wear but a mask of happiness.
>The sound of the throne room door being thrown open startles you from your thoughts.
>A pair of panicked looking guards gallop across the room to you, before lowering themselves into a bow.
>"Princess, there is... A problem."
>Minutes later, you are following them through the grand halls of your castle.
>They lead you to one of the guest rooms, where you see a few more guards milling about outside the door nervously.
What has happened here?
>Unable to respond, the guards move to the side and allow you entrance.
>There, laying on the floor, you see her.
>One of your favorite maids, Bubble Bath, lies unconscious on the floor, to her side a small square of paper.
...
>"We arrived to find her like this after she didn't return from her route..."
>Slowly trotting up to the paper, you see something that truly terrifies you.
>A picture, so realistic that it could have only come from one source.
>It depicts a hand, reaching forward and lifting the skirt of the maid below you from behind, as she looks backwards with a flustered expression and mouth open in a yell.
>"What... What is it, your Highness?"
>Turning around with a stern expression, you reply with only a hint of fear in your voice.
Something I thought I had taken care of.
>He has returned.
 
>Be Anon, and currently be hiding out in Canterlot Castle.
>You had sat alone on the moon, for how long you don't know, before he came to you.
>Discord, the only one who truly understood you, the only one who saw the pones for the idiots that they were.
>Laughing as you recounted your tale of imprisonment, he made you an offer.
>He would return you to Equestria, even give you an actual camera with an automatic printout feature, if only you would stir up a bit more trouble.
>Naturally you agreed, you were bored after all, and you owed a certain Princess something.
>And so here you are, hiding in the dark corners and hallways, waiting for a chance to strike.
>Such a chance comes as you see a maid walking into one of the rooms on her predesignated cleaning route.
>Grinning to yourself, you check to make sure you're alone before moving to follow.
>Stealthily, you creep through the door behind her, crouching low to the ground.
>She hums to herself while changing the sheets on a bed, smiling happily at her work.
>You slowly reach out a hand, and grip the hem of her black skirt.
>Lifting it up, you gaze at that ample flank and raise your camera, just as she turns around with a blush and begins to yell.
>"Wh-what's the big-!"
>You cut her off with a bright flash, and the sound of the picture being printed out of the top of the camera.
>She blinks in confusion as you let go of her dress and stand, pulling the picture out and looking at it.
>With a smile, you drop the picture next to her and turn to walk away.
>"Wh-wha... Is this...?"
>Looking back as you reach the door, you chuckle to yourself when you see her pale face staring at the photo beside her in horror.
>As her eyes roll back and she collapses, you gently close the door and continue on your way.
 
>Walking through the halls, you hear the sounds of orders being barked out in the distance.
>They must have found the maid.
>As you pass an ornate door, you hear the sound of quiet mumbling and cooing coming from within.
>Opening the door quietly, you see your next target in the form of Prince Blueblood.
>He sits in a padded chair, brushing his mane in front of a large vanity mirror with a narcissistic smile plastered on his face.
>There were no guards stationed in the area, most likely due to a rising panic from your last victim being found.
>You didn't even need to be stealthy for this one.
>Stepping into the room, you walk up to stand behind him, and line up your shot.
>Too busy talking to himself and staring into the reflection of his eyes, he doesn't notice your form dominating most of the mirror.
>"You're perfect, Blueblood. Truly the absolute highest form of beauty that this meager country has to offer."
...Ur a faget is what you are.
>He flinches backwards as a flash blinds him.
>"Wh-who goes there!?"
>Dropping the developed picture in front of him, you quickly retreat from the room while he rubs his eyes with a forehoof.
>Pausing with your back against the wall next to the door, you listen as he recovers his ability to see.
>"I demand that you show yourself! I'll have you know that I am Pri-! ... This... HOW CAN THIS BE!?"
>Hearing the sound of a screech and crashing coming from within the room, you move on.
>It's impossible to stop the smirk from coming to your face as sobbing drifts to your ears from behind you.
>The sun outside casts a dark shadow over your face.
>It's time to get into position for the final stage of your revenge.
 
>As you are tending to the unfortunate maid, a shrill scream pierces the air.
>It sounded like...
Blueblood!
>"Princess, wait!"
>Galloping through the halls with a dozen guards at your back, you throw open the door to his room.
>A broken stallion lies before you, a husk of what was once your fiery newphew.
>He sits under a shattered mirror, mumbling to himself between choked sobs.
>"H-he was... Right behind me... He... Took me... HE STOLE MY BEAUTY!!"
>His head is lowered onto the counter in front of him, the items that previously adorned the vanity now scattered around the room.
>Next to the puddle of tears that is slowly forming underneath his head, is another picture.
>It depicts your nephew staring into his reflection vainly.
>And behind him, a towering form looms over his shoulder, holding up a strange box like device.
>Anonymous, the picture cutting off just below his neck.
>In the distance, you can hear the echo of laughter reverberating through the halls of your castle.
How is this possible... HOW CAN YOU BE HERE!?
>The guards that have followed you into the room flinch from the force of your voice, though Blueblood does not react at all, still quietly crying.
>This has gone too far. He will not be allowed to escape.
>Down the hall, one of your guards comes galloping towards the room.
>"PRINCEEEESS! IT-IT'S-!"
>Looking down to the guard as he reaches you, you lay a comforting hoof on his armored back.
Calm yourself. What have you discovered?
>After lowering his head and taking a few deep breaths, he looks you in the eyes with fear pervading his features.
>"It's Princess Luna! We were stationed outside of her quarters when we saw a flash underneath the door! We tried to gain entrance, but..."
>You were already gone.
>With a bright burst of magic, you teleport into your sisters room.
 
>We are the Princess of The Night!
>We slowly awaken to the sound of soft crying next to Us.
Tia... Art thou unwell?
>"I am so sorry, sister... I was too late..."
>Our sister lays beside us, head hung low, and with tears dripping onto a small square underneath her.
>Casting our gaze down, our eyes widen at what meets our sight.
>A picture.
>A picture of Us as we sleep, with what appears to be...
>Male genitalia in our mouth...
>Birds launch into the sky from all over the city, as Our scream blends with a distant cackling in the sky above Canterlot.