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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Midnight_Conversation">A Midnight Conversation</span><a href="A_Midnight_Conversation#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Midnight Conversation" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are (to no surprise, least of all your own) Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you can't sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know you shouldn't be doing things like this; pulling all-nighters trying to do magical research, even on a Friday night, but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After the Everfree trip, and with it the discovery of another magical source within a world that wasn't supposed to even have magic to begin with, your curiosity had gotten the better of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over the small geode necklace again, then set it onto the coffee table, laying back with a huff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rough night kiddo?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Go away Sundown. Twilight's already asleep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your (literal) inner demon from the fall formal heaves a sigh, and you swear you can feel a bit of hurt from the she-demon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y'know just because I got stuck with a majority of your lusts and desires for dominance doesn't mean I'm a fucking nympho, Shim... C'mon; what's eating you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed. you are fully able to seek our advice without judgement.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it's your turn to heave a sigh.</span><br />&quot;Damnit Daydream, not you too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Friendship Games shoulder angel that now also took residence in your mind continues, undeterred.</span><br />&quot;While your goal for the desire to prevent further harm to this world or those in it is admirable, working yourself to exhaustion is counterproductive. Perhaps some warm tea might help?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your forehead, feeling a slight headache coming on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that you had both of your alternate forms rolling around in your head was, while the norm for you since the end of the Fall Formal, far from standard in any of the magical fields you studied back in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But as you had come to realize time and again, trying to apply any of the Equestrian laws and theories on magic to the human world was guesswork at best and outright the opposite at worst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least it was limited to only fully-enhanced forms.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If your newest one brought on by the magical geodes from Camp Everfree turned into a third entity in your head, you would practically be screaming through the portal back to Equestria and begging at Celestia's hooves to rip the three of them out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least Sundown, the nickname your former she-demon counterpart had chosen, had calmed down and taken a less 'C'mon, Sunset, just a little bit of world conquering?' approach to things, after a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Took kicking Siren ass to do it, but you suppose getting to be the hero and facing an even greater threat than your stupid attempt to take over Equestria with an army of brainwashed teenagers gave her a bit of a reality check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean your head back further against the couch, trying to relax, and open your eyes again to reveal the two entities hovering over you in a warm color gradient void.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sundown was puffing away at a cigarette, the former she-demon in a set of magenta pajamas matching your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y'know, Sunny, normally I'd tell Dream to stuff it, but maybe she's got a point, for once.&quot;</span><br />The angelic doppleganger didn't bother rising for the bait, instead giving her counterpart a deadpan stare.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have a preferred and usually correct course of action in most instances I choose to offer my advice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah... Point being, maybe you just need to shelve it and call it a night for now. No major magical mishaps manifesting across the city, no messages from Princess Twilight... Hell, even Midnight's been pretty chill since Twilight stood up to her back at Everfree.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise an eyebrow at that.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean? I assumed she was just... Iunno, gone after Twilight managed to Pony Up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sundown gives you a pointed stare, then gestures at herself and Daydream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really, Shim? You've got us rolling around in your head and you just assume Midnight's left Twilight because she said the raven-winged knock-off of me couldn't control her?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sort of?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I admit, Sundown does have a plausible theory.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See? Even Dream agrees with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes, crossing your arms.</span><br />&quot;Okay, so say she is. Can you sense her or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunny, I can practically smell magic a mile away because of that Element you jammed on your head. Just like everyone back home has an aura and a magical signature, everyone's got a scent for the stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a drag on her cigarette, and it occurs to you that if she actually had to worry about the effects instead of just being a sorta-representation stuck with your old habits, that her smoking would actually be counterproductive to your failed attempts to sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And Midnight? I couldn't smell anything on the little nerd before the Friendship Games, but after? She's soaked in the stuff. Ponying up and getting that necklace sorta masked it, but it's still there, just a bit harder to detect. Like...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thinks a minute, playing with a loose strand of hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, teaching time. Y'know how your own body has sort of a natural scent you acclimate to because it's just there all the time?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, letting her go on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not the case with this. It's not just a scent thing; I can see auras and trails from the aftereffects as magic hangs around. Most of it dissipates after a bit, but I always end up smelling sulfur and honey all the time because Dream and I are rolling around in your head. I got used to it after a while, same when Dream and I stopped arguing as much and I could focus, but I can still smell it coming off of us.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So, what, like the magic equivalent of synesthesia?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorta? Maybe? It's hard to tell. It might just be because technically both of us are created from magic and thus it's like an energy source for us. Like Twilight's old magic capture device, except always visible...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The she-demon takes a puff, blowing the smoke away from the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Point is, Midnight smells like old parchment, and while Twilight's got this sorta lavender scent coming off of her now, I can still smell Midnight.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;So she's still there after all?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Far as I can tell. I can't sense anything beyond, y'know, she's there. Whether she's still talking to Twilight, or just hanging out plotting after Twilight told her to shove it, I couldn't tell ya.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You heave a sigh.</span><br />&quot;Right... thanks. Dream, you got anything you want to add?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I feel as if Sundown has properly covered the nature of the subject at hand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Thanks Dream. I appreciate it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was merely stating that you were improving in the act of orating.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right... Hey, Shim, since you're already kinda awake, is now a good time to mention I can smell Twilight moving?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach drops a bit.</span><br />&quot;Where?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sundown pauses, the half-smoked cigarette vanishing, before she crosses her arms, closes her eyes, and takes a deep whiff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Crap, she's moving faster than I thought. Out the window, moving pretty fast towards the inner city. Must be flying to be going that fast...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your eyes open, the mindscape forgotten as you grab the geode necklace and practically jump into your boots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few moments later, you grab your motorcycle keys, and go charging out the door of the small house you and Twilight had taken to sharing when she transferred to CHS, still in your pajamas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick the stand of the black motorcycle up as you hop on, jamming the key in and pressing your legs over the magenta flame decals you'd had painted over the body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heedless of the fact that it was well past midnight, you go hurling down the streets at full throttle, surging a good ten miles over the speed limit and trying to remember the fastest route to the city proper.</span><br />&quot;Guys, can you still sense her?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Barely, but you're catching up. Get on the highway; we'll be able to catch up without the cops busting us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You charge down a highway ramp and gun the engine, pushing up to the limit with all haste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, you hit the exit you're looking for and drive through Canterlot proper, still lit up and with moderate traffic.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;What would she be doing heading here? If Midnight's still around, wouldn't she head straight for the portal?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Got me, kiddo. She's slowing down though, so I should be able to guide ya from here...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, even if the action is rather pointless, and start riding down the streets, the cold chill of winter muffled by the growling engine between your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprisingly, Sundown doesn't even crack a joke at being atop the sturdy powerful machine, probably concentrating on the task at hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hang a right at this next light.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow her instructions, and as you coast down the next street, you're just barely able to see the raven-winged form of Midnight Sparkle gliding down from the skyline, drifting almost lazily down onto a massive crystalline-trimmed building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From what you can guess, this must be Crystal Prep Academy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly park and walk to the front of the massive gate cordoning off the school grounds from the rest of the city, somewhat glad that winter break meant doing what you were about to would be significantly easier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting a running head start, you charge up the wall and throw your hands up at the last second, managing to grip the top of the wall and pull yourself over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then lower yourself down on the opposite side until only your fingers gripped the edge again, let go, and land in a crouch, before jogging for the doorway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either due to incompetence or figuring the gate was enough security, the front door as unlocked, letting you make your way into the academy proper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was cold inside as well, no surprise, and without a jacket or the heat from your motorcycle you quickly feel the chill soaking into your bones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best to find Midnight, resolve this, and get back home before you caught a cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You search around quickly, eventually making your way up to the second floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finding your way to the roof proves much trickier, but eventually you find it, halfway across the entire building.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you climb the stairs, a knot of worry begins to form in your gut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why had Midnight come here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More importantly; what did she want?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Sunny, chill. You and Dream managed to snap Twilight out of it and calm her down before.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The she-demon's words help, just a bit, but you still hesitate at the door to the roof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You steal yourself, taking a deep breath, and slowly open the door, trying not to make a sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outside, the cold air hits you full force, causing you to clamp your jaw shut to keep your teeth from chattering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you see her, back to you and wings folded close to her body, like a cloak, with her legs dangling over the edge of the roof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair is down, messy curls and tangles cascading down her back, and to your surprise you don't see the ghostly teal glow around her eyes.</span><br />&quot;Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns, surprise obvious on her features, before recognition flashes in her eyes, and they twist up into a scowl.</span><br />&quot;It's Midnight. The least you could do is address me by my name, Sunset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She practically spits venom when she says your voice, before turning away with a huff.</span><br />&quot;Now go away. I don't intend to waste my time doing another Friendship Games song and dance with you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ignore her, walking closer, earning a minor glance back, but she doesn't do anything as you get close, eventually kneeling down beside her, putting your arms on the lip of the roof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ideas on what to say, how to broach the subject carefully flit across your thoughts, but you have no idea, and Daydream remains silent, as does Sundown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So the both of you sit there, Midnight wrapped in her wings and you occasionally rubbing your hands together to ward off the cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you decide to chance it.</span><br />&quot;Is there anything that you want to talk about, then? I can just listen, if it will help...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Midnight glances over, then sighs, extending a wing and patting the spot next to her.</span><br />&quot;...Fine. Just... don't give another 'I was like you' speech. I don't need it.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, and with a bit of effort, haul yourself up and onto the lip of the roof, scooting next to Midnight until she wrapped one of her massive raven's wings around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instantly the cold all but ceases, leaving only your face and the bottom of your boots to feel the slight chill in the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost comment on it, but resolve to let Midnight explain herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a bit, watching her chew her lip and think, but eventually she lets out a small sigh.</span><br />&quot;Twilight had a nightmare last night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink, brow furrowing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight hadn't mentioned anything about a nightmare this morning, nor had she woken you up at night either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing your expression, Midnight glances down, looking over her feet.</span><br />&quot;Not by me. I stopped after- the point is I stopped. I'd started thinking things over, and was stuck in her dreams when it happened.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The darker counterpart to your girlfriend takes a breath, fiddling with her gloved hands the same way Twilight did when she was nervous.</span><br />&quot;She was dreaming about what might have happened if you hadn't been able to stop Gloriosa. She was afraid of losing everyone... losing you, especially.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She folds her hands in her lap, continuing.</span><br />&quot;I almost stepped in and capitalized on it. All I would've had to do was convince her that I could change everything if she gave me control again. I'd be at the portal and through to a world with all the magic I could ever hope to find before anyone would know what was happening...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glances over at you, but you maintain a strong pokerface until she glances away again, refusing to hold your gaze for long.</span><br />&quot;I didn't, obviously. She's still pathetic, and I refuse to let her have any of the powers at my disposal, but she's still mine to mess with, not some stupid delusions of her own psyche...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I just... stepped in and stopped it. Made her aware she was dreaming and gave her a shoulder to cry on. I think she was just as confused as I was.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The raven-winged doppleganger chuckles, but it's a dead, deflated kind of laugh.</span><br />&quot;Big Bad Midnight Sparkle, terror of Crystal Prep and destroyer of worlds, come to scare away the nightmares and comfort her. Maybe I'm the pathetic one now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sniffs, rubbing at her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you lean forward, wrapping her in an awkward sideways hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first she tries to pull away, but after a moment's pause, stops, leaning the side of her head against yours.</span><br />&quot;I could end this world with a snap right now. Rip a hole to what I want and devour every atom of magic and know exactly how it works, until I slate this insatiable hunger in my stomach.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tense, but the phrasing of her words keep you quiet as she continues.</span><br />&quot;I could tear this place asunder, hurt everyone that ever wronged us and get revenge for the years at Crystal Prep, but... ...I'll be honest with you, Sunset Shimmer. I don't know what to do with myself. That desire, that burning need to know is still there, but...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves a hand around.</span><br />&quot;My heart's not in it. I only came here because... well, I needed to think, and Crystal Prep seemed a safer destination than bringing an entire group of friendship-obsessed teenagers down on me if I went to the portal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles, and you half-expect a 'no offense/ comment from her, but she just quiets herself and goes back to gazing over the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you just nod, shifting a bit until you've only got the one arm around her middle, snuggled up against her for warmth, and lean your head on her shoulder, and take a chance to speak.</span><br />&quot;It is peaceful out here, isn't it.&quot;<br />&quot;I suppose it is. I'm glad Twilight is a deep enough sleeper I can experience this... I was worried she would wake up and either freak out or take control and get us hurt...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, considering for a moment.</span><br />&quot;I'm going to assume you would rather I not tell her about this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doppelganger nodded.</span><br /><br />&quot;It's probably for the best Twilight doesn't know. I don't need her worrying over things I don't intend to do. Just...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glances over at you, and for a moment you see that usual scared, worried gaze you saw on the girl you'd met at the Friendship Games.</span><br />&quot;Can I... Can I keep doing this? Just... coming out here to think?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, reaching a hand up and rubbing at a tear forming around her eye.</span><br />&quot;Sure... just... maybe try to stay out of the city rooftops. I know you think the girls and I might overreact if you get near the portal, but It'll be a mess for all of us if someone thought you were a jumper or something and called the police.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That manages to get a chuckle, a real one, to which Midnight nods.</span><br />&quot;Deal.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, the two of you decide to head home, Midnight carrying you bridal-style and gliding down until you were back at your bike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you start climbing on, though, you pause, watching Midnight pant considerably, looking as if she's going to collapse.</span><br />&quot;Hey, are you okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods, gulping, before her body glows a faint teal, her attire shifting back to the pajamas Twilight was wearing when she went to sleep.</span><br />&quot;I'm running out of excess magic. I can't keep up my form like this without a source to draw off of, and if I draw off of Twilight directly it will probably wake her...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause, worried, as her horn fades, causing the part in her hair to fall back into place.</span><br />&quot;Do I need to call a cab then? Are you going to be able to maintain control at all, or-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Midnight waves a hand dismissively, wincing a bit as her wings fade into wisps of darkness and float away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without all of the changes, except the green sclera, she looks just like Twilight now, although she holds herself differently.</span><br />&quot;I can maintain control, I just won't be able to fly back... and it'll take time before I can even manifest my wings again...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in relief, patting the spot behind you on your motorcycle.</span><br />&quot;Hop on then. I'll take us home.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way back is a lot longer than before, since you weren't breaking nearly every speed limit to chase after Midnight this time around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, it gives you time to collect your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't an expert at reading people by any means, but Midnight was far too genuine, far too vulnerable from the giant ham of terror obsessed with magic at the Friendship Games.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that she seemed cautious, maybe even afraid of rousing you and the girls from thinking she was doing something was another indicator... so you assumed, for now, that you could trust her to just wander around at night...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grimace, taking the exit off the highway back to your house at the implication.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Midnight could probably handle herself, and while you were sure that, eventually, Twilight would need to know about the situation or find it out herself, the idea of letting either of them get hurt left a bit of concern rolling around in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daydream pips up as you wait at a red light, feeling Midnight shift position and wrap her arms around you a bit better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If I may; I propose simply ensuring she has Twilight's phone with her in the future, to allow direct communication if something unpleasant should arise.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, figuring you'd had enough craziness for the night, before Sundown chimes in as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, so if Midnight and Twilight are like us, and you and Twilight are dating... does this mean Midnight could be, y'know, available for one of us?.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes, leaving it on a solid 'we'll talk about it later.', and hit the throttle when the light turns green again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shortly after, you roll back into the driveway of your home, putting the kickstand down and sliding off, watching with slight amusement as Midnight rubs at her calves.</span><br />&quot;We're still not used to riding on that thing... even if the feeling of a sturdy powerful machine beneath us is... a bit more appealing than flying around all of the time.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk, chuckling.</span><br /><br />&quot;Life's a bit more interesting when you let yourself act human, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Midnight follows after as you head inside, messing with her hands again.</span><br />&quot;I suppose... perhaps the Canterlot night life will provide a bit of entertainment after all...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a yawn, finally starting to feel the exhaustion of the night working into your body.</span><br />&quot;Hey, that reminds me. I know you can probably handle yourself, but can you take Twilight's phone with you when you go out again, just in case?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doppelganger nods, climbing the stairs alongside you as the two of you go to turn in.</span><br />&quot;While probably not necessary... if it will ensure you are not as concerned about Twilight's well-being, I will oblige.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put a hand on her shoulder before she opens the bedroom door.</span><br />&quot;Hey, I'm worried about both of you, Midnight. I know you're confused about everything, and trust me, I know you're not all for the 'I was there too' talk, but... I had a similar problem a while back... in more ways than one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scans your face for a moment, but eventually nods, giving you a small smile.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, Sunset. That... means a lot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return the grin in kind, quickly hopping into bed and getting comfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then you notice, as Midnight slides in beside you, that her movements are much more cautious than Twilight's; stilted, glancing behind her on occasion, and it takes you a moment to realize why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite not being there, she was used to her wings, which begged the question of what exactly Twilight's own mindscape looked like, now that the raven-winged doppelganger had withdrawn herself further into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another yawn pushes the thought aside, and you reach over and pull the small chain danging from your bedside lamp.</span><br />&quot;Goodnight, Sunset...&quot;<br />&quot;G'night Midnight.&quot;</div></div>




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