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Well, well, well. What do we have here? You already have the little moon princess, so whatever could you possibly want with little old me?

[a chuckle] Unless, of course, you are as tired as I am of the incessant whining about the goodness of friendship and how much her - my sister loves me.

[outright laughter now] Oh, that's positively hilarious. We should work together, you and I. After all, we could both use a good laugh now and then. Just let me out to play once in a while, mm?

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...Nightmare Moon?

Trixie thought you were already defeated.

Looks like you thought wrong, my little pony. [that endearment holds just about anything but affection]

Is it really that easy to simply wipe away all shreds of bitterness, Trixie?

Trixie supposes it isn't. Very well. It may be entirely way too early, but since you're here...

[Trixie floats some candy and places it in front of Nightmare Moon. She then nods, pleased with herself.]

[she stares.

...

...

...]

Don't tell me you actually believe that I can be placated by mere sweets.

Oh. Yeah. That's right. Drat. Trixie's not in a costume.

...Uh, Trixie demands you to wait whilst she puts one on.

[She starts running off to find a costume. Hopefully one as good as this pony's costume.]

[oh for the love of.

Blue magic drags the unicorn back, depositing Trixie neatly in front of her.

She leans down, smiling.] Truth be told, I have little interest in eating foals. Too much crying.

[that smile widens a bit] However, I might make an exception for any pony foalish enough to believe that all I am doing is playing dress-up.

Ah! Unhand Trixie!

[She's then softly ploped in front of NMM. That last comment sent up red flags in her mind.]

Okay, okay, Trixie deems that it's okay for you to stop with your game of pretend. She wonders who you are really.

I assume you're the type to play with fire instead of playing with dolls?

I am Nightmare Moon. You named me from the start, but refused to believe? One wonders how placid and stupid ponies have become under the rule of my beloved sister, when a little filly like you can't even imagine the danger you're in.

Fire, lightning, night and day cycles. It's all the same thing, really.

Danger? Ha! Trixie's bested the most dangerous of beasts! She's felled armies of manticore, beaten hoards of dragons, and even taken down the Dreaded Ursa Major!

...But really, you can take your costume off now.

Save for the results each one can get. Shining sunlight in one's eyes won't get inflict the same burning pain as igniting their bed while they lay in it.

[a low chuckle]

Manticores, dragons, and bears. Oh my.

[insert slasher grin here] I can smell the lie on you, little one.

Leave the sun up long enough, and everything burns. [and leave them begging for the night to come back]

Such is the case for skin cancer. Ironically, too little or too much sun is bad for most beings; biology lives off the misery of others.

[Trixie's getting creeped out now.]

No. Really. Trixie would like to assure you it isn't Nightmare Night yet.

Nightmare Moon? Again? B-but how?

[Twilight, this is an interdimensional nexus, of course you'll meet another Nightmare Moon.]

[the hell.]

Of course it is. Moderation in all things, harmony and balance above all. [her voice is dripping in sarcasm]

Twilight Sparkle! My beloved sister's prized pupil. How wonderful it is to see you again.

[smile]

(Kreutzer's mun would like to apologize for any and every weird/creepy thing she does and says...ahead of time.)

Not too big a fan, I see. Is that to say you have more of a "one way or the other" kind of mentality?

Once I have my way, it will be Nightmare Night all the time. It would be plenty of fun, don't you agree?

When you put it that way, I can say with certainly that I'm a fan of imposing "my way" on the world.

[Craaaaap.]

...You're really Nightmare Moon then...

...I think I heard Star Swirl the Bearded want to give me a... tomato. To eat. I really need to be going now...

You don't think that.

[The sarcasm was oozing out of your statement so hard the floor is stained. Time to break out the Pledge.]

[have a bout of maniacal laughter]

Run away then. I would promise to catch up to you sooner or later, but you're not very important, are you?

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