Okay, so here is what I like to call a nostalgic extra to a long forgotten story. A what if to the what if. What if Nightmare had found Jason before he could escape on the plane?

What could he do to escape her, could he even? The choices are your's to make, let's just see if you can make the right ones.

Well, let's find out.

Begin!

What If Nightmare Had Found Him Sooner

(A Lot Sooner…)

You have no need for anypony else but me my love, never forget that.

The words bounced around in my mind like a mantra, over and over like an annoying tick. Thus as I was sitting down on the typically uncomfortable airport seat, I unconsciously found my right foot tapping against the floor, as if I was nervous. Beyond nervous.

I was.

You see my amazing plan to escape my just-a-touch-below-murderer girl(mare)friend had up until this point more or less happened pretty smoothly. I had successfully managed to figure out just when the magical tracker Nightmare had put on me twice a month would wear off. And after distracting her at just the right time via asking her to steal some junk food for a movie marathon, I had also managed to grab my already packed rucksack and had legged it in a taxi I had booked earlier that morning.

I had felt the tracker fizzle and die as I drove away to the airport I now have the pleasure of residing in. And although a part of me was horribly guilty at the thought of Moony's loving smile all but dying at my absence, a far greater part was rejoicing in actually giving the cunning alicorn the slip.

…until I actually tried to get on the plane that is.

Delayed…fuckity fuck fuck, why the hell is it FUCKING DELAYED!

If you couldn't guess by my eloquent thoughts, my beloved flight had been delayed…by four hours.

Four hours sitting in the fucking airport is bad enough for any guy, but four hours sitting in the airport after abandoning your psychotic girl(mare, fuck if I know) friend is enough to make one cry hysterically in explanation of such to the poor girl behind the counter.

Though somehow I doubt that'd go over well if I actually had so.

And so I resigned myself to twitching and, on occasion, finding the simple act of breathing an impossibility within five second intervals as I sat on the uncomfortable chair.

Why me?

Checking the large screen above me, I cursed silently at the still large gap between now and my eventual flight, looking around me as discreetly as I could in paranoia.

C-Come on Jason, it's not as if she's gonna find you. The tracker is gone, you felt it vanish. Besides even if she did come here for whatever reason, this place is fucking huge. There's gotta be thousands of people here and…I'm the only one sitting on this seat.

It took me three seconds of thought before I decided to jump the fuck up and mingle in the heavy crowds.

Okay let's just stick with one crowd after the other for now, don't stay in one for too long or you'll probably upset security. Good god these fella's are almost as paranoid as Nightmare.

I wasn't sure what was driving my sense of humour to be what it was. But really…fear can make a guy think strange things. And nothing ramped up the fear o' meter more than a can of crazy jealous/angry/murderous Nightmare Moon.

After blending in with a couple of crowds, I found myself standing outside of a remarkably empty MC Donald's. And by empty I mean empty for an airport, which was actually kinda only half empty by Maccy D's standards. But still, the fear made me hungry…and I couldn't see her anywhere…she might not have even entered the airport yet.

Hell she might not have even managed to somehow track me here. My paranoia might have been just that, paranoia.

And so…after standing/twitching in the que for eight minutes or so, I ordered a simple box of 20 chicken nuggets (Fuck you I was hungry) and sat down on the grimy seat farthest away from the entrance.

Ahh feels good to not have to worry about eating non-vegetarian shite because of Moony. I mean I'm grateful for the results of that dieting but still…a man needs his meat sometimes. Damn I miss bacon.

And so I sat there, eating chicken nuggets and twitching, my eyes darting everywhere, wincing at every noise I heard.

Some of the other people were looking at me strangely…but fuck em, they didn't have an irrational, overbearing, over possessive, fucking scarily intelligent alicorn after them.

Fuck, she knows about airports and aeroplanes. I explained what they were and did after one flew over our house. Shit…shit, shit, shit!

Breathing slowly and deeply so as to allay yet another reason to be paranoid, I pretty much forced myself to swallow the last nugget and, as normally as I could, walked stiffly out of the overpriced restaurant.

Blending in with the crowds once more, I soon found myself back where I'd originally sat…and thus sat down again, happily noting quite a few more people beside me this time. And so after putting my rucksack in-between my legs, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting myself relax and slip away for just a few minutes, the world blurring, noise fading away…

But with a willpower unknown to most people, I shook off the urge to succumb completely and opened my eyes again.

…and then suddenly forgot how to breathe.

She was there. Flying above the crowds with an expression of desperation, of fury, of despair and murderous intent.

I knew, I knew that any move, any sudden move whatsoever and it was game over. And yet I had to move, if I didn't…if I stayed where I was, as I was then I was royally fucked.

Literally.

So the question here was…what was I to do?

Put a cap on and stay as motionless as possible?

Bite the bullet and risk moving away from her?

What was I supposed to do?

Author's Note

Well, that's a question for you if ever I'd done one before.

What should he do, tell me below and I'll crack on with it right away!

Stay snuggly