I opened my eyes, Rapture was before me once again. Though it was... different from what I remembered. Clean, well-kept. People were walking about, they looked like something I hadn't seen in a long time on a human face, happy. One of them bumped into me, with a shy giggle she apologized and went back to walking with her group of friends.

I suddenly realized I wasn't in my suit, and how naked I felt. I looked down to see myself in workers over-alls, I couldn't recall having these. A sharp, loud screech pierced my ears, ducking to the ground I saw that no-one else had reacted to it. Through the glass walls of the tunnels Big Sisters started hitting them with their needles, poking into them, returning Rapture to its decrepit state, behind them Big Daddies fought endlessly with other Big Sisters, they were clearly not winning.

I felt helpless.

"Your world is so... frightening." My head instinctively swiveled left at dangerous speeds. Luna was laying down on the ground, her head slightly below mine in my crouched figure. "What are those thinner creatures, the ones that move so much more quickly?"

"I...they're... Big Sisters." The words jumbled out. It had been some time since my last verbal conversation. My tongue felt clumsy, unused in a sense.

"Big Sisters? Does everything start with size in your world?" Her head tilted to the right slightly, like that of a puppy that didn't understand something. "Big Daddies, that's what you are one of, now Big Sisters, and Little Sisters."

"No, they're just sort of... applicable names. Something that came off the tongue easy."

Luna nodded her head, and continued to watch the chaos that was unfolding before us. The people around us slowly started to decay, or worse yet, become splicers. Their forms melting, bulging, taking inhuman shapes that we never should have tampered with. The ones that were decaying eventually stopped moving, just fell to the ground, still looking so happy. Like Rapture was the best choice that they had ever made.

The splicers began individualize, specialize if you will. The spider-splicers got their signature hooks, lead-heads started pulling out guns and getting twitchy. Houdini splicers appeared in one area, poofed in another, then weren't seen again. What was happening felt like it was taking an eternity, yet all the while Luna remained calm, observant. In an attempt to ensure she wouldn't be scared, I pretended I wasn't either.

When Rapture was in a state I remembered, I looked down. As I had suspected I changed along with it. The only thing that had stayed the same throughout this hellish NightMare was Luna. I got up from my position, taller than I was before. I groaned, the familiar whale like sounded met me and reverberated throughout my immediate area. A spider-splicer, mad from Adam dropped from the ceiling. None of my weapons were on me.

A familiar rage greeted me. No plasmids would be needed for this. The splicer ran at me, throwing its hooks ahead in an attempt to disorient me. I blocked one with my fore-arm and caught the other with my right hand. The splicer reached me and tried to use another hook to slash at me, when the arm was midway through its slash I grabbed it with my left hand brought the hook from my right hand directly into the shoulder of the splicer. It screamed out, then began laughing and thrashing violently.

With my newly free right hand I tried grabbing at its legs, but it was dancing around too much, even in the grip of my left hand. Stronger than they looked, no fat, all muscle. I did what it wasn't expecting and let go if it and abruptly lowered my head and rammed my helmet into its abdomen. This effectively knocked the air out of its lungs, but it was quick on the recover. Getting right back up it ripped the hook out of its shoulder and threw it at me with a speed previously unseen in them. Before I could react the hook had created a large crack in the glass of my helmet. The red in my vision grew denser.

It was my turn to charge, I grabbed the splicer by the head as I ran by it. My momentum increased more and more with each step, the splicer helpless in my unrelenting grip began screaming and thrashing, as they are want to do. My grip tightened even more, I could feel its skull beginning to curve and creak with the force. We were nearing what I needed, namely: A big ass wall.

All my strength was used in pushing the splicers head as forcefully as I could against the wall, this combined with the momentum of my running resulted in a rather disgusting shower of grey matter and other such head materials.

Luna yelled, I relaxed, and Rapture began to flood in overwhelmingly large amounts. It felt like an appropriate time to wake up.

Luna exited the dream of Delta with a startled yell and a still scramble out of fear, which due to, she fell onto her underbelly quite clumsily. Celestia, viewing this was afraid for her sister, what horrors had she seen? She also felt a twinge of guilt at how hilariously she fell. "Tia... his... its mind is plagued with horrific monstrosities." Luna was trembling. "I have seen things... the darkest, deepest fears of so many ponies, and when I encountered its... beasts, it didn't flinch, if anything it got more confident."

Celestia had a blank look, one she had been practicing for quite some time now. She had to in order to keep the civilians calm during crises, otherwise they would notice that the person who was supposed to be leading them, the one with the planning and forethought, was just as crazed and helpless as they were.

"Tia... are you all right? You look as though you have eaten too much cheese." Too much cheese? Why, what on earth could she...OH... Her blank look could use some work it appeared. "So, horrors, abominations don't make it feel fear? But confidence?"

Luna shook her head. "Not confidence... more akin to seething rage. A raw, mighty force. We might look into enrolling it into teaching the guards how to do this." Celestia was surprised. Luna was rather adamant that she be the one to teach her night guards how to fight, and where to hit. She always was rather attached to the olden ways of ruling and leading, even going so far as to take on studying the old ways of speaking, though as of right now it wasn't affecting her too much.

"Well, what exactly did you have in mind for it to teach them?..."

Delta opened his eyes and sat up. He donned his suit and left the room that he had been provided instead of the cell. While the bed was more comfortable it was entirely too small. He would have to look into some things being custom made for himself. Delta looked out the slit that the ponies called a window and saw large fields of grass, lush trees and young ponies running around having fun. He grumbled, put the sun shades down and started writing out plans for a new bed and furniture.

Several hours, along with some slight guesstimation on his height and width, he had a few plans for furniture to be made. They weren't elegant by any means what-so-ever, but they would certainly be more comfortable than what they currently had for him. He would go and see who could help him with resources and building it later. For right now though, he needed some breakfast. He wondered if any of these ponies would provide meat. He knew that they're herbivores, but surely there must be some place with meat.

He opened the door to be greeted by the face of an unrecognized guard. They looked as though this was the most boring thing that had ever happened in their life, their gaze was diverted from straight forward to the face-plate of Delta. With a sigh the guard said in what could only be described as the most bored tone to ever reach the ears of man, or pony kind. "Princes Celestia asks you to please stay in your room, as you might cause general panic and chaos or something. If you want anything I guuuess I could go get it for you." These ponies are very different from what Delta was used to.

Would he offend their customs if he didn't stay in his room? The pony did say that the princess only asked him to... With an idea, he got his paper and pen. +Could you get me Starswirl?+

"Uuugh, fiiiine." The pony trotted off in as seemingly a slow pace as physically possible for a pony to go. This slightly aggravated Delta, he had a lot of questions to ask. To wait he decided to look over his designs the furniture and bed. What kind of materials would be best to make them out of? Would the ponies have the correct resources to even make things that would last for him? He was a tad bit bigger and heavier than them, and there was all ready a noticeable dip in the bed.

While peering over the notes he almost missed a knock on the door, he walked to it and was surprised to see Luna, slightly upset too, he was hoping for Starswirl. "May I come in?" Delta nodded. She trotted in and looked about the room, taking in all that they had given him. 'Rather bare.' she thought to herself.

+How can I help you?+ He held up the piece of paper to her

"We have a proposition for you."

+What kind of proposition?+.

"One based off of a certain set of skills that you possess. Namely, your combat based skills. We would like for you to assist in training my night guard." She wore a plainly begging smile, and was batting her eyelashes entirely too frequently. She really wanted this to happen.

+One condition.+

She breathed a sigh of relief. "What's that?"

+I want to know all about your culture. Everything. Luna smiled, she was quite the historian, and apparently so was Delta, finally she would get to share her knowledge of all that was pony history! She began to explain to him the Pre-Discord era, it was much the same as it currently was, mostly peace, an odd occurrence now and then, but with magic in the world that was of course bound to happen. Things were at peace, but harmony would always have some form of enemy, and so came Discord. He brought the world into what seemed like eternal chaos. Then, the elements of harmony just... well, they came into the right hands..." She continued on with the many horrid events of the that they god of chaos did, he questioned what he should now of their customs, along with other nations, in short: he learned how not to piss ponies off.

The lazy guard shoved the door open non-chalantly, and inside went Starswirl. "...That one has quite the way of making an entrance, don't you think Mr. Delta?" Delta nodded and Starswirl looked back at the now swiftly closing door, which slammed shut.

"He acts as though you told him to go get phoenix tears and use them on an angry Manticore..."

Author's Note

I would like to apologize. I feel absolutely dreadful about taking so long to finally update the story, but writers block, general laziness and a myriad of other things have made it rather difficult to write. To those of you that still care about the story, I am so, so sorry. It will be continuing. I made a promise that I wouldn't abruptly end this story, and I am a man of my word. The writing must go forth!