Magic Mishaps

Black-light felt… Cold.

Not like the times where he was literally freezing his ass off, but still empty. Like all the life was sucked out of him like a depraved dementor had just let loose. He knew that his pet dementor would never hurt him under any circumstances, so he was left to think about the other possibilities.

What had happened?

He could barely remember anything after being at his computer, typing with Trondason. What happened between now and then? Maybe he fell asleep? Perhaps Timothy had something to do with this?

Yes, that seemed like the likeliest option.

Timothy, that terrible person, had always had it in for Black-light. He was always threatening, hurting, and most importantly, trolling Black-light. Yes, Timothy had been a royal pain, and thus deserved the righteous fury that Black-light had in store. All he had to do was escape this strange place.

But where was he?

Surely, he had succombed to a drug of some sort, as Timothy had always been fluent in making drugs, and he specialized in making hallucinatory drugs. Luckily, Black-light had grown a tolerance to his specialties, and countered his antics by making poisons.

Sure, these poisons weren’t specially made, and usually involved deadly plant juice as a main ingredient, but they were poisons nonetheless.  All that needed doing was to make a concoction to render Timothy in a similar state than he. Fluothane could easily work as long as he stayed still. That wouldn’t really count as a poison, but Black-light didn’t care because he could not put Timothy in a weird room and say somebody did things to him, and he’ll believe it like last time.

Anyway, this entire mental discussion has made Black-light believe that he was, in fact, unconscious instead of dead.

He looked out into the emptiness that was probably his subconscious, and saw that it was the weirdest thing ever. He knew it was bad, but not this… bad.

Seriously, it was literally an empty slowly swirling background of dark purple… something, that was just so mesmerizing. Black-light found it surprisingly unpleasant, despite (probably) being his mindscape. Something was wrong here, but what.

---Dont mind me, boys and girls! I’m just a line break!---

Black-light had been wandering around for what he had believed to be hours. Nothing made sense, and his body was not tiring. He recalled several dreams simply going away just because he had gotten too tired inside his dream, and forced himself out. This time, he was unable to get tired in the slightest, and thus was unable to wake up. Clenching his fist in anger, Black-light yelled as loud as he could in frustration. He had rarely had dreams, so this was new to him.

Black-light began walking in one direction, and he was unsure of what to do at that point. Wandering has been hell on his subconscious, but he didn’t care at this point. This erratic loneliness has been driving him insane, and his own voice was even annoying him. Things were getting weird. “WHY!?” He screamed, yet again, towards the heavens.

“Thou art in a predicament, arent thou?”

“Who?” Black-light was dumbfounded. Who would be in his mind now of all times! Well… At least he won’t have to be alone within his own mind. Maybe that womanly voice was a psychic conjuring of some sorts.

Then again, normal dreams don’t speak in old english.

“Who are you?” Black-light asked. The owner of the voice seemed to come from all directions, and he wouldn’t be pleased if God appeared in one of his dreams again. Last time got too weird. Too weird, and he was pretty sure that he didn’t want any more dream parties with God. “God, if that’s you again, I will be none too pleased.” Black-light projected.

“Ha!” the voice called out from the depths of Black-light’s mind. The strange background rippled and twisted, morphing into strange shapes, and proceeding to creep Black-light the FUCK out. “None are gods, all are mortal, and all will die eventually!” The feminine voice called out. The background began to glow, and the chaotic background became calm and tranquil. The purple swirls were replaced with a blue, cold, nighttime sky. Black-light would have preferred a nice outdoorsy, midnight, but this cold place would have to do.

A bright flash appeared behind Black-light, and he was engulfed in it, unable to even see his body. “What are you doing?” Black-light questioned. The voice was silent for a few moments, before it started… Panting? “You alright?” Black-light asked.

Seven extremely awkward moments later, the panting stopped, and the light condensed into a dark blue alicorn with black jewelry and an ethereal mane. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..” Black-light muttered. He knew who this was. The damn Princess of the Night.

Looking at his body, he noted that he was, still, a pegasus. All the memories of the last two days suddenly and angrily pounded it’s way into his skull, forcing the terrain to flash red for a moment. “Do not fear our presence, young pegasus.” she cooed gently, trying to ease Black-light’s mind. “We mean thee no harm! Thou art safe in our presence, as we shant harm thee! Fret not, subject, for thou art in the presence of royalty.”

“Princess Luna, I take it?” Black-light knew her name, but had to play the part as well as possible. Who knows, if he played his cards right… No, thats for later. “Why are you here, exactly?” He asked, a question that the princess chuckled at.

“It is our job to protect the dreams of our subjects, so here we are. Art thou not pleased to see us here?” She tilted her head to the side, a slightly hurt expression on her face. Is she… sad? Why would she be sad?

“Princess, are you alright?” Black-light asked. Princess Luna looked directly into Black-light’s eyes and stared for a moment. He could feel like she was looking into his very soul with that piercing glare, so he looked away. “Please don’t do that, Princess. That was incredibly uncomfortable.”

The princess was confused, but had work to do, and thus had to drop the subject. “We apologise. We had no intention to make thee uncomfortable, as we only came to help you wake up from this dream. Do-” Black-light interrupted the princess, irritating her slightly. Did he care in the slightest? Hell no. He heard useful information, and wanted to get to it before he forgot to.

“What was that about helping me wake up?” Black-light asked, as another painful headache came upon him. He remembered being punched by a giant cat. The pain also came to him, and he screamed out in pain as the background morphed into the scene he saw.

Luna diverted her gaze between the howling pegasus and the painful memory. She saw Black-light on a road, screaming in pain, while a manticore pounced from the brush and violently attacked him. She watched with an unreadable expression as the creature came about and slashed Black-light while he was unable to do anything. As the scene progressed, she saw him take more punishment that would kill any normal pegasus.

She became worried as the stallion kept screaming, but knew that this was normal behavior for those in similar states, and there was nothing she could do for him. “Endure, young pegasus. Endure the pain to live.”