Searching for Answers

Alright, time to get to work. Now that I have attained the body of guard member, I need to explain the disappearance of the prisoner. That could be tricky, but if I do this right the resulting panic might prove to be just the distraction I need. I will need to come up with a way to get them to think of her as their top priority. But before I do that, I need to test something. Now that the changeling's body is no longer necessary, I attach what passes for her arteries to the pony's veins. After making sure that injecting him with changeling blood won't kill him, I do the same to myself, and I slowly start feeling a sense of relief wash through my body.

Only one knows how to make the potion my ass!

Only a fool would just trust anyone unconditionally, especially a demon. It seems Nightmare was of the same mind-set. She was likely hoping I would believe her, then she would be able to control me through being the only one holding the key to my survival. But it seems the potion was unnecessary, I haven't felt this good since I got summoned! Hell, I don't think I have ever felt this good! I CAN DO THIS! I ran out of the dungeon, ready to put on the performance of a life-time! On the way out though, I was intercepted by a strange bat-pony-thing in armor, I have heard them be referred to as the "Night Guards" while I was on the street. This works too.

"Whoa! Hey Gold, what's the rush?" He said, understandably surprised.

Now for my panicked response, "Th-the prisoner! She just-She just disappeared!"

It seems to be my turn to be surprised, because, instead of any of the possible responses I predicted, he just deadpanned.

"Wait. Let me guess. She smiled, waved, then vanished in a sudden poof of confetti and streamers."

I have no idea where he is going with this, better to just play along.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

As an answer, he pressed a hoof against his face before groaning, "Oh sweet Luna, not again. I suggest you stay wary of any strange pastries you find."

"Strange... pastries?"

"Yes, pastries. But just to be sure, I suggest you just be extra careful in general."

"Why? What's going on?"

"I'm surprised you don't know. I am referring to the dreaded S.S.-"

A look of horror overcomes my face. This world is not as it seems! They have cake loving Nazis!

"-P.W. We had to double the cleaning crew after the first battle. I had never seen so much yogurt in one place before, and they made all of Canterlot a battleground for their ridiculous antics."

Those Nazi bastards! Wasting perfectly good yogurt for their foolish notions of cake supremacy! Everyone knows pie is superior in every way! I must teach those-wait... OH GOD DAMN IT! I wanted wild, mindless, panic, not "mildly annoyed and slightly paranoid"! I need some way of making them worried about the escaped prisoner! The Night Guard seems to be giving me a funny look. Shit! How long have I been standing here thinking to myself this time!?

"Hey Golden, are you alright? This isn't something to get worried about. Ponies like them just go away if we ignore them."

Yeah, they thought that when they tried appeasing Hitler, and look how well that worked! No, stop getting distracted! I need a new plan of action... I have an idea~! First, lets get him talking. I forgot to ask this body's name before taking over, and I will not make that mistake again!

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, what was your name again, and why are you down here?"

He started glaring at me after my first question.

"Really!? You still can't remember it!? Night Wing! My name is Night Wing! As for why I am here, I was sent to get you! These dungeons rarely get any use anyway, and with the possible threat to the captain's fiance he wants all of the Day Guard at the ready."

"Just the Day Guard? What about you?"

"Princess Luna says she found something, and she wants all of us there to help her hunt it. She is even bringing the new guy along, so, what ever this is, it must be serious."

New guy? What could be so important about some new recruit? I have no idea, but asking would just be stupid. It is likely I already sound retarded to him, so I would be better off not making him suspicious. I need to catch him off guard for this to work.

"Thanks. I'll go-" As I speak, I fall over in a violent coughing fit. Come on, take the bait.

He rushes to my side with a worried look.

"Are you alright!? What's-OH SWEET LU-"

Well, I could only handle so much crazy before needing a break, but for now the Narrator is back! Now, it is time for us to get an semi-omniscient view of the situation.

As poor Nightwing attempted to help his comrade, "Gold's" mouth opened wide. Out of the gaping maw flew a monster the like of which he had never seen before. It's formerly dark shell now pale due to the lack of blood. It had several rows of wickedly curved teeth, like the blades of a scythe, and it had green slit eyes that were somewhat similar to his own, though unlike its former brethren (and the fact that Nightwing wouldn't understand the importance of this anyway) it lacked a horn. His panicked shout was cut off as his throat was blocked by the very creature that startled him, as it... shoved its head in his mouth?

"MMPH! MRAPHAMARAMOWF!"

With his shouts muffled by the monster, they served little purpose except for giving Melvin a headache. So like any intelligent creature, he started punching the thing forcing its way into him as hard as he could, successfully cracking the shell in some places.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Quit hitting me! AND WOULD YOU STOP SCREAMING!"

Greatly annoyed, yet not deterred, Melvin proceeded to push his way into the struggling guard. The guard on the other hand, made absolutely sure to do everything he could to be an inconvenience, including: punching, thrashing, trying to pull him out, and finally settling on shouting insults as loud as he can to give Melvin a migraine.

"MUR MOFFA WERS AH HAMPFA!"

"What did you say about my mother!? Just for that, I am going to eat your spleen!"

It continued like this for a some time. Melvin trying to take his body for his own, and Nightwing doing his best to avoid said fate, while simultaneously making sure the process is as painful and annoying as possible for Melvin. Eventually, Melvin managed to get full control over the body. After accomplishing this, he promptly twisted the face into a disgusted grimace.

"I have been lied to. Spleens are not delicious."

With that business finished, he turned to the body he had just left. He slowly walked towards it with a manic grin.

"Time to make a mess!"

After the dungeon was suitably covered in blood and severed giblets, he finally left the dungeon.

A hunting party! This is perfect! This will give me the opportunity I need! Soon, I will be close enough to Luna to take what I want!

Farther and farther he marched through the castle, until he came to a sudden realization.

"I have no idea where I am."

Having never gotten a proper lay-out of the castle and lacking a map of any sort, he found himself unmistakably lost. So he wandered aimlessly in hopes of finding his destination, thinking that asking for directions would cause suspicions in whoever he asked. He sure is paranoid. As he continued to walk without any sort of-oh no...

"There are so many..."

Oh, not again! *Sigh* Having the attention span of a fly, he lost all train of thought when he stumbled upon-

"BOOKS!"

-the library... He gazed in wonder at the plethora of knowledge in front of him, like a child during Christmas seeing the presents under the tree. His silent revelry was cut short when he heard the voice of the librarian.

"Night? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Princess Luna right now?"

Oh thank whatever gods roam this world. Maybe now we can get on with the story-why is he looking at him like that? Instead of being reminded of his current goal, he just started glaring intently at the old grey unicorn.

"Uh... Night?"

Like a starting shot just went off, he rushed the poor geezer. With a quick tackle he... Oh god! I need a-HRK-no. No, I'll be fine... No I won't-*BLARGLEFLARG!* Ugh, that was disgusting! Well, now wearing his new unicorn suit, he seemed confident that no one would bother him while he reads. With everyone preparing for the upcoming wedding, there seemed to be nothing that could get between him and his precious books.

I need to go... take a breather.