---~~~---Luna's dream PoV---~~~---

The Beast in front of us lifted itself from the ground, it's drill floating next to it, hearing the trees around us getting ripped from the earth, my sister made the decision to teleport us out of the center of the clearing. Appearing thirty yards away, we watched as the trees were smashed into the ground where we were mere moments ago.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned to my sister just before the trees exploded from their position, pinning us to the trees outside of where the monster ripped the aboral missiles from. Looking through the branches, I watched as it turned around and pulled the other, smaller monster from a tree. After picking up it's drills and putting one on, as well as picking the other syringes from the ground and putting them in a strange, slightly see through bag, the little one grabbed the bigger one's hand and dragged it off away from us.

Using my magic to remove myself from the tree, I made my way over to continue our battle when my sister stopped me. Looking into my eyes, she told me, "Perhaps we should use this time to observe the creature, we may find it's weakness that'll give us the advantage the next time we face it."

Nodding my head at her wisdom, I used my magic to heal the damage to my mouth before I replied, "Thou makes a good reason, though we still wish to stop the foul beast before it harms more of our little ponies."

With that, we took to the sky to observe the beast outside of combat, it seemed to follow the little one's instructions without hesitation. After a few hours it came upon a cart with a dead earth pony, still attached to his harness.

"We've found an angel daddy!" The little one yelled, her voice sounding like there were two speakers. It sent chills down my spine.

We watched with rapt attention as it stood over the little one, turning every which way, it saw us but other than looking back in our direction several times, it made no move to attack.

The little one through, she started singing while she was stabbing her strange syringe into the pony's body. We watched, unable to turn away from the sight.

~"Mister Bubbles, Mister Bubbles.~

~Are you there? Are you there?~

~Come and give me lollies,~

~Come and bring me toffees.~

~Teddy bears, teddy bears."~

As we were watching her drink from the bottle on the syringe, barely holding down our lunches, an arrow flew from the bush on the opposite side of the road and barely missed the little one's cheek.

"Ahhhhh! Daddy!" With a great roar, the beast charged towards the bushes as the little one crawled under the cart. We watched as a griffin attempted to flee only to be brought down by the drill on its right arm flying towards him and impacting the poor griffin's wing.

"Don't let them get me daddy!" The little monster screamed as the beast marched towards the downed griffin, lifting the tom into the air with it's left arm, the beast mercilessly punched it's drill into the tom's stomach. We heard, over the griffin screaming in pain and the drill's roar, the little one yelling in her distorted voice, "Daddy's mad and now you'll be sorry!"

A few more griffins stepped out of the bushes and rushed towards the cart, the little monster noticing them and screaming in fear, "Make the baddies go away daddy, make the baddies go away!"

Throwing the dead griffin at his fellows, we watched as it roared before running over and attacking the offending griffins. Even though I felt bad for them, it was obvious that they setted this trap up in an attempt to earn the bounty I placed on the two monster's heads. We watched as it tore into the griffins and ripped the one closest to the cart in half before turning around, stomp the ground in challenge and release a mighty roar.

"Rrrrrrrr!"

---~~~---Luna's PoV---~~~---

"Rrrrrrrr"

Shaking her head, Princess Luna looked at the sight of three bipeds sitting on her cushions, arranged around her desk, and drinking her Zebrica red tea. To say she was mad would be akin to saying the moon is rather far away.

The small one, Feast she reminded herself, shook her head before asking the newest addition to Luna's 'banish on sight' list, "Is that okay?" Luna's brain took a quick vacation at her voice, it wasn't the distorted voice of the monster in her dream, it was the voice of a young filly. 'So I wasn't imagining it,' she thought.

Nodding his, she assumed by the masculine voice, head, the suit wearing, green skinned biped replied, “Well, it was sufficiently corny enough for a Saturday morning special, if that’s what you mean, then yeah, sure.”

Thoughts of pain and revenge flowed through her mind while she watched them, they dared to invade the Lunar Princess's bedroom, break her stuff, drink her tea and knock her out.

"Lord Reference, in case you haven't noticed, but this is a Saturday morning special, specifically on how some words are just bad." After she said that, Feast, as her sister named her, picked up her doll and whisper something to it before she threw it, followed by a hole forming of nothing swallowing it.

Luna's brain tried to take another vacation at the sight but quickly found something else to keep it busy. While watching them, Luna looked out of the window at the moon, which was immediately replaced by the sun, then returned. Her mind was so wrapped up in the implications, she barely caught the end of what Feast was saying.

"...the hospital, I need to get some blood packs so I don't have to... You know." Blood packs? Hospital! They were going to attack the hospital! With her mind cleared of its previous confusion, Luna found herself getting angry again. Really angry.

“Well, you two get to use me and abuse me for however long I’m here….. well, actually Luna summoned me didn’t she?” Turning back to face her, Luna gave them the meanest face she had in her arsenal.

The newcomer, who had tea stains around his mouth area from not removing his mask, turned back to the other two, cleared his throat, and calmly said, “We should probably run.”

"Hey Luna, look down at your guards." Feast called out as she stood up, before being grabbed by Beast. Quickly looking down, Luna found she couldn't remove her eyes from the sight in front of her. Corporal Clear Night and Sergeant Stormy Skies tied in a disturbing, but not uncomfortable looking position of give and take, sixty-nine straight out of Ponysutra. After mere seconds to another but feeling like minutes to her, Luna lifted her gaze and unleashed the full might of the Royal Canterlot Voice.

"WHAT HAST THOU DONE TO OUR GUARDS!?"

Luna watched as the newcomer flung himself out of her window. “Okay, thisishappeningnow!” He screamed out as he plummeted out of sight.

After that, Beast ran through the wall as well as the most windowless part of the window. As he did, Feast looked back and smiled at the you-are-going-to-die-regretting-this glare that Luna was giving them.

Looking back at her guards, Luna dropped her angry expression at the sight of Corporal Clear Night staring at her with pleading eyes. Feeling a little of herself come back, Luna grinned before untying her mane and tail from her bed frame and stepping over them. "Okay, this is definitely stretching Tia's Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy. I'll give you two a few more seconds like that while I go find out where they're head-"

Smash!

She almost finished before a familiar, and annoying, statute flew in through her destroyed window and impacted her face. Rendering her unconscious yet again.

While she was drifting into unconsciousness, Corporal Clear Night, the unfortunate guard on the bottom, moaned before his friend mumbled, "Right there, perfect." Which resulted in Clear Night screaming.

A few hours later, Luna stood in the entrance hall of the Canterlot Royal School of Medicine and looked down at the stallion in front of her. "Three creatures, obviously up to no good, knocked on the door, you let them in, help them steal several pints of blood, and then you didn't bother telling the guards outside what happened despite hearing the commotion outside. I don't know if you are either helping them or are really thick, do you know which way I'm leaning?"

Looking up at the intimidating princess in front of him, Scruffy grunted before replying, "The little 'un had a condition and needed help. Besides, the big 'un would've just torn the place apart if I didn't help 'em. I helped them because they came here for help, a place to learn the intra-kit-cees of the pony body and heal the sick." The janitor replied without any emotion. The angry princess in front of him took a few deep breaths before she replied.

"While what you did could be ignored because of them threatening you, your lack of remorse leaves me wondering."

"They didn't threaten me, she merely said that the big 'un would tear the place apart looking for the blood, I decided that helping them would keep this place clean. If I didn't help them, they would've made a mess that I would have to clean up later." Scruffy said as the door opened.

"Excuse me, are you still looking for a janitor's assistant?" A pegasus mare said as she walked in, "Oh, princess Luna, it's a pleasure to meet you" she said as she bowed.

"Yep, what's your name, miss?" Scruffy asked the mare.

"Clean Sweep." Luna paused as she heard the mare's name.

"Don't you work for our insufferable nephew Blueblood?"

"Not anymore, it just became too much." She replied with a small smile.

"Well then, I hope you get the job miss Sweep." Luna thanked Scruffy for his time and walked outside to look up at the night sky, day sky, night sky. "Tia, whatever is going on is starting to test my patience, so for your sake if not my own, than your student better stop him."

As soon as she finished, she smiled before looking up at the moon,.. Which was immediately replaced by a pink cloud. "Buck," was the last thing she said before being covered in chocolate rain.

---~~~---Theresa's PoV---~~~---

After our escape from the courtyard, we had to be careful. It seems like the guards were now aware of us, hopefully Lumen kept some of them busy. We were just a few blocks from the railway station when a squad of familiar guards ran by. Naturally, we hid in an alley and waited them out.

After we were sure we were safe, we continued to the Canterlot station, though we did stop when we heard something annoying.

"No no no! The mane care products go on the right, and the tail care products go on the left. Honestly, even a commoner like you can figure this out." A annoying voice came from a window above us. Looking up, I smiled before turning to my uncle.

"Prince Blueblood of Equestria, you wanna zap him?" I asked.

"*Nah, I think the africanized honey bees could use some exercise.*" Lifting both of his arms, I watch my uncle charge up his plasmids before releasing a swarm of angry killer bees that headed straight for the window. Seconds after they entered, we heard screams which were followed by a pegasus mare jumping out of the window.

Upon looking down, she gasped. Admittedly, the sight of a big daddy rolling around laughing and a little sister on her knees giggling would be shocking. After a moment, she flew down and joining in on the laughter before the swarm returned to Mister Cee's arms.

"Clean Sweep! Get the lotion!" Looking up, I burst out laughing at the bee sting covered white unicorn staring down at the three of us.

"Whats red, white, blue and plays with lotion? Prince Blueblood after a night of denial!" Clean Sweep called up to the fuming prince, which made him slam the window shut as we all started laughing again. After a moment, she calmed down enough to yell, "I quit!"

A few minutes later, we said goodbye and walked away. We paused halfway down the block for a moment to observe a strange meteor shower. Watching the strange sight for a moment and just enjoying our freedom, we almost didn't notice the stuff that fell, literally, on our heads.

"What the? Ow!" I got hit in the face with some strange golden thing and Mister Cee got hit with some other junk, earning a small amount of annoyed groans.

"*You okay?*" He asked, nodding my head, I looked around for the shiny, golden thing and found nothing that said, 'I hit you in the face'. Shrugging it off, I looked over and watched my uncle look through the stuff. One of the things was a small ball, orb feels better through, silver and translucent with a weird mask-like image in it. The other was a square-ish plus sign game boy looking thing with a small screen and three buttons on it and a small antenna coming out of the upper left un-corner.

"*More tokens? You think this one'll be sane?*" Shaking his helmet, and probably head, he continued, "*One, we meet the daughter of discord minutes after we were freed, two, we met... Whatever Reference is, why do I get the feeling that we're going to run into a Sweet Tooth soon.*"

Holding back a smile at the thought, I looked over the Orb, "Did it say anything?" I asked, wondering where the little speech went as I watch him try to pick it up.

"*Nada. If I wasn't just informed of this I might've had some thoughts, but I feel like a newb, that's-*" I interrupted him after a few failed attempts at picking it up.

"I know which N00B you were talking about, but the questions are, 'how does this work?' and, 'why doesn't this thing move?'" I asked.

"*Dunno. Leave it, we can figure this out when we’re in the clear. Besides, if we can't pick it up, what hope does the princesses have?*"

I shift my hypo needle to my left hand and look over the orb before picking up the game boy looking thing. Adding the copyright infringement to my blood bag, we looked around for the golden token, after five minutes of searching, we blew it off.

Looking at the collection of trains, I had to reel in my inner eight year old. Three trains and all of them were as girly and sweet as the Friendship express. I started walking towards the Harmonic Special, which resembled a musical on rails. An organ pipe for a whistle, the trim was a bunch of musical notes, which I lack the name of, the walls were painted to resemble sheet music with some grand operatic looking stuff written on it.

"*One of these days, my mind is going to retire to a grey, immemorial world and try to forget everything that has ever happened here. Unsuccessfully, I might add.*"

Looking back, I watch as he face palmed, port face, port palm? Something. Recollecting himself, he walked over to the front and looked around the engine. Walking over, I looked inside and groaned.

"Of course, anything involving trains and you're lost, but find a plane and you're at home, huh?" Watching him nod, I continued, "So, where do we find the manual?"

Looking around, he picked me up, placed me in the cabin with the bag-o-blood and walked off. Setting my hypo needle down, I waited and a few moments later he returned with a struggling earth pony in his arms, one gloved hand clamped over the pony's mouth. Dropping the pony, I walked over and looked him over, blue coat, red mane and a set of rails for a cutie mark and dressed as a conductor. Poking him a few times, he opened his eyes and stared.

"Okay, you’ve got two choices, one, you can show us how to work this thing," I said as I jerked a thumb at the engine behind me, "or you can watch my uncle try his best and likely blow it up. What do you want to do?" I asked.

Looking behind me, the stallion gasps, "That's an untested, experimental design, and it’s supposed to be tested tomorrow. It's my baby. Please, take any other engine, just don't take this one." Looking at him, I try to think of a response when my uncle groans something and I translated for him.

"What makes this one so special?" I asked. Looking at me, he pointed at it and started rattling off tech specs. Though he lost me a few times, I manage to catch something I did recognize.

"-and it runs on a new liquid fuel the minotaurs have developed, called diesel, and I was the first to bring its potential to the-" Clamping a huge hand on his mouth, Mister Cee looked at me.

"*Diesel. Your dad's truck was diesel. He named your first dog Diesel. You thinking what I'm thinking?*" He asked. Smiling, I nodded before turning back to the pony.
"Diesel is a good choice for fuel, I'm sure you know that, now," Clapping my hands together, I looked back at the train, "I'm sure that someday, the world over will be using your designs, but for today, today we're going for a test-ride, and you're coming with us." After I said that, the pony mumbled something that didn't make it past Mister Cee's gloves. Continuing, "If you don't want to be the first to drive this bad boy, than fine. Just don't blame us if it blows up." Turning away, I start playing with levers and buttons, adding, “If nothing else, it’ll make a very nice… boom.”

"Okay, as long as he doesn't break anything, than I'll drive it for you." Dropping him, I watch as my uncle goes through the motions for a Pinkie Promise before climbing in and sitting down in a corner. Looking back at the stallion, I asked him for his name.

"Enge N, not engine, Enge N." Nodding, I watch him climb in and start pulling levers and flipping switches, after a moment the train lurched forward and started moving. "You’re lucky the bosses wanted her tested immediately, otherwise she'd have no fuel and the tracks would be set to another position." He said after a moment. Leaning back, I decided to take a nap.

---~~~---Mister Cee---~~~---

After we got off of Mount Canter, I watch Enge N run the train, mumbling about fuel lines and oil pressure for a while before he turned to me and asked, "What did she mean?"

Looking over and deciding against waking her, I mimed out writing something and to my surprise, he understood. Giving me a pencil and a notebook, I nodded before I started writing.

*I assume you mean the part about diesel and worldwide, right?* Showing him the note, he nodded before I continued writing, not an easy task with my bulky plasmid gloves, *Imagine a world, full of creatures like us, and none of them have magic. So, they started building, trains like this that can go five times as fast, ones that can tow more cars than three of these and with twice the weight, ships that can survive the angriest seas and planes that can fly faster than the fastest pegasus for hours without tiring, or even landing for fuel because of another plane giving the first plane fuel in flight. All of this without magic, hell, possibly because of not having magic, is possible. Most of them using a much more refined version of diesel.* Handing the note book back to him, I watched as he dropped his jaw and left it there.

"So, I didn't invent this." He asked, waving a hoof behind him at the engine. "Somepony, no, someone did all of this first?" Gesturing for the notebook, I wrote a reply.

*No, you are the first pony to invent the diesel engine, and yes/no. Yes, someone in a different universe did it first, but someone always come first. Here and now, you're the one who made this, my world, more than likely, wasn't the first world to make diesel a fuel source.*

Handing it back to him and waiting for a sad, 'woe is me' speech, I was surprised that instead of being crushed like I thought, he nodded and looked back at me with a determined expression and asked, "What else can you tell me?"

---~~~--- A few hours later---~~~---

*Whereas diesel engines are built tougher and run on a rougher fuel source, making them better for freight trains because of their reliability and sheer strength that you'd lose by refining the fuel and building lighter engines, especially when you're talking about moving freight.*

"True, when I was designing Harmonic here, I wanted her to be tougher than shoe nails."

*Shoe nails?* Nodding his head, he replied,

"Well, nopony likes it when their shoe gets thrown, so shoe nails are made tougher than most other kinds of nails. How about those steamboats you drew?" He asked, chuckling, I wrote out a reply.

*Until you refine the ship's designs themselves, you're gonna have to keep them in the calmer rivers or close to shore.*

"Hmm, so the wide base is for balance and the paddles on the side are for turning in one place without a tiller, together, they make an impressive ship with plenty of storage and rooms for clients. Is there someway to have that transferred over to carts?" I'll admit, this guy is inquisitive.

*They're called tanks, think of those paddles I drew, flatten them into an oval shape and make them act like links in a chain. They'll allow you to go over any terrain problem, three feet wide holes, fallen trees, small rivers provided there's enough power behind them.*

Reading it over, he smiled before continuing our conversation, "So diesel will be the workpony of liquid fuel, whereas further refined diesel will be the faster, but weaker, making it better for use in machines where RPM's are more important than pony power." Nodding again, I shook my hand to get the feeling back before looking towards the small settlement we were approaching.

Reaching over, I shook Theresa awake as the Harmonic Express slowed down.

Theresa's dream PoV

It was a beautiful day; the temperature was a comfortable eighty degrees, what clouds there were in the sky were few and far between, the sky itself a deep blue and the screams of other children playing made a young and youthful symphony.

My uncle and I were at the local park, him sitting at the table under the pavilion and I playing in the sand. It was the kind of day in which nothing could go wrong, but I looked at my hands and knew the truth. No matter how much I try, I cannot change how this goes, I was in a nightmare.

My uncle taught me how to lucid dream after this day, despite my hardest attempts, I could never break this nightmare once it starts... so I stood up, told Charlie I was going to use the restroom and walked the short distance.

The pavilion was directly in front of the restrooms, a mere thirty feet away, so I wasn't afraid. After I washed my hands, I walked out. Before I made it five feet, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and picked me up. Screaming, I watch Charlie jump up and charge, his expression promising severe pain. I was thrown into the back of a van, looking at the doors, I watch them close.

Right on the guy's neck. Charlie slammed the door on him twice more before yanking him to the ground and stomping his face. I crawl forward as my uncle wraps a hand around the guy's throat, his other hand making a fist before slamming into the attempted kidnappers nose.

The crack of the guy's nose as it breaks. The blood pouring out. The furious expression on Charlie's face as he pulls back and attempts to smashed the unconscious man's cartilage into his brain. The people attempting to pull him off, one of which receiving an elbow to the ribs as Charlie breaks free and pounces.

Me screaming as a dark blur flies past and attempts to stop him. While that part was new, it doesn't even slow Charlie down and he flies through it and continues attacking the unconscious man. The people pulling Charlie off, followed by me running over and hugging him.
Instantly calm as he says soothing words in an attempt to calm me down as well, the people forming a line between us and the kidnapper as Charlie sits up and awaits the police, him calling my parents, him begging the cops to wait until my mom can pick me up. Him, sitting in the back of a cop car as my dad, mom and sisters hug me.

The blue blur, in a shape that resembles a familiar princess, was sitting next to us as we watched the cop car pull away. After this point, I reclaim control over my dreams...

Author's Note

Luna mad courtesy of Silvy-draws, check it out!

Whew, let me just say, sorry. Kinda been unmotivated to do much at all. Also, words can not express just how THANKFUL I am when I say, that last scene is not based on real life occurrences. Now, answers; RealityDowngrade asks Theresa, Do you believe in the boogeyman?

T- hmm, maybe back on earth, here, its probably the boogeymare. But, I've been surprised before, watching several reindeer fly around on the orders of Sint Erklass, the Equuis version of Saint Nicholas, was amazing the first time I saw it.

Mr-heheh, remember when you were five.

T-oh no.

Mr- and you parents had you believing in the 'poo poo man'.

T- Please stop.

Mr- and when you started school,

T- Stahp!

Mr- and told the teacher that the Poo Poo man will get her if,

T- Okay, enough talking!

Mr- she doesn't let you finish playing with blocks! I think your mom got that from Dogma, hahaha.

T- Next question is for the author, Blankman asks; Will Scruffy make a reappearance later?

G- This one doesn't count right? Okay, well... I would to have a excuse to use Scruffy again, so look forward to future chapters, and even if he doesn't show up in this story, I can guarantee that he'll show up in the sequel. Which has a foreshadowing hint in this chapter. Originally, I wanted to have this chapter be only for Luna, but I merged the other chapter to give you guys something, sorry for the lack of jokes, but there will be a fight scene with a famous video game character, 100 points if you guess correctly. Also, did anyone really care about Blueblood getting stung by killer bees? Is it because he didn't die that you're mad? Does anyone know where Enge N is from? Its a classic videogame thats underrepresented on this site despite everyone knowing and playing it.