SCP-PONY [and relevant documentation]

Interview with SCP-XXXX-8 (aka “Princess Luna”). Conducted on-site at Eta-9 on June █, 2███.

Dr. Stark: Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to sit down and chat with us, your highness.

SCP-XXXX-8: Please, it was not any trouble in the slightest.

Dr. Stark: Why don’t you start by telling me a little more about yourself, if you don’t mind?

SCP-XXXX-8: Certainly. Our - sorry, my - full title is “Princess Luna Umbranox of the Stars and Moon, Regent of the Night.” As you can certainly imagine, the title is a bit cumbersome in normal conversation; I prefer “Princess Luna,” or just “Luna” amongst my familiars.

Dr. Stark: I won’t assume familiarity with you just yet, your highness.

SCP-XXXX-8: [laughs.] Well, perhaps in time, then? I do so enjoy making new friends.

Dr. Stark: Yes, I understand that friendship plays an integral role across all of Equestria. If only it meant so much to our world.

SCP-XXXX-8: Oh? Whatever do you mean, if you do not mind my asking?

Dr. Stark: Well, our world...it’s not quite as...how shall I put it eloquently? It’s not quite as nice as Equestria. Indeed, compared to our dreary little world, some among us have even been waxing and waning - and I do hope you’ll pardon the lunar metaphor - on the notion that yours is like a utopia.

SCP-XXXX-8: Utopia? We are not familiar with the word.

Dr. Stark: Utopia...hm. Well, a utopia, in our own definition, is a world that exists free of strife, free of conflict - both internal and external - free from threat of extinction...just everything ideal, the sort of world that us dreamers had hoped for, I suppose.

SCP-XXXX-8: Do forgive me, but I fear I am not quite yet familiar with your world as of late. If it is troublesome for you to elaborate, I wouldn’t dare ask, but-

Dr. Stark: No, your highness, it’s fine. I don’t mind. You see, when I said that our world isn’t as nice as yours, I really rather meant it. I don’t mean to condemn my world outright; true, there are some aspects of our existence that are redeeming, heartwarming, even...but then again, we are bogged down by so much strife. So much suffering. Entire nations starve while the rich pretend to care at fundraisers or election banquets. The president of the United States talks harsh rhetoric on social reform, yet sleeps comfortably in a california king-sized bed not a kilometer away from some of the nation’s poorest.

SCP-XXXX-8: [softly] That sounds...

Dr. Stark: Awful, I know. But there are some of us out there who haven’t given up hope just yet. It’s almost like...your reality is kind of like a shining light, a beacon, something to strive for. I don’t quite know how to vocalize it just yet; I mean, we’ve known of the existence of alternate realities for centuries, now...but none quite like yours. It’s special.

SCP-XXXX-8: ...you do us a great honour, sir. I feel as though we have much to learn from one another.

Dr. Stark: As do I, your highness.

SCP-XXXX-8: Please, just call me Luna.