The Voices (In My Head Again)

Sketch tosses and turns in his bed as he dreams of what has happened in the past week, first he planned to go to the convention, then he got there, and died on Saturday of the convention and ended up in a world run by sentient ponies. Honestly, it should have been a bigger shock but then again he did dream up an elf revolution at the north pole. The elves had had enough of Saint Nick's, the patron saint of prostitutes look it up, crap and took over the North pole and took sleighs throughout the world killing all those on the naughty list as well as the ones on the nice list, they were really out for blood that year.

Sketch has been tossing and turning even after that dream subsides and his eyes slowly open and he decides to wander the castle grounds but a little voice in the back of his mind told him he should go find Twilight's room, but he pushes that one aside and goes back to sleep. As he lays there sleep finally takes hold and he drifts off to sleep.

“Sketch?” a feminine voice calls out, except this one seems familiar.

“Luna?” Sketch asks.

“You’re correct, we have come to talk with you.”

“How are you in my dream and don’t you have princess duties?”

“Tonight is when I watch over those with troubled dreams, yours stood out amongst the rest.”

“Celestia told you about my predicament didn’t she?”

“Yes, why not tell us, er I mean why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you away like I have many others.”

“You are not the only one with a troubled past…” Luna says as she conjures a small or of clouds that eventually shows Nightmare Moon and her reign of terror before Celestia stopped her and how she was sealed and then cleansed by the elements of harmony.

“Huh… Didn’t see that coming but then everyone has the part of themselves they wish would stay hidden.” Sketch pauses for a moment “Yeah…” Sketch says as a chest appears within his dream world and it was a chest with chains all over it.

“Is this it? Your inner demon?”

“In English you are correct, but its name is Daimon.”

“You named it?”

“It named itself.”

“Shall I take care of it?”

“Don’t, it isn’t a problem at the moment plus neutralizing a part of someone’s brain can have adverse side effects.”

“How do you know that? What if it works?”

“Sorry, but I don’t want to be reduced to a potato due to part of my brain or thought processes being annexed.”

“Alright, but I will keep watch on you if you don’t mind, we are as they say birds of a feather-”

“-Stick together, thanks, Luna, love ya.”

“W-What?!”

“Like a sister, geez, don’t take it the wrong way, hahaha you’re blushing so hard right now,” Sketch says as he laughs a little trying to get off the serious topic they were just discussing. He never really liked talking about it, whenever he did people would just judge him for it, profile him. Or worse… abandon him like all the other so called ‘friends’ he had made over the years. Still, he did care for Luna, although it might have been too soon to say that he loves her like a sister but he wanted to say it while he had a chance.

“Okay, may I refer to you as… b-brother?” Luna asks shyly.

“You may.”

“Thank you Sketch f-”

“Shut up and hug me.” Sketch orders in a joking manner, he really didn’t mean to be harsh he was just being himself, meaning a bit too honest and kinda a caring person while a jerk at the same time. Luna comes close only to have Sketch wrap his arms around her and embrace her tightly and Luna reciprocates the hug and then as soon as she says she cares for him too the dream ends and it fades to black, but before the dreams ends one of the chain links on the chest snaps….

“59 left…”