Morning Star 🌟

*Beep*-*Beep*-*Beep*

*Groan*

A hoof reached out onto a nightstand moving around in search of the occupant creating such a ruckus.

*Beep*-*Beep*-*Beep*

The black box-shaped occupant kept blaring out.

Annoyed the white hoof raised high in the air before crashing down onto the back of the nightstand before committing a mighty sweep. Knocking over all the appliances into a genocidal abyss.

After a shortly lived screech of breaking appliances.

The mare in her bed smiled in satisfaction drifting off to sleep.

***An 3 Hours Later***

An eye cracked open.

"Nein-Nein-Nein!" She threw herself out of bed, racing across her bedroom picking up the discarded pieces of her uniform. "I'm going to be late!" She screamed hurriedly throwing on the light-blue button-up shirt that had a tag that said security over her heart.

The apartment building was worn but served it's purpose, in sheltering her. From the cruel outside world. The T.V. was still on, left on over the morning. It was already 11:25 PM. The moon was high in the sky tonight. Its graceful rays of light shined through the curtains cracks. On the walls of her room where posters of Kapitän Germaney.

My idol. A fictional character that was created in Germaney to compete with comic book heroes. Like the main hero "Captain Equestria".

Kapitän Germaney was my hero growing up. A super soldier, without the super soldier serum, unlike Captain Equestria. But obviously, Captain Germaney was cooler since she was a character without much plot armor, unlike Captain Equestria who was an unstoppable hero with all her talk. Captain Equestria used a shield while Ms. Germaney used a sword and guns, and her comics were bloody and violent. A real hit when the war started. I like her more since she isn't censored by the Ministry of Image. Who just seem to enjoy censoring and banning everything.

Captain Equestria's villains were so cliché, and their motives were alright. Like how this one time the griffons wanted to wage war on Equestria because they were tired of being feared. So they snap, but Captain Equestria swoops in to save the day. Beating them up without killing any of them. And talks them down from fighting.

While, Kapitän Germaney on the other hoof, had a real down to Equis villain, unlike her hero's counterpart, who had villains who were overly simplified and not complex. Now this villain was a soldier that was part of an old Germaney regime that was considered evil by the rest of Equestria in an alternative universe from ours. In which the ponys of Germaney were blamed for things that they and not done. So in retaliation, they fought back, tired of being blamed for something that they did not do. Then when they had lost from getting too cocky in their ability, whilst they tried taking over all of Equestria.

Once they had lost Equestria had helped Germaney: (The country get back on its hooves).

Meanwhile, a regime soldier who was imprisoned for her war crimes.

Anyways, getting to informative. Yatah-yatah. Moral of the story bad ponys usually always look cooler than the good ponys. The good ponys had the bright colors, while the bad guys had the dark cool colors.

I was a big fan of the main villain as much a the hero.

It was hard putting on clothes with just my hooves. Being an earth pony sucked with a passion.

Especially to find out that at a young age, you aren't anything special, and that you'd never be special. A sad lesson in life.

Finally getting my uniform on, throwing my hat on with the word "Security" written with white letters.

I grabbed a cold glass of ice-coffee from my fridge in my mouth before running out of my house forgetting to lock my door.

But I didn't care. I was late.

I just couldn't afford to lose another job again. The pay time for my rent was coming up again. I had to scrounge up enough money to pay it off before I get thrown out on my lazy ass. Reading and writing fanfictions. Especially staying up to date with all the superheroes... gosh... if I scrape together enough money I'm definitely going to spend it on a new "cosplay costume"! I gushed in my mind.

Once I had reached my workplace I had noticed the joyful locations lights off, and that the wagon parking lot was completely empty. I suppose closing time would do that to a business place.

Now that I was huffing and puffing from my sprint. I just realized how dark this part of town at night usually got. Lucky for me I still had moonlight along with the billboard sign that had the words "Pinkie Pies Pizzeria" with bright neon lights circled around the words.

Suddenly, out of nowhere. The light's from the billboard went out.

It was oddly soothing to have the crisp night air to brush against my body. As if giving me a light push towards my workplace.

Everything went completely black causing me to freeze up. While I blinked away the afterimage of the bright green neon lights. When my eyes finally adjusted. I was just able to make out shadows, with the help of the moon of course. Without out it... I don't think I would even be able to see.

I stepped closer to the building just as the front door opened. I was greeted with the sight of a stallion wearing an employee uniform. He held a flashlight clenched beneath a wing. "Hey, where the hay have you been?!" He shouted at me with a scowl.

I flinched taking a visible step back.

"Do you realize how long I stayed here, waiting for your late ass?!" He almost screamed.

I spoke around the glass bottle in my mouth, "I... I didn't realize that-" Guilt started to seep into my soul.

"Oh? You didn't mean it," He mocked with fake sympathy. "It's okay. Wasting my time is just what I want."

"I'm sorry okay... just... never mind. Go home, I'm sorry," I apologized again.

"Yeah whatever, I'm out of this freaky place." The stallion said walking off as he passed me, I overheard him making a snide comment about me. "Stupid bitch." He muttered under his breath causing me to visibly wilt. Not that anypony would care... our conversation had been cold and brief. That's usually how all my conversation ended.

Eyes watering I made my way inside pushing past the turnstile rotating the three metal bars as I had passed through. The whole area was pitch black, I didn't even know where to go. Mindlessly I wandered around. Now not having that reassuring push from the calm windy air, my mind started to wander too much darker things. Not wanting to scare myself I ignored my thoughts. Instead, thinking of my next fanfiction I was going to write, in a desperate attempt to ease my troubled mind, that was on the verge of tears.

No matter what anypony said. I couldn't just simply ignore words, words hurt. Mental pain is more painful than any physical pain might be to somepony. "Words cut deep, deeper than any blade".

Moving through chairs that had silhouettes of mini pyramids. It didn't take long for my nerd's brain to put two and two together. They were party hats for foals.

I remember when my parents would always host birthday parties when I was younger, and then as I grew older they would just host a party with just me, my parents, and my siblings. Never knowing that I had taken my family for granted back then. It hurts knowing that I did. You never realize how much you have something, until it's gone.

Turning my head left and right in search of a piece of paper, a computer terminal, or simply an office to at least know what my job for tonight was. I planned on napping and dreaming about these two mares that I wrote about in my journal. My own private little fanfiction. Though... I was planning on having some sweet wet dreams... because I'm lonely. That much you can probably tell. Now I'm not saying that I haven't been asked out on a date before. I'm just saying that I don't always... you know... react very good to such opportunities.

Sometimes I come late, and they think I stood them up when really I had just overslept. Or I totally forgot. It sucks being responsible... they would say I had the mindset of a foal. Having my head stuck in comic books instead of growing up into what harsh reality really is.

Like why couldn't anything ever be simple? Why couldn't somepony wrap their arms around me and say? We're in love. Let's go be happy together. And then we do just that. We be happy, and live happily ever bucking after!

I'm a terrible pony...

But a filly can dream, right?

Blindly I stumbled across the establishment reaching out for a wall. To at least grab some sense of direction.

Less than a minute later, I was finally able to touch a wall. Like a blind pony, I began to make my way around the dark shadowy pizzeria. Bumping into an arcade machine.

After some more wasted time of fumbling around, I made it to a small secluded room of sorts that had to doorless frames for some reason that I wasn't sure of, yet the ever so troublesome problem was still present. There was no light. A short time of mayhem later I flicked on a light switch.

The newfound glow of light blindly me briefly. Rapidly blinking away the yellowish after-image of the newly turned on light. I took in my surroundings.

There was a steel metal desk with a black chair tucked in neatly within the crevasse underneath the desk. Small monitors littered on top of it. On the right sitting above the monitors was a white plush bunny that I giggled at. Above the bunny were messily drawn images of the establishment's stage that had stars and clouds situated as decorations. Seeing the foals handy work warmed my heart. Beside the drawings on the left side of the wall was a poster of the trio. Just like in my foal hood. I teared up at the memory.

My family.

Placing down the glass of ice-cold coffee onto the desk, I stood up right after on both hind legs placing my forehooves against the poster giving the trio a hug with a nuzzle thrown in there, rubbing my muzzle against their "not to scale" bodies. "Thanks for the happy memories guys," I sobbed with a sad smile. This job was perfect. It had a warm atmosphere and the sweet nostalgia warmed my lonely aching heart and soul. I practically felt like a small foal again.

After a few minutes of reminiscing I back away giving the poster back some of its personal space. I recollected myself observing the rest of the office. I hadn't noticed before, but I did now. There were tendrils of wires dangling from the ceiling that looked like a fire hazard!

"Oh, no. This can not do," I said to myself. "I'll fix this place up... I'll make this place great again!" I self-proclaimed holding a hoof over my chest that I puffed out with pride. I was going to fix my childhood's magical kingdom.

My gaze slowly transfixed itself on a box-shaped clock that could be used as an alarm dismissing the black office cord phone. The time. 11:44 PM. The clock read in bright red digits.

My shift hadn't started yet. What was my job? Oh yeah, here's the best part! All I have to do is watch the place! I squeed happily clapping my hooves together in excitement.

I pulled out the chair from underneath the desk. Exposing the cushioned seat to me, to which I gradually took, plopping my plot down over the chair.

Besides my coffee resting the desk was a clean sheet of paper that had words neatly printed over it. Curious, I took the note gingerly in my earth pony hooves. First having some trouble, but in the end, prevailed. I held the note carefully looking it over.

Hello, this is the manager speaking. As of right now, you are hereby appointed as a night guard. Please follow the instructions to the letter. They may very well save your life.

I read the paper aloud.

Now, before you get started. You are going to want to need a light source. You should be able to find a flashlight in the lower metal cabinet located within the desk.

Placing the paper on back resting on the desk, I scooted my chair back. I reached a hoof out for the metal handle that jutted out from the metal container that was a desk. But I was too far high up.

*Huff*

Instead of getting off my lazy plot. I just simply reached under my chair and pulled up the handle, causing my chair to descend lower. Now within hoof reach, I opened the bottom drawer. I was then greeted with the sight of an old black flashlight, that looks like it had some of its black paint scratched off. Nonchalantly I pulled out the flashlight with my teeth. Dropping it on the table nearly knocking over my coffee in the process.

"Careful you idiot!" I chided myself. Steadying my coffee. When I knew my drink was safe I picked up the note again, reading the next direction.

First, head over to the parts & service room, you should be able to find another door that would lead you down a set of stairs.

"Parts and service room? Where the hell is dat?" I blurt out with a confused look. Before a smile slowly crept onto my features. "Oooo~ never been to this parts and service room before, and a basement to boot!" Excitedly I dismiss my coffee leaving the lid on closed. Excitedly I scooped up the worn flashlight in my maw, sticking the "to do list" underneath my hat. switching on the light I ran out of the office. In search of this "parts and service room".

I scampered through the dark hallways remembering how I had used to run through the halls as a small filly. With my parents getting after me for running. But I would brush them off giving them the cutest face I could muster. Causing my parent's to coo at my adorableness, a superpower that every foal had equipped.

Running around the pizzeria in search of the select specific room.

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I ran a hoof through my daughter's mane. It was fun getting to spend the day with cute Midnight. Playing pretend with her, cooking with her, and even teaching her new words. I sighed in satisfaction cradling my small young foal in my hooves. Rocking her back and forth, with a blanket draped over her small form. My daughter held a small golden teddy bear in her hooves, she smiled in her sleep, causing me to smile right back at my innocent daughter's sleeping form.

Ever so slowly I leaned back in the small bed. Everything was taken care of. I could finally have a good night's sleep without worry. I had that mare take the night shift. Hopefully, this change will be permanent.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I whispered softly into my daughter's ear, stroking her cheek, slowly drifting off to sleep, into imagination land. Dreaming of me and my daughter running together in a grain filled field together. The same old field me and my ex-wife used to play in. I still loved that mare, even if she didn't love me... I loved Rose.

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I flashed the light around the Parts & Service room. The light reflected off the metal steel beams and plastic masks. Masks that were groomed carefully, gently polished synthetic fur that looked to be smoother than silk.

"Cool~" I sang looking over the spare masks that were stacked on shelves. Taking a "sample" feel of a mask, I rubbed my cheek against one of the purple masks.

Each and every mask had two empty eye sockets. While the purple one was unique, you see there was a hole on the forehead for a horn to be inserted through. Fit for a unicorn.

"Good day it is," I muttered stepping away from the shelf of masks. Shifting my attention to the exoskeleton that was laid out on a table. The beam of light roamed over the exposed metal beams that made up the internal components of the ponimatronics on stage. "Whoa..." it was the first time I had ever seen the "robot guts". There were lots of wires stored in cardboard boxes underneath the table. I inspected the wires looking them over, while at the same time growling at my inner filly. That wanted to take the wires out and examine them closely. Didn't want to get fired on my first night here.

Lifting my head up I screamed out in fright jumping back. in fright dropping my flashlight. The sound of the fall echoed throughout the establishment. Giving me some good echoes. I froze on the spot just straying right in front of me. Scared, that if I would just blink the thing would get me. Now, what was this thing you might ask? I... I don't know... it was purple... and... was straying back at me... that's all I knew.

The eyes of a monster were staring right back at me. White glinted eyes.

My breathing quickened, my heart raced.

The flashlight illuminated the boxes underneath the table along with a purple jaw that belonged to the creature and it's eyes.

Wait a minute, illuminated its eyes?

Cautiously, I took a step forward.

Nothing...

Another step...

Nothing...

Then another... again another...

Yet, nothing seemed to happen.

I started to raise a hoof gently. Rising closer towards the creature. Then getting scared the closer my hoof got, I slapped the creature letting out a startled yelp. The head turned to face away from the amount of force I put behind my sudden attack.

I breathed heavily, catching my breath. Over nothing... it was nothing. I scooped the flashlight off the floor and back into my lonely mouth, that would never know what a lovers kiss felt like.

Shinning the light over the monster I was quick to find that it was just the head of the exoskeleton. My face heated up red in embarrassment with a sense of dread washing over my soul. On instinct, my eyes shifted from left to right. Making sure that know pony saw me freak out... tears threatened to make themselves known.

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All the colts and fillys laughed at my expense. My cheeks flared bright red.

"Really Loser?! You can't be serious!" A colt laughed at me.

"Yeah what he said!" A filly chimed in.

"Dressing up as a superhero? You? You aren't a superhero! You're a loser! You are Super Loser!" Another child laughed at me.

"But... but... I made this costume on my own..." I teared up scuffing a hoof on the cemented sidewalk.

"It's hideous," A spoiled filly balked in disgust. "That costume should be illegal."

My whole body visibly wilted. My spirit felt like it had shriveled up and died.

"You aren't going Nightmare nighting with us. Come on. Let's go guys." The colt from before announced walking off with the rest of my class.

I sat down alone. Leaving me behind. Underneath a lonely street lamp. Surrounded by darkness.

*Sniff*

I hugged myself, wiping the tears out of my eyes. "No crying... heroes don't cry..." my voice quivered. "Heroes smile... heroes endure hardship..."

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I panted puffing my chest out. I grabbed ahold of the purple head turning it back to face me once again. A true hero... faces their problems head-on, facing their fears. The flashlight that was held in my mouth shined the beam of light directly on the face, nearly blinding me from the close proximity.

Organic eyes meeting plastic eyes.

This was the Twilight Sparkle ponimatronics. Or the Ministry Mare of Arcane Science. But I preferred to just refer to her as Twilight Sparkle, the element of Magic.

"Nice to see you two."

Moving away from the head I moved to the end of the room reaching another door.

Heading down a set of stairs. Entering what I could only presume was the "basement".

Once I reached ground level, I extended a hoof out from underneath my security hat, I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper "to do list". Making sure to keep the list in the light, so that the printed wording would be legible.

In the basement head over to the small-medium sized generator that is located at the northeast wall and prime the pump.

Falling the instructions I found the generator and primed the pump. Totally oblivious to the shadow watching me.

Setting my flashlight aside I pulled on the string with my teeth. The stupid thing took about ten minutes for the machinery to finally hum to life.

A small light bulb that hung above the small generator rained downlight over the generator. Taking advantage of the light I brought the "to do list" into the light to make it easier to read.

In your office you should be getting a phone call. It will be ringing all night until you pick it up.

Placing the "to do list" back under my hat, and taking the flashlight back in my mouth. I made my way out of the basement. Resisting the urge to snoop around. I didn't want to get fired on my first day... I stooped at the top of the stairs taking one last look down. Then again... who would know?

"No. I can't do that. Really need this job..." I muttered biting my lip I closed the basement door behind me.

The ringing of a phone echoed within the building it was so subtle, that it hardly bothered me.

Taking a detour I trotted past the stage passing by the two ponimatronics. Making my way to the "fillys room" entering an empty stall. Not bothering to lock the door.

Doing my business, myself. Flicking off the flashlight I set it down in a vertical position. Closing my eyes, my mind began to drift off to my fantasy world. Picturing to mares getting it on hot and heavy. Cheeks burning as I thought of it. Picturing myself as one of the mares. The feeling of being loved... and lusted over... a dream that would never be a reality for poor me... but dreaming can always come true! And if you can think it, then it must be real! Even if it's just in my head!

After having some "me time" and getting rid of the "evidence" I was washing my hooves in the restroom sink whistling a cheerful tune. My only source of light was my trusty borrowed flashlight.

The same ringing of the office phone continued to ring. Though the digital alarm clock had rung some time ago when I was... "playing solo".

***Earlier***

"FUCK YES! DON'T STOP!" I screamed on the toilet sweating profusely. Panting heavily moaning I threw my head back. "OHHH~ YOU SEXY WHORE~" I cried out.

I pictured my "wifu" eating me out savagely and sexily I might add. Shoving her muzzle into my love oven.

I cried out one final time.

***Now***

I exited the restroom making my way back the office. Ready for my shift. Especially after loosening up, a bit.

Slumping in my chair I put up my rear hooves on the desk. Kicking back and relaxing.

"This is going to be a piece of cake."

I cracked open my lukewarm coffee, taking a sip, grimacing right after. "Next stop... the kitchen... probably some ice in there. Oh~ maybe I can heat up some FREE PIZZA!" I squealed hopping out of my chair. Grabbing ahold of the old flashlight and running off. In search of the Kitchen. Ignoring the still ringing phone, that drowned out the metallic whirring of hydraulics.