"Follow your inner moonlight; Don't hide the madness." - Allen Ginsberg

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"Alvar! Come here please!" Starlight called up the stairs.

Groaning, I climbed out of my bed and shouted, "Imma comin'!"

In the past few weeks, Starlight had been about as demanding as a pregnant female. Constantly asking for stuff like food, water, clothes, furniture, and even add-ons to her house. Sure, my magic was practically infinite, but I was getting exhausted.

'I should have asked for her soul,' I thought, marching down the rickety stairs.

However, she had kept her end of the bargain by giving me jars of fear. Like, literal jars filled with pony fear. I don't care how she got it, but it was better than the fear I took from her the first time we met.

"Alvar, Alvar hurry! Look at this!"

I quickened my pace a bit, almost falling down the stairs from the change of speed. I sped through the neatly decorated living room, through the small dinning room, and finally into the cutesy kitchen. Starlight had her forehooves up against the wooded counter, gazing intently at the moonlit night. She turned her head to look at me, a look of excitement adorning her features. However, the very feint smell of fear hit my nostrils.

"Look! Look at the moon!" She pointed at the orb with a slightly shaky hoof.

I stood beside her and gazed out at the planet's satellite, nodding my head like I understood, "Yup, the moon's bright tonight. Good job on noticing that, Fluff."

She huffed, shaking her head, "No, you don't understand. The mare on the moon is gone! She's been there ever since I was a filly! Do you know what this means?!" She balanced herself on her hindlegs and shoved her hooves onto my fluffy chest, "This means that Princess Luna, along with Nightmare Moon, is back!"

I shrugged, "Whoop de do, the princess is back. So what?"

Her jaw practically dropped to the floor, "So what? So WHAT?! This means that there might be an ETERNAL night!"

"And?"

She sighed, dropping back to the ground, "You know what, never mind. Before I saw the moon, I was going to ask you to get me a potion, so I'm going to do just that. Do you know this potion?" She held up a picture of a clear glass, potion flask that contained a sparkling pink liquid.

My ear twitched, "Nah. Don't know about it, can't get it."

She looked at me, puzzled, "Can't you just make one, I don't know, pop into existence?"

"Only the things that I know about, can I 'pop into existence.' I don't know much about potions, so..." I turned to the kitchen sink, digging through the cabinet next to it for a glass.

"But... You're a demon! You're supposed to know stuff like that!" She cried, tugging on her ears. Must be painful.

"Well," I filled the glass with water, "When there's more than one universe, it's hard to pay attention to all of the spells and potions the beings there end up making. I just chose not to give a crap on how they make them, what they named it, and what the recipe or incantation is," Tipping the glass back against my parted lips, cool water invaded my mouth.

"Fine. If you find the ingredients for this potion, I'll give you four jars of fear for the next three weeks,"

I choked on the water, sputtering and spraying the liquid out in front of me. My wide eyes darted over to her, suppressing the urge to laugh at her slightly damp face, and held out my hand.

"Alright, Fluff, you've got yourself a deal."

She put a hoof to her chin, humming, "Maybe. Do you mind if I add one more condition?" When I shook my head, her eyes seemed to shimmer, "If you stop calling me Fluff and get the ingredients, you may have four jars of fear for the next five weeks instead of three," She batted her eyes, leaning closer towards me.

Taking a step back, I weighed my options. Do everything this little fuzzball desired and get four whole jars of fear for five weeks, or go back to having one jar each week, probably break the deal, and go out into the world of vicious monsters... Hmm...

"Alright F-- Ahm, Starlight, I'm willing to take your deal," I held out my hand.

She gripped it, though I'm not sure how that works, and we shook on it. With the snap of my fingers, I transformed my body into a 2-year-old golden retriever. A red collar gripped my neck, a tag with the name ALVAR sketched into it. My red glowing eyes were the only indication it was me, along with the abnormally sharp teeth and toenails. Due to the sudden height change, plus actually being a little below eye level with Glimmer, made me slightly disoriented. A grinning Starlight walked me to the door, my nails clicking off of the wooden floor, before flinging the door open with her magic.

The unicorn patted me on the head, "Now you be a good boy and get me those ingredients," She levitated a pair of saddlebags onto my back, "In one of the bags is a list of the things I need, along with the proper amount of bits. Now run along! Don't get into trouble!" She snickered.

I glowered at her before taking off through the door and into the night, towards the nearest town. Ponyville.

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Cold cobble greeted my paws as I jumped off the colorful train, sprinting towards the familiar grocery store. Starlight had sent me here a few times before, despite just ordering me to make almost anything appear. To be completely honest, I think it was just to get me out of the house for a while. Craning my neck to pull out the list, I noted that it was literally just herbs and leaves. So, to the tea shop. I looked up at the moon, noting from it's position in the sky that it was close to midnight.

'Shit.' I mentally cursed as I trotted up to the tea shop doors.

As expected, a sign with big, bold red letters read CLOSED. A whimper escaped me and I began pawing at the door, hopefully getting the attention of somepony inside. And surprise, surprise, my efforts didn't go wasted. A dark purple, Earth pony mare with a lighter purple mane and tail opened the door with sleepy eyes. A tea cup with three tea leaves near the top adorned her flank.

"Alvar, it's nearly midnight. Why'd your owner send you out this late?" Kenya Tea tiredly rubbed her eyes, her British accent slurred a bit.

I lowered my head, careful to not get slobber on the list tucked into my mouth. Looking up at her with big, sad eyes and the streetlights hit my eyes just at the right angle to make them sparkle. As a finishing touch, I let out a whimper. She glared at me, which softened into a look of adoration and an 'aww' escaped her muzzle. She stepped aside, opening the door wider for me as I entered the dark building.

'Heh, puppy dog eyes always work.'

Inside were shelves upon shelves of tea leaves and herbs, all neatly packed into a jar or a small cardboard box. They were all labelled and organized in alphabetical order, proving for fast findings. A check-in counter sat at the far side of the room, a door with an 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' sign attached to it. Just adjacent to the counter was a flight of stairs. Kenya took the list from my mouth, going wide eyed at the amount of leaves and herbs needed.

"Is your owner planning on a huge tea party?" She looked down at me with a questioning gaze.

I just wagged my tail, allowing my tongue to loll out of my mouth. Devil, I hated doing this sometimes. I looked so stupid.

She rolled her eyes, "Fine, don't tell me. I'll get what you need, just give a few minutes. Now, sit," She pointed to the ground and I obediently sat, "Good boy! Now, stay." She held up her hoof in a staying motion before turning to the door behind the counter, trotting through it with a speed I had never seen her use before.

A few minutes later, she appeared with two medium sized bags, both containing dry leaves. She dropped them beside me before digging in one of my saddlebags, bringing out the large bag of bits.

"Just like always..." She muttered.

After counting the amount, she nodded before setting that on the ground and shoving a each bag of leaves into a designated saddlebag. She pat my head, picked up the bits, and began walking towards the stairs.

She called over her shoulder, "You know the way out." Before climbing her way to the second level.

Turning towards the door, I shoved it open with the side of my body and trotted out into the street. Only, I had to back up to avoid being trampled by a stampede of pastel ponies. I looked in the direction they were coming from, seeing more ponies run from Town Hall. Rolling my eyes, I made my way back to the train station before hoping on a cargo cart. As soon as I laid down, the train started moving.

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I slammed the door open with a clawed hand, glad to be back in my actual form. Grumbling sourly, I dropped the saddlebags onto the dining room table before walking upstairs and into my room. Now, my room wasn't that great. Just a bed with a red blank, white sheets, and a pillow. I had a wooden dresser, a nightstand with a small lamp, and standing mirror that I had broken on accident.

Flopping onto my bed with a groan, I was about to fall asleep when- "Alvar, are you home?"

"Yup, now leave me alone so I can sleep!" I snarled, pulling the covers over me and turning my back to the door.

There was silence, then shuffling of hooves, and a door closing. Thank Devil, she left me alone.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed, once again! I'm glad I was able to push myself to make this one longer. If you want to know what Kenya Tea looks like, click here. I know the tea shop pony was never given a name, so I gave her one! Be proud of me pwease

If you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know! Also, constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Word Count : 1,694