EVERFREE: The Bitter Boogie of a Mare From Skaia

C-Side: Fix the moon already.

You don’t know who is supplying these commands anymore but you don’t really care. It seems you have a greater sense of the self in this universe. So you’re not going to, because you don’t know how to do that yet.

You’re trying to develop an understanding of how magic works in Equestria, since you’ve come to realize that magic here is an undeniable truth, unlike in Paradox Space, where its legitimacy and existence are a Category Schrodinger debate topic. Your home universe was more or less magic deficient, and nature abhors a vacuum, so when you arrived, you had essentially been heavily mutated by magic filling up the hole in existence you made. It was painful before, now it’s just annoying. Dandy really misses having fingers, but your current rudimentary understanding of Equestrian magic has allowed you to tap into your abilities and supplement them without the need for a magical implement, like a unicorn horn.

You are your own damn god. Hell yes.
You are also a pony.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
You were quiet about it before, because you didn’t want to make yourself seem weirder to your hosts than you already have. But now, in the relative privacy of a room with a closed door, you are squealing in delight. You are taking advantage of this while you still can, feeling the strange contours of your body, getting to grips with walking on all fours, and stimming the hell out with your tail. Once you figure out where the muscles are, you cannot stop swishing that bad bitch. Dandy hopes that she’ll get her turn to stim in the ways that only a dragon could. Mostly breathing fire. She’d really love to do that.
In order to do that, you’d need to fix one of your Skaian Artifacts first, but that priority has taken a backseat to fixing the moon.

Shit, the moon. Right.

You stare at it for a while, considering what the hell the first move would even be. You’d wager asking Princess Celestia might help, if it weren’t for the fact that for some reason, every muscle in your body tenses up at the thought. You turn from the window and start pacing in a circle.

“I don’t think Celestia would hate you over this.” Dandy assures you. But your muscles stay tense. Something just felt wrong about it all in a way you did not know about yet. And as a Seer, that really throws you off your rocker. You and Dandy focus together, and reach into the world’s veins to see what exactly the truth here is, only to find nothing of use. The ponies in town feared you, ponies and other folks in other communities don’t know about you yet. All they know is that the moon is broken and refusing to set, even in the middle of the day.

Fuck! The moon! Focus, dammit!

You’re not exactly on a time limit, but you know that the sooner, the better. You need to figure out how exactly to get whatever magic you stole from Luna and put it back in her, ASAP. It makes you a bit anxious, but a sudden thought crosses Dandy’s side of the mind.
“Doesn’t that mean we have her magic right now?”

You decide to test this hypothesis. You turn back to the window where the moon is visible, and take aim.