Twilight and Luna Kill Celestia

"Just call me Foal; that's all I'm ever referred to as anymore anyways."

"Do you not have a name, Foal?" Luna had a slight hint of concern in her voice.

"I do, or did, rather, it's a long story I don't enjoy telling."

"I see. Well then, might we ask you a question?"

"Depends on the question."

"What did you do with Prince BlueBlood's garbage disposal?"

The foal's eyes widened and he simply sat back in his seat in responce. "So how about that weather?"

"Foggy, dark, and chilly."

"The way I like it."

"You actually like the dark?"

"It makes it easier to make use of simple illusions. That, and ponies are always more tired at night; making them easier targets for being tricked."

"Well, We suppose that liking the night over the day has redeemed your earlier incompetence."

Score one for the foal!

"Never mind."

Hey, you mind staying the buck out of my head?

"Make me."

Sounds fun.

And then the foal visualized the incident with Prince BlueBlood's garbage disposal, making Luna's eyes widen and her stomach turn over.

"If you excuse us, We are going to go vomit in the bathroom now."

"Well, just stay out of my head. I've got things a thousand times worse than that if I catch you in there again."

"We will keep that in mind." She said as she dashed to the nearest lavatory to expel the vomit that had risen within her throat.

The foal smiled and tried to catch a nap in his seat before arriving. He did not succeed for long.

A navy blue hoof was prodding him in the side woke him up.

"Whua? More sleep... now...." He started to doze off again.

A navy blue hoof shoved him out of his seat, headfirst into the floor.

"Alright alright, I'm awake. What do you want Luna?"

"We are about to arrive."

"Oh, shouldn't we wake up Twilight too?"

"I'm too tired to deal with MorningTwilight."

"MorningTwilight?"

"MorningTwilight is what We refer to Twilight as when she has recently been woken up. She is a fierce beast of unstoppable rage and terror. She makes guards pale in absolute horror at her mere passing. She once tore a hole through Celestia's regalia for waking her up too early. Ever wonder why you haven't seen an alarm clock since she became an alicorn?"

"Kind of, yeah."

"One woke her up. She willed them out of existance. In short, MorningTwilight is NOT a morning pony."

This is where we get to see one of this Foal's many flaws, he has a sick and twisted sense of humor.

"This sounds fun!"

His horn lit up and the light soon enveloped him.

"You poor, ignorant foal, you have just dug your own grave."

"Don't care, will fun."

His size began to change to that of a grown stallion. His mane shortened, muscles grew. His color scheme lightened his coat from the normal papery white a snow white; his mane and tail from powder blue and gray to a darker but sharper blue, with a pale streak in the middle. His horn grew a little longer. His tail extended and took on a thicker volume. In short, the spitting image of Shining Armor was now standing in front of Luna.

"Are you a changeling foal?!" Luna's voice was laced with venom as her own horn began to glow.

"Psh, no. Those gross bug things can barely maintain an illusory form of shape changing. They just mask their own appearance with magic. I do a more literal transformation. This body is more or less identical to the real Shining Armor. The only major difference is that I can't copy his cutie mark exactly, and my own cutie mark always appears very faintly somewhere overlapping the one I'm imitating."

"Come to think of it, what is your cutie mark? I can't tell through your clothes."

"Oh, it's a masquerade mask in two colors, the same as my mane and tail normally are."

"Your special talent is dancing?"

"No, not at all, my special talent is deception. The mask represents an emphasis on anonymity, which is key in my line of work. You see, if everypony always knew what I looked like, it would seriously diminish my ability to get away with as much as I get away with."

"Might We ask, how did you get such a mark?"

"Ah, 'Tis a fine tale lass, but I'll give you the short version. A long time ago, I realized that I was shorter than others my age, got angry about it, learned some magic, made myself grow. At that point, my body assumed I was done growing naturally. The downside is that whenever I run out of energy or lose focus by whatever means, I instantly go back to my 'default' look. So since then, I have not aged physically without willing it to happen. That is also why I look so young."

"I've never actually heard of anything but a changeling using such a spell, where did you learn it?"

"From a dusty old stallion in the woods. He overheard me grumbling to myself about ponies teasing me for being a 'runt' and taught me the spell. It's simple really, I could show anyone who really wants it. But I wont make anyone suffer through watching everypony else age and die while staying young. A feeling you should understand more than most. Funny part to the story is, that old man was actually as young as I was physically."

Luna saw another emotional topic coming up, and changed the conversation in a safer direction."Oh, well... How do you even know what Twilight's brother looks like?"

"I applied for the Royal Guard once, they said I was too scrawny to fit in the uniform. I would have just grown a bit intentionally, but  this was just after the whole 'changeling invasion' thing. Kinda figured that showing off shape shifting abilities directly in front of the guy who was kind of used as food for the changeling queen... was a bad idea."

"Reasonable enough. But what do you plan on doing with your new visage?"

"I'm going to scare the hell out of MorningTwilight."

"That is a terrible idea."

"Isn't it? I can't wait."

The foal paused for a minute to gather his energies as his horn faintly glowed. Small blue orbs of light began floating out of the tip. After about a dozen orbs had formed, he opened his eyes and floated them around the sleeping Princess's head.

"Two for the ears, Two for the nose, Two for the mouth, and three for each eye." he said to himself, as though running down a check list.

His voice was gradually shifting to the deeper, more serious tone of Twilight's older brother. Once he was satisfied it was close enough to the real thing, he let the orbs flow into their respective sensory organs around Twilight's head. He shook her gently, horn still glowing.

Twilight woke to a peaceful morning in her old bedroom at her parents house. Shining armor was looking over her bed in his guard's uniform and spoke "Twily, wake up Twily, it's time for your first day at magic Kindergarten. Mom and Dad are already making breakfast, come on."

Twilight looked around groggily, pondering the surroundings she was in. "How did I get back here? What happened to the train? And Luna?"

"What? Silly Twily, you must of had one realistic dream. Come on, let's go!" Shining armor took a step back as she drifted back off to sleep.

The foal looked away from the again sleeping Twilight and instead to the giggling Luna as he whispered "This is where it gets fun!"

"You are so going to get killed for this."

Twilight was again awoken by her BBBFF, but more hurriedly this time.

"TWILIGHT! GET UP!"

"What?! What's going on?!"

"Mom turned the stove on too high and the house is on fire! Mom and Dad barely made it out, both of them were on fire. We need to move. NOW!"

This is when the spell altering her senses really showed it's stuff. Twilight could really smell the smoke, hear the crackling of the wood, feel the heat rising through the floorboards. She was terrified, and what do little fillies do when terrified? They wet themselves.

The entire illusion was shattered and the transformation spell began fading as The Foal lost all concentration from laughing his flank off. "OH FOR THE LOVE OF TARTARUS! THAT WAS BRILLIANT! I AM A BUCKING GENIUS!"

Twilight was still smelling and feeling flames, this time it was no illusion. Her mane and tail had ignited from sheer righteous fury. "I WILL KILL YOU FOAL! NO ONE FRIGHTENS AN ALICORN!" Her horn began to glow orange.

"Oh... oh buck... I'm so dead!"

Luna saw this as a fitting time to chime in. "Told ya."

This is when Twilight picked the foal up with her magic, opened the nearest train window, and held him outside of it for a moment. "Please don't do this Princess Twilight! I didn't mean to make you mad!" He was lying. "I'm sorry, so so sorry!" He was still lying.

Twilight decided against dropping him, and instead, shot him forward as fast as she could. The added speed from the train making the foal's face stretch backwards in distortion. Her magic released him when he was about two kilometers ahead of the train, and about half a kilometer way from the train station. He frantically tried to slow himself with his magic, but found that the illusion spell and the shape changing had nearly drained him, and that any more casting could kill him.

He was flying straight towards the stone wall that made up the side of the train station.

"Buck."

As if on cue, somepony did. And they bucked a brick to be exact. And it was on course to intersect the foal about 50 meters before he hit the train station wall. And it did.

It did not take an astute observer to hear the bone shattering crunch as it met the right side of his jaw, and sent him spiraling to the left. To his dismay, he did not pass out from pain until after crashing through several small booths that were each selling various fruits and vegetables. Eventually, he landed headfirst on the ground and left a 10 meter long gash in the dirt in the shape of his face.

The Foal awoke to the sound of a steady beeping and a the stale scent of industrial grade cleaning products.

"No. No no no no no. NO! You idiots did NOT bring me to a hospital!" He shouted to no pony in particular.

"Ah think you meant to say 'Thanks for saving mah life, random stranger Ah've never met before who had no obligation to do so.' "

Southern drawl... why did it have to be southern drawl... freaking rednecks.

"Ah, Thank you for saving my life, whoever you are. Unfortunately, I can not see through the myriad of bandages around my face, nor can I move to move them, but are my belongings are in the room at least?"

Luna's voice sounded from somewhere to his left "Yes, your belongings and your 'trophies' are here."

"Ah, thank you Princess Luna. Did you enjoy the little show I put on in the train?"

"Yes, We did actually enjoy it. It has been too long since We have managed to witness Twilight explode in such a manner against somepony else."

"Somepony else?"

"It is my job to wake her up, usually. The guards are too terrified and I am the most durable one awake at the hour."

"I see. Well, could somepony relate to me the extent of my injuries?"

"Well, Thirteen fractures along various ribs, multiple lacerations along your left eye,  three broken-no-SHATTERED legs,  two cracked vertebrae in your lower spine, your pelvis was nearly reduced to dust, and your missing a few teeth."

"Damn, I love morphine." The Foal soon managed to fall back asleep.

He woke up to the sound of excited giggling. He mentally facehooved at dealing with another mare.

"Can't I get some dang sleep for once?"

"Sorry! Ididn'tmeantowakeyou,Iwasjustsoexcitedtothrowyouagetwellparty!!It'llbeamazing!-"

For the sake of the durability of my keyboard, I will not type out the rest of the nearly five thousand words that flowed from the pink thing's mouth in under a second.

Who you calling a pink thing?!

Pinkie, shush, you are not supposed to hear the narration.

Well, maybe if SOMEPONY wasn't typing so loud, I couldn't hear it!

I am not a pony, Pinkie. I am a narrator you halfwit.

Oh you did NOT just go there! *throws cupcake*

Did you just SAY "*throws cupcake*"?

...Maybe.

Lets just get back to the story?

Fine, but don't think this is over! One more crack like that 'pink thing' thing, and your going into the next batch of cupcakes!

Ew... I'd really rather not. Can't we just get along?

Not a chance bucko! You are on the list already!

Okay, screw this. Author, you are going to have to hire a new narrarator, or have the foal tell this in first person for the rest of the chapter.

Wouldn't that be first-pony?

And with that comment, I stormed out of my office and left the story up to the author.

Okay, let's just have the story told from The Foal's point of view, shall we? I suppose that would work. I don't hear him quite as loud...

I looked towards the smell of sugary treats and asked "Who's there? Why did you go silent after overloading my ears?"

The only reply I got was "Oh never mind that, just getting rid of a terrible narrator."

What? I decided it would be best if I just went back to sleep and let this creepy pony be creepy.

Hey author, you are going to have to get that narrator back, The Foal is a terrible story teller. Tell him that if he doesn't come back and narrate the next chapters, he's going to wake up in a chair in my basement and will end up a cupcake.