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"Why the hell are you doing this?" Yahtzee yelled as he sprinted past a pair of royal guards, who watched, dumbfounded, as Luna galloped past them.

"Because it's fun," she laughed as she ran through a large set of doors, into the Royal Gardens.

"Fun? Fun?" he cried. "This is about as much fun as an average MMORPG, and let me tell you, that is not fun."

"Come now, you cannot expect me to believe that you're this pessimistic."

"I sodding hate this place!" he bellowed, picking up his speed to catch the night Princess, even though he knew how helpless it was now that she was outside.

Luna quickly looked around, and smiled gleefully when she saw the perfect spot to go. Luna bounded through the gates of the palace, heading straight towards Canterlot. Yahtzee then stumbled outside, looking around in anger for the azure thief. He soon caught sight of her speeding towards Canterlot, and he only assumed she was giggling madly as she did so. Reluctantly, he began sprinting after her.

"Good evening," she said gracefully as she gracelessly ran past a pair of unicorns who were walking through Canterlot's streets.

The two unicorns looked at each other curiously before looking back at Princess Luna, who was running as fast as she could.

"My, is that Princess Luna?" a white unicorn with a monocle and dress shirt asked.

The slender, female unicorn nodded and put her head on the stallion neck

"What an odd sight. What pray tell is she doing running at this time of night?" the stallion mused as something appeared out of the corner of his eye.

"Give me back my hat you daft profligate!" Yahtzee yelled as he ran in front of the two unicorns.

The unicorns shared a confused glance with each other and looked at Luna who was still laughing as she ran away from Yahtzee.

"And just who was that?" the unicorn stallion said quietly. "Or rather what was that?"

The female unicorn gave a shrug, but continued to watch as Yahtzee barreled down the street after Luna.

"I find myself rather... Intrigued by these events, wouldn't you say?" the stallion asked bemusedly. "Let's say we go find out just what that thing was, and why it was angry at one of our majesties."

The feminine unicorn nodded and began following her companion.

"Listen, I'm not one for these little fetch quests in games, so why on Earth would I want to do one in real life?" Yahtzee yelled in a rough voice as Luna got to the center of Canterlot, her destination.

"I thought maybe you'd like the exercise," Luna smiled, growing tired herself.

"Well let's get one thing straight, I would not like that! Not one bit!" he snapped as he neared Luna, who was standing next to a tall ornate fountain.

With his target in his grasp, he threw together one last burst of energy and dashed towards his hat. Luna opened her wings and flapped them once, sending her into the air, where she then flew to the top of the fountain and sat on the top of it, smirking at Yahtzee.

"Now listen... here..." he panted, realizing that he could not fly. "I don't much appreciate... this little workout..., so how about you give me my hat... And we call it a night, hm?"

"Say please," she cooed as she spun his hat on her horn.

"What? Give me back my damned hat!"

"Odd, that didn't sound like please..." she giggled callously.

"Alright, that's it..."

Yahtzee hopped into the fountain and began trudging through the water, reaching the tall spout, which he then began to climb. Luna, not wanting to make him hate her completely, grabbed the hat with her hoof and held it down to him.

"Thank you," he grumbled as he reached for the hat, but hit the rim of it with his fingers, causing it to fall in the water. "Well that's just perfect..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it," she said hastily, taking it out of the water with her magic to give to him.

"This hat belonged to my father, and you just ruined it," he said quietly, grabbing his soggy head piece out of the air.

"Oh my goodness... I'm sorry. If I had-"

"Don't be daft, I got it on sale at a thrift store," he muttered as he squeezed the water out of the hat. "Still an inconvenience, though. Now onto more pressing matters. Why in the bloody fuck did you take my hat?"

"I wanted to meet you and become your friend."

"And you felt the best way to go about that was to steal my property and cause me to nearly have a heart attack?"

"Well, no but-"

"And then nearly ruin my hat in the process?" he added icily. "Well done then, that's exactly the sort of attitude that usually gets you hated by the one affected by you. And what kind of a Princess acts as recklessly as you do? I mean, I'm not sure if I expected the royalty of an equine ruled world to be the Queen of England, but I wasn't expecting a couple of pranksters. Granted, your guards do seem as stoned faced as the Queen's Guard, but my point remains the same. You know what? Don't even try to answer that, I'm really not too interested."

Luna watched silently as Yahtzee edged out of the fountain and began his trek back to the castle, where he expected to get a full night's rest, followed by a few other night's rests, where he would then wake up and demand a first class ticket back home.

"Pardon me, but may I ask you for your name?"

Yahtzee whipped around to see the two unicorns that he had passed in his chase smiling at him. Yahtzee felt a small wave of unease pass through him as he saw their smiles. There was something about them he didn't like.

"My name is Fancypants, and may I say it is a pleasure to meet you," the stallion said with a bow. "Will you give me the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"It's..." Yahtzee trailed off. "None of your business, quite frankly."

"Very well, if you do not wish to give me the benefit of knowing your name, then who am I to argue?" Fancypants said, turning his head to see the slender unicorn standing confidently by his side. "Ah, where are my manners, this is my darling trophy mare Fleur de Lis."

"Your name is Fancypants?" Yahtzee asked with an unimpressed gaze that would have floored a lesser stallion.

"Indeed," he chuckled.

"Why the bloody fuck is that you're name if your wearing everything but pants? A dress shirt, classy. A monocle, brilliant. But alas, no pants are on your hindquarters. And please, don't say your pants are made out of the worlds finest silk, I think that may be the point at which I punch a wall with my skull."

Fleur de Lis made a gasping gesture and turned to Fancypants.

"And you, why the hell don't you speak?" he continued curiously, turning to the slim Fleur. "It's like I'm trying to talk to an anorexic mime. An anorexic mime who doesn't seem all there at that."

Fleur stared appallingly at Yahtzee, wondering why he was saying such things. She turned back to Fancypants and awaited his answer.

"I do say it is most refreshing to meet a pony that speaks his mind," Fancypants said, smile unwavering.

Fleur de Lis turned to Yahtzee, face positively beaming and began to nodding in agreement.

"You have got to be pulling my boot..." Yahtzee groaned, annoyed at how tolerating these new ponies were.

"Why would I do that to such a fine gentlecolt such as yourself?"

"I am not a colt!" he hissed, making poking gestures to his chest. "I am a bloody human, and I'm bloody tired of these bloody ponies!"

"You certainly have a wide vocabulary," Fancypants noted jokingly.

"For the love of God, please do not tolerate me. Yell at me or something! Please!"

"I apologize, but I do not find it necessary to yell at one such as yourself," Fancypants said smartly. "I wouldn't want to miss out on the chance of meeting someone that looks like you just because of a rough start."

"Right then, I don't even want to say anymore. If you and those Princesses are trying to take the fun out of this for me, you are succeeding at an alarming rate," Yahtzee muttered sadly as he started making his way back to his temporary room. "Why the hell couldn't I have been stranded in the world of Aliens: Colonial Marines? At least I would have stood a chance there."

As Yahtzee reached the entrance to the Royal Gardens, Luna swooped down from the sky and landed quietly next to Yahtzee.

"Listen, I'm not going to accept your apology, but I'm too tired to tell you where you can stuff it," he said quietly.

"I can see that you do not wish to hear it, so I no longer have the interest in telling it to you," she said honestly.

"Oh really now?" he chuckled, unconvinced that the Princess had a sudden change of heart. "Why should I believe this isn't another idiotic attempt at making me your friend?"

"I thought about it, and realized that you were correct. I did not perform in a manner befit of royals, and for that I will apologize," she huffed, strutting ahead of Yahtzee.

Yahtzee rolled his eyes as Luna commanded the guards to open the door, watching defensively in case she made another grab for his hat, but she simply walked inside without even acknowledging him. Yahtzee shrugged, finding a slim amount of happiness in the fact that he was being left alone. Yahtzee, half expecting Luna to have told them to keep him out, walked passed the guards and started making his way through the intricate halls of Canterlot. Soon he saw the two Royal Guards stationed out front of his room and eyed them contemptibly as they both knelt down.

"What's going on?" Yahtzee asked, wary of these two guards.

"You have been given the title of Esteemed Guest of the Royal Family, and are to be treated as highly as we treat the Princesses," the one on the left said.

"Fantastic," he muttered sarcastically. "Which one was it that gave me that title?"

"Princess Celestia, sir," the guard on the right said this time. "She also requested that we are to let none other disturb you during your stay, and if anypony were to come to the door, we are to send them off."

"That... sounds rather nice, actually..." he mused, but shook his head in dismay. "Can you open the door? I've never been this tired since I listened to the Playstation Key Note's during this years E3."

"Certainly, sir," the guards said together as they pulled open the door.

"Please, don't call me sir."

"Sir?" The guards asked together in confusion.

"Listen, just do that thing where you keep others away from me and I'll be happy," Yahtzee sighed while he nodded approvingly, walking past the two guards.

"How shall we refer to you then?" the guard on the left asked.

"Uh... you know what? Just call me Yahtzee. Or Mr. Croshaw."

"Very well, Mr. Croshaw," the guards said together.

"That's better," he sighed, before slamming the door shut.

Yahtzee turned around and looked at the bed. With a yawn, he shuffled towards the bed, where he quickly laid down in the middle and began to stare at the ceiling, waiting to fall asleep. Having a bit of trouble doing so, he got off the bed and began pacing around the room. He then got an idea and ran towards the door, where he opened it a crack.

"Si- Mr. Yahtzee?" the guard on the right asked.

"Yes, hello, hi." Yahtzee said quickly, trying to skip the pleasantries. "Listen, you said you wouldn't allow anybody in, right?"

"That is correct."

"Does that include the Princesses?" he asked slowly.

"I would assume not."

"Damn, that's why I can't sleep," he sighed. "Do you know why the Canterlot nobility are so frivolous while the ones down in that Ponyville place are so uptight?"

"No, Mr.Yahtzee. I'm afraid we don't interact much with the nobility besides the Princesses, so we do not know how the majority of them act."

"Shame. They're both so different, but just as awful as each other at the same time," he said, feeling defeated he nodded at the guards and closed the door. He then opened it again and stared at the pair. "By the way, you wouldn't question your Princesses, correct?"

"Never, Mr. Croshaw."

"And you were told to treat me as you would them, aye?"

The pair of guards looked at each other uncertainly and then nodded at Yahtzee.

"Then both of you are horrible at your jobs. You're supposed to treat me as you would your Princesses, but you questioned me when I told you not to call me sir, and you said you never question the Princesses. Hardly good behavior on your part, shame on you," he said, slamming the door behind him. He then locked the door, spun around and walked to the bed, feeling more tired, but less restless. "Now I can sleep."