The strange thing, was the whole time they where here, the CMC never seemed to notice me, like I was just not there at all. Scootaloo had been overjoyed to see Mirage, while Applebloom and Sweetie begun chatting with Cloak, Twilight and Spike.

After a few hours, Sweetie and Applebloom left, saying they had things they needed to do, leaving Scootaloo to her own devices.

“It's been awhile, hasn't it Scoots?” Her head spun to face me faster than I thought possible, as her eyes widened.

“EEEEK!” She jumped to her hoofs and tried to bolt, only to trip and fall on her face. Did… she only just notice me? It’s not like I was with Ribbon and had shade mode going, or was hiding inside a shadow. sure, I was standing in one, but not actively hiding in it. She pointed at me as she backpedaled. “M-monster!”

Mirage almost immediately hissed at Scootaloo, causing the filly to freeze up. “No! No mean to Mama!”

“...Sorry, I should have realized you wouldn't recognize me now.”

“W-wah?” I could still sense the fear coming from her, so i tried my best to explain further.

“Its me, Scootaloo. Chitsuki, remember?”

“P-prove it!”

“Giant lizard spewing death rays?” Whatever fear was still coming from her quickly evaporated as recognition spread across her face. Scootaloo quickly sprung to her hooves and glomped me, with Mirage following right after. “Woah, too much hugs!” The combined force of being glomped by a pony and a changeling caused me to fall over, where I giggled as scootaloo had a bit of an emotional moment.

“I missed you, Chi.”

*later that night.*

I still can’t believe they guilted me into playing this stupid game. Having a nymph, and a foal giving you puppy dog eyes reduces all but the strongest wills to dust. “Alright Scoots, your turn.”
Scootaloo spun the bottle, a rather malicious grin on her face, before it came to a stop, pointing at Twilight.

“I dare you to… Scramble the bookshelves.” Twilight looked at Scootaloo in disbelief before looking at her beloved library, and gulped. None the less, she levitated the books around and mixed them up, No doubt making a ton of work for poor Spike in the morning. Twilight spun the bottle where it eventually came to rest pointing at Cloak.

“Truth, What's the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

“Ok, well. I once stood in front of a mirror and… turned into what I thought I would look like as a… as a Queen changeling.” Cloak almost whispered the last part as her face lit up in an emerald blush that she attempted to hide.

“You… I don’t see the big deal. You’re a shapeshifter.” Twilight mumbled.

Scootaloo leaned over and whispered to Twilight. “I think it's a changeling thing.”

Now, it was cloaks turn, and as she spun the bottle, I heard Twilight snickering. The bottle came to rest pointing at me. “I dare you to turn into a filly for the rest of the night.”

I groaned. “Oh fine.”

“And! You have to call Twilight ‘mom’.” Dissolving into a cloud of miasma, I condensed, until I reformed into a much smaller version of myself.

“Yooouuu’re eeeevil!” I said in my best imitation of a whiney three year old, complete with dramatic hoof pointing. Everyone started laughing. I looked at Twilight, trying my best not to blush or giggle. “Whats so funny, mom?” Twilight froze and every one laughed even harder.

Spinning the bottle with my magic, I grinned sadistically as it came to a stop facing Twilight. “I dare you to… Dance. Dance like a trained monkey!” I began to cackle, which in the voice of a three year old filly.

“Umm, you might want to step back, I’ve seen her dance.” Scootaloo Chimed in, sounding worried.

“How bad could it be?” I watched as Twilight groaned and stood up. And I wasn’t sure if she was dancing or having some kind of seizure “Ok, it’s bad.” Twilight huffed, and sat back down.

“Perhaps we should do something else before things get any more awkward?” Cloak suggested

“Yes, lets.”

Ghost stories. just the word caused me to feel a slight thrill at the thought of causing fear, I had to go first! “Ghost stories are so me. I’ve got the first one.” I cleared my throat and readied myself for the tail as Twilight dimmed the light coming from the crystals. “Do you know about Bloody Mary?”

Twilight felt the need to grab blankets to protect herself and Cloak look nervous about the name alone. Scoots and Mirage were already asleep after their impromptu pillow fight so I didn’t need to worry about them. “She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch.”

I used my magic to control the shadows to make a silhouette of an old pony behind me with ragged clothes. “No-one dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors and their children.”

I continued using magic to act out the scenes of the story like shadow puppets. Twilight was hugging the blanket that was wrapped around her and Cloak had taken to hiding under one of them too. I felt a strange satisfaction in seeing my story make them hide.

“Then the little fillies in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing fillies. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the little ones, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.”

I could tell Twilight did not like where the story was going. Good. She’s not supposed to like the story, it wouldn’t be scary if she did. Cloak had much the same expression as Twilight as the shadow villagers questioned the now younger silhouette of the witch.

“Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the filly out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the filly, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.”

“The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.”

Both Twilight and Cloak’s eyes were wide as they watched the puppets behind me.

“The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.”

Cloak had ducked under her blanket for safety as the shadowy witch was burned by black flames while Twilight, apparently the bravery of the two, continued to watch in morbid fascination.

“As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.”

Cloak had poked her head back out of her covers and Twilight was shivering. I reached out with my magic in the hopes of grabbing a mirror and making a shadow behind them to scare them at the end of the story.

“From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will forever be trapped in the mirror.”

I brought forth the mirror and noted the horrified look both of them had, as if they knew what was about to happen to them. “Bloody Mary.” I readied the shadow behind them. “Bloody Mary.” I gave it some real volume so it looked like it was really there. “Bloody Mary.” I waited a moment and pointed the mirror at them so they could see the figure behind them. With looks of dread and horror, they looked back and screamed! I laughed as they bolted out of the room leaving only the blankets behind.

...Now I have to go calm them down, don’t I?

Making my way after them, I eventually found them shivering in the corner, Scootaloo and Mirage staring at them. “Did I really scare the two of you that badly?”

“YES!” was there synchronized reply.

“Then remind me to not tell you the really scary stuff. It was just an elaborate prank.”

“A prank. Glad to see you have a more warped sense of humor then Discord.” Twilight all but yelled at me.

“Hey now, that’s uncalled for. I’m not just some mindless troll who does everything for the lulz.”

“Its not the weirdest thing shes done either.” Cloak pointed out, a shit eating grin on her face.

“huh?”

“Oh, all those times her and Ribbon had ‘fun,’ Like that time the Queen took her for a ‘walk’ in front of the who-”

I held Cloaks jaw shut in my magic, giving her a scathing glare. “If you finish that sentence I’ll make sure your sleep is riddled with nightmares beyond compare for weeks!”

“Fun? Walk? ...I don’t get it.”

When I let her go her horn lit up and quickly spewed out a bunch of words. “ChiwearsacollarwhiletheQueenleadsheraroundwithaleashlikeapet! Thewholehivesawit!” When she was done she gasped for air and I glared at her with all the hatred I could muster. “Worth it.”

“I hope so because the first one will be very gory.” I growled at her.

“How come I didn’t get to hear what she said?” Scootaloo complained. So that was why Cloaks horn was glowing, she was keeping Mirage and Scootaloo from hearing that.

“B-because you’re too young to hear this kind of thing…” I saw the massive blush on Twilights face. “Now back to bed, both of you. The excitement is over.”

I noticed Cloak suddenly freeze up, looking rather worried, and I had a sneaking suspicion why.

-Ribbon?-

‘Yes?~’

-You wouldn't happen to be speaking to Cloak, would you?-

‘I may have threatened her. Just a little.’

-Is that all?-

‘Ok, I might have threatened her with a spitroast, so it’s within her best interests she keep her mouth shut about what you and I do.’

-...I’m okay with that. When will you be back, anyways?-

‘When the griffons are gone. Whenever that is.’

While Twilight was being pestered by scootaloo to tell her what Cloak said, I sauntered over to the nervous changeling, and smirked, before whispering into her ear, in a seductive tone. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” Cloak made a choked squeaking sound, causing me to grin wider. Leaving Cloak to stew, I made my way to Twilight, before gently tugging on her hoof. As she looked down at me, I held my hooves up, and gave her the best attempt at puppy eyes I could muster. “Mommy? can you hold me? I’m scared.”

“Don’t you think your going a bit far with that?”

I just continued with the puppy eyes, making my lower lip tremble. “Pwease?”

“No.” Twilight bopped me over the head with a pillow, causing a sinister grin to appear on my face as the feathers settled.

“You do realize, this means war?” I yanked the offending pillow out of twi’s magical grip, before inhaling deeply. “PILLOW FIGHT!” Scootaloo and Mirage were up in a heartbeat, trying to find the source of the noise, before Twilight begun transfiguring pieces of paper into pillows and flinging them every which way.

Cloak dove behind a table where she begun amassing a pile of pillows, trying to wait out the barrage and counterattack, while Mirage dashed up the wall, where Twilight would either have to divert her attention to properly aim at the rapidly moving little ball of energy, exposing herself to everyone else, or let the nymph go unimpeded. Scootaloo began zipping every which way on the ground, flinging the occasional pillow into the air, which mirage would grab and use her height advantage to bean everypony else despite their cover. I simply grabbed a pillow and melted into the shadows, circling around Twilight, and emerging behind her, beforing beaning her in the back of the head with a pillow, and sinking back into the shadows before she could retaliate. I Noticed Cloak grab the mirror I had used for my ghost story, and was using using it to allow herself to launch pillows without fear of a counterattack. Gliding through the shadows, I appeared behind her, smirking, before smacking her with a pillow, giggling like a madman.

*Flump!* And promptly got beaned by Mirage. She began giggling excitedly, only for Cloak to take a potshot at her as I slinked back into the darkness.

three hours. Thats how long it too for everyone to tire out. Cloak was the first to reach her limit, not having the earth pony stamina of me or twilight, nor the limitless energy of Mirage and Scootaloo. Twilight was the second to tire, all that magic had taken a toll on her. I was the next to give in, just unable to keep up with Mirage and Scoots. After a short celebration, Mirage turned on Scootaloo, and buried her under every pillow she could find with her magic. All of us being too tired to bother moving them, we all flopped on top of the pile once Scootaloo had dug herself out.