Author's Notes:

I am a horrible person... yes i know... however as compensation i made this one 4000 words... so maybe you'll forgive me? I dunno, anyways, like before this is unedited, un pre read and you can probably tell where i cut off and then restarted writing.

SO YEAH! We get more creepy shit, establish more facts, and also get to introduce (if only for a short bit) the other main character.

Also i hinted at it somewhere in the comments, but only one of the main six will be a constant character in the chapters, i have a good reason for it too, so *raspberry*

Let me know of any inconsistencies yada yada, now to look at the hate mail i received for being a lazy ass hole.

Eventually I had to come out of that Luna danged bathroom, it was hard enough tearing myself away from the mirror, the sad blue eyes that reflected back at me seemed to conjure up fresh tears and a sense of alienation.

I knew that I had to leave the bathroom, or else it would get suspiciously obvious I was trying to hide something. The main problem I have is that I'm in a newly birthed body, well somewhat new, apparently I can run and hide like a coward still.

Managing to open the door I proceed out into the train car, looking for any possible assailants or casual passerby that would notice the dual appendages and come to question my existence. I can feel the train car moving so obviously I haven't been caught, yet. I know that this train can only go so far without being stopped, but all my chips on those idiot mares ironically enough. Hopefully they can distract mo-Lu-no she deserves to be called a monster.

My mind starts to wander as I metal gear solid my way down the hallway, listening to the train bump over rail impurities. I wonder if I'll get punished for running away like this. Considering my position on the matter punishing me would be counter productive to what Luna is trying to accomplish. Of course there's always forcing me to do every whim she demands and eventually forcing love out of me. Then again she could pull the same shit with me again and try the inception trick again.

There, in the corner of my giant eyeball, a potential threat. Male, three feet in height, hat and... is that a mustache? Are you bucking kidding me! Ponies have mustaches? What's next I see a mare with a teat job? “Hello little one, are you lost?”

I freeze on the spot at these words. The come from behind me and above. Looking up I scream bloody murder as mom's face and body seemed to loom over me. She was dressed in a orderlies outfit and was smiling sadistically with sharp teeth and crazy eyes. Adrenaline started pumping and I could feel my legs, all four of them, turn to jelly. Her mouth moved again, the smile never wavering. “Are... Are you okay?” No... no... you were back there, you're distracted.

I have to run, I have to move, I have to get out of here, where can I go?! I look back at the stallion that I saw before, except he's not there anymore. My teeth begin to chattering as yet another Luna in a hat and a mustache is facing me smiling the big pointy toothed smile. No escape... no escape. “I think she's scared to death.” I feel furry hooves rubbing against my barrel. That's the last straw! I can't go back! Not now, not ever, I've gotten this far I'm not going back!

As I spun around I realized I had said that part out loud, I have to go before she catches me, have to go. Spotting a spread between my conductor mom's legs I bolt through it before she can close the gap. Forgetting anything I tried to remember from this morning, my mind is solely set on removing myself from this train car. I could hear her shout in surprise as I raced under her legs, heading for the door on the other side of the car.

Just like that, my body ceases forward movement. I look around myself and see a magical aura, not unlike mothers. I can feel my tiny heart pumping with so much fear that I'm sure I'm only a jump scare away from a heart attack.

Wait, I have a horn too. Maybe if I try to do the magic do-hicky like other ponies... In fear, my mind reaches out to the depths of my subconsciousness and suddenly I'm not longer in the train, I'm back in the same bedroom, except this time its more of a combination than separate parts. My own bed dominates the room with fragments of Luna's room splayed everywhere. It doesn't make any sense however as all the arrangements have been made into a mess and the room is in general disarray. Much to my disappoint my body is still that of a female foal's but my heart rate has begun to decrease at the realization that danger and death is no longer imminent. My eyes wander from corner to corner of the room, trying to slow my heart rate by thinking about random things. My eyes suddenly fix themselves on a photograph that dominates the eastern wall. It's of three figures, one small, one large and one skinny. I try and focus on it more and realize it's a picture of Luna standing next to human me with tiny pony me perched on her back. The large picture, frame and all is tilted sideways and looks to be hanging onto the wall just barely.

“Looking for something?”

I nearly jump out of skin as a familiar but now sophisticated little voice magically appeared behind me. Quickly spinning around I jumped back, my heart beat once again picking up the pace as I readied myself for the brain parasite.

“That's no way to greet your host.” Host, is this some cheesy realm of hers inside my head that I've suddenly stepped into? “I'm sure you have many questions, and I have many too.” She punctuated this by a glare in my direction. “But I know what you came for, I can tell what's happening outside of this cage you've put me in.” Oh, so we're going with her being innocent, I see how it's going to be bitch.

“Tell me, why should I let you run away from mommy?” Question, why are you still sane after that question? “It's in my best interest that you are removed and that I am allowed to be with my mommy again.”

“Your mommy is a psychopath that would rival most people on my...” My train of thought suddenly derailed as the statement held false for my next words and I couldn't bring myself to say them.

“My mommy is trying to save me from you!” Steeling up my courage I met her glare with mine and we began the deadly game of eye chicken. First one to look away was going to be submissive.

A minute went by before she finally looked away with tears in her eyes. “Please... I don't want to be stuck here. I'm just a little filly and now I'm stuck in this filthy place because of you.” Wait, how in Tartarus is this my fault? I did nothing! Jesus this filly is starting to dig a hole of accusations I'm not sure she can dig herself out of. “When mommy's spell to get rid of you failed and you smacked me I... couldn't hold on. My vision went black and for a minute I thought you'd killed me.” Dammit. I let my face show signs of disgust, which earned me a tearful, resentful glare. “Then I opened my eyes to this place having the mind of a foal, not a baby. This is your fault! Our personalities are so mixed up we'll never be the same unless you go!”

“Now hold on there for a second! Whoever said I was the problem! You're the one who tried to take over my body! Now you're stuck here, being a bitch to me for no reason!” I crossed my arms and stuck out my tongue. It was all very childish, but she deserved it!

“Fine.” Fine, what's fine who's fine TELL ME!

I watched her hang her head in defeat. “We will have to sort out this problem later, but for now I guess it is in my best interest as well to avoid conflict with other ponies.” She turned her head and gave me a hard promising look. “Me and mommy will get back together, that, you cannot stop.”

I blinked and quite instantly I was back on the train as if no time had passed at all. The only thing different was that I was now on the floor, covered in a soft purple glow. I guess that stupid little filly actually meant- ouch! I held my head as a searing pain streamed through it. As quickly as it came it was gone, but it was an agonizing pain like no other. I will have to be careful with what I think I guess.

After I collect my wits I realized that, given my resistance to magical approach the orderly was aiming to try a physical approach to try and trap me. I can't have that, if he gets me it's all over.

I take a step away and my leg developed a small prick of pain. No, you cannot stop me!

I let my legs do the talking as I showed the stallion my butt and hauled it out of the train car. Despite our completely opposite goals we both knew that sometimes ponies can be misleading. I could end up in some random shack somewhere. Hell I could be used as a bargaining chip. Either way Luna was going to have to find me herself.

It's odd, the relationship that I now share with the filly. I don't hear her commenting in my head like I thought. Nor do I feel like any kind of outside force is acting upon me. Hell I could just be sick as a dog and be experiencing delusions. However... given the circumstances of the previous 12 hours I will have to take everything at face value right now.

The bigger issue I have right now is wondering how I'm going to stay away from Lu-OW... from Mommy...

Sighing I turn around to find that, during my thoughts I had managed to make it to the second to last train car and lose the orderly in the process. It looks like this happens to be a sleeping car, which makes sense, it being the back of the train. It's too bad I don't...

Yawning I silently curse whatever caused me to do such an action. Whether it was the invisible silent filly, or that it was getting to the point where Mommy would put me to bed, I do not know. Maybe I did need a nap. However I can't exactly just jump into a bed and hope for the best. Hell some of these are actually occupied.

I feel a weird pull and decide to let my body follow it to an empty bed with double the necessary blankets and pillows. It also looks like some towels were placed on the bed and some extra luggage. Apparently this bed wasn't rented out to anyone in particular. Maybe I could just jump in for a small amount of shut eye.

Jumping onto the bed I tried to dig my way under the covers and behind the other things scattered upon the bed so it would be harder for me to be noticed. Stretching out as flat as possible my breathing slowed and my eyes began to close. Besides the foreign body and the brain parasite, it was nice to finally go to bed without worrying about what I'd see when I woke up.

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My internal alarm went off. I had developed the skill to wake up on subconscious command whenever I sensed Luna nearby. Looking outside I notice that the sky has not changed from night to day. Either I've slept for over 24 hours or I've just taken a quick power nap... like a little kid... Mommy darn it, these mental changes are starting to piss me off.

I check my surroundings to make sure that I had not been disturbed. A bump in the carriage signaled that we are still in motion, but I can no longer see Canterlot from my window. Maybe the train went to other places besides this 'Ponyville' and I had managed to get even further away from that dreaded pony that I must call mother now.

A sudden braking fills me full of dread. Of course not. Given how fast this train can go I estimate that either I took a really long nap, doubtful, or we aren't even that far away from Canterlot, which sucks, a ton.

Once again I felt the urge to do things I did not wish to do, but given my current state I did not argue.

Using my muzzle I poke my wings a bit, for what reason I'm not sure, but they do feel better. I wish I had a mirror so I could check my appearance, I bet I look dreadful. I bet I need a good brushing, a bath- oh god it's setting in again. I don't know how long I can bear his constant need of self grooming! I need to get out of here before I start digging through somepony else's belongings. Ah buck... not the wording too!

Sighing I stand up shakily, gain footing, and poke my tiny head through the privacy curtain. The train's deceleration seemed to have awoken many of the occupants of the sleeping car. Most of them seem to have already grabbed what few belongings they had and were preparing to depart.

I jump slightly as the bed above mine creaked. Ah crap don't tell me this is that pony's shit, then he or she will find me, holy crap this is going to go to crap really quick if I don't think of something.

Despite the urge to simply pop out and go my merry way, thanks stupid midnight, I grab a small cloth and drape it over my back. This and my small stature should help me escape notice, if only for a little bit. I ignore myself and the small glow that faintly envelopes the ends of the cloth, tying itself around my neck. Once I'm away from pony civilization I can be independent of magic and flight and the like, but for now I will just have to suffer through my crutch.

I get a small cramp in my back leg, causing me to almost trip off the bed, as an answer to my brooding. Cursing my fate I once again stealth sneak my way to the front most part of the train where passengers were already disembarking.

Slipping through the legs of the other ponies was easy. I was a foal, and a young one, hardly worth noticing. Oh crap someone is starting to look concerned, smile, SMILE!

I smile real big and the pony in question smiles back before getting off. Woo... well that's a disaster to be avoided. Let's see what's waiting for us outside the safety of the train.

I let my smile fade and my head droop as I see several guard ponies scanning the crowd, well, the ground around the crowd, possibly for me. My body took a step forward before I caught myself. No, I can't get caught, not yet. One special lavender unicorn stood out among the rest. For some reason I could not place her name, but I knew that I'd rather have five guards on my tail than her. She seemed to be scanning the crowd more meticulously than the rest. I guess I'd have to treat this like a video game and try to stay out of the pretty white vision indicator wont I?

Another pony, a light blue one that looked more like a symbol for gay pride than a pony, flew up to the lavender one and conversed before flying off again. I wonder if I can go through a window on the opposite side of the train. That would certainly make things much easier, or...

Looking down the train I see that there is yet another line of ponies getting off. Maybe if I distract the purple one and then run down, I can get away while everyone is distracted. Yes yes yes, that sounds awesome! Luna dammit...

Ignoring another prick on my legs I scan the ever dwindling line of ponies getting off before picking out a mare and a stallion talking to one another. I made my way over to the edge of the door way before sticking out a hoof and tripping the stallion. I could have tripped the mare, but the stallion would have just held her up, in this case the mare held on to the stallion, but she couldn't hold him. All in all its a funny spectacle to watch and I see the lavender mare stop searching to stare in shock at the couple.

I bolted for the other line, dodging and weaving, causes a few ponies to cry out. Screw them though I have to escape I have to get out of here! I waited until I saw another young couple before jumping in right behind them, keeping as out of sight as I could. CRAP, there's another random pony scanning the crowd!

Okay what scenarios are there? I could just give up, not an option. I could trip the couple in front of me, no that wouldn't do anything but draw attention. However, I can just hop off the steps and go under the train.

Finding no other choice I do exactly that. I quickly hid behind one of the giant wheels before surveying my target area. The forest in the distance seemed the optimal place to hide, plus there were a scant few houses in between here and there.

Midnight... wheerrrre arrrre youuuu?

I grasped my head, choking down a cry of pain as the familiar sensation of my privacy being violated returned. It didn't happen often that Luna did this to me, but apparently she hadn't forgotten now. I have to try and control my thoughts. Lets see... darkness... think quickly! I have to pick something or else she'll dig up my true intentions. Lake, I'm going swimming.

You cannot lie to me. I'm your mother, come back to me.

I let the picture of the lake take dominance. It was the only way to fool her. I try to make it more realistic. Slowly the picture became more surreal and the pressure on my head decreased, allowing me more room to think. She wasn't gone though, I have to keep focused.

Like the bell tolling death I heard the train whistle echo and the entire ordeal of the last 3 minutes played through my head like a movie on fast forward.

There you are...

With her last words I felt the pressure vanish and my thoughts became clear. I have to get to that forest or I'm toast! Taking a quick look in the direction of Canterlot my eyes widened and I almost peed myself as a minuscule, yet very threatening, dot steadily grew larger. I could tell I had no more than a couple minutes before I was toast.

It was time to start the deadliest, most important game of hide seek I've ever played, and unfortunately, there was no base.

Bolting out from under the train car I managed to catch slight raising of a voice as hooves began to move. Everything was lost to the wind as I employed every muscle I could to run faster.

It's dangerous in there.

I don't care! I'd rather fight a friggin manticore than take my chances with mommy! Only 100 yards to go, I can make it!

You'll be happier with her.

My pace slowed as I realized the voice I was hearing was not of foreign origins, but my own baser instinct. I can't let up though. If I'm to continue living as myself I must press on. Trying to double my pace I look back and see the black dot has grown to a two inch diameter circle or pure nothingness. I can even feel the rage emanating off it.

But that's not the only thing.

I tried to shake it off, but I sensed a deep sadness emanating from the ball as well. A picture of Mommy flashed through my head. Her face was contorted with rage filled intentions, but on closer look I could tell that a stream of tears also fell. I could not tell if I'd seen that far or if my mind was simply playing tricks.

Shaking my head I realized my pace had slowed and the dot had grown steadily bigger. Looking ahead I realize I have not but 25 yards to go before I am home free, but my legs no longer respond.

You love her.

I do not!

You wish to see her sadness removed.

Not at my expense

Just sit still and accept the love and care. Just sit still, just. Sit. Stillll....

The last words seemed to have an effect. My body vibrated and my pace slowed to a trot. There were only 15 yards between me and the forest. I realize that I have justified myself before. Was I right to take away from her? At first I was fighting for my individuality. With that threat no longer on the horizon was I really in any place to take away the possibility of me playing the role of a filly? Surely the both of us would make sacrifices for the other. It wasn't home but it could be, right?

Looking ahead I noticed I had gone another few yards forward. I could see the thorns on the trees now, and even more trees behind the trees. There seemed to be no end to the blackness. The filly inside me cowered.

A cool sensation flooded my body. Thou art mine little midnight...
The voice, evil and possessive, snapped me out of my trance and kick started my muscles. Sprinting the last 10 yards I jumped over a thorn bush and ducked under a low branch before slowing a bit.

I heard a massive explosion as I noticed dirt and sediment fly into the air as Mommy emerged from a crater she had caused. Her eyes seemed to hypnotize me, having the opposite effect than intended because it scared the shit out of me.

Her eyes glowed white and she pulled a long black sword from somewhere, it was probably ethereal in origin.

With a yelp I bolted deeper into the forest, ignoring the cries of anguish and yells as the guards attempted to stop Luna from entering the forest. My animal instinct of being prey kicked in and my vision narrowed. I saw nothing else but the path that I was creating. A branch struck me on the cheek, I felt hot blood flood down my cheek, but this only strength my instinct, causing me to gallop farther into the abyss.

I could barely see where I was going. Thorns and branches whacked me from all directions. My tiny body could only take so much, but I could not bring myself to slow down. All around shapes formed her face. Sometimes the face was menacing, others were soft and welcoming. Both were equally frightening to me, so I continued to run.

Jumping through a tight hole in the thorns I felt my cloak become caught on more thorns. The tiny fabricated is ripped from around my neck, pulling my forelegs up as my backlegs continued forward. The world spun as I did a flip before landing face down in the dirt.

I attempt to raise myself, but I can feel the strength ebbing from me. Lifting my head I see that I am in a clearing, one of the only spots with a hint of light. My eyes close and my brain shuts down. I let myself have a little laugh at my own expense. Maybe it was better to have gone with Luna instead of simply dying out her in the woods.

I heard a roar, not unlike a lions and the rustling of bushes. My eyes refused to open and my body refused to respond. Resigning myself to my fate I prayed to whatever God governed this world that my soul, whatever was left of it, might go to human heaven or whatever.

More rustling sounded and what sounded like hoof-steps caught my ear. “Begone you foul beast, this foal is not for you feast!”

Letting out a cough I let my mind and consciousness shut down as the blood-loss consumed me.