Nightmare Night

So here you are, in Rarity's storeroom.
Nightmare Night is at the end of the week and you need to make a costume.
Apart from being generally tradition to make your own, most tailors struggle with your proportions.
"Let's see what we've got here"
Rooting through the boxes... you find rather alot of green cloth.
Maybe go as Link.
Hmm, grey wool. Gandalf?
Is this iron sheeting? Why the hell does Rarity even have this?
Could do for a Knight costume, paint it green and go as the Master Chief.
As you rummage through more boxes, you freeze as a sudden thought hits you.
Ponies have no idea who or what those things are.
You can't even fall back on good old default Grim Reaper.
Dropping the materials you'd picked up and leaning back against the wall, you ponder this conundrum.
Your inner Twilight demands research, you sure as hell don't want to be that guy who needs to explain his costume.
To Twilight's place! Wait shit no, that would ruin the surprise.
Well the only other library you know is in Canterlot.
To Canterlot!

---------Later in Canterlot Castle Library---------

You've been pouring over books for hours. History, legends, fiction, stuff that didn't make sense.
It's not been productive.
Ponies, gryphons, various other four legged creatures.
Bipeds don't crop up often. A costume with four legs is well beyond your abilities to make.
That leaves minotaurs, hmmm, you can't help but feel that'd be slightly lame.
Like an american dressing up as a canadian for halloween.
"Ugh"
Flopping down on the book strewn desk, you try to rack your brains.
Wait that's it. Biped!


--------Nightmare Night---------

"DISCORD!"
"Woah! Did you put on weight?"
"Twilight, Spike. It's me."
"Oh Anon, thank goodness. That's a really convincing costume."
"Yeah!"
"Thanks guys."
Convincing? Yeah it's not crap but you're no Rarity.
Whatever, you're not going to reject a compliment.
"So what's there to do on Nightmare Night?"
"Well Pinkie is taking the fillies and foals Trick or Treating, they travel around everypony's homes-"
"I know what Trick or Treating is, and I think I'll pass. I'll never have a ponies love of sugar."
Twilight giggles, Spike looks horrified by that statement though.
"In that case, there's plenty of games and activities."
What follows is an evening of innocent fun. Applebobbing, spider throwing, pumpkin catapulting.
A reminder of why you'd never leave this place, there's no cynicism or judgement. Just fun, adventure and happy endings.
"Come on Anon, it's time for the fireworks!"
It's not fireworks as least as you know them.
It's a squad of Unicorns using magic.
Squeezing onto a bench with your seven best friends, Pinkie already Ooohing and Aaahing before the fireworks have even started, you get comfy.
This is nice. This is a perfect night.