Moon's Second Rise Part 1

>be Anon
>You found out that there was a special edition Princess Luna toy being sold
>Since you're a Lunafag you bought it the first thing you could
>Strange, though, you never saw any trace of it afterwards or anything about it on the internet
>You've been having strange dreams ever since too, in which you've been Princess Luna
>Just last night you had one where you met the Elements of Harmony and a little colt named Pipsqueak which you remember as the episode of the show Luna Eclipsed
'I still miss that little faggot,' you think
>Suddenly before you can think about what you just thought while browsing /mlp/ your doorbell rings
>You stand up suddenly, excitement filling you. It's finally here!
>You walk towards the door and open it with extreme prejudice
"IS IT... Here...?" You trail off, noticing no-one at the door
>Oh well
>You could have been just imagining it
>You're about to turn around when suddenly something brown catches your eye
>You look down and notice a masterfully crafted wooden box
>It has the symbol of Luna's cutie mark on it surrounded by vines
>It's the size of your head if you were to turn it vertical
>You move to pick it up
> Carefully, you put your hands on either side of it
>Suddenly a tingling feeling shoots through your arms and down your spine
>You freeze for a few seconds before shaking your head
"Must be imagining things..." you mutter
>You stand back up and carefully walk towards your computer desk
>Putting the box down on the desk you sit down
>You take out your phone you snap a pic of it
>Looking at the front you look for its opening mechanism
>There's a golden latch there
>The latch is shaped like a little moon
>Kind of fitting
>You reach your hand towards the box, but hesitate
>Shaking your head, you unlatch the box and slowly, carefully open the lid
>Through a small gap, you can see a shining blue light encompassing the whole inside of the box
>Finally you open the box and a blue light explodes throughout the room
>The light dies down
>Your eyes surprisingly aren't burned
>You raise a hand to your forehead and sigh
>Nothing happened apparently
>As far as you know
>Shrugging your shoulders, you look in the box properly
>Just as it said, the greatest collectible Luna in the world is staring at you
>You smile
>Picking up the phone you look at it
>...You frown
"Stupid fucking piece of shit," you grumble
>It broke
>Again
>Now you can't even use it for calling friends
>If you had any
>Not that you do given you're forever alone
>...okay, that's exaggerating a bit but still
>You look at the computer
>/mlp/ is still open on it
>You contemplate whether or not to fap
>You decide against it after a few seconds of thinking
>You feel pretty tired actually
>Odd given it's about 5 in the afternoon
>Well maybe not that odd given your night-time... Hobbies
>Still though you usually get tired at least 2 hours after 5
>You shrug, looking at your bedroom of your little apartment
>It's not the best place to live but whatever
>It's certainly better than the time you were a basement dweller
>Your parents basically kicked you out of the house at 19 and forced you to get a job
>Being an adult sucks dick
>You stand up yawning
>Adjusting your glasses (yes, you wear glasses) you stumble over towards your room
>You try and open the door bot your hand slips off it
>You try again
>It still happens
>It keeps happening
>You stop it and look around
>At least there's a couch in this tiny place
>You move over to it in a zombie-like state
>Yawning again, you collapse onto the couch head-first
>...
>After careful consideration you turn your head to face the roof
>Your eyes feel heavy
>Slowly, you close them
> >
> >
> >
> >"Luna, if we don't do this, the-"
> "Rest of the world is doomed, yes," you say, nodding. "Thou hast told us thine plans with much ado more than once. We believe that we hath grasped what thou art saying."
> >Your sister sighs. "Sorry, Luna. It's just that I wish for my little ponies to live on, even through this disaster."
> "As do we, fair sister; as do we," you say, your eyes going down to face the ground
> >You paw at it with your hoof, your heart heavy
> >You feel a hoof on your shoulder
> >You look up, your face one of sadness
> >"Don't worry, Luna; you know that I'll be with you wherever the spell takes us," your sister says, a reassuring smile on her face
> >"As will the friends you've made here, too," she continues
> "...I see." You nod, then compose yourself. "And we shalt wake up-"
> >"Within your new life's 21st year, yes," nods your sister. "Are you ready?"
> >You try and put on a brave face; after all, a princess should fear nothing
> "I'm ready," you say.
> >You aren't
> >Regardless, your sister nods, and a light appears on her horn
> >Suddenly, magic saturates the air
> >You can feel far more magic than you ever have before
> >Your sister's full power, unimpeded by her need to control the sun, is far greater than your own
> >You would even compare it to Discord's power
> >Not just as powerful, of course, but you would not admit that to the foalish Draconequus' face
> >You brace yourself
> >Everything goes black
> >
>
>
>Your eyes open wide, and you catapult forward, breathing heavily
"What the fuck-" You start, but stop, and bring your hand up to your mouth
>A hard substance smacks you in the nose when you do
"Shit!" you hiss, your face screwed up in a grimace
>Shaking your head, you try to fight through the pain and open your eyes
>There's a huge dark-blue blob that's fuzzy in front of your face.
>You blink a couple of times but it refuses to come into focus
>Then you realise you're still wearing your glasses
>You're short-sighted, after all
>You put your hands up to the side of your head, the blob moving as you fumble with the glasses
>For some reason your fingers are numb
>After a bit, you manage to take them off
>You set them down on the ground next to you
>Your vision comes into focus
>Surprisingly everything is super clear
>However, something is... off
>After merely a second of searching, you realise what's off
>The end of your nose is further away from your eyes than before
>Also, your skin is blue
Your eyes widen. "The fuck...?" you murmur, your face wearing a look of confusion
>Apparently you have blue skin now
>You move your right hand up to your face to touch it
>Instead of a hand, though, what appears is something you recognize very well
"A hoof...? But that's impossible!" you say to yourself, shaking your head.
>After all, they aren't real
>But what you're seeing can't be faked
>You experimentally try to flex your hand a few times
>The hoof curves in and out several times
>There are two choices for what you can do; firstly, you could stay there and look at your hoof for a few hours
>Secondly, you could go and find a mirror to see yourself in (although that would require getting up)
>...
>Fuck it, you'll get up
"PONY ROOOOLL!" you shout like a total asshole, and roll off the couch
>As befitting of a total asshole, you fall down onto the floor face-first
"...Ow."
>You grunt
>Well, at least you're on the ground
>Now to get over to your bathroom
>You think you're forgetting something, but it's probably nothing
>Shaking your head, you try and bring up your front legs
>You fail
>You try to remember how the ponies in the show did it
>Suddenly, it seems easier than it was before
>You stand, and for some reason, it feels like second nature now
>Huh
>Come to think of it, you weren't really thinking when you stood, so maybe you should just leave it up to your body to do the walking?
>You look over to your bathroom
>Worth a try, right?
>Not thinking about it, you trot over to the door
>A grin splits your face
>Hey, maybe you can open doors the same way other ponies in the show do
>You reach your hoof up and unconsciously grasp onto the doorknob, trying not to think about it
>Slowly, you turn your hoof
>The handle squeaks, showing just how shitty your apartment is
>At least it didn't fall off this time
>You open the door to the cleanest room of the house
>The bathroom
>Even though you're 21, your mother insists on visiting you to clean your bathroom every day
>Not like she has to
>She still thinks you'll amount to something
>You walk in, surveying the area, and look for the sink
>There it is
>There's just one problem
>It's too high for your head to reach over
>Juuust high enough
>You think your ears flatten
>/mlp/ would kill to see this
>Shaking your head, you decide to rear up to see yourself in the mirror
>You do so, your hooves catching onto the sink
>You look at the mirror, and suddenly you don't feel too good
>Staring you in the face is a pony who you've adored since you've seen her, and related with
>The dark eyes, the literally starry hair
>You're Princess Luna
"...Son of a motherfucking bitch."
>Inside, you feel the beginning of a panic coming on
>You feel cold, like a chill is going through you
"Oh, god, what the fuck..." you say again, your voice quieter this time but not any lower.
>You feel like you're going to hyperventilate
>You always dreamt of being Luna - sometimes literally on occasion, although that happened every night since you ordered that figure
>But you never actually wanted to be her
>It was always just a far-fetched fantasy
>Well, now you are her
>And you honestly don't know what to do
>You let go of the sink and fall to the ground, stumbling on your four legs for a bit
>You fall on your rump
>Everything's moving too fast for you
>You probably should do something at least
>But what?
>Learn magic, or flight?
>Suddenly, interrupting your thoughts, you hear the doorbell ring
Your eyes widen. "Shit... Not now, not now!" You really hope this isn't who you think it is.
>"Anooon! Are you in there?" you hear a voice shout from the direction of your door.
>Fuck, it is
>You resist the urge to smack your face with your hoof, and at the same time the urge to panic
>It's the voice of your best friend, Andre
>The two of you were going to watch a whole bunch of shitty old movies today, a guilty pleasure of yours
>Andre introduced you to that guilty pleasure
>Oh, yeah, he also introduced you to Ponies
>The series which you are currently a character from, apparently
>Your ears flatten again, and you remind yourself to not panic
>"Dude! You there?" Andre shouts in
>A pang of guilt flashes through you, but you dismiss it
>You can't let him find out. That would be
Bad
>You hear the door of your apartment suddenly creak, and see the handle turning
>You freeze
>Shit, you forgot to lock the door
>Your mind helpfuly reminds you that even if you did remember Andre would have gotten into your apartment anyway
>He knows where you keep the spare key, after all
>You get out of the doorway of your bathroom before the door fully opens
>"Huh... Where is the little dude?" Andre asks himself
>You bristle in indignation at his comment. He always calls you that
>You're 5'10", not a midget! He's just 6'6" and a giant!
"I'm not sh-" you begin to say, before your eyes widen and you clap a hoof over your mouth
>It stings, but it doesn't hurt
>"Huh? Who said that?" you hear Andre say, his voice gaining a curious tone to it
>You gulp
>This can't be good...
>"...wait, was that a lady's voice I heard? It sounded familiar, but that must be a coincidence. But this means..." Andre says, and you can almost feel the grin that's probably spreading across his face right now
>"Oh, yeah! The little dude's finally lost his virginity!"
>Suddenly, a huge rage overtakes you, and you walk over to the door of your bathroom, seething
"WE ARE NOT A VIRGIN!" you shout, a red haze obscuring your view as you glare at Andre
>Suddenly, he whips around to look at you
>Your eyes meet, and your ears stand up straight as you fall on your rump
>You see his light-green ones widen
>You do the thing that almost everybody would probably do if this happened
>You freeze
>After a few seconds, Andre speaks
>"...Anon?" he tries, his voice wavering
>Your eyes flicker to the left, and your ears flatten themselves against your head once more
>Andre blinks, his jaw dropping
>For a few seconds, his mouth opens and closes, like it's trying to find the words but it just can't
>Finally he speaks again
>"A-and you're Princess... L-Luna?"
You glance down at the ground, scuffing your hoof at it. "...Yes."
>It's still odd, that voice coming out of your mouth
>Andre, meanwhile, opens his mouth again, then closes it once more, before opening his mouth again
>"...So, how did this happen?"
You sigh. "I-I... I have no idea."
>There wasn't much that happened last night that you would think would have done this, except maybe the Luna figure-
>You stop, your eyes widening
"...Actually, I-I think I have some idea of how this is happening."
>Andre nods. Then, he waits for a second, before speaking again
>"Please tell me this is actually happening, and not just a dream?" he asks, his eyes suddenly shining
Your eyes shift from side to side, before you sigh. "...Y-yeah, this is real."
>The grin he grows could give Pinkie Pie a run for her money. "Awesome!"
>Yep, Andre's a crazy motherfucker.
You compose yourself and shake your head. "Alright, Andre; I need you to listen to me and not interrupt me."
>Andre nods. "Got it, Anon!" he says, his thumb going up as he gives a really wide smile
>You very nearly start to panic, but take a few deep breaths, then glare at Andre
"Don't do something like that, you dick!" you snap.
>Andre just laughs
You compose yourself, and then your expression turns serious. "Anyway, as I was saying... You know how I told you about that Limited Edition Luna figure?"
>Andre nods, tilting his head. "Yeah, I think so, man; I think so..." He nods further.
"Well it came- Yesterday? Today's the 6th, right?" Andre nods, and you continue. "Yes, yesterday. The weird thing is, though... It was delivered in a decorated wooden box, and when I opened it, there was a blue flash."
>"A blue flash, huh?" You nod, and Andre grins. "Well, go on!"
"After the blue flash, I realised that I was tired. So tired I couldn't even open a door. So..." You shrug. "I collapsed on the couch, woke up about five minutes ago, and here we are."
>"You seem calm about it though, squirt," Andre teases, and you growl
"I'm trying not to panic about... This...?"
>You stop after realising something. Andre's looking out the window, not really paying attention to you
"...Andre? What is it?" you ask, tilting your head.
>Andre focuses on you again, no longer distracted; his eyes widen after a few seconds
>"Hng... I think I'm going to have a heart attack!" he says, gasping
You roll your eyes. "Oh, quit it. But still, what's wrong?"
>"Oh, nothing, shorty. Hey, lemme ask you a couple of questions!" Andre says
You notice the segue almost immediately, but decide to humor him. "Alright; what are they?"
>"Firstly, were you having dreams about becoming Luna, and if so for how long have you had them? And secondly..." At this, Andre's face grows dead serious as he looks you in the eyes. "Why did you refer to yourself using the royal We just earlier?"
>You look at Andre, your eyes wide.
"...W-what?" you breathe, barely even able to speak. "How did you-"
>"How'd I know? Well, it was kind of obvious, you know," he chuckles. "When you first saw Nightmare Moon in the show, you froze like a deer in the headlights."
"T-that's not why-" you start, attempting to deny his claims.
>"Oh, don't give me that," he snorts, interrupting you
>Your ears flatten
>Shit, it looks like Andre is getting serious
>When he gets serious, he can actually be fairly serious
>"That wasn't the only thing, after all. You did always act odd after watching an episode with Luna in it and finished her sentences."
"B-but that was-"
>"Yes, just a coincidence," he sighs. "That's what I thought at first, too. But then... Well, you know how I crash at your place sometimes?"
>You nod. Sometimes he kind of needs to.
>"You talk in your sleep."
You blink. "Wait, what?"
>"I'm not kidding," he insists. "You really do talk in your sleep. Loudly, too."
>He chuckles. "The first time I heard it, I had thought it was a coincidence, since it was before you had seen the show. But..." He shakes his head. "Afterwards, you still talked in your sleep, using words like 'plot' and 'bucking' before I had even introduced you to the fan fiction."
"..."
>You remain silent.
>Andre takes that as an invitation to continue. "And then, well..." He trails off, mumbling something underneath his breath.
You cock an eyebrow. "Um, what was that?"
>He mumbles again, slightly louder. This puts you in a cold sweat. Andre doesn't mumble unless something is really off.
"Diiidn't quite catch that," you say, smiling nervously as a hint of fear flashes into your eyes.
>"I started to have dreams too, okay?" Andre says, this time loud enough to hear. You can tell he's straining his voice to keep from snapping. But the contents of his sentence take a moment to sink in.
"Wait, did you say that y-you're having dreams like I have too?" you ask, ears flat.
>He nods. "Well, yeah."
"...Who were you in those dreams, again?" Your head tilts, and you're reminded of your situation when you realise just how much taller than you he is.
>Oh, wow, he really is huge.
>He's like a giant.
>Naturally, you quash your desire to panic as Andre is thinking to himself.
>Finally he speaks up. "Well, I was... Mrmb..." He grumbles the last bit, making it so you can't understand him.
"You're mumbling again," you point out.
>"...Fine! I was Princess Celestia!" he snaps.
>You blink.
"...what?"
>You know that Andre always hated Celestia.
>You don't know why, though.
>"Iiiit's not important; don't we have anything else to discuss?" He smiles desperately, attempting to distract you.
Oh, no, you aren't going to let this go. "So, you're dreaming that you're Celestia?" you ask.
>"Well, yeah, but don't you want to-"
"Listen to what you're going to say? Nope, not a chance in hell. So, you really dreamt you were Celestia?"
>"Yes, okay?!" Andre snaps. "Not like I wanted to!"
You snort, and begin to laugh. "Oh, thou dost crack us up, sister!"
>Suddenly, Andre's anger melts away and is replaced by a face of confusion.
>His mood can change very quickly; he mostly keeps a mask on his emotions in public, though, which only people who've known him for a while can see through.
"...What? Did I do something wrong?
>"What was that you said?" he asks.
"I said you crack me up, Andre! Are you deaf?" you ask sarcastically.
>"Really? Because I heard you say, and I'm quoting you here, 'thou dost crack us up, sister.'" He says it in a mockery of your voice. After a few seconds, he blinks, and puts his hand to his chin. "Actually, that's not the first time I've heard you speak like that..."
>What? Why did he think you called him 'sister?'
"No way, sis. You must've been hearing things," you scoff.
>"There, you did it again, see?" Andre accuses. "You called me 'sis' this time."
You raise an eyebrow. "Preeetty sure I called you 'man.'"
>Andre shakes his head with a sigh. "Sure, why not; I'll just drop the whole thing. Anyway... Let me tell you why I came here today." He blinks, before adding "aside from the movie marathon of course."
You blink. "Wait, so you're here for a reason other than that?
>"Yeah, I am." Andre nods. "The truth is, well..." He takes his backpack off his back, and walks over to his lounge. You follow him, and sit.
>"Well. I found a wooden box, just like the one you showed me."
You stare. "...what?"
>"Yes, I did," he nods. "I was going to tell you a bit earlier, but, well..." he gestures vaguely in your direction. "You know."
To prove his point, he opens up his backpack, rummaging through it before pulling out a similar wooden box. Your jaw drops open. "B-but- how?!" you stammer.
>Andre looks away. "I... I don't know." You get the feeling he's lying.
>Now's not really the best time to bring that up, though. You feel it would be better to do that later.
"...So, what's in it?" your mouth blurts out, for some reason out of synchronization with your brain.
>He's quiet. "Well, I haven't looked yet. Maybe we could open it now?"
You think for a second, then shake your head. "No, actually. I think we should give our friends a ring and ask if something's going on with them."
>Andre thinks for a second, then slowly nods. "Yeah, let's try that... How about Josh first? He's usually calm and collected."
"Good idea. By the way, you call him, please."
>Andre's head tilts. "Why?" he asks suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.
"...Hello? Pony here? He won't hear me; he'll just hear a random woman."
>Slowly, Andre nods. "Alright, then." He takes his smartphone out of his pocket, and enters the login code, before starting the call and waiting for a few seconds.
>He's silent. Then he speaks up. "No answer."
"Oh well, he must be busy," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "It's not like it's the worst day of his life."

>You're Josh, a friend of Anon, and today is the worst day of your life.