Sheesh, iit's been weeks since I've updated this. This chapter is MOSTLY supposed to be a bit silly, as it gives a glimpse of a dragon's curiosity. Then it's slightly serious at the end.

Begin!

The house was in a state of relaxation at the moment. Thomas and CJ had a really good time on their hang out Day, Luna was able to reach out to the world at least to a hidden degree, and STILL nothing weird happened all week. Well...almost nothing.

Margaret was having a very tough time peacefully falling asleep lately. Ever since that first weird dream She has, She couldn't seem to tear her focus away from it. The voice She heard...it wasn't only deep and very demanding...it was scary. And so She has been hearing it at least once a Day, as it it's reminding her.

Bride...

Yep, there it goes again, inwardly bothering her, and robbing her from some of her sleep. She covered her head a little bit. This was really bothering her, but She was too nervous to try and talk about it with others. Her college was already burned down by some psychotic cult that already chased after her TWICE, and Thomas as well. They'll think she's lost it at this point.

"Urghhhh..."She groaned lightly in her sleep. Her hair was a bit messy, Which could easily be fixed, unlike her mental stability. She's NOT going insane, She hears something Alright. But that still doesn't make it easy on how to break it to the others, since they're worried enough as it is. Besides, they're too busy taking care of Luna to worry about her. They should focus on her first.

All of a sudden, she felt something snuggling her chest a little. She eventually opened her eyes, then they widened in shock. Luna was lying on top of her, as her paws were simply poking at her breasts every few moments. Margaret blushed quite a bit.

"Uh...what are you doing, sweetie?" She said nervously. Luna looked back up at her face, smiling. "Morning Margaret! Awesome to see you awake!" She cheered, then poked Margaret's chest again. The robin blushed even more every time She did.

"Luna..sweetie..." She gripped her paw softly, making her stop. "Kindly stop that, Okay?" Luna obeyed, as She hopped of the bed and sat on her hunches. "What are they, Aunt Margaret?"

The robin kept her blush. This was...awkward. "W-What do you mean, sweetie?" Luna pointed at her chest. "Those thingies there. They're soft, they're warm, and they're a bit jiggly." Yep. Definitely awkward. Margaret rubbed her head. "Well you see...uh...you're still a bit...too young to learn about things like those."

Luna wagged her tail. "I'm a fast learner, remember?" Damn, that's right! Margaret sighed awkwardly. "I...still think it's still a bit early for you to hear about things like that. Maybe when you're a little bit older."

Luna nodded, somewhat understanding. "Can I sleep on them? They kinda feel like pillows, slightly softer." Margaret felt really awkward about talking about this to a young, female dragon. But for her sake, She nodded. "Maybe sometime sweetie. Not this time."

Luna nodded. "Okie dokey! " She leapt for the door and opened it with her tail. She walked out, and Mordecai walked in. Big mistake.

"Hey Margaret are you-" He stopped then and there. His face turned an unbelievable shade of red as he saw the sight before him. Margaret wondered what was wrong, then froze. If Luna was innocently feeling her chest...then...Margaret fearfully looked down.

Her bra was gone.

"OH MY GOD! She quickly covered her chest with a blanket as Mordecai shielded his eyes. "I'm sorry! Really truly utterly sorry!" Margaret blushed furiously. "No don't blame yourself Mordecai! It was sorta my fault!"

Mordecai just made his way towards the door. "No it's not! I'll...I'll just leave!" He walked into a door and closed it. Margaret sweatdropped. "That's a closet." Mordecai came back out, then went out the true exit, closing the door.

Margaret was very still for a few moments... then She fell into her pillow. "Why is it always me?!"

(With Mordecai)

"Why the heck is it always me?!" Mordecai slumped into the living room couch, gaining Rigby's and Thomas's attention. "Yo Dude, whats gotten into you?" Rigby asked.

Mordecai groaned. "Guessing it's not a good thing." Thomas shrugged. Mordecai sighed into a couch pillow. "Margaret accidentally flashed me." Rigby stopped playing his game, his controller dropping to the floor, and Thomas's eyes widened.

"Woah Dude...how'd that happen?" Mordecai sighed, head still in pillow. "Luna snuck into her room and took her bra off while She was sleeping...I walked in before She even noticed it was gone." Rigby snickered. "What? Did ya like it or something? " Mordecai jabbed him in his arm. "OW! "

"Not cool man! That was an extreme invasion of privacy and I did NOT enjoy it!" Rigby deadpanned. "Your nose is bleeding." "What, Dude stop messing with me." Mordecai felt his beak, then pulled back. He gasped as he saw the red liquid.

"AW MAN!" Thomas sighed. "Dang it...I should have been watching her better...this..." "No Thomas, it's not your fault or hers. Despite being smart, She still has a child's curiosity, so I can't completely blame her for that."

"I know...butI still feel somewhat responsible for this. I gotta keep a closer eye in her these days. She might soon become smart enough to pick a lock even." Thomas sighed again. "On the other hand...her curiosity could really leave someone in deep trouble if we don't watch her VERY carefully."

All three guys nodded nervously.

(Back with Margaret.)

She uneasily put her shirt on, and sighed while looking down. She was in front of a mirror. She cannot believe She was humiliated in front of Mordecai in THAT kind of way. So embarrassing!

"I thought things would stop being weird with him...nowI might have made it worse. I still refuse to blame Luna. She's still a young dragon, She didn't know better..."

She looked up to the mirror, to find something scaring her. Her reflection wasn't there, but a shadowy figure taking her place. "W-What the?!"

Margaret Smith...bride to be...you shall be mine soon enough. You don't have a choice, sooner or later, my daughter will be the sole reason you will be in my claws. I fare thee well for now...

The shadow disappears as Margaret's reflection returned to the mirror. After a few moments of shock, confusion, and even fear, She fell to her knees, wings in the ground, and panting slowly.

Bride? Daughter? C-Claws?! What the living heck was that thing?! And how does it know my name?!

I know its short, but its all I can manage right now. Please don't be so harsh on this.

Anyway,bye!