Discord was lying in his cloud hammock, inside the old hedge maze. He stretched out his arms and let out a big yawn. He smacked his lips together. “That was a nice nap! Oh, its such a beautiful day!” He pointed to his mouth and made a gagging croak. “Why doesn't it ever rain here? If it did, I would be able to stay inside and annoy Celestia all day,” he sighed.
A fluffy pink bird flew across the sky, singing its wonderfull song. “Hmm, I wonder what Pinkie is up to.” He grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of nowhere and planted them onto his face. through these magical shades he could see anything he wanted. “Target Pinkie pie. Location Ponyville bakery!” His shades made a lot of buzzing and zooming noises until they finally settled onto Pinkie pie.
Pinkie was standing in the kitchen, gathering the ingredients she needed for a cake. “Dashie is coming over today and I’m going to bake her a cake!” Pinkie sang.
Discord stroke his beard and it started to purr. “So Pinkie is baking a cake, huh.” He looked at the cookbook laying on the table. “Oh my, that looks like very boring cookbook. I won’t stand for it! Something has to be done!” His eyes flashed a menacing yellow and he let out a sinister laugh.
He took a deep breath and stuck his head into one of the lenses on his glasses.
His head popped out inside the kitchen and he inhaled deeply. He could not see Pinkie, but he hear her humming to herself. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat. “Wahhhh! Wahhhh! Wahhh!” he cried out in a very high pitched tone and due to him being…himself. The sound magically came from the living room instead of his mouth.
Pinkie stopped what she was doing “Pound cake?” She walked out from the kitchen, leaving Discord’s floating disembodied head all alone.
Discord’s severed head floated over to the kitchen counter. He found Pinkie’s cookbook and read the books title out loud to himself. “How to cake a bake.” He raised one of eyebrows. “What is wrong with the authors these days? I can make a better pun in my sleep,” He mumbled to himself.
“That won’t do! Pinkie deserves something a lot more fun.” He lowered his head and proceeded to eat the book. “Omnom, Nom, Nom! Gulp!” He finished off the book and let out a majestic belch. Now that the boring old book was gone, he put his prank in motion.
His beard took the shape of a hand and snapped its fingers.
A terrifying black book appeared in a puff of smoke. The book’s spine was decorated with the bones of infant ponies and had two skulls on each end. The book’s backside was written in an ancient long forgotten language with something that looked very similar to blood. It had a big white pentagram on the front and,a glowing green headline that read. “Necronomicon.”
“Hmm, that name sound a little too revealing.” He snapped his beard once more and the text on top of the book rewrote itself. Discord let out a laugh and disappeared in a puff of neon blue smoke.
A slightly confused Pinkie returned to the kitchen. “Both Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake is at the park today. So who did I hear?” Pinkie took a moment to think about the situation, but she quickly forgot about it and returned to her baking. She grabbed some eggs from the refrigerator and put them on the table. She walked over to her cookbook. “Necro-om-nom-nom-icon? That’s a funny headline and I bet the recipes inside are super yummy!”
She opened up the book and the pentagram began to glow in a eerie red color. Suddenly the spirits of the damned came flying out and they were screaming like there was no tomorrow. “Argh! Death! Decay! The end of the world as we know it!”
Pinkie scratched her head in confusion. “Hey! You guys quiet down! You are lucky that the twins are out for the day! Now get back inside the book so I can start baking!” she commanded.
The spirits looked at each other in great confusion for a moment. Eventually they shrugged their shoulders and slowly returned to the book’s void like insides.
“Wow! This is the first time I have ever seen a back-lit book! This is awesome, but I would prefer if the light was pink instead of red.” The book let out a tortured moan, it sounded eerie similar to that of a fictional zombie, but for some reason it caused the red glow to slowly change into pink. “Thank you, Mr book!”
“Anything for the master!” A deep dark and very tired voice said.
Pinkie put on a pink chef’s hat and pretended to roll up her sleeves. She then donned her evil mustache for some unexplainable reason. “Let’s get to baking!” She said in a phony Russian accent.
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Back in the maze Discord was snacking on some popcorn and enjoying a large soda. “This is going to be some grade A entertainment. Hahahaha!” he said with a laugh. He flipped a random nearby light switch on and off to simulate dramatic lighting. One can only wonder where he got his claws on a invisible lamp that just happens to make a cartoon lightning bolt sound every time someone turned it on and off.
The prologue is over!