"Well, as you can see here, this dragon is my brother, Disarray." said Discord, awkwardly gesturing towards the gray dragon, who was waggling his talons as if in preparation for some unearthly prank or insane plan to literally wipe Equis from the map.
The princesses glared at the twiddling dragon, mistrust and anger clear in their eyes.
The draconequus chuckled in amusement. "Oho, knock it off! He only tried to take over Twilight's mind! Albeit messily..." He flashed beside the purple alicorn, broom in hand, and stuck the hand holding the broom right into her ear. Her eyes twirled, snapped, and shifted there and here while Discord was... cleaning out her head. Finally, he pulled out his hand, and a plume of dust and smoke came with it.
A couple coughs came from both Discord and the princesses. "Oh golly, what a mess your head was." noted the draconequus. He glanced at Disarray, who watched with a perfectly innocent expression.
The serpentine dragon chuckled in amusement. "Oh come on, lighten up! It didn't last! That's a good thing!" he said, coiling around the lavender alicorn. "And even if it did..." He tickled her chin, chuckling darkly. "It doesn't matter to me one single bit." he murmured, now holding her chin, forcing her to look at him directly in the eye.
I'm omni-temporal. And omnipotent. Why should it?
Despite facing dangers like Tirek, Nightmare Moon, and Discord himself, nothing prepared the newly-formed alicorn for the sheer insanity now present in the dragon's eyes. She could not sense any magic of the sort emanating from Disarray, yet the madness in the dragon's eyes almost turned her into a shivering mess. It was only because she had faced a similar sight before, which was why she was able control herself.
The dragon melted into a puddle, reshaping himself beside Discord. "So, where were we?" he asked.
The sudden change from insane dragon to a happy go-free dragon nearly made the princesses shiver. He truly was something else, unlike anything the sisters and Twilight had ever encountered.
"Ah, yes. My little Dissy Brod was introducing me, wasn't he?" Discord visibly blanched at the nickname Disarray referred to him.
This also snapped the princesses out of their stupor, looking at the draconequus with equal parts amusement, shock, and unbidden confusion. "Dissy Brod?" they uttered as one.
Disarray leaned his head to the side, evidently confused. "He didn't tell you? Why is that? I thought friends shared no secrets. Isn't that the, 'Magic of Friendship', as you all call it?" he asked, his body now coiled up like a spring, his face and hands in a familiar, patented I'm Thinking pose.
"Brother... introductions..." From the side of the draconequus's mouth had sprouted another mouth, which was whispering harshly into Disarray's ear.
The dragon bounced up, smashing into the ceiling and back down again, unfazed but looking rather guilty. "Oh, dear me! I digress too much. Introductions are certainly in order."
With a clap of his hands, everything went dark. A spotlight came out of nowhere, showing the dragon in a mystic splendor. His scales glowed with a dark, maligant light. His eyes were doorways into anarchy. Even a look could drive a normal pony mad. His mouth was open in a grin. All this added into an image of nightmarish properties.
The microphone did not help. And he was wearing a suit with a top hat, and pointy leather shoes.
When he spoke, it was distorted and warped, making it a little difficult to make out the words. It may have been the microphone.
"I am Disarray. First-born of Chaos. The World-Eater. Anarchy Incarnate. Chaos Embodied. Arbiter of Concepts. Keeper of The Gates. The Steward of Darkness. Master of Tartarus. Bane of Faust. The Bringer of End. The Unspeakable. Spinner of Despair. The Eidolon Puppeteer. The Sovereign - What the..." The dragon tapped his microphone, his voice now normalized. He cast a glare at Discord, who was waving a power cord at him.
I was always one for dramatics. Got that from Pops.
"No techies allowed, brother! It's not time yet!" he called.
In response, Disarray set the microphone to his throat, breathing in deeply.
"Sonoru - Oh, come on! Give me a break!" he yelled, the microphone now a smoldering mess of wires and metal. Discord had his finger out, energy dancing around it.
The draconequus waved the finger, chuckling. "Ah, ah! No magic spells either!"
The dragon tossed the microphone at Discord in obvious anger, which the draconequus dodged easily. "Go bother someone else! Like Cthulhu! Or Yog-Sothoth!" he yelled.
All the while, the princesses watched with equal parts amusment, horror, confusion, and obviously, suspicion. One with as many titles as his is bound to have had a part in every danger until now, would you all agree?
Discord replied, unamused. "You and I both know they are bad company. Not so good on looks and personality. Things they both inherited from that idiot ancestor of theirs. Only TCC is fun to talk with."
Disarray sighed in annoyance, snapping his fingers and resetting everything. With another snap of his fingers, he also erased all memory of those names from the princesses' minds. He did not need a Great Old One rampaging on this planet again simply because one had mentioned a name. If they even tried to mention Hast - he immediately banished the thought.
Gathering himself together, he propped his chin up on a hand, examining the princesses' reactions.
Celestia had already recovered from the show.
Luna had mostly recovered. Her eyes were still slightly spinning.
Twilight was... she was still hopelessly lost.
A little spark of respect crackled in the dragon's eyes. They were no slouches when it came to recovery, except for the lavender one. Snapping his talons, he erased the confusion in her mind. As they refocused their gazes on him again, he spoke. "Now that you all know who I am now."
He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, coiling around them like a tentacle. "It's time you all showed me, the Elements of Harmony..."
It's not like it'll be of much use in the long run.