The draconequus and party pony floated towards their glass, anxious to get home and end today's semi-dramatic (and scandalous) adventure. The concept of this subspace, this "Hub", was still perplexing Discord. He still had so many questions left unanswered, so many things to discover about these worlds, where they lead, and what lived within them. The question was left to broil in his brain, like an egg in a frying pan. Thinking of eggs, he was hungry. He decided he would have tofu-tuna salad sandwiches later with Fluttershy, hard-boiled eggs and all. Gag.
Suddenly, a screen popped up in front of him, blocking him from Pinkie Pie. She turned around to see a reversed image of a veggie salad sandwich in the middle of the screen, along with many other sandwiches of various types.
She scratched her head, confused. "How'd you do that? I know you can make things appear out of nowhere, but I didn't think you could control the screens too!"
He shrugged his skrawny shoulders, just as confused as she was. "Heck if I know. It just popped up when I started thinking about tofu-salad sandwiches." He stroked his beard, curious. "I wonder..."
He pressed his paw against the screen and he immediately fell through, as if nothing was there at all. Pinkie flew around to the front and followed him in, landing just a few feet away. She giggled when she saw the abstract creature buried face first in a tofu english-muffin sandwich, then walked over to help pull him out.
He coughed up a mouthful of tofu, spitting in disgust. "UGH. Pfft! Pfft! Get this dreck off of my tongue!" He conjured a glass of chocolate milk and a cone cotton candy, then downed them both instantly. Pinkie let out a soft mewl of sadness, then grinned manically when Discord summoned some for her, too. He looked around the area, trying to find some sort of sign as to where they were. After looking for a few minutes, he saw something written in... the sky?
"What is this http://girliegirlarmy.com/nosh/20100606/seven-savory-summery-sandwich-recipes/ place?" he said, looking down to a hyper-active Pinkie Pie. "Is this another world controlled by humans?" No reply was received, as Pinkie was currently swinging around the screen with her tail like an orangutan after eating a ghost pepper. He watched her swing around, slightly amused. He had forgotten just how ridiculous this pony could be, considering her demeanor as of late. He knew there was a certain mental condition for that, but he couldn't think of it off the top of his head.
The area around them changed, and the odd zig-zag background became a dull grey wall, covered in text relating to a condition called "Manic Depression" or "Bi Polar Disorder" Ah. So that's what that is. He then looked up to where the sign had been originally, only now it had changed to http://www.webmd.com/depression/guide/bipolar-disorder-manic-depression
"Huh." He said aloud. "I think I understand this now." Getting a sudden urge of both curiosity and narcissism, he started thinking about himself and all of the wonderfully chaotic things he had done in his past. Dark memories brewed in his mind, though not so far back as when he was first encased in stone. Instead, it was more recent events, like when he conquered Equestria upon his release. He remember being in Celestia's throne room, wistfully slithering about the stained glass and mocking the bearers of the elements.
The world changed again, and he was surrounded by something what was hilarious, nostalgic, horrifying, and all together nonsensical.
Himself.
Dozens of pictures of the draconequus flooded the landscape, causing Pinkie to do a double take from her sugar induced personality switch. She immediately ran to Discord and grabbed his draconian leg.
"No, Discord! You can't do this! You'll cause too much interaction between worlds, and that only makes-"
He grinned as maliciously as he could down at her, then snapped with his eagle claw. "Chaos?"
"Oh.... right."
The minute that deviously wonderful little word was uttered, every single picture, stained glass representation, and what he assumed were "fan-drawings" of him, turned their eyes and heads to him, smiling.
WELCOME, FRIEND.
Every fiber of Discord's being shuddered when he heard the endless cacophony of doppelgangers' greeting. Not from fear or anticipation, but because it was such a monumental sound that it literally rattled his body from sheer volume and mass. Suddenly, all of the other Discords starting peeling themselves from the other individual windows, walking to him rather slowly and oddly. Now he shuddered a bit from being creeped out. Perhaps this was a bad idea.
Oh well, too late now!
Every Discord except for the original starting summoning random objects: cats, dogs, frogs, bogs, trees, bees, knees, fleas, flies, mice, dice, trikes, bikes, pikes, rakes, cakes, stakes, steaks which many started to eat both raw and uncooked, spaghetti, linguine, basil, fettuccine, hats, mats, trash, mashed potatoes, cars, ships, Ships (though Discord averted his eyes when he saw a ship of him and Twilight, ew), lips, hips...
Ow. My fingers are hurting from typing so much stuff. You know what? I'm just going to get a list of random things from Yahoo!. You'll get the idea.
1. fork
2. spoon
3. bottle cap
4. thong
5. nail clippers
6. candle
7. ice cube
8. slipper
9. thread
10. glow stick
11. needle
12. stop sign
13. blouse
14. hanger
15. rubber duck
16. shovel
17. bookmark
18. model car
19. tampon
20. rubber band
21. tire swing
22. sharpie
23. picture frame
24. photo album
25. nail filer
26. tooth paste
27. bath fizzers
28. tissue box
29. deodorant
30. cookie jar
31. rusty nail
32. drill press
33. chalk
34. word searches
35. thermometer
36. face wash
37. paint brush
38. candy wrapper
39. shoe lace
40. leg warmers
41. wireless control
42. boom box
43. quilt
44. stockings
45. card
46. tooth pick
48. shawl
49. speakers
50. key chain
51. cork
52. helmet
53. mouse pad
54. zipper
55. glasses
56. lamp shade
57. sketch pad
58. gage
59. plastic fork
60. flag
61. clay pot
62. check book
63. CD
64. #2 pencil
65. fake flowers
66. sticky note
67. hair tie
68. credit card
69. sun glasses
70. seat belt
71. buckel
72. button
73. canvas
74. vase
75. lip gloss
76. rug
77. gel
78. twezzers
79. toe ring
80. scotch tape
81. bow
82. white out
83. grid paper
84. eraser
85. puddle
86. cement stone
87. sponge
88. lace
89. outlet
90. frizz control
91. sailboat
92. screw
93. sand paper
94. eye liner
95. pool stick
96. pop can
97. balloon
98. spring
99. ipod charger
100. twister
101. burger
102. hotdog
103. buns
104. baggie
105. beanie
106. skinny jeans
107. hoodie
108. vans
109. cake mix
110. cookies
111. brownie
112. pie
113. banana
114. paper
115. sandwich
116. crackers
117. pipe
118. cool whip can
119. cheese block
120. macaroni and cheese
121. duct tape
122. rope
Actually, to save you readers from a headache, I'll just put this link here.
http://www.generatorland.com/usergenerator.aspx?id=3452
Whatever you generate, they made.
Pinkie Pie looked up into the sky past the fleet of exploding chocolate dirigibles, flying rhinos in tutus and cowboy hats, and exploding bottles of Mentoes and Diet Soda bottles made out of every rare mineral in Equestria and goat cheese. "You're just being lazy now, Mr. Author."
It's either that, or type out EVERY object I can imagine in my mind. That'd take way too long and I like not having carpel tunnel syndrome, thank you very much.
She shrugged, ducking her head from a bladed flying disk nearly coming within inches of her face. "Fair enough."
Amidst the infinite amount of chaos, Discord sat upon his throne high above all the others and gazing down upon them. He watched as Discord threw a lemon the size of a griffon at Discord, who has just given Discord a wedgie and had started to shower under a hurricane. He looked right as Discord bounced with strange looking shoes, boxing Discord with inflatable boxing gloves and drinking a sports drink. To his left, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Dorcisd, Orcidsd, Ircdosd Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord and possibly Discord were all playing a game of "Pin the Discord on the Sunbutt", and Discord had just pinned his own self onto the posters face. They all guffawed, chortled, and whooped as Discord let loose a wind so fierce that it pushed away every Discord within a mile radius, their eyebrows catching fire from the sheer force of the blast. The picture of Celestia had a hole where the face had once been, and was slightly ablaze from the flatulence. This only made the Discords laugh even harder.
A perfect sight, indeed.
A perfect.
BORING.
Sight.
He knew chaos was fun. He knew disrupting order was fun. But to have nothing but chaos, with absolutely no opposition or competition? It was... strangely boring. Not even strangely boring, just plain boring. Dull. Repetitive. Humdrum. Threadbare. Monot-
Discord looked up to the sky from his throne and screamed "We get it, you insufferable fool! GET ON WITH IT!"
Another Discord from below yelled "Yes, get on with it!" All at once, every Discord yelled up at me:
"GET ON WITH IT!"
Aw... But I'm having fun with this!
"GET ON WITH IT!" The main villain of the story (who shall not be named, ha ha spoilers) yelled into my ear bud.
Alright, sheesh. Anyway, Discord (the one we know and love, sort of) snapped his eagle talon. Every version of himself on the ground immediately stopped moving, then stood at attention facing their original version. He sort of hated to do this, but he needed some degree of order to complete this task. He dispelled them from the world, putting them back into their respective windows and sealing them shut, hopefully forever. He sighed, then lowered himself and his throne to ground level. Pinkie sat, waiting for him to open his eyes. He did so after a few seconds.
"Not so fun, was it?" She said with a knowing smile. He shook his head. "Yup. I know the exact feeling." They started walking towards the way they had entered from, Pinkie regaling the spirit on how she had had a similar incident with the Mirror Pool.
***
The screen rested. It had finally managed to seal itself forever from those annoying interlopers that had caused it so much trouble, and it was more than happy to get some shutdown time. However, by the time it had noticed the remaining occupant had raised their weapon to attack it, it was far too late. The screen shattered as the weapon destroyed it from the inside, shards erasing themselves from existence in a digital snowstorm of pixels and lights. The attacker leaped out into the Hub and watched as the prison faded from reality, its other captives disappearing with it all screaming in a magnificent, computerized agony.
He placed his weapon back into its sheath. He'd have to sharpen it later. The Wall may have been weakened by the visitors, but it was still powerful on a relatively cosmic level. He was lucky some random fan had drawn a picture of him and Discord together, along with that weird clown guy. He had no idea why they were singing Christmas Carols, but that didn't matter now. He was free, and that's all that counted.
He snapped fingers in his mind, and a tiny screen appeared before him. He entered https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdOykEJSXIg into the URL space, then pressed play when Youtube loaded the song. He started sauntering in a random direction that suited him, thinking about what a cheese sandwich would taste like if you were to fry it on a meteor. He smiled at the thought, then danced in rhythm to the music. Then he got bored and used his magic to pull out another weapon, shooting screens he passed by and ending the lives of everything and everyone inside. Much better! he thought. Screams always make music so much better.
Today was going to be a very fun day.
Very fun indeed.