“I think I heard somewhere that you always go right when you have to choose a path…”
Something in the back of Discord’s mind screamed the opposite, but he paid no mind. What fun is there in being right?
Plus, what’s stopping him from turning bac-
A hedge rises from the ground, blocking Discord’s train of thought.
-or not. Discord slumps a little at his rejection.
He walks forward anyway, trying to make bright of the situation. What is there to be sad about? He’s doing great in the maze, since it seems he’s going the right way. He can’t go back after all.
A growl snaps Discord out of his thoughts, and he notices he’s about to round a corner. The growl sounds really familiar, but he can’t put his claw on it…
He shrugs it off, and rounds the corner to find he’s on stage.
With an audience of discorded Raritys that have hearts in their eyes. Now that he thinks about it, it looks like a fashion show walkway.
All at once, the hundreds of Raritys rush at Discord, making him flinch.
“… I should have gone left.”
A beaten up Discord walks off the stage, with kiss marks all over him.
He puts on some sunglasses.
“Well ladies, that was fun.”
All the Raritys giggle as Discord walks away, looking like a pimp.
Celestia, in the real world, growls as Discord smirks. She makes all the Raritys disappear., causing Discord to shrug and take off his glasses.