• Published 3rd Jul 2012
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A Storm of Chaos: A Doctor Whooves Adventure - Shotoman



Dr. Whooves goes on a Discord Hunt.

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Interlude: Paradox

Interlude

Paradox

Discord was in the middle of testing the weaknesses of his little prison once again when his mysterious captor limped into the room, his back left leg making the sound of stone on metal. The draconequus gave the unicorn a cursory glance before turning his attention back to the field around him, then suddenly brought his attention back to the old stallion. A mocking smirk formed on Discord's face at what he was seeing. “Now that is an impressive piece of headgear,” he said, struggling to keep the chortle from his voice.

“You will be silent,” the mysterious stallion commanded, causing Discord to snort. The robes alone made it quite difficult to take the aging unicorn seriously, but that thing on his head! Even Dearest Celestia and Little Luna knew the value of 'less is more' when it came to royal regalia. The monstrosity this guy was wearing had to weigh at least ten pounds. And those garish rubies inlaid throughout! An image of a certain white unicorn very vocally making her disapproval known over such overuse came unbidden into Discord's head, causing him to laugh outright.

“I told you to be silent!” the unicorn shouted.

Discord chortled. “And I'm the embodiment of chaos. I don't do what I'm told.” Here, he bowed mockingly. “Your majesty.”

The stallion's, ah, good eye glared at the impertinent creature before him. “You would to well to watch your tongue. The Circlet of Rasstallion is an item of great power. It is likely to be the last of the Great Items of Rasstalion. And I will make it fulfill my purposes. As should have happened with the ring.”

The last line was spoken under the unicorn's breath, but Discord heard it plenty clear. He chuckled with glee. “Oooh, there's some interesting sounding back story there. Trouble with a magic ring? It wouldn't have anything to do with your current look, would it, Stoneface?”

The unicorn ignored Discord's taunts as he began attaching numerous wires to the crown. Discord opened his mouth to continue taunting him when a sudden, intense pain briefly tore through him, causing the draconequus to double over. “Well, that was different,” he muttered to himself.

An alarm klaxon blared and the unicorn's expression changed from snug confidence to concerned worry. He yanked the crown off his head with his magic, tossing it atop one of his doohickies. “What? No! What is this? Just what have those two idiots done?”

Discord watched with interest as the unicorn pounded furiously on the controls of his machines. Several ghostly images appeared above the unicorn's head, rapidly switching from one to another as he continued his pounding. Discord caught sight of the boring brown stallion—nice coat though—the googly eyed pegasus, even his dear Celestia, amongst the rapidly flashing images. When the images stopped shuffling, the focus was Discord himself. Specifically the statue he'd been turned into generations ago by Celestia and Luna, sitting in the statue garden.

“No! What have they done?!”

Discord had to smirk. “Problem, old one?”

The unicorn slammed a hoof to the top of one of his machines. “Curse Equestira and its overabundant magic!”

“That's funny, coming from a unicorn and all.”

“You. Will. Be. Silent!

Discord's demeanor became deadly serious. “No. I. Will. Not. I don't much appreciate your tone, friend.”

The unicorn huffed. “Your threats would be more meaningful if you weren't still completely at my mercy.” He turned his attention back to his computers, muttering to himself. “I suppose I should have seen it coming. Whenever those two get together, chaos is rarely far behind. Of course they'd weaken his seal early. They may have forced my hoof. Then again...” He peered at the images closely. “There is still some time before the point of no return. Still, I must prepare.”

The unicorn hobbled off, leaving Discord to his own thoughts. Though he tended to act juvenile, he was far from an idiot, and he'd learned a number of things about his captor today. Things really should go wrong more often. “Well, well, well. Time travelers. Like Old Man Starswirl. That explains quite a lot...”

Discord's thoughts were interrupted as another wave of pain washed over him.