After tiring of Twilight's hostile attitude, Discord decides to "help" the Elements of Harmony by bringing in an alternate version of each of them. These duplicates from various worlds aren't told anything about each other, which is good. The last thing Equestria needs is these monsters working together.

***Not too dark!***

Elements of Disharmony
Pinkie Pie from Cupcakes by Sergeant Sprinkles

Rainbow Dash from Rainbow Factory by AuroraDawn

Rarity from The Secret Life of Rarity by BronyWriter

Fluttershy from Pattycakes by Pegacorn Ondacob

Twilight Sparkle from Death Note: Equestria by Nonagon

Applejack from Bad Apples by... Bisque? It's hard to find an evil Applejack story.

What if Mane 6 were all serial killers? Who had their own club?

Do not take this one seriously. It was written on a whim, within twenty minutes, and with no intention of ever making anything out of it other then maybe a chuckle or two of the gallows humor type.

The Elements of Harmony are six of the closest friends in all of Equestria. But when a sudden tragedy strikes down one of the elements, how will the other five be able to handle their lives? Will they find the strength in themselves and each other, or will their inability to cope cause more tragedy for the group?

Featured on Equestria Daily December 30th, 2011

Discord returns to Canterlot having completed the task Celestia gave him. When he tells Twilight what it was, she isn't happy.

Discord's attack on Equestria was almost successful, mainly because of his knowledge of what was happening in Equestria, and knowledge of the Mane 6. But where did this knowledge come from after being frozen for a millenium? Did he come to know it as he awoke, or did somepony talk to him while in stone form? Find out what really happened after Twilight was turned to stone by a Cockatrice.

Attempt at a what could be considered canon fic to fill in the missing information. One shot, constructive criticism welcome, please enjoy.

This is a tale of a stranger seeking redemption.

My name is Simon "Ghost" Riley. I was part of Task Force 141, an elite group of soldiers composed of the best of the best. Our mission was to take down Makarov, the mastermind of Russian invasion of America. The team consistered of myself, Roach, Ozone, and Scarecrow with sniper support from Archer and Toad. We didn't find Makarov, but we did find a jackpot of information. On our way to the landing zone, Ozone and Scarecrow were killed by mortar fire while me and Roach managed to survive. I dragged him all the way to the LZ but fate had other plans in store for us, specifically death at the hands of our own commanding officer. Shot point-blank, the shock and blood loss made my vision blur as everything went dark. I couldn't feel my body or when I hit the ground, but I could smell the scent of something before flames engulfed the world. I tried to resist Death's offer, but in the end, I gave in. I welcomed his embrace, hoping that I'd finally find peace.

Instead, here I am, alive and kicking in a world full of bloody ponies.

You'd think that being trapped in stone would mean that, if nothing else, I could get some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, it seems that Celestia has other ideas.

She has appointed these ponies... these 'Keepers', as she calls them, to keep me entertained during my incarceration.

Honestly? I'd prefer the boredom.

Cover art by matrosha123
Spanish Translation by SPANIARD KIWI found here

Spike never got a proper education, thanks to Twilight and Discord just never went. Now Twilight faces a disappointed Celestia and Discord faces the wrath of the Stare.

Have you ever heard the story of a time long ago
And the battle between us three?
It is a tale which few ponies know
Of Discord, my sister, and me.

My very best friend, in stone I encased,
When he tried to destroy this land.
My belov’d sister, whom I sent to space
When I learned what it was she had planned.

It killed me to do it, I’d no choice, you see.
To fight them, it broke my heart.
But this story is not just about me.
With Discord, our anecdote starts.