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// Season 1 Episode 3 & 4: Ticket Bucks? 
// Story: The Good Fandom Man 
// by Jake Witt 
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"Fandom Man, I've been thinking," one of my Artificial Intelligence Cortana began, pausing for a while.

Ever since my fight with the other me's... I was forced to trade my Cortana for the most reasonable of the other A.I. This Cortana actually looks like her namesake but with very medieval armor. She can't replace MY Cortana but she's valued the same... until combat ends and we have to remind each other of which version we are.

"You may speak freely," I reply, rolling my eyes. "You can call me Oscar if you want."

She fidgeted for a bit, "O-Osc-Os-Fandom Man; what can you do without your armor?"

"What do you mean?"

"She wants to know if you are completely useless without us," my bright blue Rouge the Bat A.I. filled in, filing her nails under "gloveless_classy" and "gloveless_sassy". "And the answer- to my knowledge- is that he's fast and has an omnitrix. He can outrun the armor itself but not for long."

I crossed my arms, "I also have my keyblade! And through that: magic. I have magic."

"What about your powers of Deus Exit Machina?"

"Just because I encounter characters, call them my best friends, and never speak of them again... doesn't mean I control their existence!" I paused, the odd feeling from before returning. "Oh my gosh; the author is cutting corners again."

"Now I'm interested," Giffany, my pink A.I. school girl based on an A.I. from Gravity Falls. "How come your brain hasn't exploded, yet, from the sheer exposure to the fourth wall?"

"My pocket dimension is a magical, white void with one huge room with no walls and one opening," I state, very very... uh... peeved! Whoops! I should keep descriptive swearing to a minimum! "I'm pretty sure n handle these revelations in this environment."

"Oscar, help me!" I hear the echoes of Twilight's screams as well as the chanting of several other voices.

"I've constructed an "average suit" for experimentation!" Cortana shouts, launching me from my armor. "Go get 'em, tiger!"





When you've fallen down a set of stairs as much as I have, you learn to brush it off. By the time I reached the bottom; I realized that this is the few times where I'm not transformed or in armor. The fact that I don't have a concussion is neat, I guess?

I got up and checked myself: jeans, red shirt, matching scouter, green omnitrix, Ezio hook blades, my dust revolver, and my gray lantern ring. All I need. I leap through the open door to find Pinkie chanting something and a group of ponies tossing Twilight in the air. Silly ponies; Twilight can't fly, yet!

"Twilight is my bestest friend! Whoopie! Whoopie!" Pinkie sang.

"Pinkie?" I ask, worriedly.

"The cutest, smartest, all around bestest pony! Whoopie! Whoopie!"

"Are you hitting on Twilight?"

"I bet if I throw a super-duper fun party! Party!" Pinkie continued to sing and hop around. "She'll give her extra ticket to the Gala to me~!"

"PINKIEEEEEEE!!!" Twilight Sparkle and Tiny Spark shouted in sync. The ponies dropped Twilight, which got me in range as I crouched and the scouter changed to "Pipboy Mode". The scans showed so many think with no specific location butt I was able to find and take the Gala tickets.

I pulled out the tickets from my pocket, "Hey, looking for these, Pinkie?!"

Every pony looked to me; some ran away, fainted, or made a mad dash to the tickets... the latter shocked me as I've yet to see background ponies show such skill. Some ponies crouched, jumping as other ponies made contact to leap off them like something out of a circus... until I dodged the earth ponies and got ambushed by falling piledriver pegasi. "WIND!" With my keyblade, I created a wind bubble that pushed the ponies off but it was disabled by a group of unicorns. "STOP!" I turned to walk to a safe place, to dodge the time-slowed ponies but it turns out these ponies made for good platforms as I began to clumsily dodge flower pots and pot pies from mares on time-slowed pegasi.

Pinkie's jaw fell but she pulled it up whilst grabbing Rapid Party Generating... uh... RPG. She ran, firing between and above ponies and I climbed onto the rooftops. During my run, the ponies unfroze and continued their assault from above and below as pie tins are apparently shurikens and ponies were relentless. "PROTECT!" The wind barrier returned and I aimed my keyblade in front of me. "FIRE!" Magic went through the handle, past the ring hilt, and down the tank cannon barrel as I fired a focused fireball in mid-jump. The force tossed me back, knocking away ponies and possibly setting a house on fire.

I rolled into the library, grabbing then tossing Spike, using him to cushion my impact on a bookshelf. The result worked but I bounced off Spike and landed on my face. I looked to my keyblade, the orange fading from the end and the near-aligned knives making the keyblade's teeth. "Spike, get a letter ready; I'm going to find- You know what? If you see Twilight, give her the tickets. I don't care."

''Uhh... okay?" he nodded, dazed as the tickets fell at his feet. He lifted a claw but his question was cut short from me fixing the bookshelf as a version of The Flash. My speed allowing me to organize every book before time ran out on my form. Yes, time ran out because my omnitrix isn't connected to a constantly restoring source.

Now, it seems it wasn't full ten minutes as The Flash... mainly because I visited Sweet Apple Acres, grabbed some apples, and used my keyblade magic to form a bucket made of ice. I left a bag of old universe bits, since they still work as currency, here. Finally, I fixed the bookshelf, returned to normal by form, and I leaped into my pocket dimension... again, on the ceiling.

....well, that last one wasn't true. I mean, it was on the ceiling but I didn't make it. I jumped... and it was again beyond my reach. "I forgot normal meant no extended jumps, triple jumps, glides, air slides, electric slides, rocket jumps, or homing roundhouse kicks." I took out my revolver, using the gravity dust to shoot me into my opening without collateral.





"Do you know who yer talkin' to?!" Applejack asked Big Macintosh, her older, bulkier, big red brother who was clearly injured from the bandage wrapping around his torso. "I'm Applejack, the loyalist and most dependable of ponies!"

The duo turned to witness an avalanche of apples, riding on top was Oscar Conners on an air mattress, drinking lemonade. The ponies stuck their heads out as he passed, his keyblade arm resting on top of his bent knee, "Heal." The keyblade shot out green tea leaves as twin magic gold bells rang over everyone's heads. "Alright, my job is done."

He grabbed a gun from his left holster, firing a line at the barn that took him and his mattress away.

"Are ya alright, Big Mac?" AJ asked, worried.

"Eeyup. Whatever he did, got me working ready."

"You could've just said 'Eeyup'," Applejack said. "Check every tree for apples while 'Bloom an I round the apples."

"Not like I have anything better to do," Big Mac said, climbing out and walking off.