//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Equestria Girls: The Inner Twilight // by Time Agent pony //------------------------------// Twilight stood outside the Baxter Building, the headquarters of the Fantastic Four. After their battle with the Sinister Seven, Twilight's friends had advised her to seek some help with her dreams. So Twilight had made a list of smartest minds in the world. And now, here she was at her first stop. "Well," Twilight thought to herself, "here goes." With that, Twilight entered the building, stepped into the elevator and headed for the 31st floor. When she arrived at the 31st floor, she headed for the public reception area. "Good morning," the receptionist greeted, "can I help you?" "I'm here to see, Reed Richards," Twilight replied, "I made an appointment." The receptionist picked up the phone on her desk, "Dr. Richards," she said, "miss Twilight Sparkle is here to see you." After a few seconds, the receptionist put the phone down and turned to Twilight. "Dr. Richards will see you now," she said. Twilight nodded and headed up to the office of Reed Richards a.k.a. Mr. Fantastic, the leader of the Fantastic Four. "Pleased to meet, you," Mr. Fantastic acknowledged, as Twilight entered his office and took a seat, "how can I help?" Twilight explained why she had come and about the dreams she had been having. Afterwards, Mr. Fantastic thought for a moment. "Let's try a few tests," he said, after a while. Mr. Fantastic escorted Twilight to his lab, where he proceeded to conduct a series of tests on her. "I can't find anything scientifically wrong," he remarked, "but you are under a lot of mental and emotional stress." "So you can't help me?" Twilight asked. "I'm a man of science," he said, finally "and dreams aren't an exact science." "Thank you, for your time Dr. Richard," Twilight replied, as she left the lab. Terrific Tech. "My T-spheres can't find anything wrong with you on a physical level," Micheal Holt a.k.a. Mr. Terrific said, "but you are under a lot of stress." The T-spheres finished their scan of Twilight and returned to Mr. Terrific. Mr. Terrific was the third smartest man on earth, the owner of Terrific Tech, his tech company and he stood there dumfounded. "Is there seriously nothing your technology can do for me?" Twilight pleaded. "Sorry," Mr. Terrific answered, "but I can't find anything wrong with you." "OK," Twilight sighed, "sorry I wasted your time." Pym Laboratories. "My ants can't find anything wrong with you," Hank Pym a.k.a. the original Ant-man replied, as he and some of his ants finished their examination of Twilight, "I'm sorry." "Are you sure?" Twilight asked, "is there nothing you can do?" "I'm sorry," Hank replied, "but there is nothing wrong with you, apart from the fact you're suffering from stress." "OK," Twilight said, disappointed, "thank you for trying." Doom Manor. "I'm terribly sorry," Dr. Niles Caulder a.k.a. The Chef said, "but I'm afraid I can't do anything for you." "Are you absolutely sure you can't do anything for me?" Twilight pleaded. "I'm truly sorry," Chef replied, "I really wish I could be more help, but whatever is troubling you is beyond the realm of science." Twilight sighed, gave a small smile and left the Manor. Later on. Twilight sat at a bus stop, her search so far hadn't been very successful, she was almost contemplating giving up. Twilight was snapped out of her thoughts, by her phone ringing, it was Sunset calling. "Hey Twilight," Sunset said, "how's your search going?" "Not good," Twilight sighed, "Everyone I've gone to can't seem to help in anyway." "Well," Sunset replied, "you've seen everyone who are experts in science, so why don't you see some experts in magic?" "It's worth a shot," Twilight answered, "I have a few people in mind that might be able to help." "Good luck, Twilight," Sunset said, "I hope you find someone who can help you." With that, Twilight hung up. The House of Mystery. "Frankly, love," John Constantine remarked, "your type of magic is something new to me entirely." "I was told you were an authority on magic," Twilight said, "are seriously telling me you can't help me?" "Sorry, love," John replied, "but this kind of magic is a type of magic I've have never encountered before." "Alright then," Twilight sighed, "at least you tried." Dr. Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum. "I am deeply sorry," Dr. Stephen Strange said, "but this type of magic has me truly baffled." "Is there seriously nothing you can do?" Twilight asked, "I mean you are the Sorcerer Supreme, after all." "I'm sorry," Dr. Strange replied, "but this magic is beyond even my skills, I can barely understand its flow." "Is there anyone else who you think might be able to help me?" Twilight asked. "Well," Dr. Strange replied, "I do have one idea." Dr. Voodoo's mansion. "I'm afraid even my magic cannot help you," Jericho Drumm a.k.a. Dr. Voodoo said, "I'm sorry, I really wish I could be more help." "I was sure that magic would be able to provide an answer," Twilight sighed. "I am truly sorry," Dr. Voodoo apologised, "but I wish you luck in your search." Elk Grove. "Maybe you could use the magic from the Necronomicon to see whats wrong with me?" Twilight insisted. "Sorry, baby," Ashley J. Williams replied, "in my experience, that book will bring nothing but terrible, believe me." "It's ok," Twilight replied, "trust me, I'm used to getting that answer from everyone I've seen thus far" Some time later. Twilight felt completely defeated, everyone she had gone to hadn't been able to help or even provide some answers on what her dreams were. She was about to give up completely, when suddenly a ghostly image of Kent Nelson a.k.a. Dr. Fate appeared before her. "Twilight Sparkle," he declared, "I have the answers you seek, come to the Tower of Fate." Before Twilight could responded the image vanished. "Well," Twilight thought out loud, "what have I got to lose?"