“Well, well, well, I think it’s about time that we ended this little charade,” Rarity teased, stepping menacingly towards Twilight.
Twilight looked over, noticing that Rarity bore a rather sinister smoulder and was looking at her with very yellow eyes.
She quivered. “Holy fuck…”
“Yes, darling, I…”
“Have jaundice!” Twilight yelped, leaping to her hooves and gripping Rarity’s head in her magic. She used her leverage to study Rarity’s face closely, trying to discern how far the disease had come. “Have you been vomiting? Have you experienced any weight loss? Quick! What colour has your pee been?”
Rarity hissed and batted away at Twilight. “No, you idiot, I’m Discord.”
Twilight let go. “Ohhhhh…” She then stepped back slowly and tilted her head to the side. “Wait you’re Discord?”
Rarity chuckled, letting out a low rumble of amusement. “Why of course, dear.” Her voice began to deepen to a more masculine tone. “Have you not noticed all the context clues I’ve left behind?”
“Not… really? Wait, you left clues?”
“Twilight, darling, my dude, have you never noticed that Rarity is an anagram for Discord.”
“Huh… now that you mention it…WAIT! No, it isn’t, that doesn’t make any sense.”
Rarity threw back her head and bellowed laughter. “Neither does chaos, darling.”