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// Part 2: Chapter 9: On the Road Again 
// Story: DisHarmony: Genesis 
// by -Pinkamena_Pie- 
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'Sixty-two thousand nine hundred and twenty-eight rocks... Sixty-two thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine rocks...'

I've been walking for a few hours now. And that entire time, nothing has changed. It's been a wasteland of nothingness for ages, other than the occasional caw from a crow. I haven't even seen a tree. It makes me wonder how I'm even breathing right now.

It's gotten to the point where I've been counting rocks to stave off boredom. And even that tried-and-true way of Pinkies' is reaching the limit of its' effectiveness.

Also, the fact that I'm using Pinkies' way is proof of just how much I miss her. So much that I am apparently becoming more like her every hour. I actually caught myself bouncing along at one point, which is kinda scary.

'Sixty-two thousand nine hundred and thirty rocks... Wait, that's not a rock!'

My ears perk up as I give what I thought was a rock a closer inspection. It looked like a weird hunk of metal, but I've never seen that kind of shape before. I can only guess that it's a melted sword blade. I move on, not very intent on picking up strange items I have never seen before.

As I walked further along the path I had decided to take, I started to notice more and more of the chunks of metal, in all sorts of different shapes and sizes. I began to slow down, not wanting to run headlong into any sort of battle.

Soon enough, I was astonished to discover some kind of strange object in the middle of the field, burning and surrounded by the corpses of ponies. I have no idea where it came from or what it is for that matter, and so, I gave it a wide berth. That did not, however, help me avoid the weird stick I had pressed against the side of my skull.

"Stop right there, changeling!" said a familiar raspy voice. Immediately, I noticed quite a few ponies rise from their hiding places with what I assumed were the same black sticks that the familiar one was holding. All the black stick things were pointed directly at me.

"Why are you here, changeling?!" growled the familiar voice.

"Oh, hey, Dashie. I thought I pulled your number back in the Grimdark," I said teasingly, putting up my usual insane facade. It seemed to work on a few of the ponies pointing their sticks at me, but Dashie just kept pushing her stick into my skull.

"You aren't fooling anyone! Lieutenant Pie, bring out whatever changeling detection stuff we have," she ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am!" said a familiar alternate version of me, as she pulled some green cream-like stuff out of the pocket dimension in her mane. And yes, Pinkie has a pocket dimension in her mane. My version of it is openable by my knife, but that's another story.

Alternate me opened the jar and pulled some of it out, then smeared it on my face. I decided to kick my insanity up a notch.

"Awww, how rude... You didn't even get my permission. Oh well, I'll make sure you pay when your number comes up, heheheheh..." I said, adding extra evil to the laugh at the end as I began glowing with radiant light.

I heard Dashie gasp as she backed away from the glow.

"What... What are you?" she said, her pupils shrinking.

I just smirk.

"I can be your worst nightmare or your best friend. You choose."