//------------------------------// // The Beginning of it All // Story: A Trio of Terribly Untimely Teleportations // by AkwardPlatypus //------------------------------// A Trio of Terribly Untimely Teleportations By AkwardPlatypus It was a hot day in Ponyville; Celestia’s sun was beating down on the town, both the temperature and humidity high. Most were fatigued from the heat. …Except for one. The awesomest pony in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash. She was still out flying, and practicing. For what, exactly, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was getting better. After a long while of flying, she remembered something. Twilight had mentioned something about a new Daring Do book coming out. She thought she had better fly over and ask. She flew over and swooped down in front of Twilight’s door, knocking loudly. Moments later, the violet pony opens the door, head hanging low with sweat dripping off of her nose. “…Oh, Rainbow!” She said, breathing a little heavier than usual. “What’re you doing here?” “Ooooh, I heard you say something the other day about a Daring Do book?” She said, excited. “…Oh… Yeah… That… I forgot to order that, Rainbow. Sorry. I was kinda… Kinda busy.” “Ah, it’s alright, Twilight.” Rainbow Dash looked inside to see a whopping book on Twilight’s desk. It was big even for an egghead like her! “…Is, uh, that what you’re busy with?” She pointed a hoof over to the book. Twilight look confused. It was a mix of the heat getting to her, and Rainbow actually being interested in something Twilight was doing. “…Uh, yeah, it is. It’s a book on teleportation. I’ve been trying to get the spells down, but, it’s been rather difficult. It’s harder than the spell I cast on Rarity that gave her wings.” “What? But I see you teleport all the time! How can it be that hard?” Rainbow said, thinking Twilight was lying. “This isn’t just your short teleport, Rainbow. This has been known to take ponies across the world. And according to some records, more.” “…You saying it takes people to other worlds?! That’s awesome!” “Not for the person going there! That only happens if there is some sort of error in the spell! Rainbow, what if I teleported you to a planet with no air?” “…Uh, I’d die?” “Exactly. I need to pinpoint this so I do it right!” Twilight snapped. “…Okay, okay, I get it, Twilight. Why are you even reading about it, anyway?” Rainbow asked, very curious and interested at this point, regardless of how angry Twilight was at this point. “Celestia wants me to. I don’t know why, exactly, but, I guess I’ll find out when I get there, right?” Twilight said, getting annoyed a bit. “…But, I’ll be sure to get that Daring Do book soon.” “Thanks Twilight!” Rainbow yelled. Twilight trotted back inside. Rainbow was about ready to take off, when Twilight stopped. “…Wait.” She said, turning around to Rainbow. “…Yeah?” “Come in for a minute, Rainbow. I think I just figured it out.” “…Uhm, figured what out?” “Something just snapped in my head. I think I finally got it.” Rainbow looked nervous. Was it a teleportation for the unicorn that cast it, or someone else? Or both? “…W-Well, whadaya need me for?” Twilight looked at her book real quickly, glancing over her shoulder at Rainbow. “Spectate. Make sure if something goes wrong, you do something. According to the book, it should look like I’m going into the ground. My guess is that it’s like the notes me and Celestia exchange, but I don’t know. We’ll find out, right?” Twilight had a nervous grin on her face. “…Alright, Twilight.” Rainbow said, just about as nervous as Twilight was at this point. “Here goes…” Twilight tilted her head forward, and her horn started to glow very, very brightly. Twilight was closing her eyes in concentration, but Rainbow had to shield her eyes to prevent being blinded. After a few moments, a burst of light went off in the room. From Twilight’s horn came a small cloud of magical dust, and it shot like a lightning bolt out the window and up to the sky. Rainbow Dash got a glance of this. Dash looked. Twilight was still there. Twilight lifted her head and opened her eyes, to be left slightly shocked and confused as to how she was still in her library. “…What? Aw, it must have been a dud.” Twilight pouted. “Uh, Twilight, what was that purple-ish cloud of dust stuff that flew out your window? “…A what?” “A purple cloud of dust came out of your horn and flew out the window, and went straight—“ Dash was cut off by a loud sound coming from overhead. It resembled ripping. “…This is bad.” They both said in unison. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meanwhile, in the land of Team Fortress 2, the RED team was moving up. The Engineer had set up a teleporter for his teammates in the old resupply locker, there were two left. The Heavy and the Scout. They were both packing up. The Heavy was making sure Sasha was functioning properly, had enough ammo, has had enough hugs, etc., while the Scout was taking all of his Bonk! Atomic Punch out of his locker. He had two twelve packs. He had one in each hand, with his scattergun and pistol attached to his belt and his bat in a sling over his back. The Scout stepped up to the teleporter, moving his legs a little to keep from stiffening and making sure the boxes for his Bonk! Atomic Punch didn’t rip. While he was waiting for the teleporter to recharge, he heard a familiar voice. “If, anyohyewh, tink yer bedder den me, yer in fer anuddeh… Fink…” Said the completely smashed BLU Demoman outside of the RED resupply locker. The Demoman held up his frying pan menacingly, glaring at the scout with his one eye. The Scout could have sworn he had two eyes he was glaring so hard. The Demoman charged, pan in hand, and ready to strike. “AAAAARAAAAAAGH!” The Scout, being unable to use his arms, sort of cured up. “…Oh god, OH GOD, OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMY—“ He was cut off. He had stepped on the engineer’s now fully-charged teleporter. About 50 meters away, the Engineer had concluded the Scout and Heavy were, in fact, taking the long way, and packed up his teleporter exit, at the exact same time Scout had entered, leaving him in some dimension inbetween… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At this time in the violent and diverse world known as Azeroth, the man known as Archmage Rhonin, leader of the Kirin Tor, had just been finishing up some business in Stormwind. Some negotiation talks and possible interactions in the future was all that was said. Regardless, the Archmage decided to get a drink at the nearby Blue Recluse, a tavern in the Mage District. There, he had a very, very long conversation with two other magi he had brought with him for the meeting. Rhonin himself was drinking very, very heavily. He hadn’t done this in a while. His two friends, however, were sticking to pomegranate juice and apple cider, knowing that their leader would need some help getting back to Dalaran afterwards. However, the conversation Rhonin was having with a dwarf at the tavern was more than enough to make up for it. “Oooh, ya shoulda seen th’ look on tha’ poor thin’s face! I think he wos cryin’ fer his mother at one point!” The dwarf let out a hardy laugh, after soon finishing up his third drink. He raised his right hand and snapped. A barmaid came and took his empty mug, and took it over to the bar for a refill. “So what’d you do with him, dwarf?” Rhonin asked, curious as to what happened next. “Oh, I beat th’ livin’ crap outta him! He walked away with a bloody twitch when I wos done!” The dwarf couldn’t breathe he was laughing so hard. Rhonin chuckled at the dwarf. Not because his story was funny, but because the way the dwarf laughed was comical. Meanwhile, a man with a red, sleeveless vest, a fisherman’s hat, and some really, really worn boots walked into the bar. He smelled very, very strongly of piss, sweat, fish, and god knows what else. Rhonin wrinkled his nose, and stood up. “That reminds me. We’ve had a few duelsh in the shewers of Dalaran get a little out-of-hand, as of rechent. I besht be off now.” Rhonin said, the alchohol kicking in now. “Alright mate. See ya ‘round!” And with that, one of Rhonin’s two friends made a portal to Dalaran. He watched as the archmage stepped through. When he was almost through, something flew from the shadowy corner of the bar and hit the mage on the head, disrupting his spell being cast, and closing the portal on Rhonin. Rhonin was only halfway through. He was warped to what he called the Twisting Nether, between different dimensions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Also at this time, a man named Steve was on his own world. It was a world made entirely of cubes. He, himself, was a miner. He dug deep into caverns and lava pockets for a living to find materials he could use. Though he was mostly on his own, he had begun trading with some nearby villagers. He had just finished mining quite a few blocks of obsidian. He wanted a fireplace. The best material to make a fire was called netherrack – it has been proven to burn, quite literally, forever. However, it was only located in the region deep below the surface known as the Nether, which is basically a molten ball of lava and heated rock with creatures that want to kill you around every corner. He figured he could just make a portal out of obsidian, go there quickly, grab some netherrack, and get out of there as fast as he could. Simple plan, right? Wrong. He got the portal up, the violet swirls hypnotizing him as he stepped in to go to the nether. It wasn’t that hard or painful; he was easily teleported, and arrived in the nether in moments. He used his pickaxe (Which was made out of diamonds, I might add) to harvest some of the netherrack to his immediate right. He sighed in relief. It was already over! He stepped back in the portal, ready to be teleported back to the overworld. Then suddenly, something was heard in the distance. It was a ghast, shooting an explosive fireball towards Steve. Steve tried to protect himself, but there was no need. He was teleported before the explosion went off. However, the explosion closed the portal while he was teleporting. He was stuck inbetween two dimensions, much like our last two unfortunate characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Equestria, Twilight and Rainbow were both panicking. What did that thing do? What was that noise? Is it bad? They both thought these questions to themselves. Rainbow Dash finally spoke up. “…Egh, Twilight, don’t worry about it. You probably just teleported some dust in the air to some other planet far away, right?” Twilight looked up. “Then explain that ear-rending sound that came right afterwards.” Rainbow was hit by realization. “…Oh, uh, I hadn’t thought of that… Oh…” From upstairs, a voice was heard. It was Spike, who was at the time, sick with a virus. “…H-Hey, what gives?” Twilight looked up at him. “…Oh, don’t worry, Spike. Just go back to sleep and get better.” Twilight sounded rather demanding. Spike just shrugged, and waddled back to his bed. Twilight grabbed a quill and a scroll, and quickly wrote to the Princess about what just happened. She didn’t see that she had any other option. “…Spike! I need you to send this letter!” She said, realizing she needed him only moments after demanding him to go back to bed. Spike waddled over, and Twilight pushed the letter over to spike with her magic. Spike burned it up, and it flew out the window. He went right back to bed, almost asleep instantly. Suddenly, from outside, three manly voices were heard from right outside, all three seeming to be yelling.