//------------------------------// // Preface/Prolouge // Story: La Fiction Fantastique // by Nicoville20 //------------------------------// Hello Dear Readers, In 1830, the French composer Hector Berlioz premiered one of his greatest pieces of orchestral music. This was the Symphonie Fantastique. A five-movement symphony that was fully program music, the first of its kind. It tells the story of a love-sick artist chasing the dreams of his love but is torn by grief and sorrow where eventually he is executed and is sent to hell where his beloved becomes the devil's witch. This was a fantastic piece of work that portrayed feelings through the power of music, but was also a piece of Berlioz's reality, for this was his autobiography in music form and his thematic idea in the entire piece, his Idee Fixie was an Irish actress named Harriet Smithson, whom after listening to this in a concert agreed to marry him. It didn't work out though as both Berlioz and Smithson divorced years later. Years later in 2011, a Deviantart curator named Cartuneslover16 invented the ship that took Deviantart by storm. It was a pairing between Regular Show's Mordecai and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic's Twilight Sparkle ultimately creating the ship Mordetwi. Several years later in 2021, the ship that had been received life as a sort of a joke is enjoying a revival being a viral meme on TikTok and what better way on capitalizing on this ship is to write a fanfiction using the Symphonie Fantastique as inspiration. This will be a short story in five-seven chapters, of which is based on the five movements of the symphony. As a standard disclaimer, I do not own any of the cartoons or anime used in this story. They are property of their creators and therefore rightful owners, whomever they might be. Also, the following events are purely fictional, besides the names of the nations, wonders, and great people and have no ties to any other peoples, historical events, etc. and any relation is coincidental. The ships in the FanFiction are canon to most fandoms but some are made up. Most of the character's ages will remain the same unless written as otherwise. This fic will be rated PG-13. On another point, Mordecai and Twilight Sparkle will be human in the first parts of the story, and will transform in the very last chapter. If there any problems with this, feel free to leave a comment in the story, and if it is overwhelming I will go back and fix it as soon as possible. Please also keep in mind that being busy and all, I won't have time to update this quickly, I will update as much as a can quickly. Without further ado, please enjoy La Fiction Fantastique, a look into Mordecai's passion for Twilight Sparkle. Best Regards, Nicoville20 La Ficiton Fantastique Prolouge It is morning in the small European town of Tune Village, a town on the grow in the early 19th Century. The young thinkers of the day gather in the newly established coffee house. The Age of Enlightenment has enriched the lives of these students, and outcomes an age of romanticism and nationalism. Beethoven's music dominated the scene, even after his death. Revolutions were taking place all over Europe, as it happened in France years ago. Many of the young people have rejected the old ideas of all their elders and embraced new-age thinking from democratic principles to the portrayal of emotion through poetry, music, and art. One of these new-age students was a young poet with blue hair named Mordecai B. Jay. A student at the local academy, learning the new ideals of the day. He was a deep man of culture, a man with a love for all things romantic. He is a frequent patron of the local coffee house where he talks with his mates about life and poetry. His mates include three students from the university. One of them was a young blonde man named Edward Elric. A budding scientist studying chemistry from the same countryside village Mordecai was from. He has a brother, but since the death of their mother, his younger brother decided to take charge of the family farm. He often joins Mordecai and indulges in his philosophy and poetry. On that morning, Edward entered the coffeehouse, books and scrolls packed in his satchel. "Bonjour Mordecai," He says, spotting the place where they meet. "Bonjour Edward," Mordecai says back. Edward pulls up a chair, both bring out pennies which their regular server takes and bring them cups and a coffeepot. "So Edward, how are your studies going?" Mordecai asks, taking a sip of the strong black coffee served. So does Edward before he responds. "It's all coming along well. Professor Utonium is already teaching our class atomic theory. Took some extensive notes on the subject as well. You know, this sounds crazy. But, I think one could create life with just a few of these elements. It is a fact that is humans are created with such simple elements". "Really? And what of these elements you speak of?" Edward pulls out a pocketbook he always brings with him, turning the pages to where he wants to. He proceeds to read off his little list. "Water 35 Liters, Carbon 20 kilograms, Ammonia 4 Liters, Lime 1.5 kilograms, Phosphorous 800 grams, Salt 250 grams, Saltpeter 100 grams, Sulfur 80 grams, Fluorine 7.5 grams, Iron 5 grans, Silicon 3 grams, and fifteen traces of other elements". "Whoa. Is that a shopping list or what?" "These are what makes the human body, or so our professor told us. It could be possible to bring people back from the dead, or better yet create a new human being entirely. It's amazing I'll tell you that much. Best of all, all of these elements are cheap. Even a street urchin can afford to make a human". "Interesting. A human creation scheme. Said urchin would make millions". "But something is missing. Sure you can create life with science. But I have a feeling that something important is missing. Something even science can't explain". "Perhaps," a new voice enters. "What is missing is something science can't bring. Something that must connect through the soul. Something like... religion". Another one of their mates popped in. A man with orange hair walks in, doing the same as his mates. Takes a penny out and pours his own cup of coffee. His name is Philip J. Fry. A philosophy student in the university who contemplates and questions everything in life, but also justifies religion into reason. "Bonjour Edward, Mordecai". "Bonjour Philip," both answer back. "Sounds like creating humans is a little more tricker than you may think Ed. There has to be something that gives a human life. Something that makes them a person, a living creature. There has to be a connection to the outer realm. A connection to God". "Sounds like someone believes in the belief of absolute monarchism" Edward responds sarcastically. "But that's just it Ed. We don't know who controls the cosmos. We don't know if there is a heaven or a hell. Personally, I don't commit myself about heaven and hell. I have friends in both places. All we can learn after death is what will ever happen next". "The argument continues. Like felines and canines" Mordecai replies trying to lighten the mood. "Oh by the way, have you heard about the Parisian revolution?" "Another one? It's the third time already". "But it's a given that people when not given the resources to survive, there will be tension between social classes," Fry says. "Well thank God, my family does not reside in Paris" another voice responds. Enters the final of these mates, Tamaki Suoh. A man from a wealthy landowning family who has gone to the university to study music composition, under the influence of Bach and Beethoven. He like everyone else takes out a penny and grabs himself a cup of coffee. "Bonjour Messieurs," Tamaki says gracefully. "Bonjour Tamaki," they all reply in unison. The morning inside the coffeehouse was certainly becoming busier. "Some of my family and friends are living in Paris. I certainly hope they don't go the way of my other relatives in 1790". "I'm sure your relatives will be fine. A failed revolution in 1832 has proven that well" Mordecai responds to Tamaki's worries. "On a different note, Tamaki how are your music studies going?" "Pretty much alright. Beaulieu has me working on fugues. Pretty much the most complicated thing I can think of. Bach is a great composer. But seriously, if there is a time I would need to represent hell, it would be a fugue". "Sounds complicated, I could never dream of doing something like that. You have... such... talent...". Mordecai stopped speaking when out of the window, something caught his eyes. Something out of the ordinary, but not as much out of the ordinary. It was a group of sewing ladies, but one of them had fair purple skin and luscious dark purple hair. It was enchanting to Mordecai, who hasn't seen anything like it. He was decidedly in love. So much so, that he has been ignoring everything the others have been saying. "Mordecai!!" Tamaki shouts, leaving his hands in front of his face, which causes Mordecai to break out of his trance. "Oh, sorry. I was distracted by a beauty... a speck of light outside on the village square". He points outside and the students look. One of the women was familiar to Edward, whom he was seeing. "Hey! Are you talking about my Winry?" Edward asks, slowly becoming suspicious. "No! Not the blonde! I'm talking about her!" He clarifies pointing to the purple-skinned woman. "Oh... Oh! I think Winry talked about her before". "Who is she?" "I think her name is... Twiggy Spankle? Or... No, wait". Edward tries to slowly remember what her name was, since it only was mentioned to him once. "Twistar... Twihead... No, I got it! Twilight Sparkle was her name". "Twilight... Sparkle" Mordecai repeats. It was a strange feeling inside of him. Can it be? Is this strange feeling called... love? Is it true what Shakspeare wrote? Love at first sight? A Romeo and Juliet love story, coming true in front of his own eyes? He was distracted yet again, Edward had to snap his fingers to get his attention again. "Mordecai!" he shouts, "Are you okay?" "Oh, sorry". "Anyway, Winry told me she has come here from another European country to study at the university. She works at the new fabric factory near the outskirts of town". "A hard-working woman, AND a smart one too!" Mordecai was fully enchanted yet again. "Yeah, it is surprising! When Napoleon was emperor," Fry starts. "There was a time when women were not allowed to do anything". "Well thank God, that Napoleon is dead". Edward finishes his cup of coffee. "Well, I got to get going. Early morning classes have me in stitches". "Before you go Ed!" Tamaki starts, "I want to all invite you to my manor tonight. I throwing a little soiree for my birthday. I've invited almost everyone in town to this event". "It really pays that your father is a rich landowner". "Well I don't like to brag much..." Tamaki didn't say anything else for a while. "Anyway, I hope to see you all tonight". Tamaki too finishes his coffee and starts leaving, "But I will see you three later as well. I should be getting on a pianoforte and practice". Both Edward and Tamaki leave the coffeehouse, as their regular server comes round to collect their empty cups. "Sounds exciting, maybe this Twilight Sparkle will be there too," Mordecai says, a hint of flaming romance in his eyes. His heart is set on this woman he has only seen through the window. "It's all that you can think about now isn't it?" Fry replies. He has rarely seen Mordecai in this state of total oblivion. Fry doesn't argue back and his attention is now on their regular server with black hair. "Say, Monsieur Naofumi. You heard what Tamaki said. Are you going to his soirée tonight? I know he would be delighted to see you there". Naofumi laughed at the idea. A cynical man like himself, being invited to a rich boy's soiree was beneath him. "Are you kidding me? Hell no!" "What do you mean no? You're one of his favorite servers in this coffeehouse! And besides, I'm sure there will be fine bachelorettes for you to hook up with. After all, a woman in a man's life is the key to tranquility". "Maybe where you are from. But!" Naofumi continues on with a stern tone, "I DO NOT mess with women. I had a thing for a Parisian Grisette, the bitch lied about me and had me sent out of town. I am not interested alright. I'm laying out from experience". He collects the rest of the coffee cups and pot. "Listen. If you want to go around, having women by your side go on ahead. But you certainly don't want that blemish on your reputation. Trust me". He continues on with his work as Mordecai and Fry leave the coffeehouse to the dormitories of the university. They do not have classes until high noon, so they have plenty of free time to do whatever. For Mordecai however, there was one thing and only one thing he had in mind. The beautiful Purple-skinned woman named Twilight Sparkle. "So Mordecai. Are you going to come with me to the theater? The actors of Hamlet are having a morning matinee. I know how much you like Shakespeare's work". "Oh... No thanks. I have some other business to attend to". "Suit yourself". As they were talking, he didn't know but Mordecai bumped into someone and he couldn't believe his eyes. It was the Twilight Sparkle he saw earlier this morning! It was by pure luck and divine providence that he would see her, her purple hair shining brightly in front of him with an air of radiance. Mordecai was in awe. "I-I-... B-Bonjour mademoiselle. comment vas tu ce matin?" "I-I-... Hello Miss! How are you this morning?" "... ... ... was war das?" She finally responds. She can only speak and understand German, so whatever this man was saying is making no sense to her. "... ... ... What was that?" "je veux juste dire, comme tu es merveilleuse et belle aujourd'hui!" "I just want to say, how wonderful and beautiful you are today!" Twilight didn't say another word, and after a couple of seconds of awkwardness, she decides to slowly walk away from him. Mordecai couldn't understand, why did she not respond to his compliment? Perhaps... perhaps, she didn't like her at all. Mordecai starts to freak out a little. He has always been popular, especially with the ladies. But this is different. He felt dejected, ignored, heartbroken. "Is it something I said?" Mordecai frantically asked. "Maybe she doesn't understand me? Or maybe she thinks I'm weird? Am I weird? What she hates me? She hates me! She really hates me!!" "Oh relax Mordecai!" Fry shouts to him. "I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding. Perhaps if you were to talk to her again I'm sure she'll get to know you better. But for now, I think you should forget about it. Try and get her out of your head for now. It should probably calm you down". "I hope your right Fry". He's probably right. Perhaps he should talk to her later, as well as stop thinking about her for the most part. Perhaps if he thinks of something else, he can forget about the bad impression he made on Twilight.