//------------------------------// // Chaos! Chaos! I can do anything! // Story: Live, Die, Repeat // by Hidden_Night //------------------------------// There's an appropriate song for this moment—something about the world and spinning. Also, my head began to revolve around its brain due to one thing. Chaos Magic. Now, with Chaos Magic, it's hard to generate itself, as you need to be in tune with entropy, forcing your body to do anything to continue the generation of magic. Also, I'm not fond of it at all. Chaos Magic is powerful, yes. However, the generation requires me to bend reality in extremely uncomfortable ways. I would need to be doing rubber-hose-style movements, let my limbs freely extend from their sockets, and let my body mold and bend into new positions. The worst part is my passive magic absorption removes the normal painkilling aspect of chaos magic, just adding it to my mana supply at a higher rate than most others. Then there's using it. The effects are random; of course, it's Chaos Magic. The causes I put into the spells are consistent: if I want to shoot magic, I shoot magic; if I want to teleport, I can teleport. It's what happens afterward that causes the most headaches. Such as my magic blast suddenly embuing life or my teleport setting me on fire. Masters of Chaos Magic can manipulate cause and effect, considering it harms my body every time I use it. I kept away. I should fix my head situation. I don't want to get a head of myself. My head was detached from my body, spinning around my neck with a brain hovering just above it. It was a strange sight, and I was oddly calm about seeing my brain. I just have to mend this, and then I can leave. “Oops! I forgot I broke something!” Oh no. British! “Wha?” My head was constantly spinning in place, unable to face the source of the British accent. “Don’t lose your head, friend! I was wondering who was generating enough Chaos for me to break free! I have you to thank for it!” I felt a bird claw and a bear paw grab my head and put it back in place. Then suddenly, everything began to spin, as I heard familiar ticks of something being screwed down into place. I almost threw up from being spun around like that. “Ghk!” I searched frantically for a trash can to hurl in before a brown plastic bag was placed on my muzzle. With my mouth letting go of the tension being stocked up, I began to hurl what I had into the bag. “Awww, don't be like that. It was because of you I am now free a few days ahead of schedule!” He pulled out a stopwatch, clicked the top of it, and showed it to me. It was suddenly a digital clock with the word ‘now’ on it. “See? I was supposed to be out by the time season 2 came around, but I guess this is still season 1.5 or something like that. So congratulations!” He waited until I was done puking and grabbed the plastic bag from my muzzle, lifting it upside down over my head. Now, it's sprawling confetti over my head. “What the hell?” This was odd. I'm not absorbing Chaos magic from him. What gives?! I should be able to get something from him. Yet I'm gaining nothing. “Hel is what you mean, my friend. Those bird people always had an interesting culture.” Bird people? Griffins? “Also, I saw you were absorbing chaos into your body, and since I owe you for freeing me, I turned off your whole absorbing chaos magic for some time now, now you won't deteriorate. Pony bodies do not bode well with chaos magic.” “Yo—What?!” “I mean, if you were still Human, you would've only felt burning.” “Again, WHAT?!” “I think the main character has finally realized what was happening. Tataaa~!” He opened a book from a shelf and dived inside, leaving a picture of himself. “I think I'm on drugs.” I stare at the book. At least I'm not feeling much of anything right now. I step out of the study. Only to see actual chaos brewing outside. Pink clouds are raining; what I could only hope for is chocolate. The landscape was broken and hovering in the distance. The sky was a different color as well. With a pace down the halls, six ponies ran past me. I recognized all but one, a buttery pony with pink hair. I wonder what they're doing here. It doesn't matter much to me, I guess. I just need a safe room. I felt a pulse of magic wash through my body. Even if I didn't absorb it, I can still feel it. Chaos Magic is not very difficult to differentiate from other types. The plants above hanging suddenly sprung to life, shooting down their thorns from their height advantage. Being the calm individual I am, I fucking panicked and began to sprint down the halls at full speed. The thorns were blanketing the carpet with every volley. Who gave plants infinite ammo?! I felt some stray thorns dig into my rear. It was a slight sting but still painful enough. I just gotta hope they're not poisonous. I dove into a small room. It seemed to be a broom closet but for instruments. Guitars, Bass, Violins, and all the stringy instruments were dotting the walls, leaving a lone piano underneath a spotlight in the corner of the room. He wouldn't, would he? Slowly, I approach, using my magic to remove the thorns embedded in my rear. They didn't strike blood, thanks to my coat, but it still hurts either way. I stop before the piano, my breathtaking, steady, slow, and trepidatious as I touch the piano. Curiosity killed the cat, and I'm a fool. I know nothing. I take the role of a silly clown. Then suddenly, the piano attempted to chomp on my hoof. I was able to reel it back. I laugh at the sudden realization of the danger I put myself in. I turned to run, only to see the guitars had blocked the entrance while the violins had drawn their bows and string-like arrows. The Bass just spectated, cheering I realized what was happening. This is now a gladiator ring, but instead of a tiger, I'm dealing with a killer piano. If I die to a piano, I will just cry. Stepping away from the entrance, I lower myself to the ground. Ready to bounce away from any strike. I just need to set this piano on fire and then run away like a madman. If I do fireball in this close of an enclosure, I will also hit myself. The Piano took its first move, rushing with its mouth open, the legs kicking the floor as fast as it could. I jumped back from the bite and used my magic to conjure a chain from my horn, whipping it down to the wooden surface of the piano. I was able to strike, but the piano grabbed the chain with its mouth and used it to swing me around in the air. Detaching myself from the chain, I found myself flung towards a wall, my back crashing against it. Air escaped from my lungs as I felt the wall slam into my back. Falling down, I saw the piano rush over, mouth wide open to catch me on my descent, so I did what any normal person would do. I opened a portal underneath the piano and set it above the violins. I watched as the piano fell and slammed down on the violins beneath them. Thank god for learning how to open portals today. I just grabbed the guitars and tossed them behind me so I could leave. The bass was cheering on. I assume they are, plucking their strings like that. My victory is mine, and now I'm...still looking for that safe room. This whole chaos magic brewing everywhere the thing is getting hard to process. Is there even a safe room? Yeah, probably now. You know what? Screw it. I opened my pocket dimension and hopped in, floating in the endless static void. I’ll just wait it out. “Oh, don't be like that.” “Are you-” I heard that familiar British accent. “It's no good just to hide! It was fun watching you. You actually fight back and succeed, unlike those guards. I wonder why ol’ Tia keeps them around for? They don't do their jobs!” He laughs. “I….yeah, I felt that too. They don't seem to do much.” “See? We agree on something! Oh, where are my manners? I'm Discord, God of Chaos.” He drew a paw towards me, and I could only oblige and shake his hand. “Anonymous,” I respond. “No, you're not. What's your true name?” “Like I'm going to tell you.” “I bet it's something basic, like Michael or Eric.” “Oh, you're just going to keep going.” “Hmmm. Alex?” “No? Can we not do this? I'm more confused as to how you got in here!” “Don't worry about that, chum. I can see through other dimensions. It comes with the job.” “Being a god of chaos is a job?” “Of course it is. I got a thousand-year vacation! It was wonderful! I got to sleep in every day! Now that I'm back on the clock, but enough about me, what about you? The readers pondered why I was released early and what chaos magic does to you!” “Can we not break the fourth wall?” “Nope!” “Figures.” He floats behind me, opening up my pocket dimension and tossing me back into the castle. Into what looks like private bedchambers. The sun symbolism and the fact that it's brightly lit leads me to believe that was for Celestia. “I promised Tia I wouldn't mess with her stuff, now you can do that for me! I keep my word you know? I just have to go mess with the population in Ponyville!” With another flash, he’s gone. “Hatsune Miku does not talk to British people.” I felt compelled to say.