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// The Fission Magician 
// Story: Dafaddah's Box of Chocolates 
// by Dafaddah 
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The Fission Magician



This is my entry to the End-of-October 255 event of the Conversion Bureau Group.
(A 255 is a complete story told in 255 words minimum to 500 words maximum. 
Prompt: Your OC has changed tribe! Unicorn to Pegasus, Pegasus to Earth Pony, Earth Pony to Unicorn. How? Why? Did somepony do this on purpose or is it a fluke of magic? An Accident?)




It all started with the potion going bad. Or with the birth of the earth pony Tim Bucktoo. Or with the big bang. None of those starting points are particularly wrong, but as the pony appointed to document these events I have chosen the first as requiring the least ink and effort on my part. Brevity is my thing. My record? Two words: "He sucks". That was a report on the world record aspirator Sakdip Hoover. I  won an award for that one!

Tim was a potion technician at the Tuscon Conversion Bureau. Last Thursday he went to administer potion to a prospective newfoal, tripped, landed under the table, and ended up pouring the potion all over himself. 

The human was sleeping off his 'hands-off' party of the night before. 

When Tim woke up things seemed normal enough, just bigger. Until he saw himself, or himselves to be precise. He now was not one but two tiny unicorn foals. 

Did I mention the potion was bad? It had a bug: internal communication between the nanites was limited. Not a problem if one drinks it down as per protocol, but when the potion fell it landed in two separate splotches. Each one tried to convert ol' Tim into a unicorn. They competed for the 'available materials' and ended up making two entire unicorns, each one foal sized.

When Tim woke up, he was beside himself. Literally! (Ha ha! I love it when I sneak humor into these reports!)

Okay, so the twin Tims (they each considered themselves the original) had another problem. Other than being foals again, they were also unicorns, and somehow their brains were magically linked so they thought exactly the same thoughts. As a consequence, they spoke in unison, which is very distracting as I can attest. I was the first on the scene and led the foals into the staff room, where everypony gathered to decide what to do.

First things first: they needed names. We thought of calling them Tim One and Tim Two, but neither of them wanted to be Tim Two. Same for Buck One and Buck Two. Bookends was deemed insulting to twins. Someone else suggested calling them collectively 'the Borg'. We laughed till we cried! Then someone proposed to call them Stereo Left and Stereo Right. No go, even if it was still pretty funny! Finally we decided on 'The Timmies', who at this point had begun experimenting with their new-found magical capabilities, to the embarrassment of many of the mares present and the annoyance of all. Then somepony brought out muffins from the kitchen and we all ate and had a good time, including the Timmies.



Two weeks later I asked how they felt about all of this. They commented (in stereo): "We're of two minds about it, but we think it has possibilities." The foals smiled and started to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To the Casino" they replied. 

I guess that explains the twin red Corvettes in the parking lot.