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// Prologue 
// Story: The Misadventures of Razor and Daedalus 
// by RazortheAwesome 
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The Misadventures of Razor and Daedalus


A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction  
By RazortheAwesome and DaedaltheusXIV  
DISCLAIMER: This is a non-profit fanbased work of prose. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is the property of Hasbro, and the reinvention of Lauren Faust. No copyright infringement is intended, please support the official release.  

Prologue  

Within the wide and vast world of Equestria, there are many different ponies with many different tales to tell. While many of these tales mostly focus on the six wielders of the all-powerful Elements of Harmony, there are many other ponies out there, each with their own tale to tell. The musicians Vinyl Scratch and Octavia have their music, Lyra and Bon-Bon have their antics, the ever-elusive Doctor continues to have many adventures that go unnoticed by the general population of Equestria, and of course let us not forget about the kind and lovable Derpy Hooves. This tale, however, is not about any of them, for their tales have already been told. This tale is about two others. The two others who would end up in Ponyville not by coincidence, not by chance, but because within less than two hours, everything would be on fucking fire.  

It was a perfect day in Equestria, so perfect in fact, that nopony would dispute just how perfect it was. Celestia’s sun shone brightly in the sky, not a spare cloud was to be seen, the birds were chirping where there were birds, royal business of all kinds was conducted in Canterlot, and the Pegasi of Cloudsdale made rainbows and all kinds of weather.  The ponies of the ever-popular Ponyville went about their daily business, and in the far off city of Fillydelphia, a lone Pegasus sat in his apartment working on a strange mechanical device. The device itself was massive, about the size of a refrigerator or a large closet. Its appearance resembled a large, vertical, steel colored cylindrical tube. At the center of the cylinder was a spherical portion that had what appeared to be tinted glass all around it as opposed to the metal that made up the cylinder. Inside the spherical portion lay all kinds of mechanical parts and devices that did Celestia knows what.  

The Pegasus himself looked much better off than the device as he sat on down on the floor of his living room and focused intently on the task at hoof. He was larger than average for a Pegasus, hell he was larger than the average pony by most standards.  While not as big as a certain red stallion resident of Ponyville, he still stood taller than most ponies. His wings were larger as well to accommodate his size, though they remained firmly at his sides. The color of his coat was that of a very light, almost tan, chocolate brown, and his eyes were a much darker shade of brown.  Although depending upon the light, they would often appear to be more of an amber or dark reddish color. The mane that rested on his neck and head was a dark, charcoal black in color, and didn’t extend past his neck. While his mane was far from unkempt, it had a look that could best be described as “scruffy” as if this particular Pegasus only ran a comb through it once in the morning and left it alone for the rest of the day. His tail had very much the same appearance, and like most stallions, it was short. His cutie mark resembled a pen crossed with a T-square in the shape of an X. While most ponies were not fond of clothes, this particular Pegasus wore around his neck a simple white collar, and along with it, a simple blue tie. On his snout rested a simple pair of round, black rimmed glasses that kept his eyes focused on his work.  

With the access-panel to the device open and his eyes practically glued through his glasses to the task at hoof, the Pegasus continued his work as he put on the finishing touches on the device. With a screwdriver in only his right hoof, he tightened one last screw on one of the many components of the device, a difficult task for most ponies that weren’t unicorns, but he made it look easy. Once that was done, he let his hoof fall flat and let the screwdriver fall into it. That done, he took the screwdriver out and placed it in his mouth before shutting the panel and spitting out the screwdriver. With his trusty screwdriver out of his way, he looked back up at the device. Finally, after only Celestia knows how long the device stood completed in front of him. The device towered over him as he sat there on his living room floor, and yet despite its enormity, it only had one button. It had one, large, unmarked red button about the size of his hoof that was positioned just above the spherical portion of the device on the cylindrical body of the rest of it.  

While any normal pony would have hesitated or taken a moment to admire the fruits of their labor, such things were not to be in the mind of the young Pegasus. Without even wasting even a fraction of a second or a second thought on it, he moved his hoof up and pressed the big candy-like red button on the device. The literal instant he pushed the button his entire apartment suddenly began to violently shake as a large humming noise echoed from the machine. Everything in the Pegasus’s apartment shook as the device rocked it into oblivion. What little things that were on the shelves fell off, the furniture moved about the living room, and even the Pegasus himself struggled to keep his plot on the floor. Dust even began to fall from the ceiling and the walls as the apartment continued to shake. After about two minutes, the apartment stopped shaking and everything sat perfectly still as a nice, soft, quiet hum came from the machine.  

The Pegasus just remained quietly seated on the floor as he stared at his device.  After staring for a few moments, he saw that not only had the device actually calmed down, but that many of the lights on the other side of the spherical portion of the device were on and blinking exactly as he expected them to. Upon seeing this, a wide smile grew on his face, and then it grew even wider the longer he stared at it.  

“Yes!” The Pegasus shouted as he suddenly stood up on both his hind legs and thrust both his forelegs up into the air. “I AM INVINCIBLE!!!” At almost the exact instant the word ‘invincible’ left his mouth, his moment of epicness was broken by the front door unlocking itself.  

“Yo Daedalus, what the fuck was that!?” said a black unicorn as he entered the apartment, his left foreleg wrapped around a paper grocery bag. “I thought it was an earthquake at first, but then my magic stopped working the second I got here.” The unicorn at the door appeared to be rather young, though he couldn’t have been much older than the Pegasus that already occupied the shared apartment. His coat appeared to be almost pure black in color. However, in reality it was really more of an incredibly dark grey. If nopony knew any better, they would never even guess that his coat was a shade of grey. His mane was a shade of light brown and unlike his Pegasus friend, ran all the way down his neck. One even dare call it a mare’s mane if they were so bold, though the rare few that did find a boldness to call him one would find themselves waking up in Fillydelphia General Hospital in due time.  Mostly, it ran straight but some parts of it were obviously a bit scruffier than others. His tail was essentially the same, and like his mane was longer than the average tail length for a stallion. His eyes were the color of emerald green and were truly something to look at for the mares.  

His cutie mark though, was a completely different story. His cutie mark resembled the letter ‘A’ enclosed within an open circle. Neither the letter nor the circle were very thick, the circle itself was only about an inch and a half thick and the lines that made up the letter ‘A’ were not much thicker, in fact they were thinner, but just by a hair. The entire thing resembled what would commonly be described as an anarchy symbol. What made his cutie mark unusual, however, was the fact that the entire thing was on fire. The ‘A’, the circle, every part of it was made of fire and bits of the flames seemed to rise up from it towards the tops of his flanks.  

“Ah but you see, Razor,” The Pegasus, evidently named Daedalus said as he turned his attention to face the unicorn. The expression on his face resembled that of a maniacal grin “I have completed it.” He spoke in a very soft, yet deep voice that only those with authority would possess.  

“Eh?” replied the unicorn, evidently named Razor, in confusion.  

“My Mark 4 Anti-Magic Field Generator is complete. And yes, it fucking works.” Daedalus continued as he walked around and placed his right hoof on the device, the maniacal smile on his face still ever present. Razor just kept staring at it for a few moments before he let out an audible sigh.  

“Agh... This again,” said Razor as he grabbed the handles of the paper grocery back with his teeth and kicked the door shut with his back hoof. He then walked over and placed the bag down on the coffee table, which had moved slightly to the left when the building shook. “Seriously, you’re never gonna let me live this down are you. Just because I accidently set one little fire.”  

“It wasn’t one little fire!” Daedalus shouted at the top of his lungs the second those words left Razor’s mouth. Razor just stared back at him with his eyes slightly wide while the look Daedalus gave him was a look that he would give an insane pony who just told him that the sky was red. After a long moment of silence between them, Razor sighed loudly again.  

“All right it wasn’t just one fire,” said Razor as he rolled his eyes. “But seriously. Do you seriously need this thing? I mean it’s not like you can actually...”  

“Shut up!” Daedalus yelled as he stepped away from the device. “Of course I need this device. After what happened last time do you really think I wouldn’t need it?” He asked sarcastically. Razor opened his mouth to speak but Daedalus cut him off before he could say another word. “What excuse do you honestly think you could possibly make Razor? Really, tell me. I want to know.”  

“The last one didn’t even work. I mean it’s not like you...”  

“Shut up,” Daedalus said to him again. “They all said the same thing. They all said it was daft to even attempt to build a device that could impede unicorn magic. However, I built one and magic proofed a house all the same. Just to show em I could.” Daedalus said as he began to pace around the room. “You burned that house to the ground. SO... I built a second one... That you burned to the ground. So, I built a third one... That one got caught in a hurricane, then a landslide, fell over, got buried under mountains of rubble and then you burned it to the ground! But this fourth one...” He said as he walked back over to his device. “Is staying up and you are not going to burn this place to the ground. Not while I’m here.” Daedalus said to Razor and he turned around and pointed right hoof accusingly at him.  “And most certainly not while this,” he slapped the device, “is here either.”  

Razor just stood there for a moment with the same blank expression on his face as he took in all of Daedalus’ words. After a moment though, the expression on his face changed from that blank look to a devilish grin. A smile appeared on his face that started out small and innocent, but then quickly grew from ear to ear. It was the look of someone who had just been issued a challenge.  

“Razor, what are you…” Daedalus said to him, not liking the look on his face.  





“YOU SET ALL OF FILLYDELPHIA ON FIRE JUST TO PROVE A FUCKING POINT!!!” Daedalus yelled at his friend and roommate as the two of them stood on a mountainside cliff overlooking the city.  

“At least our apartment building is still standing.” As if on cue, the moment those words left Razor’s mouth the very last standing building in the city, their the building that was their apartment building shook. As if in shocked awe, Daedalus watched as the concrete base of the apartment building buckled under its own weight, the fine fractures deepening with each passing second. Then, in a secondary burst of dust, the entire left side of the building collapsed, the blocks falling freely until finally, the two watched the structure twist. In a moment best suited for the waltz of some blue Danube to play, the apartment building shook twice in the air, twisted 30 degrees and finally, came to rest on the ground amongst the smoldering ash and embers of what one could have once called Fillydelphia.  

“I’m going to start hitting you now,” Daedalus said to Razor. “I don’t know when I’ll stop.”  


The Misadventures of Razor and Daedalus