//------------------------------// // Safety // Story: I DisPiez U // by TheTalentlessPony //------------------------------// Roomies... Pinkie Pie found herself frozen as she stared at Discord's eagle claw. Roommates? Her and Discord: the spirit of chaos? The one who tore her and her friends apart? We're STILL holding that over him, Pink-Pie? C'moooon~ Don't listen to me, Pinkie Pie! Discord was a big meanie then, and he's STILL a big meanie now! Hush up me! He's just a wittle wonely~ Wittle wonely!? That doesn't make what he did okay! Pft. Says me. If I'm gonna be like that, I'm not inviting me to my next party! I wouldn't! I would! I'm a terrible pony! ...Well, that shifted tones easily. Pinkie Pie quickly decided that her mind was not the best place to go. So... where else could she go for answers? Her body? Her... mane? Or maybe... My heart...? Shifting her eyes downwards, she tried just that. ...Admittedly, it was rather hard. She had never really focused to listen to her heart before. "...Well..." she began to say, unable to come up with much. Choosing to give Discord the impression that he wasn't in control, she frowned and gazed up at him. "Well, what if I don't wanna, huh? What if I say n-" Pinkie Pie was suddenly stopped from completing her sentence from her tongue suddenly sticking out. She stared at it, confused, then pulled it back in and tried again. "You'll be in big trouble ya know! And all I gotta do is tell my friends that you're he-" Stopped again by a protruding tongue, Pinkie Pie deepened her frown in frustration. Even Discord was giving her a strange look at this point. Why was she having such a hard time rejecting his offer? Maybe because... I want him here? Pinkie Pie found herself intrigued by her own suggestion. Was that possible? She wanted a big meanie like Discord to hang around with her? That's silly. You're silly! ...But he's silly too. Raising a brow up at him, Pinkie Pie slowly... approached Discord, growing closer to his claw. "...No chaos." "Of course." "No hurting my friends." "Me? Never!" Clearly, it was Discord's want for privacy that made up those answers, but for some reason, Pinkie Pie didn't really care. So, she held out her hoof to his claw and shook it. "Room-rooms," she muttered. "Oh, wonderful!" Discord exclaimed, with a slight hint of devilish intent in his voice. "I'll just make myself at home then!" Pinkie Pie barely had time to utter a flat "what" before the snap of a claw made the entire room light up, making her unable to see much. However, upon the lights dimming, Pinkie Pie looked around... in awe. Her room had officially been Discord-ified... if that was a word. Her ceiling had been checker-boarded light and dark blue, while the floor was made out of cotton-candy clouds (which Pinkie Pie would've GLADLY eaten, if not for the fact that it would've made a hole there, where the Cakes would've be able to see the mayhem). Her bed had been turned into a giant cake, while her pillow had been turned into a huge brownie. Her plushes were still recognizable, but now had cupcake-like bodies with icing-hats. The walls were made of popcorn, and the whole room smelled of a bakery mixed in with a movie theater (it was undecided if that was a good or bad thing). "...Whoa~" Pinkie Pie lit up as she surveyed the room. "How cool! Why didn't I think of this!?" Excited as could be, she jumped up and rolled about in her cake-bed with her fondant-blanket draped over her. Meanwhile, Discord stared at her quizzically. A sudden change in a room's appearance would usually surprise anyone. He wanted to put it off as Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie, but there seemed to be more behind it than that. Before he could ponder on it further though, he was tackled to the ground by Pinkie Pie, who cheerfully touched her nose to his. "This is awesome! The perfect amount of silly!" He blinked for a moment, trying to register her words, then just grinned. "You mean 'chaos'." "Silly chaos then~" Discord couldn't help but huff at bit at Pinkie Pie's unnervingly cheerful demeanor. "You made lots and lots of food here though. You must be hungry!" The sudden growl from Discord's stomach confirmed Pinkie Pie's theory, and she quickly dashed into her closet. "How good are you at..." Coming out of her closet, she showed of her black stealth suit. "...sneaking~?" Discord snorted a bit at the simple question. "You need to ask? I'm a master!" "Good! Follow me then, Master-of-Sneaking-Discord...and no turning lights into fireworks!" she told him, opening the door quietly and heading out into the hallway. He made a mental note to make a mental note of her idea, then slithered after her; being stealthy was an easy challenge, if you could even call it that. Sneaking downstairs, Pinkie Pie curiously looked about. "No Mister or Misses Cake in sight. Wonder where they went." she muttered. After confirming that no one was around, she made her way into the kitchen, followed by Discord, who looked rather unamused. "So the kind Miss Pinkie Pie is going the make the great Discord something to munch on while all I have to do is thi-" "No no no!" Pinkie Pie stopped Discord's attempt to snap his fingers and pulled his face closer to her, giggling slightly. "I'm not gonna make you something! We're gonna make us something!" She lightly poked his nose to get her point across. "And no magic. Kay?" Discord raised a brow at her, but Pinkie Pie ignored it. "It'll be so much more special if we do it without magic!" she told him, almost like a promise. He was skeptical, but decided to go along with it anyway. He wasn't quite sure how much Pinkie Pie was willing to tolerate him before she told her friends about him, after all. "Now! We need...flour, eggs, butter, sugar-" Discord almost started to doze off by the boring old list of cake ingredients, until... "...soda pop...cookie crumbs...what else?" Pinkie Pie questioned, looking at him with an innocent expression. He was unsure of how to respond at first. He had never really made anything from scratch before. "...Hey," she called to him suddenly. "Why don't cha just have fun with me and try making something instead of poofing it up like ya usually do?" she questioned. It was a simple straight-forward one, but it somehow felt as if there was more meaning behind it. Not knowing that meaning frustrated Discord, so he chose to play along some more. Maybe if he did, it would inform him of that reason. Looking around, he opened a cupboard and pulled out a bag of gumballs, offering it to Pinkie Pie, who lit up at the suggestion. "That's PERFECT!" she exclaimed, grabbing the bag with extreme enthusiasm. Upon placing it on the table, her mind began to race; it needed more. Slyly turning her head to Discord, she grinned. "...Chocolate milk?" He stared at her for a moment, puzzled, then grinned as he caught onto her game. "And cotton candy?" "And gummi bears!" "And peanut butter cups!" "And Hershay Kisses!" "And Butterhoofers!" "And Gaitstoppers!" "And SweetTrots!" "And Filly Bottle Pops!" "And Pony Tales!" "And AirHooves!" The madness of adding candy into their mix would've continued on forever had it not been for the overflowing bowl. "Oops~" Pinkie Pie said, pretending as if they had dumped all of the candy in by accident. "Guess we went overboard!" Turning her attention to Discord, she slid the bowl over to him and gave him a spoon. "Can you stir that for me? I gotta go find us some chaotic muffin tins!" she exclaimed, knowing that Discord would be more than happy with the term 'chaotic'. He just nodded in agreement, being, admittedly, a little speechless. He had never really been asked so nicely to do something. All he ever remembered were demands, like "Begone Discord!", "Stop this chaos at once Discord!", or "Discord, stop turning my plants into marshmallows!" What made Pinkie Pie so tolerant of him? He had to know. "And remember! Nooo snappy-snaps!" Pinkie Pie reminded him before she trotted off to find the 'most chaotic' muffin tins. Her words had snapped him out of his thinking, and he quickly turned his attention to the candy-coated batter that her and himself had made. Though he did begin stirring it, he couldn't help but draw his attention back to Pinkie Pie every so often. All she was doing was rooting through cupboards, and yet he was drawn to her. Drawn to the mystery of her perhaps. Yes... perhaps. "PERFECT!" Discord blinked in confusion as he saw what she was holding. It wasn't a muffin tin at all; It was just a flat piece of metal... ...And Pinkie Pie shoved her head right into it. CLANG! Pulling the metal off of her face, she smiled at Discord and held up her 'chaotic' creation. Forcing her head into the metal plate had left an indent into it; an indent of her face. "Hm...silly me!" she said with a giggle. "My face isn't muffin-size." Looking over at Discord, she held out the muffin tin and shook it tauntingly. "Help me out~?" He stared at her in confusion, then simply snapped his fingers, turning the Pinkie Pie shape into 13 smaller Pinkie Pie shapes. Hm... confusion. It had been a word that had described his expression often during the short time he had spent with her. The spirit of chaos... confused by a little pink pony whose cutie mark was balloons, not a confused Discord head. It... amused him somewhat, admittedly. Snapping up another metal plate, Discord made his own indent into it by turning himself into 13 smaller Discords and promptly slamming into said-plate. Afterwards, the smaller Discords formed together like a puzzle and turned back into the normal-sized one. Pinkie Pie clapped her hooves at the sight. "That's perfect!" she exclaimed, grabbing his tin and smiling up at him. "Now the Pinkie Pie cupcakes can be friends with your Discord cupcakes!" she added, rushing to the oven and placing the cupcakes inside. Discord couldn't help but raise a brow skeptically. "Oh? What if the Discord cupcakes don't want a friend?" he questioned, teleporting inside the oven before Pinkie Pie could close it. The expression he got from her was... odd, to say the least. She had deadpanned, as if her mind could not comprehend the thought. Or perhaps she was merely thinking of a response? Nevertheless, she cheered back up after a moment and grabbed him. "That's a silly question!" Pulling him out and shutting the oven, she stood him up and thrust herself at him, hugging him with all her little pony might. "Everyone wants a friend, Cordie. Even if they don't know it. If you never have a friend, you'll just... never know what you're missing," she said softly. Discord shifted uncomfortably in her grasp, not used to getting a hug from someone. "Urf. Yes yes, magic of friendship and whatnot," he muttered, trying to push Pinkie Pie away as quickly as possible. She wouldn't let go though, so he snapped his fingers, speeding up the oven and prompting it to go off. Ding! "Ooo! The cupcakes are ready!" Pinkie Pie cheered, looking away from Discord and focusing on the oven. This made it much easier for him to push her away. Despite that though, she still smiled at him. "...What's that face for?" Discord questioned with raised brows. A giggle was all the reply he got from Pinkie Pie however as she opened up the oven, happily pulling out the colorful cupcakes and setting them on the counter. He then watched her closely as she pulled out the somehow not-gross-looking cupcakes and put them in couples; A Discord with a Pinkie Pie. Afterwards, she iced them, making sure to get the faces just right; she wanted them perfect. This was Discord's first hoof-made cupcake after all. Or... was it claw-made? ...Maybe paw-made? He's got both! Despite the argument going on in her head, she ignored it and swiftly shoved one of the couples into Discord's claw and paw, letting out a cheerful, "Try 'em!" before helping herself to a couple. He stared skeptically at the cupcakes first, then hesitantly took a bite. While Pinkie Pie seemed to be enjoying them to no end, he simply couldn't describe them as anything but 'odd'. The taste was amazing, yes... but there was something else about them too. It wasn't the look of them, or the crazy-high sugar content. It was... just something. For that moment however, he ignored the thought and ate at the cupcakes with Pinkie Pie, splitting the last couple between themselves. Afterwards though, he noticed her sad expression over the already-gone cupcakes and simply snapped up another couple for her. She was... skeptical of them actually, and her expression even shifted to one of dissapointment when she bit into them. "...What?" Discord questioned. "Not chaotic enough for you?" With a wide smirk, he snapped up another cupcake and made it explode, splattering icing all over the walls. "That's not it." Pinkie Pie told him, despite laughing a bit as she licked some icing off of her mane. "The love is missing." Then it was Discord's turn to be skeptical. "Hm?" "The love," she repeated, handing him the half-eaten cupcakes. "You can't copy the love we put into making those cupcakes. Silly Cordie~" Thinking that she was crazy, Discord took it upon himself to test that theory. Biting in though... he discovered that, admittedly, there was something different about the cupcakes. Where did that oddness go? Though he wouldn't say it out loud, it was something he missed from them. Dropping the cupcakes, he simply shrugged his 'mistake' off and tried again, whipping up another batch. The oddity was still missing though. And it irritated him. Why could he not replicate the silly little 'love' put into those cupcakes? He was the spirit of chaos. He could do anything he wanted! "Sorry, Cordie," Pinkie Pie said, showing a bit of concern. "We can make another batch if you want," she added, being slightly more gentle than usual to ease his frustration. She then looked around and giggled. "But first, I wanna clean this mess up, or the Cakes will-" "PINKIE PIE!" The aforementioned pony froze, then turned her head to see the Cakes standing there, looking rather displeased at the chaotic mess. Icing and opened bags of candy were everywhere, and Pinkie Pie was the one caught right in the middle of it, being covered in icing herself. Despite this though, her first concern was of Discord. Looking over, she noticed that he was long-gone; probably teleported away. Admittedly, she was glad. "Cordie~" she cooed to herself, happy that he had been unseen. She recalled their hug (well, her hug to him), and found herself surprisingly content with getting caught in the messy kitchen. She remembered his expression; the one he had made when he pushed her away. She knew... she knew too well. He liked it... With that in mind, she then tilted her head back towards the angry Cakes and shrugged, putting a hoof behind her head and sticking her tongue out. "Oops?"