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// Digital Chaos 
// Story: The Original Character Immigration Offices 
// by TypewriterError 
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Digital Chaos
by
Digital Chaos
 
 I walked toward the door of the O.C.I.O office. This was the day I would either fail or be able to live in a new place to... do... stuff. I wasn't even sure if this was the right place. I sure hoped it was, due to the amount of awkwardness that would follow if it wasn't.

  "Well, here we go..." I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The first thing I did when I walked into the room was fall on my face. I managed to pick myself up before anyone noticed.

  What I saw looked a lot like a doctor's office. Nervous patients, magazines, and an irritable-looking lady at the desk. 'Shoot! I walked into the doctor's office, didn't I? No, calm down, you're sure this is the right place. You're being dumb.'

  I hurried over to the desk and looked up. This was going to be a challenge. I'm a filly, and a short one at that. I had absolutely no idea how to get their attention. Then I remembered that I was a pegasus who was, again, being dumb.

  I fluttered my wings as hard as I could, and finally made it to the height of the desk. "Uhh... hi. I have an interview for moving into Equestria?"

  "Name?" The desk lady barely looked up, probably tired from all the people she'd had to deal with today.

  "Digital Chaos."

  "Here you are," she said, gesturing. "Sign your name here. Your appointment with Princess Twilight Sparkle starts in ten minutes."

  "Right, thanks."

  I hurried over to a seat in the waiting area. Ten minutes is like a week to me, but I did surprisingly better than usual. For about three minutes, I silently searched my mind for any memory of a 'Princess Twilight Sparkle'.

  Then I realized something. I was having an interview with a princess. Like the embodiment of all things girly. I betted she was going to be wearing a dress, crown, the whole shebang. 'Great, on top of the stress of the whole interview bit, I'll have to try not to laugh or puke. At least if anything goes wrong, I can lie.'

  Lying was part of my special talent. It wasn't something I was completely proud of, but it was definitely useful when it came to pranks. I have a habit of relying it too often. In this situation, lying probably wasn't my best option, but it would help if I needed it. I hoped I wouldn't.

  After I was done thinking about my interview, I was instantly bored. I proceeded to hum just about every song I knew, until somepony who had come in after me complained. After a few seconds, I started to tap my hoof to music in my head instead.

  "Uh, Miss Digital Chaos? It's time for your interview," A voice called from down the hall that most definitely didn't sound like I imagined a princess would. In fact, it sounded like they had a southern accent.

  "Right. On my way," I replied. I took a deep breath and walked down the hall until I came across a room that was labeled 'P. T. Sparkle' on a plaque. I turned into the room, and saw something completely unexpected.

  There were two interviewers. One was an orange mare with pulled back blond hair, freckles, and a hat. She was most likely the one I spoke to a minute ago. The other looked like she was made out of bright pink cotton candy, especially her mane, and had bright blue eyes. She looked like it pained her to be sitting, and somehow, she still found ways to move while sitting. By process of elimination, I decided that the blond was the princess.

  "Are you Princess Twilight Sparkle?" I asked her, sitting down in a chair across the desk from her and the candy machine.

  She chuckled. "No, Ah'm not. My name's Applejack, and this here is my friend Pinkie Pie. We're fillin' in for Twilight. You must be Miss Digital Chaos?"

  "Yeah, but just 'Digital' is fine. Or even better, just 'Chaos'." I might've been embarrassed about mistaking her for a princess, but the relief of her not being one outweighed that. They both raised their eyebrows at the second nickname suggestion.

  Applejack leaned over to Pinkie and whispered something sounded like "Is there an age ruh-struck-shun thingy anywhere in the papers?"

  "I didn't see one," Pinkie replied, oblivious to the fact Applejack was whispering and she wasn't. "Hey! Your mane looks just like mine when I was a filly, or when I'm sad! Are you me? Wait, I'm me, you can't be me, and you're a pegasus and you're blue, and your mane is brown and blue, not pink."

  "...huh?" I was completely confused by what she'd said. 'What does my mane have to do with anything? Is there something wrong with it? Did I do something wrong?! No, no, keep calm, they can't keep you out of Equestria for your manestyle. Don't be stupid.'

  "Uh, sorry 'bout that Miss Chaos." Applejack sent me an apologetic look. "Pinkie, couldja try to be more serious? Just until Twilight comes back?"

  "Right!" Pinkie slipped under the desk and came out less than a second later with a suit and a mustache. "Pinkie Totally-So-Serious Pie."

  "Right..." Applejack sent me another apologetic look. "So, uh, first question. What do ya plan on doin' in Equestria?"

  "Oh, I'd probably just have to go to school for now, right? I'd probably try to get a job at the library or in Equestrian technology branches after that." It was about then I realized I hadn't planned too far ahead after school.

  "Err... right, yeah..." Applejack didn't look she had any idea of what 'Equestrian technology branches' meant. That was fine with me, as long as it didn't count against me. "Where do ya plan on settlin'?"

  "I'd probably make myself a cloud house next to Ponyville, with stairs made out of clouds up. I could borrow a book from the library on how to do it, and possibly get help from new neighbors."

  "Do you have any family? Like a mom, or a dad, or a sister, or a brother? I never had a brother, but I had two sisters! Their names were Inkie and Blinkie! Wait, lemme guess your siblings' names... Evil Chaos? Clown Chaos? Panicky Chaos? Terrifying Chaos? Discord Chaos? Wait... you're not related to Discord, are you?" Pinkie narrowed her eyes at me. I was slightly offended by the creepy names she had come up that match my last name. 'Clown Chaos' had a nice ring to it, though.

  "Nope, no known family."

  "What's your cutie mark for? Mine's balloons, and it's for parties and fun and smiling! Some people say it's because I move around as much as three balloons in a room with an open ceiling, but they're crazy! What does that even mean, and why would they say I jump around a lot?" Pinkie asked.

  "I dunno." I deadpanned. I answered her question with, "My cutie mark's a book with a smiley face on it. It means that I'm smart, am good at research, like to crack jokes and pull pranks." I gave a sheepish look. It wasn't much of a talent, but it actually came handy in many situations. If you're being bullied, it helps to be smart and be able to make jokes to make them look like an idiot.

  "Why's it look mad, Miss Chaos? Or shall I say GENIUS EVIL CLOWN LORD THAT IS FRIENDS WITH DISCORD?" I heard the voice come from right next to me and down. I turned to see Pinkie Pie sitting right next to me, and gave a small shriek. I assure you, it wasn't wimpy sounding. It was as non-sissy sounding as a shriek can get from anything. Yeah, let's go with that.

  "Oh, heheh, that... yeah, it also means I use sarcasm a lot, think a bit highly of myself sometimes, and... um... I'm good at lying..." The last parts got progressively quieter, and I did it on purpose as I realized how bad of a light I was putting myself in. I lowered my eyes.

  Applejack leaned forward and raised her eyebrows. "What was that last part?"

  "Err... I think a bit highly of myself sometimes, and I'm good at lying..." I raised my eyes to find her with a disappointed look on her face. Pinkie was next to her again, with the same look on her face.

  Pinkie sighed. "You are an evil clown. I should've known."

  Applejack sent Pinkie a look that said 'I'm not sure what you're talking about, or why you're even here', then turned back to me. "Ah'm sorry Miss Chaos, but honesty is somethin' Ah value over many things in a good pony. Ya seem like a good pony, but even lettin' someone who's good at lyin' in is probably a right terrible idea. And tha name ain't so reassurin' neither. Ya can come back another day."

  I heard the thud and saw the flash of red come down on my papers and knew the deed was done. "Right. Bye then, I guess." I hurried out of the room before I could make a fool of myself.

  I sighed. It was back to the streets and whatever else I could find. I headed towards the exit, passing a bright blue pegasus with rainbow hair walking toward an interviewer's room.

  As I was making my exit through the door, I fell on my face again.