General Feltha stormed around his office, waving his hands and shouting.
"I thought that you were going to kill him! All you did was make him ill! What did I pay you for?"
"It is likely that our person was killed. She always liked to use poisoned blades. It seems likely that he got cut while defending himself. Do you want us to send out another assassin?" the other occupant of the room asked mildly.
"No. I know about this Equestrian. He is a human from another dimension, brought here by chance. I spoke to someone who could help."
"Who might that be?"
"Me." Said a silky voice.
Queen Chrysalis entered the room through the wall. She took up a seat on the general's chair and put her feet on his desk. She wore a dress with holes cut into it in seemingly random fashion.
"How will she help?" asked the other occupant in clear disgust. Chrysalis inspected the fingernails on one hand then snapped them. A green flame winked into existence above the tip of her finger.
"Why, I will go back in time and prevent his death. If he doesn't die, his spirit will not be in the right place to be transferred here. No more him, no more problem. Although, you do understand that all changes from this would be retroactive? If ANY of your plans or thoughts were started or influenced by him, you will be a different person in a different position."
"I understand." said General Feltha.
"Good. Now we can continue." Chrysalis said, standing up. The third occupant left. Feltha let them go. This was more important.
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I was walking down the street, the rain falling on my head. The occasional piece of hail bounced off of it as well. I wandered my way towards the Tim Hortons where I was planning on grabbing a coffee before heading back to MSS.
"Hey, Dustin." called my friend Mitch from beside me.
"What?" asked Dustin grumpily. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked on my other side.
"Cloud r34." said Mitch, ruining Final Fantasy 7 in Dustin's mind forever as he pictured it.
"Hey Mitch," he said back.
"Yeah."
"Fuck you." Dustin hitched up his sweater and pulled his hood over his head. I grinned a little inside, but didn't openly laugh. This had happened to frequently. It was especially bad when the wiggles had been mentioned. I sighed looked up. Thin black streaks seemed to be moving through the clouds. Suddenly, a shiny body dropped below the cloud layer and seemed to disappear for an instant before reappearing a little to its front. Something else was falling from the sky. Something big. Another darting body dropped out of the clouds and landed on top of the falling object.
"Hey guys what's-" then I dove forward trying to get out of the path of the huge piece of ice. I figured that the dive would be enough, but looked up to see a flying fish push the ice, defying the laws of physics. The trajectory of the ice changed and it headed straight for me again. Suddenly, it slowed imperceptibly. Just enough to give me the time to get out of the way.
"Bullshit!" I shouted, rolling to the side. I kicked my legs into the air and they spun, throwing me sideways and onto my hands. I pushed myself onto my feet and jumped to the side. The hailstone followed me and suddenly, a freak event of two random particles happened. The hailstone and I disappeared.
"Oh shit." muttered a green cloud as it got sucked back through time.