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// Chapter 2 
// Story: The life of a prankster 
// by fluttershylover357 
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The discorded Apple Bloom opened her eyes, looking around the room. Everyone had left for lunch except her, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. The other two were still asleep, so she started to get up from her desk.

"Yes," She heard a familiar voice whisper. "Go grab the permanent marker from the teacher's desk, and draw mustaches on both of them," It said. She felt a strange will to go against it, and she began to agree with it, trying to escape to the lunchroom before pranks hurt her friends. Trying to prevent the very being of chaos from destroying her relationships with those she loved.

"Oh, come on now," Discord whispered. "Have a little fun. After all, this is what you wanted, right? You touched the flower that will soon be your cutie mark." Apple Bloom shook her head. If it's going to hurt my friends 'Ah don't want it. Discord laughed. "Did you really think that would change anything? That I would let you resign? Cancel? Well sorry, little Apple Bloom. No take backs," He said, laughing all the while. But... what about... She tried to fight her urge to prank, but his spell was too strong. She had to prank someone. So she grabbed the permanent marker, drew mustaches on both of her friends, and put it back, leaving no evidence she had done the prank. As she exited the room, she turned an even darker shade of gray, laughing all the while.





Sweetie Belle opened her eyes, still somewhat drowsy. She looked around the room, but found no one except her and Scootaloo, both sitting in their desks. She sighed, then noticed not even Ms. Cheerilee was there. That was a good sign. She got up, stretched, then sang the major tonic scale (do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti, do). Scootaloo heard Sweetie Belle, and she opened her eyes drowsily.

"Ugh..." She stretched out, everywhere aching for some reason.

"Good morning," Sweetie Belle giggled. "Or, should I say, afternoon?" She helped Scootaloo out of her desk quickly. The moment they were both on their hooves, they left the classroom, smiling and talking the whole time.

Apple Bloom sat down at her normal table, the empty one in the middle. She then waited there for her friends, hoping they would show up soon so she could embarrass them. No, 'Ah shouldn't be pranking.... She fought against the bonds yet again, trying to escape the puppet strings that held her taut.

"No, no no..." Discord laughed. "You know, there is an easier way to do this. I could silence you like I did to your sister and her friends..." He twisted one of the puppet strings to show her what it would feel like. She felt helpless, and when she tried to do something to make the event or action change to something less evil or awful, it got worse. Discord snapped his fingers, and the puppet string became straight again.

"So... which do you prefer?" He asked her in his taunting voice. "The way you are now, or the way your sister was?" Apple Bloom thought for a moment.

"Is there any way to make it so 'Ah'm even more useless?" She asked. Discord laughed.

"Of course there is! But as the spirit of chaos, I want something in return for me being less chaotic." Apple Bloom tilted her head.

"Ah'm listening..." She said in a patient voice. Discord laughed again.

"The way to earn more from me is to lose yourself. Completely surrender yourself to me, and it will feel more natural to you, which will make it less painful." He smiled. "We both win. You get less pain, and I get some gain. It's fair. So, whaddaya say?"
Apple Bloom sighed.

"Okay..." She did her best to embrace pranking, after all, giving it a chance wouldn't be bad, right? What if Discord's trick really worked? She would have a cutie mark, and she would be happy! She felt herself letting go, accepting the future he had planned for her. Eventually, she felt as though she had fallen asleep, and everything passed by in a dream while the real Apple Bloom slept and Discord took over.