When George crash landed backwards into sugar cube corner, no one seemed to mind. Which was good, because he didn’t plan on staying long, and hardly had time to deal with the fixing of the walls or anything else trivial like that. He brushed the shards of wood from his clothes then, realizing where he was, immediately headed for the basement.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw an absence of torture devices or blood. Jumping dimensions was not fun, as a side note. He did however find something else he didn’t think he would see. That is, a table set up for a party, but on the stools around it sat various stacks of inanimate objects, a bag of flour, a pile of rocks, bucket of turnips, not the usual basement decor.
Circling it a few times, he took out a phillips head screwdriver and pointed it at the table with a raised eyebrow. “Brrrrriiiiinnnnn” He said, imitating some high pitched sound effect. Then he flipped it upwards and looked at the side of it. “Oh good, it is just a phillips head, I was worried it was extra terrestrial.” As soon as he finished that, he sat immediately in one of the seats and began to pour punch for the party goers.
“So how is everyone? Madame LeFlour?”
“Everyzing is going great!” Exclaimed the bag of flour, moving back and forth without any aid. George nodded, completely unimpressed.
“That’s good, I remember you were having issues with the cupcakes last time we talked.”
“Oh yez, but zat is all cleared up now!”
George smiled and nodded and looked at a pair of stools that had been empty when he had sat down for the first time, but were now occupied by Screwball and Entropy. “How are things back in the normal timeline guys?” George started up, passing them each two cups of punch.
“Things are going okay George.” Responded Screwball with a manic smile. “We managed to turn a changeling hive into pure cheese, that was great.”
“George…” Entropy spoke up, the wrinkles of his leather hat-face gazing into the chaos lord’s face. “You know that if we could bring you back here, we would do it immediately, don’t you?”
“Of course guys, yea, I know that.” George stood and made to hug the pair, only for his arms to pass through them without so much as touching them. “Oh… right…” The table began to shimmer, then disappeared as well, it’s strange members going with it. “I forgot.”
“And then… you remembered.” George looked to the basement entrance, and saw Discord standing there.
“Haha, yea, I suppose I did.” George’s face fell and his voice became bitter and dark.
“Oh cheer up you mope, nobody likes a sour puss.” Discord frowned at George.
“Oh? And what are you gonna do about -” A cream pie hit George square in the face. “Oh.”