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// CHAPTER 26 (AKA: The art of making oneself conspicuous) 
// Story: A thing or two about changelings and their habits saga 
// by Young discord 
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The day has come… the grand exam of calling out to Uncle was going to start today.
But first, Pacifica and Monty had to help Aunt Rose, Thursdays apparently are the busiest ones so Rose and Steve needed all the help they could get.
Pacifica had to be in tip top shape in order to pull this off, Monty decided to put in 200% of effort and work for both of them.
Hours passed like seconds, it’s funny, Monty always imagined that time flies only when you have fun but apparently that also happens when you’re too busy to look at the clock (thank god for that)
Soon enough the time came for Pacifica to make her uncle proud.
Monty sat down outside, he was keeping an eye on all activitiy within the vicinity.
Pacifica began to think what to do…
There was a flower pot on their neighbour’s window ledge.
She had to start sometime.
Pacifica looked at Monty who gave her a hooves up from the other end of the road, nopony was looking this her way.
Pacifica concentrated all her brain cells and energy on that flower pot.
The flower pot turned into a green sewer pipe, the flower grew lips, its carnation now red with white polka-dots…
One down, tonnes to go.
Now onto something bigger.
Pacifica looked up at the clock tower.
Perfect.
She took a deep breath, gave it her best and zapped the clock face.
A pair of eyes and a mouth popped on the clock, the hands of course being now a thin pointy French mustache.
The clock face was now a clock face.
This was going to be quicker than she thought.
Zap
The wooden blocks that made up a house came to life and sprouted a bunch of leafy branches.
The house was now a tree house.
Zap
The nearby ground was ground… into a mushy dust pulp.
Zap
All the windows on the street were replaced by doors and all doors were now windows.
Zap
No town would be complete without some chocolate rain, everypony loves chocolate rain.
A few tiny clouds drifted away and did their own thing.
A changeling, curious about the time slipped by Monty who wasn’t even paying attention anymore, he was amazed at what Pacifica could do, where the hell did she learn all that stuff?
The changeling stallion looked up at the clock tower in hopes of figuring out the time but instead he found a face looking down on him.
“What the hell? What’s wrong with that clock?”
To the Changeling’s surprise the clock replied, in a strong French accent
“What’s wrong wiz me? What’s wrong wiz you, don’t you know it’s rude to make fun of living beings? You don’t see me calling you a liquorice reject”
“Hey! I resent that”
“I resent you”
“I resent your face!”
A large drop of spit extended itself from the mouth of the clock and engulfed the disgusted changeling
“hahaha!”
Pacifica was still doing her thing.
The changeling tried to shake off the gooey frothy spit off of him, he was glistening.
“That’s it!”
The stallion put down his (wet) bag and conjured a slippery large wrench; he then proceeded to elevate himself with his wings to smash the face with the wrench.
“You’re gonna get it now!”
The changeling took a full swing at the clock’s glass skin
The clock parried the changeling’s blow with one of his moustaches.
“AHAHAAA! EN GARDE!”
“why you little-”
Thrust
Thrust
Parry
Thrust
Parry
Parry
CLONK
The changeling’s wrench flew out of his grasp and was now at the clock’s mercy
“Surrender!”
“Never you stupid broken clock!”
“Even a broken clock 'iz right twice a day!”
The clock thrust his moustaches to finish off his nemesis but the changeling evaded it perfectly and fled.
“You haven’t seen the last of me!”
“Ha! Running away, as expected of my adversary, coward!”
Moments later he returned with backup.
The clock gasped
“Mon dieu! Have you no pride as a warrior?”
The group of changelings were completely taken by surprise, when they heard their friend telling them to help him deal with an annoying ponysona they were expecting a rude changeling at most… not this.
“Did that clock just…“
“Are those…”
“Is that…”
“I think it is…”
“Guys! This… this pocketwatch insulted me and spat on me! Are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?”
“Pocketwatch? POCKET WATCH? I AM NO POCKETWATCH!”
One of the stallions noticed what Pacifica was up to
“Hey guys! Look!”
“Not now Rory!”
“No, look I think that filly from Rose might be doing this, see?”
Rory pointed way down below at the street that now looked like something out of a show for little girls, in the middle of it all, Pacifica zipping and zapping away with her chaos magic.
The stallions realised that they had beef with the wrong thing.
“Where are you going! Come back and face me you… you cowards!”
Monty finally noticed what was going on and waved at Pacifica who was already exhausted.
The stallions nearly landed when Pacifica was already on the run, they noticed.
The stallions ran after her.
It didn’t take long for them to catch her, she was already drained out, plus she was a filly, they were fully grown stallions.
“You’d better explain yourself”
But Pacifica was as quiet as ever, trying to free herself from the grasp of the two stallions holding her by each front leg.
They dragged her all the way back to Rose’s stand, attracting a lot of attention on the way.
Monty was still on his way but he was too late, they were talking to Aunt Rose who was finding it hard to understand exactly what the angry stallions were saying, something about… having a swordfight with a clock?
Pacifica wasn’t going to have any of this, she was caught so she might as well go all out.
Pacifica roared with newfound power, blasted away the stallions (Rose of course unharmed) and went on a rampage.
Zap
Things began to fly off their place.
Zap
Other things just couldn’t take it and simply walked away.
“Get everypony! Catch the filly!”
The whole town in a matter of seconds surrounded Pacifica but she wasn’t going to go down without putting up a fight.
In the background, Rose and Monty were saying something about not harming her or talking this out but nopony was listening.
A blast of magic swirled the middle of the wide street, causing a whirlpool dragging in the scaffolding and neatly placed building materials, everything was now orbiting around Pacifica who was at the epicentre of the magical activity.
A stallion focused his magic on stunning Pacifica.
It was going to be a tricky shot, even if he manages to get her from this distance, he would be able to make her flinch at best.
He took the shot.
The magic beam slapped Pacifica on her cheek.
For a moment the magic was gone.
A moment was enough for everypony to pile up and incapacitate her.
Pacifica did all that she could but she was too worn out to take on a horde of changelings.





After a long discussion, it had been decided by a nearly unanimous vote (Rose of course being the only exception) that Pacifica was far too much of a danger for the town to afford to keep, it was high time she went back where she came from.
Rose had done everything she could to put the decision to a halt, she didn’t know why Pacifica did what she did, it must have been the cause of somepony else because Pacifica was a good and quiet filly, there was no way that she would do this on her own accord and besides, how was it even possible for such a small thing to have so much magic? It had to have been somepony else controlling her or something.
Rose and Monty were standing right next to Pacifica who at this point was too exhausted to even get up but was fully conscious nonetheless.
“Don’t you see? Something must've been controlling her!”
An elderly bearded changeling came out of the row of villagers surrounding them.
“I understand your concern Rose and maybe you’re right but we can’t risk another rampage, our project is risky enough as it is”
“But-“
“No buts Rose, I’m sorry but this is final, she will have to leave”
It was hopeless, there was no point of dragging this on, it was like hitting a head against a stone wall.
“If she goes out there all on her own, she’ll die… or worse, disappear from hunger”
“That is not our concern”
Monty looked at Pacifica… he really didn’t want to go, he loved living here, and Rose was a great aunt but he wasn’t going to leave Pacifica…
“She won’t go alone, I’ll go with her”
The elder changeling drew his attention to the youngster.
“Do not worry little one, you were not responsible for this, we will not exile you”
“I know”
“Oh?”
At this point, Monty was shaking with anger; Pacifica was just trying to find their family… that was something that the changelings of this stupid little town promised to do and never did…
Monty took a gulp of air, what he was about to say was going to piss off a lot of the townsfoalk.
“You’re all stupid buttfaces! I always thought that grown-ups are really clever and everything but now I see that you’re more babyish than me! if you want to be little foals then go and play with your stupid toy hammers, I will do what you should! I go where she goes!”
Everypony including Rose gasped; an entire town being told off by a small colt like Monty was unheard of.
Monty didn’t dare to open his eyes.
The clock’s voice could be heard echoing far off in the silence.
“He’s right you know!”
“Shut up! nopony asked you!” shouted in reply the stallion that was fighting with the clock face earlier.
Pacifica was burning up, she never had anypony stand up for her like that… she loved all the attention she was getting from Monty, for the first time she could really feel that he was there for her.
Pacifica covered her face, she was embarrassed about the fact that she couldn’t stop smiling and didn’t want anypony to see her.
The elder huffed, in his entire life he had never met a more troublesome pair.
“If you wish to follow her fate then we will not stop you, now go!”
Rose protested.	
“Are you crazy? You can’t just throw these two out into the wild! I won’t allow it!”
“Please Rose, don’t make this harder for us, you’re such a nice mare”
“It’s too late now, I’m not going to leave them on their own, Steve will look after my shop while I’m gone, STEVE! I’M GIVING YOU A PROMOTION!”
“OKAY!”
“TAKE CARE OF THE STAND WHILE I’M GONE!”
“YES MA’AM!”
“STEVE!”
“YES???”
“DON’T SHOUT!!!”
“OKAY!!!”
“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some packing up to do”
Everything had failed, Pacifica didn’t manage to do nearly as much chaos magic as she wanted to do and what’s worse, she was being exiled so even if Uncle does come, she won’t be here waiting for him.
But then why couldn’t she stop smiling?
“Are you all right dearie?”
“…”
Pacifica was too embarrassed to talk so she just nodded in silence… she will have to thank Monty and make it up to him, she really wanted to, she didn’t even need to have a reason for it.
Once Monty explained to Rose that they’re going to Ponyville (Pacifica still couldn’t get anything out of her mouth yet) they packed in a matter of minutes.
The townsfoalk initially refused to let them feed before they go but after a bit of haggling and getting a huge discount on nails, they agreed and let them have one last meal, the journey will be long and the towns on the way are far apart and so everypony (especially Pacifica who was already famished) needed to have their bellies as full as they can before they set out.
The aunt along with her niece and nephew changed into their pony counterparts, waved one last time at the townsfoalk who didn’t wave back and left.





Discord was in the middle of playing a fun game with one of the ponies he was currently talking to, he liked to call that game “where’s your face?”
Needless to say, the pony was losing pretty badly.
“So you wouldn’t say that you have seen a small changeling about this tall, named Pacifica?”
Now that was just silly, the faceless body stood up on its hind legs and crossed its front legs, how the hell was it going to give an answer if it hasn’t got a face?
“Well, if you’re not going to-“
A jitter came across Discord’s body.
“Oooohhh!”
Again, a jitter.
“What’s this?”
Suddenly an endless tingle crossed through the draconequus’s body.
Discord couldn’t stop scratching the itch.
He stopped.
Dropped.
And rolled.
But the itch only got bigger and bigger, finally reaching a climax and then, nothing.
“That’s interesting… somepony is having fun and didn’t invite me! Time to crash a party!”
Discord at this point really wanted to have this whole search out of the way but this opportunity might not ever happen again.
Discord took out a red gem, approached a wall and crouched in silence.
A minute later, a tornado came and blew him away in the direction of Saddle.