Principal Celestia was on route to Canterlot High once again the next morning. Against all odds, she managed to get the terrible smell out of her car that had been induced by another one of Screwball’s cruel jokes from the previous day. After seeing how things had first gone when Screwball was first introduced to Sunset Shimmer, her expectations weren’t exactly what you would call “high”
“Rrrgh. Maybe I should’ve just told Discord to discipline his child…ugh. What am I saying? That’d never happen.” Celestia said to herself. Normally, Discord took absolutely nothing seriously. Not his job, not his appearance, and especially not any form of manners or class. But his daughter happened to be the one thing he deeply felt a sense of responsibility for, and if he was told that he wasn’t already doing a good enough job…the outcome probably wouldn’t be pleasant.
Celestia parked her car in the parking lot and took a good look at her workplace. Something about it seemed…off. And not in the sense that Screwball had pulled another act of vandalism…
But the fact that everything was actually relatively normal-looking, something that with Screwball around, seemed to be quite the rarity nowadays.
Celestia did a double take as she looked at the building. She kept reminding herself just who attended here. There just HAD to be something wrong with it. She just wasn’t seeing it.
“Hmmm…She might’ve done nothing to the outside, but the inside is probably a nightmare.” Celestia said to herself as she got out of the car. Going up to the doors of Canterlot High, she started to genuinely question whether she wanted to even see what was on the other side. But seeing as she had a duty as a principle to attend to, she opened the door…
Only to not find anything out of the norm. For once, everything looked like she had left it the previous day.
Celestia was quite pleasantly surprised. Nothing had gone terribly wrong as of yet like it usually does. Nothing looked damaged in the slightest, nobody appeared to be panicking from intense chaos and confusion, and the door to her office wasn’t defaced with graffiti depicting foul language.
“…Well well. This is quite a surprise. Perhaps Screwball finally learned her le-WAAAAH!” Celestia didn’t get the last syllable of her sentence out as she know found herself slipping on the tile floors, seemingly all to easily, as she had barely walked two steps.
She knew it was too perfect.
But this wasn’t one of Screwball’s works. It was much too subtle to be anything of hers.
“Hehehe. Day off to a great start already Celestia?” a voice from behind her chortled. Celestia knew it all too well as the voice of the only one person in the entire school that was a bigger pain in the neck than Screwball herself. To her side was none other than Discord leaning against the handle of his mop, giving off an insulting smirk.
“Discord, you put too much floor wax down…again.” Celestia groaned.
Discord slightly stroked his goatee and looked behind him, seeing that quite a few students happened to be slipping and falling right on their rumps.
“Hmmm. It sure would appear that way wouldn’t it? Whoopsie.” Discord snickered.
Despite the absolutely obscene amount of floor wax that was put down, Celestia managed to get back onto her feet, but not before nearly falling back down a few times, which prompted Discord to laugh a second time.
“Discord, this isn’t funny. Someone could get seriously hurt.” Celestia scolded.
Discord shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, THEY don’t seem to mind.” Discord said pointing to the end of the hall. Celestia turned to see who he was referring to, only to see Pinkie Pie sliding across the floor and straight past them.
“WEEEEEEEEE!” Pinkie squealed as she zoomed past. Not too far behind the pink-haired girl, Screwball slid to her father in a more sophisticated fashion, doing an occasional twirl and sliding on one leg.
“Enjoying the fun are you my little abomination?” Discord asked.
Screwball stopped herself from moving anymore and faced her dad.
“You bet daddy! Loving the floors by the way! Say Celly, ever thought of soap floors by any chance? It’d sure make things a lot less mundane around here.” Screwball said.
Celestia didn’t even bother to respond to such an absurd question, and instead turned to Discord.
“You can’t honestly believe that it’s suitable to refer to your child as an ‘abomination’ can you?” Celestia asked.
“What? Screwball loves it when I call her that; don’t you my dear?” Discord asked his daughter, slightly ruffling her lavender and white highlighted hair, which made Screwball giggle.
“Of course I do. Look Celly, just because the way my daddy raises me may seem a tad unorthodox to you doesn’t mean it’s bad. I happen to LOVE that nickname.” Screwball chastised, slightly hugging her daddy’s torso.
Celestia had to admit that even though Screwball wasn’t pleasant to deal with, her relationship with Discord was rather adorable.
All of a sudden, the doors to the school’s entrance opened. Entering was Sunset Shimmer, who like Celestia also slipped on Discord’s floor wax. This time however, Screwball managed to slide into her path and catch her in time to keep her from hitting the floor.
“Woah, Sunset, watch it! Yeesh, are me and Pinkie the only ones that can handle this?” Screwball asked, as she pushed Sunset back to her feet.
Sunset shook her head and blinked.
“Phew. Thanks for the save Screwy.” Sunset said as she fist-bumped Screwball, both girls giving off a slight smirk.
Celestia was surprised for the second time this morning. These two were getting along a lot better than she had originally thought. And…Screwball WASN’T trying to get on her nerves?
Sunset noticed that Discord didn’t exactly look happy to see her, as shown by his rather angry-looking glare. Sunset could take a wild guess at why he didn’t like her, given the mess she made for him to clean up.
Screwball noticed this and patted her dad’s back.
“Hehe. Don’t mind him Sunset. He’s just still a little pissed about the Fall Formal. Hehehe- Seriously daddy, can you try NOT to kill her today? You DID just wax the floors after all. You wouldn’t want to…make a mess, would you?” Screwball asked. Sunset didn’t even want to even think about the gory imagery that was going on in Screwball’s head right now, and she shuddered slightly.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare think of harming my little girl’s best friend in the whole world. What kind of a father would that make me, hm?” Discord asked.
Celestia pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned.
“Discord, can you just do your job and do something about these floors? Someone’s going to get hurt if this isn’t fixed.” Celestia said.
“Awwwww” Screwball whined. She was just beginning to enjoy the slippery floors too.
Discord patted his child’s head to try and cheer her up.
“Oh relax Screwy. Do you want me to get you some ice cream after school to make up for it?” he asked.
Screwball looked up at her dad and raised an eyebrow.
“…Right. Trick question. Anyway, have a good day dear.” Discord said as he hugged his daughter, to which she happily returned before her dad went sliding on the over-waxed tile floors with his mop in his hand.
Celestia rolled her eyes at her old rival’s rather theatrical but still chaotic exit, and turned her attention back to Sunset and Screwball.
“So, I take it that you two are getting along well? Screwball hasn’t caused you any trouble has she?” Celestia asked Sunset.
Sunset shook her head.
“Not really. She was just sort of trying to keep herself entertained, but was going about it the wrong way. At first she was a little annoying, but…eh, you could say that she kinda grew on me. She’s gonna try to be a little tamer from now on. Riiiight?” Sunset asked Screwball.
“What, are you suggesting that I wasn’t a saint already?” Screwball asked.
“….Yeah, I think that’s way too strong a word here Screwball…look, we really should be getting to class though. Where do you go first period?” Sunset asked.
Screwball slightly tapped her chin as she thought to herself.
“Hmmm, let’s see. I’ve got Gym first today. And I do believe that Coach Iron Will was saying that today we were……..Oh no.” Screwball suddenly looked like she had just seen a ghost when she remembered what Iron Will had planned for her class this day.
“What? What’s the matter?” Principal Celestia asked.
“…Dodgeball.” Screwball whispered, her body shaking a little at the mention of the name.