“Thank you for such a friendly greeting Princesses!” Bill exclaimed. “I tip my hat to you!” Bill reached up to the brim of his top hat, tipping it forward. But as it tilted off of his head (point?), everypony felt their weight shift. Everypony looked round to the source of this strange feeling.
As Bill’s hat tipped more, ponies began sliding across the ground, shouting in surprise. As Twilight looked back up to Bill as she held herself in place with her magic, she immediately connected the dots.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Twilight shouted. Bill turned to face her, an amused expression on his face(?).
“I’m tipping gravity!” He said simply. Nopony was amused with his actions, other than Pinkie, who had such a delicate relationship with the laws of physics that even the slightest change would drastically affect her. She laughed uncontrollably as she floated in random directions, bumping into trees, buildings, and shop stalls.
“Well… Stop doing that!” Twilight snarled. At the angry look across her visage, Bill chuckled.
“You should lighten up Sparkle! I thought that you’d be going loco by now, trying to study me for science!” Bill did however concede. Straightening his top hat, gravity returned to normal, causing everypony to stop sliding, and Pinkie fall from above, shrieking in glee.
Celestia and Luna shared a look. Confusion. Apprehension. Curiosity. Fear. Many more emotions were exchanged in the small glance, and both were thinking the same thing. This strange being was powerful, and obviously had little to no consideration for those around him.
“I will not ‘lighten up’.” Twilight stated firmly. This only caused Bill to laugh.
“It’s funny when you don’t understand something! You get so frustrated, it amuses me to no end how cute you are!” Bill retorted playfully.
With an exasperated ‘UUUGGGHH!’, Twilight turned and stomped off angrily.
“Awww, did I upset you? I’m sorry, I’m only trying to have some fun” Bill said with a mix of sincerity and teasing before turning to the sisters. “SO! This is awkward! Let’s just get the party started to avoid any further frustration and/or distrust!”
“YA! NO MORE FROWNIES! IT’S PARTY TIME!” Pinkie yelled gleefully, appearing suddenly between Celestia and Luna.
At Pinkie’s loud declaration, the ponies populating the square gave a cheer, and continued idly chatting amongst themselves as music emanated from speakers scattered around the general area.
“Ah well!” Bill sniffed “I guess this is the part where we go and be social, Princesses! I guess I’ll talk to you later after you both decide on whether or not I’m a threat to Equestria!” With that, Bill hovered off into the crowd.
“He’s… Rather odd.” Luna remarked. “Obviously has power, though I am unsure of his intentions.”
“Indeed” Celestia replied, “The most off putting thing is how bluntly he says things. ‘To avoid any further frustration and/or distrust’? ‘ I’ll talk to you later after you both decide on whether or not I’m a threat to Equestria’? It is possible he’s just here to have a good time…”
“But what does ‘a good time’ entail? We both know Discord’s idea of ‘a good time’.”
Celestia paused at her sister’s comment.
“For now, we observe, and do nothing that might cause him to think of us as enemies.”
Bill, hovering amongst the crowd, idly chatted with random ponies. Answering questions (“Yes! Zombies DO exist, but not in this universe. Such a shame…”), and other chatter (“Hey! Did you know that if you take an egg, some chocolate and 600,000 tons of poison joke, you can create a portal to easter land?”).
Between these brief exchanges, Bill was searching for six certain ponies. The same six ponies who had caught his attention years ago, and finally after years of waiting for the perfect opportunity, he was finally going to have some fun with them. As his eye scanned the crowd, he finally spotted Rainbow Dash filling a plastic cup with punch. Quickly zooming over, he waited for her to finish pouring.
“YYYEEELLO!” Bill exclaimed, startling Dash into nearly spilling her drink. Looking round, she sighs in exasperation when her eyes lay on Bill.
“Not. Cool.” Dash said through gritted teeth.
“I know! Usually for this time of year the temperature would be lower! What month is it?” Bill looked at his wrist. “Oh look at that! It’s October!”
Rainbow Dash looked at Bill’s wrist. He was not wearing a watch.
“The twelfth. To be exact” Dash turned back to the punch bowl. “Whaddya want?”
“I’m doing a socials!” Bill exclaimed with glee.
Rainbow Dash paused as she tried to process what Bill had said.
“You’re doing a…. what??”
“A socials! Apparently flesh bags interact with talking-ness at parties, so I decided to give it a try!”
Rainbow Dash didn’t know what to think. Was this thing mocking her… or just stupid?
“Uh, ya, you know, talking and stuff. That’s social, sure.” Dash prayed the talking triangle guy would just leave her alone. The guy freaked her out.
“Oh hey! If I know correctly- and I always do- you like pranks!” Bill circled to Dash’s front, so she was looking at him.
“What does that matter?” Dash tried to turn away again, only to have Bill stay directly in front of her as she turned.
“I thought you might be interested in one prank that I have lined up!” Bill looked at her expectantly.
Rainbow Dash considered her options. She could just tell the top hat wearing jerk to get lost, and hope for the best, or…
Curiosity got the better of her as she gazed at Bill. What had this guy come up with?
“Alright” She uttered, giving in. “What've you got?”