Poor Disc. For at least several minutes he’s been standing in a corner, putting both of his arms around his head.
“Is he going to be alright?” the other me asked, she had the same worried look as I have.
“Just give him time,” I told her. “He’s already taken some of his medicine; give him a minute or two to recover.”
“Recover? From what?”
“Well… Do you have a Mr. Disc here?”
“You mean Discord? Yes, I know him. Why do you ask?”
“Do you know that he suffers from seeing, hearing and even feeling things that aren't really there?”
“I think I've heard something like that when he last visited. Our Discord took his medicine away; he said he wanted to prove a point that ended up backfiring on him. Celestia scolded him and, well, I talked to him too of how foolish it all was. But it did make me think though.”
“About what?”
“Do you think our Discords might view their madness differently?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, with our Discord, he not only embraces his madness but thinks it’s essential for chaos. But with yours, from what I was told, he seemed to be really scared when he had that hallucination that made a mess of Ponyville. Why is that?”
I tapped a hoof to my chin, I was about to answer when, unexpectedly, we heard Mr. Disc from behind saying: “So what were we talking about?” It did make both of us jump.
He apologized for startling us while adding: “I’ll be fine for now, but that was just so embarrassing back there. I really thought there was a piano there. Plus it’s a little disappointing that no one other than me heard the William Tell Overture, it went so well with those two flying everywhere.”
I looked over to my other self, she tilted her head in confusion.
“But now that I've recovered,” Mr. Disc continued. “Shall we get this tour started?”
Both us looked to each other, silently agreeing that we’ll continue this discussion later. The white horse Celestia excused herself, saying that she has other important duties to tend to, leaving Twilight and Mr. Disc as our guides.
Twilight suggested that the first thing we should do is go and find where both Rainbow and Dash have gone to. She said that by their rainbow trails, she said they went towards the direction of their Sugar Cube Corner. Both Pinkies were very excited, our Pinkie more so, she said that she was curious about what theirs might look like in a world of ponies.
When we exited the crystal castle, Mr. Disc had an idea, with a snap of his fingers, we found on a flying carpet with Mr. Disc at the head, sitting down to a steering wheel. Somehow he was wearing a white color shirt with a black tie, and on his head was one of those hats that public bus drivers used to wear. He reached his lion paw into the air and out of thin air; a speaker with a cord was pulled down.
“Good morning everyone and thank you for choosing Mr. Disc’s flying carpet tours. I’ll be your semi-trustworthy carpet driver, Mr. D. And giving the tour of the town of talking ponies is the Princess of the joint herself, Princess Twilight. Please keep all of your hooves, horns, wings, and tails on the carpet at all times until the carpet makes a full stop one way or another. And now we’ll turn to Twilight for the tour.” And with that, he handed over the speaker over to Twilight.
With a look of uncertainty, Twilight’s horn glowed as did the speaker that left Disc’s hand- paw (sorry) and it floated in front of Twilight.
“Well, Julius, if you please start moving in that direction.” Twilight pointed to him where to go and sure enough, Mr. Disc put the carpet into his drive and we started to take off. The higher we went, the more nerve-racking it became for me and I’m certain for my pony self as well. I know this because we both starting to hug each other.
“Hey you two,” their Applejack said. “Y’all aright there sugar cube?”
“I hope Mr. Disc knows what he’s doing,” I confessed.
“Now Ms. Shy,” Mr. Disc said turning his head to us. “I know what I’m doing. I just got the license to drive this thing about a minute ago.” With a wave of his bird claw, there appeared a little driver’s license with his new face on it. “Proceed,” he said this to Twilight.
“Well… down there is the Quills and Sofas,” she pointed down to a particular building, “And that there is the Yellow Rose, one of Ponyville’s restaurants.”
“What’s that?” our Rarity pointed to a round building with a purple roof and a few white wooden ponies.
“That’s my place of business,” their Rarity replied: “The Carousel Boutique, and where I live.”
“You own the boutique here!”
“I do, don’t you?”
“Well I work at the boutique in my world, but I don’t necessarily own it. I’m merely a teenager after all.”
“Ms. Twilight?” Scootaloo raised her hoof, “What’s that way over there?” I looked over to where she was pointing at. At the edge of the town, we spotted a patch of land that was full of apple trees with a red barn sticking out.
“That way there is the home of the Apple family,” Twilight stated. “Sweet Apple Acres to be exact. And coming up is-”
“MY PLACE!” their Pinkie interrupted, jumping up and down. We all looked ahead to a building she’s pointing at. When I saw it, the very first thing that comes to mind is the gingerbread house from the Hansel and Gretel; which gives me some sense of concern just by looking at it. We also saw both Rainbows on the roof, completely tired out. As we got closer, it was clear that they were arguing.
“I tagged you the most times!”
“But I outflew you!”
“But I was the one who made that rainbow halo thing!”
“That’s my Sonic Rainboom you did!”
Suddenly their argument was cut with the sound of a car horn. I wasn't too sure but I’m sure everyone jumped at the sound of it. All except for Mr. Disc who looked irritated.
“Now if you two are done comparing who outflew who would you girls care to join us?”