What did he mean Tesla is the worst of my problems?, Ozymandias thought to himself. What was The Truth trying to tell him? Oz didn't believe he was going to die just yet, or even die at the hands of Tesla. Because even though he suffered minor but painful injuries from Tesla, he thought he was just a frail, weak old man. Ozymandias couldn't put his new iron hoof on what the "Coffin Jockey" was trying to tell him. And it was annoying Oz as the old spirit wasn't around him to tell him what he meant, Oz actually kind of missed The Truth, the closest thing to a friend for him after killing Kephri and Incognito.
Oz sat on his throne, head on his hoof. Angry. But satisfied with his achievement. He got up from his throne, and made his way to his new bedroom to sleep. The hall was grand in his mind, he had never seen walls as wide or colors so vibrant in his entire life, mainly due to the fact he's lived most of his life in the badlands.
Whilst ascending the stairs, he glanced out of the window, looking out to the Crystal Empire, smoke rising from a building nearby. Oz stopped in his tracks and stared further into his city, with the ponies running in fear and diamond dogs running rampant in street in search of more and more gems. He smiled at the sight and moved onward to his room, but before he could step inside his room, he heard footsteps from behind him coming up the stairs. He hoped it would be The Truth, but he was proved wrong by the sound of raspy, dog-like breathing,
"King Ozymandias," The mutt said out of breath.
"Yes?" Oz asked as he turned around.
"We brought a pony who was mocking you through song, we need you to sentence him, my lord," The dog explained as he knelt to his superior.
"Stand, dog," He commanded.
The dog had risen at Oz's request, and stood straight like a soldier. Ozymandias enjoyed his new found sense of leadership, something that was absent in his time with The Brotherhood,
"What is your name?" Ozymandias asked.
"Wesley, Your Grace" The large bull-dog replied.
"Take me to this pony who mocked me."
Without hesitating, the dog nodded, "Of course, sir. Follow me."
Once he made it back to the throne room, Ozymandias caught sight of two of his guard, holding a turquoise blue crystal pony, with a violin underneath him, Oz became curious as to what this pony was singing about him. Oz made it to his throne, and sat himself comfortable in his seat. The turquoise blue pony widened his eyes in fear of his new king,
"Do you know who I am?" Oz asked the pony.
The pony stuttered, "Ye...yes, King Ozymandias."
"What is your name?" Ozymandias asked him in a seemingly nice way.
"Royale Strings," The pony introduced himself.
"If I have been mistaken, I hear you've been singing songs about me. And ones not in my honor," Oz interrogated.
Royale nodded, "Yes, my Lord."
"May I ask you to sing one of those songs?" Oz asked as he rested his chin on his hoof against the arm of his throne.
Royale gulped in fear, "N...now?"
"Yes, with your violin, Mister Strings," Ozymandias ordered before saying to his guard, "Let him be, guards. And let him play his song."
The dog guards followed their better's order, the blue pony fell to the ground. He glanced at Ozymandias who gave him an angry smile and slightly nodded. The pony found his hooves and stood up straight, with his violin in his hooves of his forelegs,
"Well, Stringy," Ozymandias began coldly, "Play."
Strings gulped before playing his violin and started to sing,
"Snaffle the gems, crack the grounds.
That's what Oz did, with his hounds.
And as he made us whine and groan.
He was on his way to take the throne.
He bottled us in and took our shards,
crashing through buildings and killing our guards.
He's dumber than Sombra and less than great,
And he's leading us to a stupid fate.
He's locked up the prince and princesses too,
And he'll have our heads if we say boo.
But cry as we must and cry as we may,
The Idiot King is here to stay..."
Ozymandias looked at the musical pony with a face that read impressiveness and disgust. The blue pony was worried already by what he sang to his new king. Ozymandias got up and made his way over to him and got right in his face,
"Impressive song..." Oz began, "But you must be over your fucking head, if you think I'm dumber than Sombra."
"I'm sorry, my lord," Strings winced as tears started to flood around his eyelids.
"Don't cry," Oz ordered.
"Sorry," He repeated and sniffed.
"I can't let you go unpunished, Royale Strings," Oz told him, "SO. I'll give you an option. Your tongue or your front hooves?"
"Pardon me, sire?" Royale questioned.
"You can only keep one."
Royale stammered, "N...no...I need my hooves for the violin..."
"Well then, that settles it. We'll take out your tongue. That way you won't be able to sing about this 'Idiot King'," Oz told him sarcastically.
"NO SIR! PLEASE DON'T!" The musician sniveled.
Ozymandias got off his throne and broken off a piece of shard by a nearby broken pillar, he went over to one of his canine guards and handed him the sharp shard and said,
"Cut off his tongue slowly," He told his guard as he looked at Strings, "Make sure he chooses his last words wisely before he never uses them again."
His guard dog nodded as he made his way over to Strings. The musician tried to run away but didn't make it far. Three dogs caught up to him. Ozymandias made his way to the stairs before was able to catch the dog guards forcing him to stick out his tongue, and as Oz ascended the stairs, he missed out the violence. And only heard the screams of terror that echoed throughout the palace.
Ozymandias grew more tired, but also grew more excited of his upcoming events. Against Masai, the Brotherhood, Sombra, Tesla, etc. He felt a shiver crawl up his spine after the wails of horror from Royale stopped as the cold silence took over, only the creaks from his opening doors that broke it.
He slept in Prince Cadence and Prince Shining Armor's room. A large, grand and comfy room, with a huge bed, and pretty shiny decor. It was far from what Ozymandias felt as "Homey", but that's because he's not used to brighter colors.
He made it up to his bed, or rather, their bed, he laid down on it as got himself comfortable as he sighed, yawned and closed his eyes. Thinking to himself that he's already won his battle and that no one could stop him, he was far from right,
"Hello Ozymandias," A voice greeted him from the thin air.
Oz opened his eyes and chuckled, "I almost missed you, Truth."
The Truth appeared on the other side of the bed, "Did you really?"
"Why even ask that?" Ozymandias asked harshly, "You know the answer anyway."
"You're right, for once, I do know the answer. I just like hearing people admit them," The Truth testified.
"Right for once?" Oz questioned, "Oh, you must've heard that shitty song as well."
"At least it was accurate."
"Fuck you. I'm not an idiot," Ozymandias told him.
"You're right, you're not an idiot. You're worse than that," The Truth replied carnivorously.
"I would so kill you right now if I know you weren't a figment of my... fucking stupid imagination," Ozymandias threatened.
The Truth turned aside on the bed,
"You're not even here and I'm just speaking to myself," Ozymandias gave in.
"I do exist though, king. I'm a time travelling, world jumping, sarcastic source of wisdom to many ponies and creatures alike," The Truth explained, "You happen to be one of my favorite victims."
"Stop bullshitting me, Truth."
"You really are an idiot king, I'm cursed to tell the truth, I can't lie to anyone. Sometimes it actually pains me to do so," The Truth told him.
"How does it hurt you?" Oz asked, with curiosity.
"Try telling a widower her husband isn't coming back from a battle. Try telling a father his daughter isn't going to make it," The Truth spoke.
Oz scoffed coldly, "I could do that easily."
"Unlike you, Ozymandias. I have emotions aside from hate and anger," Truth sarcastically replied.
"Fuck you," Ozymandias growled.
"I rest my case."
Ozymandias shook his head and annoyance, he wanted to insult The Truth more but realized that he would only snark back at him. Oz got off his bed and made it towards a near-by make-up desk which was Cadence's, Oz had left several bottles of alcohol for himself there in-case he wanted to drink some, and he took a bottle just then,
"Trottingham Red Wine from the second age. Expensive stuff," Oz spoke to himself before turning to The Truth, "Want some?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I haven't drank any alcohol in a hundred years, I'm keeping that record up," The Truth explained.
Oz shrugged, "Suit yourself," He said as he opened the bottle.
Ozymandias went back to the bed with the bottle in his magic vice,
"What did you mean Tesla's the worst of my problems?" Ozymandias questioned.
"He's the one who's going to stop you," The Truth answered with vagueness.
"Tell me more," Oz commanded.
"I can't. I can't tell you more. I can't tell you whether or not if he's going to kill you, or just bring you to justice. I'm not allowed to say," The Truth told him.
"Why not?" Ozymandias asked in annoyance.
"I'm just... not."
Oz shook his head and gulped the wine,
"That's not how you drink wine," The Truth said.
"Fuck off," Ozymandias uttered.
"You know that pony whose tongue got gouged out was a married pony? Playing on the streets for his family, he has two kids," The Truth told him.
"Why should I give a shit?" Ozymandias asked him, "You trying to guilt-trip me isn't going to work, Coffin Jockey."
"I'm just saying, if you keep up the act of being a less intimidating Sombra. They could overthrow you when the time comes, that could when Tesla arrives," The Truth explained.
"Less intimidating? I don't think you saw the fear that was in Strings' eyes," The "King" told the old spirit.
"I did, I saw the fear. Sombra was worse though, he made the ponies scared to even think," The Truth replied, "And no matter how much you try, you are never, ever, going to exceed that amount of fear in your life. Because you are a worthless piece of scum, Ozymandias. And you can't seem to get that through your hollow skull, can you?"
"I'll prove you wrong," Ozymandias threatened as he downed his wine.
"That's the thing, you dense idiot. You can't. I'm the truth. It's. In. My. Name," The Truth thoroughly expressed.
"I can't un-fuck myself from this situation can I?" Oz asked, a little tipsy.
The Truth shook his head, knowing Ozymandias wouldn't remember this conversation due to the drink, "No, you can't son."
Ozymandias angrily gulped down what was left in the bottle. He was raging inside. After he finished his drink he smashed the bottle against the floor. He sighed and closed his eyes,
"I'll be waiting for everything that comes to me, just you wait, Truth. Just you wait," He said to the Truth.
Oz kept his eyes closed and realized the Truth wasn't answering. Have I finally shut him up?, He thought to himself. He opened his eyes and turned to his side. The Truth was gone. Vanished. And as Ozymandias knew that the Truth would be lurking in the winds, he repeated,
"Just you wait, Truth. Just you wait."