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// Chapter 5: Screwball, Discord's daughter 
// Story: Discord's Tooth 
// by Brightly-litt 
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	When I returned to the Doctor, I asked him what had he found out, and he said,
"Well, I found out that in Equestria, my style of clothing does get noticed, A LOT. Don't get me started on how hard it was to explain my clothing style to a group of very judgemental Pegasi. Their comments really hurt. Oh, and that I have located our pony, a pony named Topsy Turvy has it, and that there seems to be some sort of time interference coming from the mare, even without the tooth. Weird."
I told the Doctor that I knew the pony that has the tooth, that she is not only present in this time, but is also present in the future, some 800 years or so from now.
He didn't find that at all odd, given he is three turns short of the TARDIS sometimes. He just shrugged that same old shrug, and I told him to follow me to Screwball's house.
When we finally arrived, the Doctor took out his screwdriver and turned it on, with that same whirrling sound. I nudged him, saying,
"That won't be necessary, you see, I know pretty much all there is to know about this time. . ." I was then interrupted by the Doctor.
"So do I, I've been all over, under, and through Equestria's time, so, whatever you're going to say next, I already know it!" he said with a smug, confident look. I wanted so badly to prove him wrong, so I continued,
"Oh, is that so, Doctor? Then you must know that the ponies of this time don't take too kindly to other ponies who break and enter. This first-impression will cause said ponies to become very secluded, quiet, and unwilling to cooperate. After all, the power of friendship is the strongest in this time. So, if you want Screwball to help us, I suggest you put your Sonic away." He was quiet for what seemed like ages, which told me I had gave him some good-to-know details he may have overlooked. He then said,
"Oh, well then, that may have explained why my last visit to this time period was met with. . .mixed results. I probably should have read more in the history books but, then again, I don't like endings, so that's probably why I didn't catch that part." He then looked at me, who was still glaring at him, and put the screwdriver away. I thanked him, and knocked on the door.
We waited about a minute or so, and watched as the door opened oddly, it was a door similar to that of the door to Golden Oaks Library, yet both it's top and bottom halves were hinged to the opposite sides of the doorframe, and watched as a screwy, wall-eyed purple pony, with a helicopter-type hat on, open the door. She smiled, looked at us both (or maybe she wasn't) and asked if she could help us. Before I spoke, the Doctor whispered in my ear,
"Look at her eyes, aren't they cute-looking. They remind me of my old assistant's eyes, minus the swirly-pupils. I loved that mare. Still do. I keep in touch, bring her muffins, and we sit and chat. Oh, look at that cutiemark, a screw and a ball." He said, motioning to her flank. 
"Don't be rude, and stop staring at it!" I scolded him.
"I wasn't being rude! I was simply admiring how absoloutely cute her CUTIEmark is." He said, looking a bit hurt. I then told the Doctor that now was not the time, and spoke to Topsy Turvy.
"Um, yes, actually. We're just passing by, you see, and I couldn't help but notice you trotting by, with that beautiful necklace, nonetheless." I winked at the Doctor. "Do you mind if I ask you where you got it from, if you don't mind my asking?" She looked at me and the Doctor, still smiling, and said to us,
"Why, of course not, come in, please, and do forgive the mess. Screwloose is away in her kennel for a week, and I just got home from throwing a big party. You should have been there, there was "Pin the tail on the pony," "Blindpony's bluff," and many more festivities. It was WILD, let me tell you!"
As we entered her house, I saw stuff that I thought only a certain pink party-pony back at home kept, minus the frosting stains. There were streamers lining the floor and furniture, half-deflated balloons in one corner, and a dining room table full of unopened mail. She must have forgotten about them, because she took another letter out from a bag on the floor, and just threw it on the pile, which I was almost positive it was going to topple over, but never did. She also led us past her kitchen (to this day, I never did understand why she took us past the living room, where our discussion was supposed to take place in), which was almost as messy as her dining room, with sticky notes and dog food bits all over the refrigerator, walls, and floors. As she led us through her strangely built home, she must have forgotten we were there, because she once turned around, screamed at us, and, without further explanation, looked at us, and smiled. Once that happened, the Doctor whispered to me,
"Ah, I believe I now know why the citizens call her 'Screwball', this mare is CRAZYYYYY!!!!!!" I nudged the Doctor hard in his side, causing him to yelp, but, instead of turning around to see what was wrong, Screwball just kept going, leading us in circles around her house, which was getting quite annoying. After about the second time around the house, I asked Screwball,
"Excuse me, Ms. Screwball, but we've been wandering around your hut for about ten minutes, and our hooves hurt. May we please go and sit somewhere and discus why we're here?"
She turned around, and looked at us both, like we just came in, and blushed. "Oh my, I am sorry, I thought you ponies left awhile ago, I had no idea. Yes, we can go sit somewhere. Please follow me." We both looked at her, a bit skeptical that she may forget about us again, and she said to us, "Don't worry, strangers. My absent-mindedness comes and goes as it pleases, but this time, I'll pay very close attention to you ponies." Her smile she gave us made me feel a little better, but only a little.
She kept her promise, and took us back to the living room, where the Doctor finally got to speak, given he knows (somewhat) how to describe a important (and possibly dangerous) situation. He said to Screwball as she took off her necklace, placing it in a glass display case. He asked,
"Now, first things first, LOVE your name, it's the second best silliest name I've heard, besides Derpy Hooves," I face-hooved. This was not going where I thought it would. He continued, "And, secondly, please tell us where you found that tooth, if you can manage to remember it. And, thirdly, we've been lead to believe you are somehow related to the King of Chaos, Discord, himself. Is this true?"
She answered, "Yes, you've been told right, for I am Discord's daughter."