"SCREEEEEEW YOUUUUUUU!" the blue blur screeched as it fell from the sky. It landed with a thump, and the blue 'blur', also known as Clyde, groaned in pain, rolling over and clutching his arm.
"That Faz-damn puppet with his stupid portal-talk!" he mumbled, stumbling to his feet and stumbling towards a lake, sneering at his reflection. "I look like a disaster - and the pizza-sauce covered dirt isn't helping!"
Just as the bunny was about to wash the muck off his face, he heard a shriek, and a white... unicorn... ran up to him. "Darling, what happened?! You look like a disaster! No lady should look this way!"
"Good thing I'm male," the bunny spat, pulling away.
"Oh. Sorry, Mr. Bunny, but... mind if I help you with that?"
"Go ahead. Just don't scratch my paint."
Silent, the unicorn dabbed a cloth in the water and gently wiped the bunny's face - even daring to scrub his eyes, despite his wails. "Who are you, the fashion police?!"
"Yes, actually."
The bunny paused. "So... can I join?"
"Depends. What should never be worn with socks?"
"Sandals."
"Wow."
"What?"
"Stallions usually say something... crazy."
"Sexist."
"Whatever."
The two laughed, before Clyde snapped back to seriousness. "But seriously, from the looks of this place, nobody has any fashion sense."
"Time we taught 'em!"
And thus, the pony-bunny-duo ran around 'fablifying' the townies in Ponyville.