[Medulla’s POV]
I’d been sitting in the library for a few hours when Twilight walk down the stairs at what would have been 9:30am. “Morning Twily!” I said.
“Hm,” Twilight groaned as she walked to the kitchen to make coffee.
“I already brewed the coffee.” I said smiling.
After about a minute Twilight walked back, with a fresh mug of coffee. She sat across from me and began to sip the drink. I brought out a slip of paper and passed it over to her, saying, “I also look the liberty of reorganising the library. You system made no sense. That paper is the ‘key’ to the modified system I developed. Top categories are obviously Fiction and Non-Fiction, then those are subdivided into each possible genre; Historical, Fantasy, Romance, Instructional, etcetera. The books that may fit in multiple genre’s go into their primary genre. Then they are sorted by author’s last name, series, title, and then edition or year of publication. Each one has a unique identification code I placed on the spine, the meaning of each part of the code is on that paper. I also wrote each book’s information on a scroll that I put on your desk. You should be able to enchant it to only show the book that someone is looking for.”
She just sat their finishing her cup while staring at the paper. After a few seconds her mane started to frizzel. She looked at me then back to the paper then to the library. “Well… thank you Medulla… this was unexpected.” She said as her eye twitched.
“Calm down! You can always change it back to your nonsense system that has only alienated potential readers. I’ll show you how easy this system is. Spike?” I said with a smug look on my face.
Spike walked in from upstairs. He seemed a bit worried when he said, “Yes?”
I levitated the paper to him, “Go find ‘A Natural History of Dragons’. It will be under Non-Fiction, Biology, Trent.”
Even in his groggy state it only took Spike about thirty seconds to find the book. He look at it as if he’d found the largest gem he’d ever seen. Twilight protested, “There are no readily available books on the history of dragons.”
“It’s not about dragon history, it’s about their biology. Or at least it’s an attempt to understand dragon biology from 500 years ago. Field studies mostly, a few dissections here and there of recently dead dragons with the consent of their families. For it’s time it was revolutionary, of course most of the conclusions are completely wrong in retrospect, but the work up to that point is great.” I said as I gave Spike an encouraging smile.
“B-but.. but how?” Twilight stammered in shock.
I looked back to her and smirked as I said, “My system may not be perfect, but it make your job easier.”
“Fine. I’ll try it out for a few weeks.” she said calming down but still obviously upset. “Let's get to work, I have a lot of questions,”
“I may have the answers but no guarantees, in some ways I’m just as much in the dark as you.” I said tapping my fingers nervously. “You may want to get a notebook and quill.”
Twilight got up trotting over to her desk. As she opened the drawer and pulled out a fresh notebook a pink blur shot out of the drawer. I barely managed to catch the pink cannon ball before she started to ricochet.
“Sorry everypony, I was just so excited to start planning Medully’s party I couldn’t wait till later.” Pinkie said somehow still bouncing with excitement in my telekinetic grip. "When-"
“No need to even ask your questions, I’ll just answer them now to save time. After sunset, chocolate with raspberry filling, yes, no, surprise me, surprise me, and yes.” I said as I set the pink party planner down.
“YES!” Pinkie yelled as she hoofpumped then ran out the door.
Twilight just stared at me surprised.
“It never ceases to amaze me that even though I have to project my thought to communicate no one seems to realise the connection goes both ways, but I do try to limit it.” I sighed.
Twilight started taking notes, “Let’s start with what powers you have.”
“Not yet. I need you to agree to some terms first. These sessions will only last four hours max, but I reserve the right to end them early should I need to do something else. We’ll start out with questions and demonstrations, later we’ll move on to actual lab test. I’m setting these terms because some of my instincts are related to the history of the creature my body is copied from, I also want to have a social life of some kind.” I said sternly
Twilight looked upset as she asked, “What would constitute a need?”
“Well… Stuff starts blowing up somewhere, I get a call from another Displaced, or I’m afraid I might hurt someone in a feral rage because the last time the only creature of this species was in a lab it was being made and it killed everyone there.” I said flatly.
Twilight now looked confused, “Displaced and made?”
As I rubbed my temples, I said, “Displaced are individuals like me, and Max from last night, we’re from another world originally, but have been brought to your’s by some being or another and given powers from our entertainment. I’ll tell you about the history of this body some other time okay, the story is very long and involved.”
Twilight signed, “Agreed…”
“I’m a high level telepath, if I don’t limit myself I could read every thought within a 50 mile radius or even farther. So I try to limit myself to just passively reading nearby surface thoughts. Unicorns and Alicorns are much more susceptible to my telepathy, their horns seem to amplify their thoughts, the more powerful their magic the stronger the effect. I could have a conversation with Tia and Lulu on the other side of the world if I wanted. I can also go deeper into the minds of other, but I only do so if they let me, or there are extenuating circumstances. Heck, last night I could feel the minute hormonal changes that indicate very early pregnancy. And when someone shuts me out from reading their thoughts I don’t push through their barriers, even though only the most ridiculously strong barriers can truly shut me out, because if I push too hard and they resist they could end up brain dead. I can implant ideas into the subconscious of others, or take over an individual completely, but I hate doing those.” I let out a sigh after saying these things.
Twilight look confused, “What about your other powers, like that purple energy?”
I gave her a tired smile as I said, "I have created self imposed limits to my telepathy, my other powers are limited against me. Those powers are best discussed with a demonstration, so I would suggest me go somewhere where I can blow stuff up without damaging anything anyone cares about."
Twilight smiled a bit, nodded and flared her horn. We were surrounded in blinding magic, and after a second or two we were in a rocky gorge. Twilight winced a bit seeming to strain from the effort, Oooh, why did I do that? Even when I’m just taking myself Ghastly Gorge is almost outside my range, she thought.
I held out my hand offering her a Leppa Berry, “This should with backlash like that, though I’ve never actually had a chance to test how my berries effect ponies.” Only a few more of those left… and all the others as well…, I thought to myself dourly.
“Thanks,” she said as she levitated the berry and eat it. After a few moments, her eyes almost radiated with renewed magical power. She stared at me with hungry eyes contemplating whether to ask for more.
“NO! You can’t have more, you don’t need more understand. I thought this might happen!” I said rubbing my temples.
“Bu-but, you don’t understand! I nee-”
I cut her off before she could fully express that thought, “No, I understand perfectly, but eating more of these now could actually make you addicted and overload you with magic. See for me these renew my stamina, but now I know that for ponies it replenishes magic and can be addictive for them. Can we get to the reason for this trip now.”
“Alright,” she said taking a deep breath and set a quill to her notebook, “Are your powers only capable of destruction?”
“For the most part, yes, there are a few exceptions.” Then I raised my hand straight up ghostly fire leaping to life from my fingers, it drifted through the sky changing color and shape and forming patterns. “That is called Will-O-Wisp, conventionally it’s used for lighting an enemy on fire, but I figured out a long time ago how to break convention. I also have a move that lets me see what cannot be seen, and another I very rarely use to see the future. Normally these powers have strict rules for their use, that was the first mental block constricting my power that I broke through. I can now use moves in ways they weren’t originally meant for, and increase or decrease the power they use.” As I finished I shot one Aura Sphere and one Shadow Ball at two boulders, the Aura Sphere turned its to dust but the Shadow Ball barely left a mark. I continued, “Of course the more power I use or the less it conforms to the original use of the move, the more likely I’ll reach my limit and experience some psychic backlash.”
Twilight’s quill was smoking from the friction at this point. She looked up realising I had stopped talking. “Erm… How many of these “moves” can you do?”
I scratched my chin as I said, “Well, I haven’t really taken the time to count them all, it’s likely several dozen, but I regularly use thirty-ish because some are simply weaker versions of others. And originally I could only use four in any situation, now the rule of four only applies to battle so I can do more than harm.”
“How do your powers work?” Twilight inquired.
I chuckled, “And now we get into the dark areas… The specifics about how and why my powers work are something I’m not entirely aware of, but essentially I choose from a list a move that would work best, will it into existence, and shape it to fit my needs. Any more info than that would either fit better in a later conversation or I just don’t know.”
Twilight tapped her quill thoughtfully, spilling some ink in a corner of the page, “How did you combine those two moves earlier?”
I looked at her confused, “I didn’t. I just used two at the same time. That’s different than combining them. I can’t combine movesss…”
There was an audible click and all of a sudden Twilight was in my face freaking out about me being dead. There was something hot running down the lower part of my face.
“I’m fine, I’m still alive.” I said as I wiped my face, it was blood dripping from my nose.
Twilight jumped back, yelling, “GAAAAH!!”
After a moment, she recomposed herself, “I thought you just dropped dead, you stopped talking, stood completely motionless, and wouldn’t respond, then your nose started bleeding.”
“Two things,” I held up two fingers as I spoke, “one general and one specific to me. If someone dies, nose bleeds will not happen afterwards, blood can’t move much without a heart pumping it. Also I won’t continue to float if I’m dead or have been knocked out or am pass out.”
“Then what just happened there?” Twilight demanded.
“What you said gave me an idea that coalesced into a revelation that broke through a mental block I didn’t even realize I had, I can now combine attacks.” As I said this I formed Shadow Ball in one hand and Fire Blast in the other, I then brought my hands together, the fire turned black, and I blasted a very large boulder. The bolder shattered and the fragments caught fire and began to be coated in frost. Even though I spent energy to fire the attack I felt slightly stronger now, and not just because I could make two moves one.
“That’s not good…” I said, as I focused on make the fire fizzle out.
“Why is that so bad? I did more damage when I first learned the Blink spell.”
“It’s not the damage it did, it’s the fact that that rock, which should be inflammable, caught fire, and that said fire emitted no light and sucked in heat.” I let the fear suffused my voice.
“I’m still not sure why you’re so scared.”
“I guess you’re not that advanced in science yet so allow me to enlighten you. Most universes run on certain sets of laws, there are two that seem very common to ones with life, I know them as the laws of Thermodynamics.” I sighed, “The first one is, matter and energy cannot be created or destroyed only changed forms, even though magic seems to defy this law it does not. The second states that the total usable energy in a universe is always decreasing. Now there are workarounds that involve accessing other universes or the Void itself, that’s what that black fire did. It used my innate connection to the void to tear apart that stone, sending what it could into the void, and absorb the light and heat. I acted as a filter absorbing a small portion of the energy from the light and rock.”
Twilight gulped, “That is fairly frightening.”
I looked up, Not quite midday yet, “Twilight let’s head back I need to talk with Pinkie and somepony to make me a piece of clothing.” I said. I really can’t wait till I can stop acting ignorant, I thought to myself.
“Alright, I’ll take us to the outskirts of town at least that’s closer than the library. Rarity owns Carousel Boutique she could make you something. Tomorrow we’ll go longer.” she said defiantly while flaring her horn. A moment later we were just outside Ponyville.
“You know I should name that combo move I made back there…” I said lazily floating into town.
“Why? It’s not like you’re going to use something that dangerous again, Right?” Twilight said with a hint of fear.
“Giving something a name can help me wrap my mind around it better, then I might be able to control it better. But I’m not going to use it every day, just when things get a bit more intense than usual.” I assured her. “Carousel Boutique isn’t far, is it?”
“Just head down this street, turn left before Sugarcube Corner, then head straight until you
see the building that looks like a carousel, that it.” She said.
We parted ways, her back to Golden Oaks to write a report, me to get an awesome cape.
[3rd person Canterlot throne room]
Shining Armor waited and impatiently paced just outside the throne room. He didn't need his old position back, but he need the princesses to know what he had learned last night. The guards seemed to be on edge from his pacing, so he stopped and gave them a reassuring smile. They were still a bit tense. Storm Bolt trotted over with a half grin.
"Come to beg for your job back, or did you just want to see how well I replaced you?" Bolt asked letting his face show some worry, letting Shining know that the pressure was killing him.
Shining chuckled, "Naw, giving my official resignation, and I'm going to recommend you as my replacement."
Bolt's face blanched, "Don't even joke about that, I'm horrible under pressure, and these guys don't respect me like the Razor."
Just then the door opened, "Celestia will see you now."
"Don't worry, they probably only put you as interim chief to test you." Shining said as he walked into the throne room.
Celestia smiled, "I was about to call for you when I heard you wanted an audience."
"We need to talk about Medulla." Shining stated flatly.
[Medulla’s POV]
My eardrums almost burst from the shriek the diva pony let out. “Oh come on, Ilana’s fashion sense and Mabel’s sweaters are endearing.” I said.
“Those sweaters were hideous.” Rarity hissed, “And only a few of those ensembles were salvageable.”
“So I’ll need to give you something else as payment,” I guessed.
Rarity took a breath before answering, “That would be correct.”
“Alright… This one is supposed to be simple and let the wearer’s beauty shine through.” I said before projecting an image into her mind.
“Hmm.” Rarity pondered.
“Now you can work on that latter, my order is this.” I said.
“Something that simple is hardly a challenge. Are you sure you don’t want me to add anything?” She asked.
“NO GEMS!” I declared.
Rarity huffed, “Fine, it will be done in four hours, I need to find a brown fabric, I don’t usually carry boring colors.”
With that I left and head to Sugarcube Corner for food and to talk to Pinkie.
As I floated around I noticed two things; the ponies here were still getting used to my more than normal stature and and less then normal appearance, and even by pony standards most of the ponies here were really weird. I think it may have just be that pony physiology allows for a larger variety of sable deviations from “normal” cognition. I was also thinking up a name for that combo I had created, Shadow Flare, no… Shadow Burst, no... Night Fire, no… Umber-Nova… yes, Umber-Nova.
As I floated into the Sugarcube Corner, I could hear Pinkie making the preparations for my party. I drifted up to the counter, and ordered a strawberry cupcake. I had barely sat down when Pinkie rushed out from the kitchen to say hello. She was covered in flower, and smiling a little too wide.
“Soooo, did you come to see how super your party is coming along?” Pinkie asked with the enthusiasm of twenty toddlers with sugar rushes.
I looked at Pinkie, “No, just wanted a snack and to talk.”
“Can’t talk for too long, only only twenty-six thousand, nine hundred and forty-five seconds until your party starts.”
“I just want to know if your ‘special’ awareness could be harmful the this universe, so if you’d let me take a closer look into your mind, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Alllright,” she said incredulously, “ but this better not just be a trick to peak at some of you presents early.”
After a few moments of silence and concentration on my part, I said, “So that how it works… but you’re not a reality altering threat.”
Pinkie laughed at this a little and itched her forehead as she said, “I think you only scratch the surface though.”
“I didn’t need to go any further…” I was about to discuss the particulars of her abilities when something above me caught my attention, “Do you live on the second floor?”
“Yeah,” she confirmed, cocking her head to the side.
“Is there anyone up there right now?” I asked.
“Only Gummy, my baby toothless alligator.”
“I’d like to see Gummy, if that okay?” I might have let some concern into my voice.
“It fine, just play nice.” Pinkie said as rushed back to the kitchen.
I made sure to tell Mrs. Cake that Pinkie has said it was okay to go to her room to see Gummy. She seemed very nervous, likely because she was very pregnant and wanted to keep her home safe. The closer I got to Pinkie's bedroom the more uneasy I felt. In my millennium of existence as a telepath I’d never encountered a mind such as this "Gummy". Predictably Pinkie’s room was a mess of party decorations, but the little alligator was nowhere to be seen.
I felt something moist clamp down on my tail. Lifting my tail to my face I found an alligator chewing harmlessly on me.
“It’s very difficult to sneak up on me like that. What are you?” all I heard was static in response.
I levitate the toothless creature off my tail and placed it on a table, “That was new.” I said, “Okay let’s just agree not to bother each other ever again, deal?” again only static.
“I’ll take that as a yes and be on my way.” I said, as I floated away, trying to restrain my discomfort being near a creature beyond my understanding of the mind.
I floated back out of the eatery, ignoring everypony and just trying to get away from that “Gummy”.
I decided to head back to Rarity’s to check on my cape when I heard a voice, “Hey Medulla, I don’t really need any help, we’re just chilling right now if you want to hang.” I shrugged and mentally shouted, “ALLONS-Y!!” leaving behind an imprint of that thought, and let the portal carry me to my token.
Traveling the void isn’t instantaneous, for me it felt like hours. Most of the void dwellers aren’t that bad, but the ones that sing or read poetry really strain my sanity.
Approaching the new universe I made sure to say, “-Alonso!” , as I entered.
“Huh Mewtwo, I was expecting Diancie... I should have paid more attention to the mega stone colors,” The man said, getting to his feet. He moved over to me, holding his hand up, “Sup?”
“Not much, was about to have my welcome to Ponyville party, but I think I should be able to get back around the same time I left. How does the name Medulla relate to a crystal... thing.” I retorted as I shook his hand.
“Oh I meant the mega stone. They all kinda look the same,” Jason said, shrugging a little. “I’m Jason and these are my wives, Chrysalis and Rarity.” He gestured to the mares.
“Hello,” Chrysalis said with a friendly wave while Rarity grimaced, for some reason Rarity had changling wings, Meh, I thought, she’s still the same pony.
“It’s a... pleasure,” Rarity muttered, looking away unhappily.
“Rarity, It’s always a pleasure to meet a pony of such refined tastes, but please you talking to the only of my species so don’t comment too often on horrid appearance,” I commented, trying to get her to air her real grievance.
“Oh, no, no!” Rarity said, her eyes wide, “I have nothing against your appearance it’s just...”
“She’s just pissy that we called you here on our honeymoon,” Chrysalis explained, earning a glare from the pony. “Serves her right, getting us stuck in this smelly place for a week.”
“Where are we anyway? The minds around here don’t ‘feel’ like those from the main portion of Equestria.” I said, scratching his chin.
“We’re in Prance, the pony version of France,” Jason said, pointing out the window. “We were only supposed to be here for a day but... things happen.”
“Prance… That’s almost as bad a pun as Transylmaneia,” I hissed, my hand firmly slapped to my face. “So I’m guessing Rarity is the reason for the prolonged stay, based on the looks and thoughts she keeps getting from Chrysalis.”
“Yup,” Jason said with a nod.
‘Oi! Who's the new guy?’ another male voice asked from inside Jason’s head.
“So is there another telepath around or something?”
“Uh... no, that's Hodgepodge. He’s kinda sorta an alternate personality,” Jason explained with a shrug.
‘I feel so exposed!’ Hodgepodge lamented while another groaned.
‘Shut up Hodgepodge, and block our thoughts you goon,’ he ordered.
‘Oh fine Hughes. Why must you be so mean?’ The sound of a door being slammed was heard and their voices fell silent, Well he seems stable enough, disregarding the multiple personalities.
“If you called me here to pass the time then let’s have some fun!” A sly grin crept across my face.
“Let’s crunk it!” Chrysalis declared, buzzing her wings excitedly.
“Fine, you three go have your fun, ‘ll be heading to the shopping district.” Rarity huffed before grabbing her saddlebags and trotting out of the room.
“I’ll show her some of the worst fashions I’ve ever seen when we get back, because she’s being so rude to a guest.”
“Eh, she’ll get over it,” Jason said, shrugging a little. “Before we go, you know what this is?” Jason asked, holding up his arm, showing off the Omnitrix.
“Well, Well. I haven’t thought about that series in a long time.”
“Oh good, you know what it is,” he said with a smirk, “May I get a scan of you?”
“Go ahead! I’d like to see what happens.”
Jason held his arm out, causing the Omnitrix to chirp and pass a yellow light over me tickling a bit. “There, now I have a Mewtwo form,” Jason said with a smirk.
“You should try going ultimate with it some time, who know what could happen!”
“Ultimate is mega-evolution.” Jason said, “At least that’s how it works with Gengar, not sure how it’ll work with Mewtwo having two megas.”
“Sooo… What’s the best bar in town!”
“I have no idea, so we’re just going to go bar hopping,” Jason said, pulling his hoodie on, “You should be fine appearance-wise, the ponies are mostly used to my weirdness.”
“Then let the debauchery commence!”, I shouted with glee.
“We just had to pick the bar that doubled as a poetry club didn’t we?” Chrysalis asked with a frown as she sipped at her drink, barely listening as the pony on stage rambled on in Prench.
“It could be worse, could have walked into a brothel,” Jason countered, fiddling with the Omnitrix, “Could always leave.”
“And miss the second verse?” Chrysalis asked, letting out a mock gasp, “Perish the thought!”
“It’s not that bad, I’ve heard the poetry of the void dwellers, Vogon poetry can’t even compare.”, I said shuttering.
“I try to stay away from the void, it’s nothing but trouble,” Jason frowned, “Like random invasions from weird sentai monsters.”
“Trust me it wasn’t by choice,” I said while thoughtfully sipping some random pony’s wine when they weren’t looking. “Though most of these ponies are so far up their own asses, I can vicariously smell their colons.”
“I’m just glad you already know about the Displaced, saves me a whole lot of time on the subject,” Jason said with a smile, “Did you know there’s a Team Rocket Displaced?”
“No, at least I don’t think I do. What’s the token?”
“A Meowth head coin with a bright red ‘R’ on the front.”
“Nope, don’t have that one yet.”
“Who have you met?” Jason asked, turning his full attention to Medulla.
“So far, personally I’ve only a time manipulator called Max, but I have a few other tokens that I found before I was stoned. I have a genji medallion, a blue coin with a tornado on it, a key and key chain set that look like they go together, a black diamond, a Metroid badge, a Plumber’s badge, and is this yours,” I said, making a unitrix core appear in his hand.
“Yup, thats mine alright. Built it using some of Twi’s machines, she wasn’t happy about it at all,” Jason said, a faint smile on his face. “That feels like it was so long ago...”
“Do you know any of the others?” I started pulling out the other tokens he mentioned and placing them on the table.
“I...” Jason said, his eyes locking onto the Plumbers badge. He sighed shaking his head, “I know some. The diamond belongs to Kat Shifter, and I think the medallion belongs to Gilgamesh but I have no idea when he switched from gauntlets to a coin.”
“Could be an alternate, for those who don’t like or need armor.”
“I dunno, that’s just not dad’s style to be honest,” Jason said with a shrug, downing the rest of his drink and ordering another.
“Oh and Max gave me this one,” I brought out a glass vial with a blue double helix inside. “She said she didn’t need it, and that it could summon Nemesis from Resident Evil.”
“Oh Nemmy’s a great guy,” Jason said with a nod. “He’s a bit busy fighting the pony version of Umbrella but he always helps when he can.”
“You referred to Gilgamesh as ‘dad’?”
“In the adopted sense,” Jason started, “He helped me a lot when I first got here and well... he’s the closest thing to a dad I’ve ever had.”
“Didn’t really have a father figure, can’t even remember my family from earth. Most of the relationships I’ve been making are more sibling-like.”
“Yeah, I got adopted into the Apple clan... hey where did Chrysalis go?” he asked looking around. He groaned, spotting her on the stage, starting to sing “Real Slim Shady”, replacing Slim Shady with herself. “Why did I let her into my CDs?” he asked, letting his head slam into the table.
“Everyone seems to like it,” I chugged the rest of the other pony’s wine and replaced the glass. “Bartender, You have anything stronger?”
“I apologize sir, but that’s the strongest we have,” the bartender said, shaking his head.
“Here,” Jason said, tossing a flask to me, “That’ll probably do it, if you don’t mind your alcohol from the teat of a goat.”
“Booze is booze,” I toasted, and downed a very large swig. “That my friend is ungodly strong. If I drank two of those flasks I’d have to sleep for a week.”
“You just don’t know how to hold your booze,” Jason teased, letting out a laugh, “Hell, the ponies handle it better than you.”
“I’ll have you know I drank the better part of a small town under the table, and was only slightly tipsy. Of course most of my internal organs were on the verge of shutting down, and I had to sleep it off for three days straight.”
“Allow me to one up you, I had the T-virus,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.
“Obviously you got better or you’d be eating my brains right now. All I’m saying is even if this was straight alcohol, it shouldn’t affecting me this much this quickly… Question, could this be considered magic alcohol?” I said eying the flask suspiciously.
“We milked it out of a goat, I’m pretty sure it’s magical.”
“I thought it was fermented goat’s milk or something… Magic alcohol affects me VERY differently than normal alcohol. This will be the first time I’ve actually gotten drunk in a millennium.” I tensed a bit, I hope they can handle my brand of drunk.
“You one of those ‘turned to stone’ guys?” Jason asked, raising his eyebrow, downing his drink.
“Yep, Still in the beginning of season 2, just had Nightmare Night yesterday. But before I start to get too thoughtless, please hold on to this.” I brought out a paper and a pen and began to write. After writing a single word I gave Jason the paper. “That is the thought I need to find my way back to about the proper time.”
“You got it,” he said with a nod, putting it in his pocket. “You know... I went home a few months ago... apparently the show started up while I was gone.”
“Time’s weird sometimesssss...” My eyesight went unfocused, here comes drunk me, I blinked and suddenly everything was too bright and loud.
“You alright?” Jason asked, frowning. “Your eyes just went weird.”
“GET OUT THE CAMERAS AND HIDE THE PEANUT BUTTER, SHIT’S ABOUT TO GET WEIRD!!!” I shouted as he bolted out the door.
“Great... drunk Mewtwo..” I hear Jason groan from somewhere behind me.
I was moving fast using Mud Slap on anything clean, throwing around Payday, and streaking everything with a coating of purple psychic residue. “So much energy so little time!” I exclaimed.
I eventually came across a group of ponies, a few were jaywalking, This is going to be fun, I thought.
I tackled the ones jaywalking to the sidewalk, yelling “Saved your life!” I proceeded to tie all the ponies in the area down with Grass Knot, and lecture at them for a few minutes about the dangers and joys of jaywalking ending in me floating thirty feet in the air and saying, “... And that’s why jaywalking is fun, but veeerrrry DANGEROUS” I then belched a jet of fire into the night sky. “Excuse me… I don’t remember having curry…” I then notice Jason and Chrysalis had arrived, and floated back down to them.
“Do I want to know Medulla?” Jason asked, running a hand down his face.
“Probably not! But you guys are just in time for the parade!” I said a bit too cheerfully. I then snapped my fingers, music began playing and short bipedal crocodiles made of fire began to march.
“Seriously? How many of us can just make spontaneous music?” Jason asked with a groan, “You should release those ponies. I really don’t want to test out my diplomatic immunity.”
“Alright, this will only take a second…” Fire from Incinerate lit my hand. I then sprayed fire over the area.
“Seriously?” Jason asked with a groaned, putting said fire out with a blast of ice. He pulled his sword out, cutting the ponies free, “Ok Medulla, we’re never getting you drunk again.”
“It just Incinerate, It can’t actually hurt living being it only destroys things.” I said pouting, “I’ll only be like this for a few more minutes considering the amount a drank. Then I go into stage 2.” That one is so boring, I thought to myself.
“There are stages?” Chrysalis asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Three to be exact. I’m in stage one currently; Manic, right now I burn of the magic energy. Next I get conventionally drunk. Then finally I pass out. At least that’s how it happened the last two times.” I shrugged while throwing mud from nowhere on any walls.
“At least you last longer than Dash,” Jason said with a sigh, “Come on, let’s go chill in a park or something,” he said, heading down the street.
“Fine, but I reserve the right to fire lightning into the sky until this stage is over.” I followed dragging his tail.
“Just don’t hit any pegasi,” Jason instructed, “I don’t need any international incidents happening on my honeymoon.” We came to a park and Jason sat down on a bench, looking up at the sky.
Suddenly, ghostly fire appeared thirty feet in the air, “Any request?” I asked, moving and shaping the fire as he sat next to Jason.
“Hmm? How’s about Deoxys and Rayquaza going at it?”
“Good choice!” I said as the fire split and took the form of the legendary creatures. Beams and blast shot between them, they even grappled on occasion. ”If you had asked for anything with Palkia I would have been pissy about it. That guy was a real bastard. Tried to flatten a village, and overwrite my Equestria.”
“Yeah, sounds like a bastard,” Jason said with a nod
“And all the lenendaries have been really cool until I was imprisoned.” I sighed thoughtfully.
“You should call to your world, I could use some more pokemon scans. Really throws people off when they just expect Ben’s aliens.”
“Might be hard, Mew’s been in hiding. Celebi has been sleeping deep in the Everfree. Rayquaza, Groudon, and Kyogre have likely been asleep for millenium. And I still can’t find Darkrai.”
“Damn,” Jason said with a whistle, “If it makes you feel any better, the ‘gods’ here are dead, well except for my grandmother Hel.”
“The norse goddess of Niflheim? Wellll… aren’t you special.”
“I’m also one of the last four jotun so, it evens out really,”
“Oi, you two are depressing,” Chrysalis said with a snort, “You know... Luna really does make the most beautiful night skys.”
The fires flickered out as I lost control of them, and I coughed out black smoke, “Ahhh, nothin’ beats it…”
“Hey, you want me to send you home before you pass out?” Jason asked, looking at the smoke with a slight frown.
I turned to him, “Nah, I’ll just pass out there. And I don’t want to miss my ‘Welcome to Ponnyvile” paaarty just cause I couldn’t stay awake, Pinklie would kill me. As long as you have that paper, I should be able to get back with an hour or twoo off leafing.”
“Well then I guess you can crash with us,” Jason said nodding his head, “Just don’t puke on anything.”
“Before I do passout event.. eneventuallly, I need ta tell you my code off telipass...telepath ethacs.”
“Ok, whats the code?”
“In yur Mewtwo form, yu’ll be the stronkest telepath this planet will likeli ever see. Soooo you need to limit yurself. When in a crowd or group don’t passively read more than surface thoughts at most. Iff someone shuts ya out, don’t push cause you could tear their mind ta shreds.”
“I’ll keep that all in mind,” Jason said with a laugh, “Though I have two other personalities to keep me in line.”
“Awesome! Now what else ya want ta dis- -hic!- dis- -hic!- talk about.”
“How are the changelings in your world?” Chrysalis asked, looking at me, “Have they shown up yet?”
“Last time I saw one wass over a thousand years ago, wasn’t fun. But no, you haven’t crashed the wedding just yet.”
“Please... try and steer me away from... that...” Chrysalis said with a sigh, “I swear Gilgamesh’s Chrysalis and I are the only good versions of me out there.”
“Tell ya what, if I see ya before everything goes wrong, I’ll do everything I can to get ya to stop. But I wont take your will or fight ya, I’ll only use words. That okay?”
“Agreed,” she said with a nod, giving my a smile, “Thank you.”
“Let’s head back to the hotel room, I’d rather not eat dirt or cement when stage three hits.”
“Alright let’s go,” Jason said getting to his feet. “This was a fun night,” he said, offering his hand to help me up. I took the proffered hand with a weak smile.
“NO!! I DON’T FIT INTO TINY BALLS!!!!” I shouted, waking in a cold sweat on the bathroom floor.
“Oh hey you're awake,” Jason said, peering into the room, “I was wondering if you were going to wake up at all today. Need any meds?”
“Water, and some motrin if you have any.” I said holding my head. Then stood up and floated to the main room. “Would you mind reminding what happened after I took that accursed dink, it’s mostly a blur except for the promise I made to Chrysalis.”
“Meh, we kinda just chilled in the park and shot the shit,” Jason said, pouring him a cup of water and passing him a few pills, “That should get you up to snuff.”
“Thanks.” I levitated the pills into my mouth and chugged the water. “I should probably give you something.” I pulled out a black oblong shaped berry with white question marks on four sides, “This is an enigma berry. If you’re hit with an attack that would normally do significant damage, it’ll heal you most of the way back.”
“Oh hey cool,” Jason said with a smile, storing it away, “Now if only I had something... would you like to get your DNA spliced?”
“As nice as that sounds, I’m already a genetic abomination, unless you have a way to break through some of the last mental barriers I have.”
“Sorry, I got nothing for that,” Jason said with a shrug, “Oh wait, think you can use magic?”
“Haven’t tried, I’m more of a Psionicist, but I’m willing to try.”
“Here,” Jason said,, pulling out a rather ornate book, “This is a copy of a spell book Twilight bought a while back. It’s got the most powerful Final Fantasy spells in it, so be careful when you practice.”
“HUUUUUMMM!” Medulla grunted as he focused on the power held in the book, then handed it back to Jason. ”Done, I learned Ultima.. feels like a bit like Psystrike but... different. You still got that paper I gave you?”
“Yeah, “Jason said with a nod, pulling said slip out, “ You ready to go home?”
“Yep. Just so you know the whole theory I’m working with it is if I create a psychic beacon, I should be able to track back to close to the point in time it was created. Send me home whenever you’re ready.”
Jason stared at the paper, sighing. “ALLONS-Y.” he glared at the paper, frowning, “I hate that show.”
“Sorry I had no idea, next time it’ll be something else, I just picked it at random.” Medulla shrugged apologetically.
“Eh, it’s fine, you just enjoy your party ok?” Jason asked, tossing the paper other his shoulder and giving a smile.
“Will do, I’ll set aside a piece of cake for you guys for next the time we meet, food never spoils in my inventory.”
“Sorry about my attitude before,” Rarity said with a frown, rubbing her arm, “It wasn't very kind of me.”
“I forgive you, and now I won't put laxative in your piece.”
“What?” she asked, blinking.
“Aaanywhooo, we’re burning irrelevant time, go ahead and send me back.”
“Medulla, our contract is complete.” Jason said, watching the pokemon intently.
“Goodbye, and ALLONS-Y” I yelled as I passed through the portal focusing on the word to guide me home and to the proper time.
As I tumbled through the portal into my Equestria I realised that sunset was only about an hour away now and I remembered something that happened while I was drunk. How’d I make music? I thought, Well, however I did that I can figure it out on the way to Rarity’s.
While floating down the road towards Carousel Boutique thinking about what happened when I visited Jason, a song started playing in my head. Everypony started looking around to see where the music was coming from, most enjoying it.
I just let the song play through even though I knew how to do it now. By the time I entered the building the music had stopped playing, Rarity looked at me like I had a frog taped to my face, “The boring cape is done.” she said pointing to her desk, where the fabric was tossed haphazardly, “Do you know where that music was coming from?”
“It’s not boring, it’s badass. That music was from me.” I said with a mix of frustration and pride.
“Well that seems to fit, loud and obnoxious.” She said pointing her nose skyward.
I levitated the cape over my head and wore it proudly, “The music wasn’t even physically playing, I just made every sentient mind in the area perceive that they heard that music. If you had a recording device on during that, it wouldn’t have recorded any music. See you in an hour.” I said as I left her store.
The sun was setting and most of Ponyville was gathering in front of town hall, I hid on top of town hall waiting for my cue. Just as the last rays of sunlight faded I started playing a great intro song. I slowly rose high enough to be seen by everypony, I stretched my arms to either side and fired a ball of electricity from one hand and a ball of ice from the other. The balls arched quickly up and moved in a spiral pattern upward until the collided twenty feet above me in a spectacular display of blue powder and yellow light. I timed all of this so that it ended before the lyrics cut in.
Everypony in the crowd cheered, as I floated down.
The next hour was spent being introduced to all the ponies that decided to show up. I made sure to grab three pieces of cake for Jason, his Rarity, and Chrysalis. When I decided to grab some punch, I notice a plum colored earth pony mixing a separate batch of punch with a label saying “NOT FOR FOALS”.
“Hello!” She said as I approached. “My name’s Berry Punch.”
“I’m guessing that’s the alcoholic version.” I could tell this was pretty strong.
Her eyes took a wild shine as she said, “Absolutely, I hope you enjoy it, I’m the local brewer. I make everything from the berries I cultivate in my orchard.”
I poured myself a glass and sipped it, something was way too familiar about the taste. I sipped it again, there were two pokemon berries were used bluk and pecha. I gave Ms. Punch a sevier look as I asked, “Where exactly is this orchard? Has it been in you family, or did you buy the land?”
“Just outside of town...” She said a bit too nervous.
“It’s in the Everfree, isn’t it? Why do beings try to lie to me?” I asked.
“Sorry I’ve just been trying to keep it a secret, not many ponies trust stuff that’s from their.” She answered sheepishly.
I sighed, “These berries were originally mine, I started that orchard over one thousand years ago.” I held their for a second letting her process that claim, “But you seem to be taking great care of it, so I’ll let you keep it under one condition; every time you harvest I take five percent of berries, I’ll even give you some berries to plant that aren’t part of that crop and some recipes I’ve come up with, Deal?”
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Simple, the two berries used in this drink, one looks like a blackberry, the other like an overly pink strawberry, both are far to big to actually be those berries. There are some berries that I’m going to have to ask you to not use, they might be addictive and potentially harmful.”
“Deal!” she said, knowing no one knew what her berries looked like.
The rest of the night was fun if a bit uneventful, well as uneventful as a Pinkie Welcome to Ponyville Party can get.