“Sweetie Belle, wake up, it’s time for school!” Opening her eyes, Sweetie sat up, quickly checking she still had her items. Luckily, she did. However, they were semi-fused to her bed and blankets. Twilight would likely have a spell to fix that. Standing up, her ears flickered at the sound of birds outside, and she pulled out her list.
“So, that’s that one down. Moving onto the next one, okay.” Reading it, Sweetie tapped a hoof on her chin, considering how she could get the most fun out of it. While her first attempt at Necromancy hadn’t been...well received, Sweetie was sure if she started with a more basic spell she should be fine.
Placing down the note, Sweetie concentrated on herself, looking to her bed to check her height. Slowly, she shrunk down so her height was more or less her size before the Loops happened. Shaking, she waited as the magic finished putting everything into place. Closing her door, Sweetie teleported to the fringes of the Everfree, heading directly for the Graveyard.
‘You know, this is surprisingly less creepy than it used to be.’ Looking around, Sweetie was struck by a strange calm, and she pulled out her Necromancer book. Naturally, this hadn’t been given to her by Twilight. Flipping in a few pages, she raised the book high, and began to draw the symbol decrypted on the ground. Standing in the middle, Sweetie lowered her horn to the ground, and concentrated.
“Send some energy into the bones, make them not sentient, zombies. So I uh, focus my intent...right. Then I…” Frowning, Sweetie brought the book closer once more, reading it, she scowled. Returning to her half finished spell, she tried to, according to the book, ‘request to borrow the departed’s bodies’.
“Ah!” Stepping back, she glanced around as graves erupted around her. Slowly, skeletons emerged, bones clattering as magic forced them back into a pony-like form. Rubbing her horn, Sweetie felt the drain on her magic, and estimated she’d be able to maintain the spell for an hour. Thinking quickly, she smiled, turning toward Ponyville.
“Come on boys, time for a little...Chaos,” she smiled, glancing upward just as Discord appeared, giving her a thumbs up. Pulling out a device that was playing a strange song, Sweetie glanced back, seeing the skeletons begin to clatter to the tune. Smirking, she felt the stirrings of a Heart Song, and winked at Discord.
Marching into town, head held high, she soon gathered a shocked crowd as she made her way to the Town Hall. The Mane 6 were already there as she ordered her army to stand on the stage just outside Town Hall(Some called it the Balcony). Waiting as they all got into place, her tail swished to the beat, and she looked to the crowd.
“Spooky, scary skeletons,
Send shivers down your spine.
Shrieking skulls will shock your soul,
Seal your doom tonight.”
Naturally, Ponyville joined in.
“Bwuhahhaha!” Laughing uncontrollably on her bed, Discord merely floated above her, an amused smile on his face. There was no doubt, he could see it in this filly, the spark that she had been missing from his memory. Discord couldn’t remember what had happened previously, but he knew the signs of...fun.
‘I’ll need to make myself a Chaotic note so the sickly magic can’t touch it.’ Discord snapped his fingers, preparing for an eventuality. Finished that, he spawned a small cotton candy cloud for the filly, teleported the items fused to her bed onto the floor, and vanished. Finally calming down, Sweetie dove into the cotton candy, instantly in love with Discord.
“Oh mai god! It tastes like chocolate too!” Squeeing in glee, she was overcome by how fun today had been. Levitating the Necromancy book, she flicked through the items with a smile. While it had taken time to rebury the bones, if she could make golems this time, she might be able to use them for some sort of sport.
“Discord’ll have ideas.” Giggling, she hugged the book, and sighed happily. This loop was turning out great!
The magic threaded through the discordic dimension with purpose, heading directly for a black box surrounded by strong chaotic magic. As it hit it, sparks flew, and Discord raised his head, glancing toward it. Narrowing his eyes, he watched as the magic link exploded with energy, shattering the defenses and destroying what was inside.
Reaching out, Discord grabbed the strand of magic, looking down at it as it flinched, and then struggled to escape his grip. Leaning down, he looked at it as his hand clenched. Writhing, the magic sparked wildly, strength trying to flee back down and end the spell. Holding it, he looked in the direction it came, before leaning down, and speaking quietly to it.
“Pum axam chleckol zaxan ug. Dinkolbolo axagaxain, pi wo wirr whaxavo pit plefrom,” he spoke, gibberish seemingly leaving his lip with fluency. The magic stopped sparking, and then hissed. Discord clenched down harder, before leaning close once more.
“I can’t hear you.” Once more, he narrowed his eyes, and the magic seemed to deflate.
“Molupp worr, wo wirr sottro zis hon sko nud lipo.” As the words echoed in the air, Discord released the magic, and watched it scurry away. Snapping his fingers, his black box reformed, and he reopened his newspaper, flicking the page.
“Oh dear, chocolate rain prices are on the rise again,” he sighed, sipping his glass and throwing away the chocolate milk