//------------------------------// // The Day I Accidentally Started Fashion. // Story: The Great Fandom Man! // by Jake Witt //------------------------------// Years ago before Nightmare Moon, in a forest near Mount Canter, something that slowly turned normal happened as scheduled and predicted to happen... every Friday night. "Subject: Luna is approximately- Changed course. Subject: Luna is approximately- Changed course. Subject: Celestia is closing in on your 0600 hours." Cortana droned, as I dodged Luna only to be tackled by Celestia. "You are down. Enemies are nearby." I rolled my eyes as I let my chin fall on my omnitrix, not looking at my transformation. My armor changed into a navy blue suit with a tie and my hair turned into light blue flames that kept its shape yet ate at my flesh, my skull bobbing to the beat of a silent song. My body grew as my rib cage wrapped itself over the suit and my lower jaw vanished as my skull became more rounded. My body was engulfed in blue flame, causing Celestia to hop off and stare at the singed fur on her. "You took the form of Lewis. You are now fabulous and dead. Your fire attacks are weak against Celestia, but strong against Luna. Logical choice since the former is weaker in stamina than the latter." The transformation flowed freely as it finished, my upper half thick compared to my then legs. I hovered in the air as my head's connection to my body broke off and the omnitrix symbol appearing on the left side of my chest, its green light pulsing like a heart. I rolled the flames that acted as my eyes as I set my hands on fire, "Blah. Blah. Blah. Just say I'm a ghost with fire powers or something! I don't need a history lesson." "You're a pyrokinetic, homo sapient made of ectoplasm. This form is mock-death since there is no known afterlife in sight and your vitals will return when you return to your normal form. Subject: Celestia is charging energy. Subject: Luna-" I looked down to the horn in my torso, a wide eyed Luna trying to pull away. I promptly gave her a flaming slap, sending her stumbling back away from me as I fired rounds of flame, countered by my target Celestia. "Cant I have a conversation with my dumb A.I. long enough to not be jumped?! I mean, you cant touch me and I'm not attacking-" my rant was cut short by Luna feeding raw magic to Celestia, causing her to turn it into solar energy. For some reason, it burned and nearly blinded me as Luna tried again, this time I felt like I was impaled and I also felt several kicks to me. Back in my normal form, watching the passing trees below me as I recovered from Luna tossing me... but I probably wont recover the landing as I began to fall. I think I see a pattern. When they're in armor they're trying to defeat me, but out of armor and weaponless they're either sparring or studying me. ...I mean, sure. I would play somebody I hated if they didn't have world-ending gear in play. ...I could be wrong. "Collision imminent. 30 seconds till-" *shhhhhhBOOM!!* "Recalibrating." I began wiggling my legs as I slowly pulled myself out of the ground, when my head came out I heard a small gasp. Looking up, a saw a tiny purple filly in a sack cloak, her blue eyes wide. In her hoof, she held another cloak, much smaller and with more color covering a smarty pants... without pants? Still too early in time... "I'm going to request materials for a bigger cloak..." she quietly said. I got up, looking around to see what looked like a destroyed little girl's tea part... with buckets of fruit with faces carved on said fruit. "Sorry, Mr. Monster, my mommy and daddy are not home yet," she said, looking me up and down. My attention shifted to the late-night tea party that I crashed to the filly to the only untouched house remaining in a burning village... burning behind the filly. "Daddy said he didn't want me leaving." She looked around before signaling me closer and whispering, "I think he wanted to go to that bon fire. Either that or Mommy was causing trouble, again." I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up on the ground with a small quilt over my face. I suddenly felt tapping on my foot as a voice followed it. "Mr. Monster? Hello~? ...aaand another one taken by pla... payg. I hate payg. He makes everyone too tuckered for fun..." I heard a door slam then creak open as something else lied on me. "Mr. Monster was weird and he destroyed the tea party. I don't know if he will be missed. Mr. Apple, does Daddy say 'rest in peace' or 'reek of pee'? ... And may he rest in pee." By this point I had sat up, watching what appeared to be a funeral for my foot, everyone not the filly and her doll were apples in metal or wooden buckets. "Well, I woke up to worse." "Processing... Processing... Scenario Nonexistent." Cortana told me as the filly gasped, looking up at my head. "That's your head?! I knew it was an ugly butt..." She decided to scribble something on a scroll, using her magic. Now that I can see her better, I saw a horn barely poke out of her wavy mane. She paused, taking a step back, "I'm sorry! Don't be mad, Daddy will flog me if I'm bad!" "...You are one weird filly. Besides calling my face a butt and telling me to-" she seemed to back pedal very slowly, hoping I wouldn't noticed. "I'm not mad!" "Oh." She then gave a huge smile, "I'm Designer Cloak, but my parents call me Violet- But I'm not mean! Other villagers call me Odd One! I think it funny, though it not my name." She held up her doll, straw poking out of it. "This is Smarty Plot!" With her magic, she made it wave to me before "flying" away behind her. "What's your name? What are you? Why did you fall from the sky? Why do you have two voices?" "A.I. returning to private mode." "There it is again! Are you a Vinny-quist?" she asked while pointing a hoof at me. I let out a chuck before answering, "No. I have a shy little person in my suit." "Like a breezie? Can I see her?" she then paused. "What's a suit?" "It an article of clothing, though in this-" "Clothing? You mean like my cloak?" Designer asked, twirling it on her hoof before putting it back on. It once again covered her cutie mark that resembled three patches. "I made a wish last night for a customer! I knew you'd come!" She ran into her stone house... surrounded by the rubble and ash of the other buildings. She came back out with a sack, laying it between us as cloak designs made with paint on scrolls with tiny versions spread out. "...um... OK. The suit I'm wearing is actually another name for my armor-" "You're a knight?! Oh no... I don't think I can help you..." "Sort of. I'm actually an adventurer that was tossed in the air," I said as she gathered the material she needed. "Hey! Possibly you fell here to help with my cottoning business!" "Cottoning?" I asked. "Yup! Its a great job! You draw cloaks, make cloaks, and ponies give you coins!" she paused and frowned. "I wanted to be paid in apple tarts, but Daddy said no. We need coin so something called a raider doesn't destroy our home, but looks like the bon fire beat it to it. ...I wonder what Mommy is doing." "Scan complete. Two life signs. User Oscar Conners and Designer Cloak: Age 7 female unicorn." I wasn't listening. Instead, I corrected her fashion vocabulary and spoke of what fashion-based thing I knew from my world... then she disappeared. She returned an hour later with Smarty Pants wearing two-tone green trousers. She enjoyed the doll's new name, chanting it for a while. Current Day I looked at the history book Time-base sent me, staring at the mare in a slim white-blue dress adorned with green gems with a matching white-blue hat with pink gems along the bottom by a "Designer Coat" dubbed 'the Standing Star'. While nopony knows where the idea of the dress came from, but it was mentioned that it would scare dragons on a foggy day. Even though it was Designer Coat's fifth dress she's ever made, it actually stems from the first dress design ever made. While her past is unknown, we can say this gives us a glimpse of that mystery. From cloak designer to designer of the first dress and winter coat, this mare is a true pioneer of the fashion business. I looked at my laptop, watching as green text displayed itself. She wasn't known for her passion per say. It was your armor's colors and glowing lights that inspired the dress with shining gems that scared off the dragons that pursued ponies to eat. She was known as a defender, kick starting fashion as the ponies know it. When she died, those close to her knew she wanted to be known for her fashion. She never protected ponies, her work did and that's what mattered to her. Over the years the stories and history books split her into two ponies: The fashion pioneer and mareless cloak. ...The latter transformed into the old pony searching for her rusty horse shoe. "So I accidentally created the fashion business and an urban legend?" No. You gave it a vocabulary and inspired a fashion pony who created an urban legend. "Yeah, where is this going?" Number One dropped out of the beyblade tournament. He's going to see a friend who might need a model for a similar dress. I suddenly heard laughter from Rouge as my ultimatrix began buzzing, "You've got to be kidding me." You didn't even look at it. :) I sighed, asking, "Cortana, what did it give me?"