Lego Craft held out his Adminium Arch, glaring at the ponies. "Girls, don't touch those apples."
Box leveled his gaze at him, "Dude... they're just apples."
"Just apples, eh?" Before any more words could be passed, the sound of a fax machine and the Doctor's TARDIS at a rapid pace filled the air, a scroll landing in front of Spike. It gave off a golden glow for a moment before returning to its white color.
Spike opened it.
Heya Twilight and AJ, this is the Great Fandom Man! I'm currently trapped in a version of this world where nearly everybody's gender is swapped. I could mention how good I look in both dimensions but...
DON'T EAT THE HARMONY TREE APPLES.
Seriously, I'm more of a brawler while other me is a great mage of sorts and yet we both restrained two ponies in the stealthiest of ways. Don't worry, stallion Apple Jack isn't hurt... but girl Spike might have a sore throat. I'll let you know when I return. Science, you know?
Anyway, this tree is seen as evil in my world ever since Adam and Eve left their paradise. I won't get into details or biblical theory, but don't eat the fruit. It does not end well. I hate to imagine the effects it would have in your society. Oh, if you really want apples... don't go here.
Lego lowered his weapon, "What he said."
Hopping from building to building; I kept my focus on my goal while worrying about my world.
"Oscar?" Kara the female me took my attention. "I know you're concerned about their safety-"
"We both know this beyond safety."
"Though still; we just gave several Displaced jobs now!"
"I'm pretty sure we wanted them to leave," Shadow stated bluntly, "Our universe is just one big incubator for Displaced and all of their dangerous shenanigans- That word is in my vocabulary..."
"Oh, I agree, don't get me wrong. But some of those Displaced are from destroyed worlds or worlds too screwed up to stay in." Cortana added.
"And through all of that; pony trading is a thing," I added.
"Are you referencing the fact that some Displaced brought ponies from their world... or the Scootaloo Farms?"
Kara got ahead of me to see my holograms floating in front of me, "Scootaloo Farms?"
"Yeah, it's real. Apparently Pokemon physics can work on them so if you breed Scootaloo you get a baby clone Scootaloo with the exact or similar memories as a parent Scootaloo. It's weird yet oddly adorable to see the Scootaloo hatch from its egg."
Zoro laughed, "Yeah, they just start screaming and kicking their little hooves until reality kicks in. I guess Scootaloo can't be an orphan if it's parent is a Scootaloo... though now I wonder if it's appropriate to call her a chicken."
I smirked, "Is it appropriate to do the Harlem Shake in Harlem?"
Everyone winced at that image.
Rouge sighed, "So it is like that Legend of Link game? You harm a chicken and get jumped by the entire flock?"
"Exactly," the two replied.
"I'm not sure if I want to go back, yet."
"Same," Kara agreed.
We stood at a wooden fence, watching Scootaloos of every size, age, gender, and shade of orange and purple either running around or doing whatever they usually do. Heck, there was a teen Scootaloo who couldn't fly trying to teach many tiny Scootaloos how to hover while infant Scootaloos flew around.
"So it really is a wing growth disability," I mused.
When a bell rang, an elder Scootaloo with a Rainbow Dash wig called for a "Rainbow Dash fan club meeting." Of course, the elder wasn't really old, just the oldest being a pretty young mare. Pretty as in she is almost at a half way point? I don't know.
"The end of season five, show wise, has come!" she exclaimed, changing a slide to show Rainbow Dash with a robot wing, battle armor seen in most futuristic Sci-fi and ragged hair saluting Maud Pie and a pink Maud Pie in similar armor and fashion as they salute her.
All the Scootaloos went nuts before the slide was changed to a Rainbow Dash with a buzzcut in Lunar Guard armor. They stared at the image in awe; the commanding look, the serious tone, a past that could be worth reading. I mean, Sombra had to return at some point!
"Season five's end...?" I stared at the side by side images of the two Rainbows.
"*Kid, those images are only scratching the surface of your mission."
I quickly turned around; I'm not at the Scootaloo Farm nor was I on solid ground. I was in a red and purple void. In front of me was an orb, showing a confused Kara reading a scroll.
Beyond the orb... was Santa Clause and some guy in a blue hoodie, white shirt, and black jeans. I saw his sternum and skeleton feet, meaning that he was probably a living skeleton... or Santa was going to give me a bad time. They guy pulled down his hood, revealing that his was a living skeleton with a smile on his face.
"What. The. Fudge." Rouge didn't actually say 'fudge'- You probably got the reference.
"Alright Sans, your Christmas wish has been granted," Santa then faded from view as Sans centered himself in front of me.
"So... who did you dress up as?" I began.
"*Your mom. *I'm just messing with ya." He hovered over to me and held out a hand, "*Sans from Undertale. *Just call me Comic Sans, okay?"
He gave his hand a firm grip, a farting noise following afterward.
"*Dude, really? *I'm trying to be serious and you grab my whoopie hand?"
"YOU OFFERED IT TO ME!"
"*I'm kiddin'! Seriously, can't you take a joke?" His smirk seemed to almost grow.
"Sorry... Why am I here?" I asked, "Its got to be something important if you want the help of..." I released his hand and let fire surround my right hand and leveled it to his face, "...the Great Fandom Man!"
His left eye socket glowed a blue eye, "*You call yourself 'great'? *Kid, mess with me and you're asking for a bad time."
"How about we test that? Atlantis prison might've got me rusty, but I'm game for a fight," I got in the best fighting stance hovering could provide. "We can talk here or there. You in?"
"*Why not?"
"What is that song...?" I stared at him as he sang.
"*Let's go dirty brother killer."
There was a glowing blue heart above his head and a dull blue heart that pointed to the right, tossing me into a wall. We were sent to a golden hall filled with many pillars. My heart turned back to red as I landed back on the ground and rushed him.
He tossed some bones at me before a dragon head fired a laser at me.
"*You have a high LV."
"Hey, thank-"
"*I guess you like the feeling of your sins crawling on your back."
I felt a chill on my spine when he said that.
My heart turned blue as he toss around. I slammed my ultimatrix down as I became Gravattack and returned the favor as we stood on the wall and dashed at each other. I switched to Ultimate Fandom Man to keep Gravattack's powers and quickly dodged dragon skulls and bones, landing behind Sans and got him in a Full Nelson.
"*Get dunked on, bro!" He changed gravity with me, knocking my head into a pillar on our way sideways.
He tossed me a bone, dislodging me while also injuring me. I teleported over to him with a Falcon Punch, grabbing a scan as my fist brushed past him.
"*Looks like I picked the wrong guy to liberate doomed timelines... *though that clown fight that might've happened in the Tirek timeline was interesting. *Where are your god powers like Q and X go?"
"They're sitting back and watching me win."
"Magic Charge is at Maximum. Integrating Pony Up." my ultimatrix's J.A.R.V.I.S. voice chirped.
"'Pony Up'? What kind of-" I froze as I spun in mid-air, gaining armored wings and pony ears. I gave some dumb poise that created a blue background with twin swords in an X with a Gatorade sports bottle on the middle. "-name is that? I'd rather go with 'Saddle Up' or 'Super Equestrian'!"
"Pony Up complete. Chaging four reserves."
My hands glowed with raw magic as I flew for Comic Sans, exchanging punches. He began to toss blue bones at me, causing more damage than the white.
"Oscar, buddy, if you had the mind of a computer you would see THAT MOVEMENT ALLOW THOSE BONES TO HURT YOU!" Rouge screamed, distracting me enough to see her point as a blue bone painlessly passed through me.
"*If you survive this then I will let you win."
I switched to a Pony Up DJ Echo Echo, splitting myself into different clones that took random formations as they rushed Sans. One Echo commanded, "Team A: Wall of Wub! Team B: Victory Screech!"
The call was heard and John Cena grabbed Sans and piledrives him before saluting and leaping out of this fic. All of the Echos merged back into one Echo that returned to a Pony Up normal me.
"*What. The. Hell."
"I think you said 'Get dunked on, bro'?" I said, smiling and fluttering my wings as I offered my hand.
He grabs my hand, pulling himself up. "*Well, looks like you stalled me long enough. *I don't like repeating myself."
Before I could ask what he meant; I heard voices behind me.