Discord continued searching about the chaos dimension for his mind-bleach. Not only was it the only bottle in existence, but it was also the key ingredient in his favorite smoothie. Of which contained the essence of mucus, wood scrapings from an old cherry tree, a dash of salt, cyanide, and of course, the mind-bleach.
He had been craving the smoothie earlier in the day, but now, the one ingredient he needed was missing. Huffing out a sigh, he disappeared through a portal, intent on tracking it down.
I wonder what Pinkie's up to right now... she's been on my computer for the past hour, and not only that, but she's locked the door. So unless I can get my quadcopter or something to fly through the window, I won't have any idea what she's doing. Except my quadcopter's in my room, so... yeah.
Just as I was about to sit down and watch some TV, this strange portal-like thing burst open. And from it came this weird goat-headed winged snakelion thingy.
I had already gotten used to seeing the unusual because of Pinkie, but this was unusual taken to a whole new level.
Placing my bets that whatever that thing is was intelligent, I stammered, "H-hi? Who are you?"
The thing comedically raised an eyebrow. "You don't recognize the Lord of Chaos when you see him?"
"Wait... there's a sentient entity behind chaos itself?"
Facepalming with a lion's paw, the thing replied, "Well, duh there's one. Why do you think there's the so-called 'organized chaos'?"
"Oh."
Suddenly, Discord's left eye twitched in a way that seemed like as if it was sniffing.
"Do I sense who I think I sense?"
The second Discord finished his sentence, Pinkie burst from the floor between us.
"Yep!"
So, apparently, the two most random and chaotic things in existence are friends with each other, and not only that, but they're both in my house. Lucky me.
"Yes, you are quite lucky, kid."
...And they can both read minds.
Pinkie cheerily rambled out, "So, Discord, wazzup?"
'Discord' waved his claw. "Not much," he said, "just looking for my mind-bleach."
"Oh, you mean this?"
Pinkie picked up the jug of bleach, and handed it to Discord.
With that, Discord proceeded to tear a hole through reality in my TV remote, and backstroke through it.
Also, what the frick did I just see?