Chaotic Cop-out
Prince Blueblood carefully adjusted his bowtie, making sure it was juuuust right.
“Getting ready for the Gala tonight, hmm?”
“Absolutely! I love going, every year! Meeting new ponies, mingling, sharing stories, the music, the food… ooh! I can’t wait to see all my old friends.” Blueblood stamped his hooves in excitement. Only a little though, since he had to maintain a certain level of royal dignity.
“Hm, hm, yes. So… everyone will be there? Everyone you like, everyone you know, everyone you want to impress and make friends with?”
“Indeed! Why, I’ve even heard from Auntie that the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony will be making an appearance! I can’t wait to thank them for everything they’ve done for Equestria!” Blueblood squinted and carefully smoothed down a stray hair in his mane.
“Reeeeally? Oh, that’ll make this even better!”
“I know! Actual, honest-to-goodness national heroes! Oh, I hope they’ll let me… hang… out… hang on. Who are you?” Blueblood finally turned from his mirror as it dawned on him that there shouldn’t be anyone else in his room. He didn’t normally make a habit of inviting ponies to watch him get ready for a party, after all. “And what are you doing in my AUGH!!”
Towering over the poor prince was an impossibility. Impossible for what it was, and impossible for what it meant. A mish-mash of body parts, mammal, avian, reptile… no. No! The statue! The kingdom!
“Y-y-you! You’re Discord! How did you get free?!”
“Oh, don’t get your cravat in a curl, Princelington. I’m not getting out of my little stone away from stone for another 4 months. Fun fact though: with my Official Chaos Membership Card™, and if I keep one foot back where I’ve been set free, I can poke my nose in any time I want. It’s a little hard to balance, though…” The currently three-legged draconequus hopped towards the cowering unicorn and grinned. “Like I said, don’t worry! I’m not going to be here for long, and I’m going to do you a favor! I’m going to make you, and this Gala, remembered for the rest of history!”
Blueblood stared up at Discord in terror. He’d studied history. He knew the sorts of things that got remembered the longest. “Please… please, no. I don’t want to be a monster! I don’t want to be responsible for the Bloodiest Night Ever! Nooo!”
Discord rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry. Then he blew a bubble. Then he blew a fuse. Once the lights came back on, he reached down and twirled the Prince’s bowtie. “I’m not going to turn you into a monster! No no no no.” A brief look of hope flashed across Blueblood’s face. “I’m going to do MUCH worse than that!” Blueblood cringed as Discord’s smile stretched even wider.
“I am going… to turn you into… a jerk.”
“... wait, what?”
“A jerk! A snob! A boor! A rude, priggish, stuck-up meany-head! Ooh, they’ll be cursing your name until the cows come home!” For a split second, unworldly voices could be heard chanting Iä! Iä! Moothulhu fhtagn.
Blueblood could hardly believe his luck. The old stories had mentioned that Discord was by definition unpredictable, and so sometimes his rewards were worse than his punishments and vice versa, but… really? “I’m not going to grow fangs or claws or hurt anyone? I’m just going to be… impolite?”
Discord nodded his head so quickly it flew off and ricocheted around the room, before landing back on his neck. “Yep! And for that, you’ll be remembered as the greatest monster to ever blight the face Equestria. And don’t think you can make excuses by claiming ‘oh, no, Discord made me do it’ either! After all, I’m still a statue out there, you know. No one would believe you.”
Blueblood exhaled in relief and wiped some sweat from his brow, and Discord noticed.
“Wait, do you think I’m letting you off easy? That I’m exaggerating? I’m completely serious. I’ve had a chance to look around, and you know what I’ve seen? Sympathy, compassion, and endless understanding. Everyone is forgiven, and everyone is befriended.” Discord started counting off on his fingers. “Insane goddesses who tried to take over the kingdom. Insane love-eating bugs who tried to take over the kingdom. Insane mares who find evil artifacts and tried to take over a town. Insane con-artists who tried to take over a farm. Insane diamond dogs who tried to kidnap a pony. Insane dragons who hit puberty and tried to kidnap a pony. Insane dragons who’d want to live near you little squirts. Insane little squirts who were bullying other little squirts. Fun-loving and wacky draconequi who were just stretching their legs.”
Discord paused, counted his fingers again, and shook his paw to get rid of the extras.
“I probably shouldn’t know about a few of those… eh, whatever!” Discord shrugged and poked Blueblood in the head, causing the unicorn to go cross-eyed. “The point is, no matter what nasty thing any of us does, no matter the scale, there’s some pony out there willing to give us the benefit of the doubt. To sympathize and love us, who can see things from our point of view. To give us the chance to explain and say we’re sorry.”
A wicked grin flitted across Discord’s face and out the window. “But not you. You’ll never get that chance. You’re going to do something far, far worse than hurt anyone, or take over the kingdom, or betray your loved ones or abuse and manipulate those around you for your own amusement…
“You will be despised and shunned for the unforgivable crime… of not living up to someone else’s expectations. After all, you never get a second chance to make a first impression!”
Although it wasn’t his usual style, Discord used a light touch and… ugh… restraint. Not a full personality overhaul, just a low-power tweaking. Not even enough to wash out the colors of his mane!
Discord stuck out his tongue and squinted in concentration, making sure all the mental furniture was where he wanted it. “Maybe a little more entitled… a little less empathetic… ooh, alliterative! I like it! A dash of cowardice to round out the evening… and oh, why not? Irrational fear of cakes. Flying cakes! Ideal!”
With a quick ruffle of his mane, Discord shooed the dazed Prince out of his room. “Go get ‘em, slugger!” Discord wiped a tear from his eye. “Ah, the grow up so fast...”
Discord looked around the small room, whistled a few bars of some pretty old song and checked his watch. “Well, I suppose I should get back to the maze, see how Sparkle and her friends are doing. Can’t expect a leg to do the work of an entire draconequus, after all!”
A snap of his claws, a flash of light, a whiff of cinnamon, and the spirit of chaos was gone.
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I like it, especially how accurate the unforgiven thing is with some of people on Fimfiction sometimes. Would like to point out though that in Sweet and Elite, think that was the episode's name, that Rarity seemed to be getting along with Blue Blood in the boat christening.
They didn't talk though but everyone seemed happy so.....
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Well, he is Discord, Spirit of Chaos, not Discord, Spirit of Correct.
As it turns out, a few very sincere letters of apology, some unheeded warnings of "Discord will break free! I swear!" and not one peep of "I told you so" afterwards really smoothed things out.
I'm going to read this tomorrow. Definitely. I see what you did there with the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference there. XD
There does seem to be something wrong when evil deeds are rather easily forgiven, but doing something mildly bad-ish is enough to get you branded a monster for life.
That... uh...
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Huh. That actually explains everything.
Kidnap monarch and almost destroy entire governmental system after staging a coup that got her banished? Forgiven.
Destroy reality and usurp the monarchs power? Forgiven.
Try to take over capital? Just misunderstood creatures. They'll work it out.
Sombra? He well...he's just there I guess.
Be impolite? Scumbag for life
4275429 Sounds good to me. Yay Blueblood!
Wow... This is a pretty well-done commentary on how some characters tend to be treated, I think, Blueblood probably being the biggest hate-sink in the show for some people. There are plenty who don't see him, Diamond Tiara+Silver Spoon, Jet Set+Upper Crust, etc. as evil sacks of meat to be brutalized, but a disturbing amount of those who do. Nicely done!
Hilarious!!
It was worth the read just for this line...
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Cross your heart
Hope to fly
With strange aeons
Even death may die
4284881 WHY CAN'T I GIVE MORE THAN ONE THUMBS UP? MOTHER OF GOD IT'S SOOO BEAUTIFUL!
Beautiful, and sums up in a nutshell the problem with Blueblood's demonization.
Yeah, messing with someone's mind and soul for a few laughs is Discord's idea of 'harmless fun' alright. Be warned, Big D, Fluttershy will find out about this one day and there will be payback!
...I always knew that the Blueblood/Diamond Tiara hate was overblown, but I didn't realize until just now how it jars with everything else that has been forgiven by the fandom. I guess it's just projection.
I'm liking these stories, by the way.
I think Gilda might be the only antagonist who I've seen forgiven/redeemed less than Blueblood. It's rather sad, really. Yes, she was kind of a jerk, but she wasn't nearly as bad as everyone else we love to forgive. And honestly, the fact that Rainbow Dash, the element of loyalty, apparently hasn't even tried to reconcile things with one of her oldest friends is way worse than Gilda's jerkish behavior. But she was mean to Fluttershy, and the fandom is so overprotective of her that that has become unforgivable crime.
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I think it has to do with the fact that the ordinary person will never actually meet a killer, a genocidal maniac, or anyone who's truly evil*.
But they do meet people who make their days just that bit worse....and they'll remember them for more, and hate them for more.
And thus, it's easier to empathize with wanting them punished
*I use the word hesitantly. What I actually mean is: someone who's actions are a couple of orders of magnitude worse than what is easily encountered.