• Published 16th Oct 2014
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Mr. Disc - CrackedInkWell

Mr. Disc, the rehired art teacher for Canterlot High had an argument with a student when he get's pushed into the portal and into Equestria. Dazed and completely confused, he tries to figure out why every living things is afraid of him.

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10: Diamond

I can get used to doing this every day. No matter the age group, this is the kind of teaching I would kill for back at home.

Munching on an apple, laid back, hoof and lizard leg on the desk, I let my mind wander about what to do for the next few subjects. I already took a sneak peek for what we’re reading; it’s a short story about a pianist and the sea. The writing was kinda dry if you asked me, but perhaps I can make this interesting. Math is having them practice multiplication, I wonder if I should multiply the students to help them out? And with art-


I think I hit my head on the ceiling when I heard the yelling. Wait, no, I impaled it with these horns. Now since I’m trying to get unstuck, I couldn’t help but listen to what’s going on.

“Why should I? It’s true isn’t it?” Hmm… Whose voice is that again?

“Scoot’s doesn’t need ta fly ya know!”

“Then what’s the point of her being a pegasus when she could barely get off the ground?”

“She can’t help it! She was born like that!”

“Hmm, you seemed to be very protective of her, as usual.”

“And what does that suppose ta mean Diamond?”

Oh, Diamond Tiara. And judging from that accent, I’m guessing it might be that Applebloom. Or at least, this place’s version of her.

“I think you know perfectly well what I mean.”

“But she’s ma friend. So why wouldn’t Ah?”

At this point, I was able to pull away from the ceiling and back into the chair below.

“Oh really? So I guess it might not even matter then.”

“What are ya talkin’ about?”

“Oh nothing, I guess it may not make any difference to tell Scootaloo that you’re a filly-fooler then, wouldn’t it?”

Filly-fooler? What in the name of Salvador Dali’s drug-induced nightmares is a filly-fooler? I looked at a nearby bookshelf and spotted a dictionary. I gestured it to come to me and the thing walked over. Opening the book up, I noticed that the conversation went quiet for a long time. But by the time I reached under “F”, I heard Applebloom ask: “W-What?”

“You heard me, oh, I see, you mean you haven’t told either of them?”

“A-Ah don’t know what yer talkin’ about.”


Fe… Fi…Fic…

“I know all about it. Especially how you described Scootaloo in your diary.”


Fif… Fil…

“You bet, and it’s quite a read.”

Then I found it. When I read the definition, I think my eyes busted into flames.

It read:

Filly-Fooler: (Fill-E-Fou-ler) (Noun) A “Filly-Fooler” is often used as a derogative or slur word to describe one who is attracted to a member of the same gender, in this case, a female attracted to a female.

I sat up, facing the window; Diamond had a smug look on her face while Applebloom’s was filled with horror.

Little missy, you just picked the wrong day and teacher to mess with.


After the echoes faded, I slumped in my chair and counted the seconds for that brat to show up.

The door opened, I saw her and Applebloom behind her. I got up from where I was sitting and went up to the door. Ms. Tiara went in but I turned my attention to Applebloom, “You wait here, I want to talk to you afterward.”

Closing the door, I marched over to my chair.

“Mr. Dis-”

“Sit,” I commanded her, conjuring up a chair in front of the desk.

She did so. Sitting down in my chair, I snapped my lion’s paw for all the windows to slam shut. I don’t want anyone to listen to this.

For a moment, I didn’t say anything, I just stared at her. Of course, she was nervous about what is about to happen.

“Where, just where do I even begin? Hum?”

“Mr. Disc I-”

“Don’t talk yet… Allow me to make this perfectly clear here. With the exception of Discord, your students can say whatever you like about me. You can say that I’m a bad teacher. Or that I’m crazy. Or that I’m a little too weird, but! But when it comes to my students bullying another student, for whatever reason, that, Ms. Tiara is something I will not tolerate.”

I got up from my seat. “In fact, after spending some time in an asylum, I think I have a pretty good idea what this is really about.”


“Tell me something, what did that Applebloom does to you that was so bad, that you had to call her Filly-Fooler?”

She fidgeted. “Well…Y-You see… She… They…”

“I guess you don’t have an answer then?”

She said nothing.

“I think I know what this really is,” I told her. “I think what this is really about is just so that you can have someone, heck, anyone at all to have a crappier day and a crappier life, then you. And why?” I looked at her right in the eye.

“You had a bad day once, didn’t you?”


“No, I know I’m right, that’s the real reason why you’re bothering Applebloom and her friends no doubt. You had a bad day. Let me tell ya something, while I was put into an asylum for over a thousand days, I learned something from the patients around me. Do you know how all of them ended up being there?”

She shook her head.

“All it took to drive them as mad as I was just one really bad day. That’s all. For even Luna told me herself that all it took to drive the sanest person alive to lunacy is just one bad day. So tell me, what made you what you are? Daddy wasn’t around very much; a friend of yours snubbed you up on a playdate? Something like that I bet.”

“Well… What happened to you then?” She asked.

I paused. “I… I’m not exactly sure, to be honest. I don’t exactly remember how it happened. Sometimes I remember it this way, sometimes another. But hey, If I’m gonna have a past, might as well be multiple choice!” I chuckled at that little joke.

“The point here,” I told her. “Is I went crazy, and when I saw how big of a joke of all existence was, I went as mad as a hatter. What I’m trying to say here is that it doesn’t take much to drive anybody to go cuckoo. In fact, that’s exactly what you’re doing with Applebloom. You’re giving her a bad day so that you can convince yourself that she has it worse than you.” I shook my head.

“So what?” She asked. “What are you trying to prove? That I’m just as crazy as you are or something?”

“If that’s one way of putting it then no. Unlike you, at least I do something creative to cope while you go out of your way to make someone’s life miserable. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” I changed into a judge's black robe and a powder white wig for the fun of it.

“Um…” She shifted in her seat, eyes looking everywhere except for me. “I’m sorry?”

“Diamond Tiara, after from what I’ve seen, I hereby sentence you twice the homework you usually get, and,” I snap my fingers. “For the next twenty-four hours, you will have no façade to hide behind. So that the real you is out in the open for everyone to see.” I took out a hammer from under the desk. “You’re dismissed.” I banged the cheap gavel on the desk.

Diamond showed herself out the door, where Applebloom was waiting. Getting out of the judge’s outfit, I called out, “Applebloom, come in, we need to talk.”

Author's Note:

Extra points goes to those who could guess the hidden D.C. villein's dialog reference in this chapter.

(Hint: It's biased off of a famous monologue from a Batman comic.)