Chapter 25 - Joke's On You
I groaned as I opened my tired eyes, the sounds of birds and wildlife alerting me to the coming morning. Any nausea I had experienced yesterday had vanished along with the recurring vertigo. Normally I would be extremely happy about such a development, but I was too busy worrying about the cloth that surrounded me.
My eyes snapped open to find not sunlight, but darkness. I began pushing against the fabric, trying to escape from it as quickly as possible. It was then that I felt something off. I felt like I had used up far more energy than I should have far too quickly. Was I drugged by someone while I slept? Impossible, I've learned to sleep lightly after living so long in the Everfree.
In my moment of confusion I leaned to the left and I began to feel myself fall. I hit the ground with a grunt, gritting my teeth in pain. Pain only gave way to confusion, however, when I heard the sound I made when I grunted. It was high pitched, more so then it was yesterday. Granted, I didn't have the deepest of voices, but that sounded like it would've come from a female!
I growled and began to push against the fabric once more. “Wha da hellis goi'g on!?”
I stopped just as quickly as I started when I heard the sound of my own voice. It sounded similar, but it was as if I had inhaled too much helium. Not to mention the poor excuse for words that were tumbling out of my mouth. I sounded as if I was drunk!
I forced myself to calm down and I approached the situation much more sensibly. I began pushing against the fabric one more, working at it with precision instead of the made flailing I utilized not minutes prior. I soon found one, an opening that was concealed before. Strange, it almost seemed as if the fabric overlapped itself. I certainly wasn't confined within some simple sack.
I pushed the fabric apart and I escaped from my prison, readying myself for any confrontation. Instead, I found myself on the floor of my room.
A room that was much larger than I remember being.
With furniture not suited for my size.
And the cloth I escaped from turned out to be my robe which was lying in a mess upon the floor.
My blood ran cold as numerous possibilities ran through my mind. I looked at my body and quickly discovered my problem. It wasn’t the room that was larger, but myself that was smaller. I examined my body, inspecting the sudden changes that had befallen me. I rushed to the mirror in my room, holding up my undergarments as I did so. What I saw staring back at me was something that horrified me even more than when I spent time as a female pony.
The image of the reflection was myself, but much younger. My hair was ruffled due to the fight I had with my cloak and my skin was less tan than it was before. Even the muscles under my skin that I had slowly built weren’t visible. In fact, all that muscle was most likely hidden underneath the baby fat I had worn out long ago. It would seem that I had regressed to the age of somewhere between three to four. I was half my original height and the only clothing I managed to hold onto were my undergarments and my cotton shirt.
All in all I was surprised, fascinated, skeptical and downright enraged.
I decided to go with enraged.
(3rd Person Perspective)
Trixie yawned as she got up from her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She blinked in surprise as she came to realize there wasn’t any noise in the house. Even her teacher, who usually was the one who woke her up, failed to make himself known. She removed herself from her bed and stretched, listening for any sounds within the cabin. She soon heard hurried footsteps from the main room followed by what sounded to be someone falling.
“God dab it all!”
Trixie raised an eyebrow as she listened to the expletive. The voice was similar to Robin’s, but much more juvenile. She shook her head and opened her bedroom door, expecting to find Robin along with some strange… something.
“Robin, are you the-” Trixie’s voice caught in her throat as she found the source of the noise. There was a small creature sitting on the floor, clearly angry if its face was anything to go by. Judging by the size it was also clear that it was only a child.
A child that looked and dressed exactly like Robin.
Trixie stepped forward, gaining the attention of the small child. “Robin, is that you?” She asked hesitantly.
The foal looked relieved as he got back up to his feet. “Twixie, ah need youah help! Ah've been tunned into ah child an ah fink it has ta do wif dat fwowah. Ah need you ta go into town an-”
“You’re so adorable!” Trixie interrupted with a squeal, rushing over to him and pulling him in for a hug.
Robin spluttered indignantly as he tried to push her away. Sadly, his reduced physical form hardly put up a fight, and he was forced to wait for Trixie to release him. When she eventually let him go, he huffed in annoyance and straightened out his overly large clothing. “Ah'm nawt adorabuu!” He snapped, looking up at her in anger.
The sudden obvious difference in height didn’t help his mood. He was now only just slightly shorter than the blue mare.
“Jetht he'p me ficth thith! Acthually, thcratch that. He'p me get to Zecora’th hut, ahm thure she’ll know how tuh fix thith. Thomething thimiwar 'appened tah Wud an' ee got bedder, tho there’th motht wikewy a cure.”
Trixie pouted as she sat on the floor. “But you look so cute the way you are. Much more so than you did as an adult!”
Trixie immediately blushed and fought to argue her previous statement, “W-Well, of course you’re cuter now, you looked like a hairless ape before! Not very appealing to the eye!”
Robin rolled his eyes and stumbled his way to the bookshelf, pulling out Arcwind. “Ah’ll ignore the fact that yew jetht called me a hairleth ape if yew agwee tah he'p me.”
Trixie sighed and relented, making her way out the door to wait outside. Robin arrived soon after, holding the book to his chest with one hand while he used the other to hold up his underwear.
Robin looked between the forest trail and the blue mare, and a smirk found its way onto his face. Even with a much more aesthetically pleasing face, it still managed to unnerve Trixie.
Robin let out a high pitched laugh before calming down enough to speak, “Ah jetht thought of a way thad’ll get uth both there fathter.”
Trixie ground her teeth as she galloped through the forest trail. Her tail flicked in annoyance as, with every step, she was reminded of why she was so upset. Clinging to her back, legs straddling her, was Robin. He had his arms wrapped around her neck as he struggled to stay aboard his vehicle.
“H-Hey, thwow down! Ah’m gonna faw off!”
In response, Trixie put on a new burst of speed. “I don’t think so! I want you off of me the second we get there!”
Robin grumbled in protest from his position, but did little more. He was just as unhappy with this setup and only suggested it since it would be faster. It also gave him a chance to get back at Trixie. Now that he was clinging to her neck for dear life, he wasn’t so sure.
Trixie had attempted to teleport the two of them all the way to Zecora’s, but she only managed to get as far as the main road. It seemed that all of Robin’s abilities, as well as his resistance to magic, carried with him when he regressed. So to make it the rest of the way they had to do so by foot. Or in Trixie’s case, by hoof, and hoof alone. The two eventually made it to Zecora’s hut, but when they arrived the two were in for a sad surprise. Upon the door was a note detailing that the zebra had gone into town to pick up some materials and she wouldn't be back till the end of the day.
Robin stared at the note with a dead expression while Trixie sat off to the side. The mare couldn't help but find this whole situation to be extremely amusing to watch, but she needed to get Robin back to his normal self soon. The mage wasn't exactly the best of company when he was in a foul mood.
"If you want I can go into town and get Zecora," Trixie offered with a smile.
Robin sighed and turned towards Trixie. "Ah thuppothe there'th no othuh choice. Ah'm gonna waid here fer yew though. I will nawt be entoowing da town whiwe Ah'm wike dith."
Trixie nodded and gathered her magic, preparing a teleportation spell. "I'll try to be back as soon as possible," she said before disappearing in a flash of light.
Zecora smiled and thanked the salespony as she secured her purchases within her saddlebag. She was just about to move onto the next stall when she heard the sound of heavy hooves as they encroached upon her position. Zecora turned around to find Trixie as she ran down the dirt street, panting. It was clear something was wrong if the worry in the mare's eyes gave Zecora anything to go by. "Trixie, whatever is the matter?"
Trixie huffed as she stopped before the Zebra, gasping for air. Once she had managed to calm down, she explained the situation to Zecora. By the end of the tale the witch doctor wasn't sure if she should laugh or frown. If what Trixie had told her to be true than Robin had experimented with a plant he had no actual knowledge of. She briefly wondered how the mage hadn't managed to off himself through sheer carelessness alone up till now.
"A cure is quite easy to procure. However, it takes time and effort to create, and I no longer have the materials of which to make. All is not lost for our distressed friend though, for the ponyville spa has a treatment at hoof. Of course, that means Robin will need to cast aside his urge to remain aloof."
Trixie groaned as she rubbed her head with a hoof. Already she could feel a headache forming from the stress of the situation. No doubt Robin would make it worse with his stubbornness.
Robin's not going to like this...
"No way."
"As of right now you don't have much of a choice. It's either stay like you are for almost a week, or take a bath in the Ponyville Spa."
Robin pouted adorably as he crossed his arms over his chest. Trixie's eye twitched as she forced herself from running over and scooping her teacher into another hug. "I already told them to start up the treatment," Trixie admitted with a sigh.
Robin shook his fist at her. "Do yew awnestwee ethpect fer me tuh humiweeate myself in such a manner!?"
"I figured one day of humiliation would be better than a week's worth," Trixie supplied. Her face suddenly broke out into a grin. "You know, if you decide to remain secluded for a week you're going to have to get some temporary clothes. I'm sure Rarity would be more than willing to design something of your stature. Perhaps a few frills to go with the baby blue attire?"
If looks could kill than Robin's glare put the atom bomb to shame.
A pity its potency was lost underneath all the baby fat he now had.
Robin continued to glare at Trixie for a few moments before he relented. While the idea of showing himself to the town was abhorrent, he still found it preferable over the alternative. He couldn't afford to remain in his weakened form for long. The future was shrouded in mystery, and disaster could occur at a moments notice. With a heavy sigh Robin relented and allowed Trixie to teleport them to Ponyville.
"They're staewing awt me," Robin complained yet again as he glared at the surrounding ponies.
"Can you really blame them?" Trixie asked, trotting quickly towards the spa. "The mighty mage of the forest comes into town looking like a foal. At least none of them are-"
"Who's the twerp?"
Trixie's blood ran cold as she looked up into the grinning face of Rainbow Dash as she looked down at them from a cloud. The multicolored mare was clearly holding back her laughter as she stared at the small form of Robin. The mage in question returned her grin with a cold stare, his face heating up in embarrassment. Trixie decided the best tactic at the moment was to retreat. Her horn lit up and she teleported Robin and herself the rest of the way to the Spa, depleting the last of her magic.
Robin wasted no time as he got off the exhausted mare and stormed into the colorful building. He soon came across three mares, two he had never seen before, and Zecora. All of them were looking at Robin in surprise, but Zecora was the first to recover. Never before had the mage heard the zebra laugh before, but today was his lucky day.
His eye twitched as he moved past the laughing zebra and the two shocked mares, neither of them bothering to stop him as he barged into the spa. It didn't take him long to find the prepared bath, and he jumped into the warm water without a second thought.
Trixie entered the room moments after and searched for her tiny master. "Robin? Are you in here?"
The sound of disturbed water was her response and she looked over to the bath to see Robin's face surfacing from the bath. Trixie sighed in relief as she saw the adult face of her teacher. Before she could even utter another word a burst of wind rushed passed her, forcing her eyes closed. When she opened them Robin was nowhere to be seen.
Trixie shook her head as she made her way out of the spa, thanking Zecora and the spa ponies for their help. By the time she returned to their shared cabin Robin was fully dressed once more. He gave Trixie a pointed stare and spoke in a voice that concealed his true emotions, "We will never speak of this again."
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welcome back to the land of the living!
Great to have you back in the game. Displaced stories of this high quality are sadly a very rare treat and every story lost to procrastination etc. is reason mourn for a few days.
6662288 I'm sorry
but a new chapter is coming this week 
I'm trying to improve my writing skills
funny. just, funny. that is the description of this chapter in my opinion.
*Hugs Child Robin* TOO ADORABLE!!!
6662283 6662288 I was never gone! I have plans for this story, big, big plans! I just also have to deal with school...
Child Robin is basically Morgan... So this is as close as I can get to seeing Morgan in this fic.
Nevertheless, great fic. I love the interactions between Trixie and Your version of Robin.
6662385 Good to know. Sorry if I seemed a bit rude with my implying that your story was dead. That was not my intention. It's just that I have pretty much had to bury a lot of the higher quality stories I have followed because they never updated anymore. Every time this or similar quality stories update I am reminded that there is still hope for others too, that there is still more good reading coming and that I can trust the great authors here to make keep writing their works of art. That I just need to be patient.
Your story is a good example of quality I wish more authors would strive for. Every few weeks (I'm tracking so many stories and am so busy with work that I've had to slow down me reading pace) I read a few stories that start with a promising concept only to disappoint horribly with the execution. Either the grammar is headache inducing or (and this is mostly with displaced stories) it shows itself to be shallow crossover fest with steadily weakening quality.
There are quite a few people I consider quality authors. You, Tatsurou, Reykan, CommanderX5, Erised the ink-moth and Law Abiding Pony to name just a few that have updated recently. It's authors like these that make me hopeful that there might be more stories worth reading out there and I want to thank you for your part in it. So thank you for keeping up my hopes in the fandom and in finding more and more quality stories to read.
6662454 I don't know how to respond to this comment. I could say thank you, but I feel as if that alone wouldn't be enough to convey how humble your words are to me. You actually consider me a quality author alongside a writer such as Tatsurou? Often times I scoff at the notion that I could ever be as good as these "famous" FiM Fiction authors. It's funny, when I first uploaded this story I told myself I would be happy if I got three hundred upvotes. Much to my confusion I somehow have 713 and the number is slowly rising.
Displaced stories... there's a reason why I went this route. I like the idea of a character being forced into a role of another individual. This would allow me to give said character their powers, but not necessarily use the same personality. When it comes to crossovers... I've also noticed a problem. However, it's another reason why I wanted to write a Displaced fic. I'm sure many readers assume that I'm doing crossovers willy nilly and whenever the option is available to me. The truth is, I'm not. Every crossover that I have planned is incorporated into Robin's own story. I have three more crossovers that are planned, and each one will effect Robin greatly. In fact, if it wasn't for the crossovers, I can confidently say this story would turn out to be a bust.
As for my grammar... well, my participles are atrocious.
*looks at calandar*
It's not Winter quite yet, but still a pleasant surprise.
6662519 I've been staying on top of my studies and have found time to write. I actually have close to 80,000 words waiting to be published. Only problem is that most of it isn't in order.
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I wonder... Is it that thing I actually know about? Or am I in for a surprise?
6662748 That's actually the chapter after tomorrows.
Awwwwww cute
Yes you are, yes woo are. Eeeee.
6662759 Nice.
6662542
lucky you....getting on top of studies..
some of us have very evil internet supplier people who decide to switch off the internet and phone line for an entire week,
with the work needing the internet to be able to be done...
BWAHAHA. Poison joke is a great plant!
Great that Trixie sees it that way. I hope she drags him into Ponyville like that!
But Trixie! He is sooooo cute! Why would you want that?
Thank you, Author. Now he has to go into town!
Goddammit, Robin! You take all of my fun away!
Thank you, Zecora! You can't escape this time, Robin! Muhahaha!
Teleporting? Isn't that difficult with his magic resistance, or is it just a lot closer compared to his own hut?
Aww! I expected more to happen in Ponyville! He didn't even met most of the others in this form! I kind of hoped for a lot of hugs and dawws and maybe even Fluttershy finding him alone and taking him to her cottage to take care of him! But it was not meant to be.
That was fun, may I have another? Looking forward to more.
Keep up the good work. Deus tecum.
Truly, this was the best thing that could happen.
Wait... Did Robin go streaking when he rushed back home? I find it hard to beleive he was wearing all his clothes this whole time.
6664957 All he had was his cotton shirt and his underwear. He ran as fast as he could and used the wind to dry him on the way
Agh! I missed a new chapter for a whole day? Why didn't you tell me Mad?
6665702 You Mad bro?
Who's a cute little tactician? Ronin is!
6664957 He was still wearing his underpants, as he tried to keep those up his body when he was a kid.
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I'm just wondering why he didn't make use of one of the "transformation charms" he got from >Princess Twilight... he could have at least tried testing one of them.
Even IF he had transformed into a little filly or colt by the mixup of both magics, the flower's and the charm's, at least he wouldn't have stood out so much, plus Rainbow Dash wouldn't have been able to recognize him.
Ok words cannot describe wut I'm reading (picture in ur mind South Park and the words "you will respect meh athoratie" from it as well) and a treable pun dam ur puns
XD