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Interviewing Mr. Disc - CrackedInkWell



The art teacher, Mr. Disc is called in to be interviewed by a CIA agent over the disappearance of a missing student at Canterlot High.

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(Time for Dinner: According to Discord.)

When my other, younger self-had facepalmed so hard that nearly gave him a concussion, I chuckled, “Sorry, I was only joking. I already know what I’ve turned into; I was just messing with ya.”

He glared at me, “But you still haven’t answered my question, how long are you going to stay here?”

“Until one of the Princesses figure out that I’m gone,” I waved my left wrist around for an hourglass watch to appear. “Which I’m guessing that they’ll realize it within a few days at least, not that I’m complaining. After all, when you’re a spirit as old as a universe, you tend to crave something new. And this, dear me, is a brand, off the assembly line of a fanfic writer new!”

“Fanfic writer?”

“Yeah, the one that’s writing our lines as we speak.”

Hey! Leave me out of this!

“Okay, fine,” I grumbled at the ceiling, “If you insist Mr. I’m-just-making-this-up-as-I-go.”

I looked back at my double, he blinked, “You mean that you hear him too?”

“Eventfully, you just learn how to ignore him, anyway, back to the story. As I was saying, this is a new experience for me since I already know everything about my universe. But here, it’s all new. There’s much to see, and countless possibilities to have some fun!”

“Will that such possibility includes you taking my medicine again?” he asked.

“Trust me, I’ve already learned my lesson the last time. As it turns out, I was wrong, when you went cuckoo, your work was sloppy.” I put a finger under my new jaw, “I wonder why though.”

“Look, we can’t stay here for long,” he said, “Eventually, someone is going to come in and find out that there are two of us. We really should get going.”

“Very good!” I clapped my hands, both in delight and to summon a bicycle where the front wheel is smaller than the back one. “Where do you have in mind?”

He looked at his watch as I started moving down the hall. “Since it’s time for dinner and getting a bit late to cook anything, let’s head over to my home for the night.”

Now my curiosity has been peaked. I immediately changed the inconvenient cycle into a steampunk motorcycle. “You want to take a long way or the shortcut,” I asked him, offering him a helmet.

“I’ll take my car.”

I shrugged, “Suit yourself,” I snapped my fingers for a rip in the fabric of time and space to appear in a wall. “So you in a sec,” before I could hear what he was going to say, I drove into the torn fabric and onto a patch of grass.

“Hey, get off my lawn!” before I could react, my motorcycle suddenly sprouted wings and began flapping.

I jumped off of it quickly before I the thing flew off into the sunset. I looked to my right to find my other self standing on a porch. Looking crossed, he said, “It’s about time you’ve got here, come in while I still have dinner set up.”

So, this is his home? Not exactly what I’d expect from my alter ego. It was big enough to have one floor that a porch with a stand-up piano, it was painted like the other homes on this street, dull. Something that even I didn’t expect because my home in Equestria is… I wonder.

Stepping inside, at first I found what appears to be a normal sitting room with an open kitchen where I found my counterpart sitting down to a plate of sandwiches. There was one of those new found radios playing a song.

Walking up to the table, I craned my neck back around to find that I was right, the perspective of the room has indeed changed! The closer that I got to the table, the more that the sitting room seems to stretch with every step I take.

Yep, defiantly reminds me of home in a way.

“Knowing you,” he said as I took my seat, “I had the sandwiches have a different flavor with every bit you take.”

“Hm, that does sound good,” I took one of the sandwiches and took a bite out of it. Oh cat food, I missed you so much! Another bite, orange caramel, “Not bad,” I told him.

“Thanks,” he took a bit of his sandwich, “I guess since we’re both here, sitting down at the same table and what not, perhaps we should get down to some unfinished business.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, it’s something that I won’t be surprised if the thought had crossed your mind as well. How come that we practically have… somewhat the same personality and even artistic style and be so different? Why is that?”

“You tell me,” I snapped for a class of gray chocolate milk to drink the glass. “It’s really puzzling for me too. I mean, we have the same friends like Fluttershy. But why do you have such a different view of madness though? That’s something that I’ve never grasped.”

“I guess you could blame my doctors for that.”

“Doctors?” Hello, what do we have here? “What doctors?”

“The ones that said I was mentally ill since I was a teen.”

Now we’re getting somewhere, “Mentally ill? You mean being normal?”

“Not what I’ve been told,” he said after taking another bite, “After mom went ‘poof’ and I started living on my own during the dark ages, I was put on medication from the countless delusions that I have increasingly had more often. So a couple of Docs had given me these pills to keep my hallucinations back.”

“Come on,” I said, snapping my fingers for the remaining sandwiches to have a football match. “You know as well as I that keeping something back never done anyone good.”

“Why, has anyone ever tried to cure you?”

“If you mean by using the Elements of Harmony on me to make me sane but it turned into solid rock for a thousand years, otherwise, nope.” As a Jell-O sandwich made a pass, suddenly, an idea cornel popped in my head. “Wait-a-hour… This is supposed to be the human world right?”

“Yeah? So?”

“And this is a world where you said that magic doesn’t exist?”

“You’re point being?”

“How come we’re able to do any of this?”

All the sandwiches, including my double, stopped to look at me.

“Come to think of it, how long you’ve been able to use chaotic magic?”

He twilled his goatee in thought, “I suppose since I’ve first come in your-”

“No, I mean here,” I interrupted. “I mean, you’ve never been able to use magic before you came to Equestria before, have you.”

“Come to think of it, no. Never until I came home from your world for the first time, I didn’t think I would have my superpowers here until I tested out… What’s going on here?” We both asked the same question.

“Oh, jinx,” I quickly said. Now he owes me a soda.