Blooming Chaos

by ChillzMaster

Confrontation

Applebloom had never heard such a horrible and piercing noise in her life. The laughter was one that mocked, one that was laced with insanity and coated with a kind of evil one could only find by taking a dip in the pits of malice. Her hooves could only block out so much before her dread began pouring out of her eyes and ripping out her mouth.

“APPLEJAAAACK!!” she screamed in terror as she sprinted ahead, eyes shut tight and full of tears. A large and thick obstruction halted the filly’s progress quite suddenly and knocked her back a few inches. Through her fuzzy vision and fearful tears, Applebloom’s gaze stuck on the massive figure not a foot from her nose.

Long and slender, the patchwork monster twiddled his beard with a lion paw while his other arm, a griffin’s foreleg, was clenched, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. Applebloom’s memory could only bring one word to mind to describe this creature, something Cheerilee had brought up one sunny day in the gardens…

“The dragonekuz…?” she barely peeped. The Spirit of Chaos roared in laughter.

“Oh, pardon me my dear, it would appear as if we haven’t met,” he started, his arms spread wide, “before you stands the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony, the draconequus,” he glared at the small pony in disdain before returning to his ham, “Discord!” The hodgepodge spirit flew in the air, the technicolor lightning and thunder booming above his head barely a whisper against the evil cackle of the Chaos Spirit. Applebloom screamed in her head to tell her legs to move, but the stubborn things were cemented to the spot, too tied up by the fear this abomination of nature had slammed into her psyche. Discord descended to the ground and leaned his long head close to the frightened filly.

“Did you say, Applejack?” a thread of pink darted across his lips, leaving his fang glistening in the limited light of the forest, “Applejack, as in the pony who represents the Element of Honesty, as in one of the ponies that ruined my gloriously chaotic return?” Discord brought his fist into the air and gazed up into the sky philosophically, as if describing the arrival of The First Alicorn.

Applebloom squeaked again and hid her face in her hooves again, trying to make herself as small as possible. Discord eyed the small pony and couldn’t help but explore a question that kept poking him.

“Don’t I know you?”

Applebloom looked up at him, “N-n-no,” she stammered out. Discord’s ears perked and his eyes began to switch sizes.

“Ah, young Applebloom, one of the three fillies who’s fighting and disharmony freed me from Celestia’s stone grip the first time!” Discord grinned and snapped disappearing in a flash of light. Applebloom rose a bit and looked around for her sister’s past foe.

“How… do ya know me?” she asked the ether.

“Oh I know everypony in Equestria!” Discord was floating behind her and looked as if he was lying down on a floor of nothingness, his hands under his chin in a position a filly would take if there was something particularly interesting to watch, “A thousand-plus years of immobility doesn’t leave much to do but wait, watch, and take in,” Discord explained nonchalantly, examining his talons. Applebloom couldn’t help but lose herself staring at the intimidating creature before her. A long face swathed in a brownish-gray hue, sporting two massive yellow lenses that looked at the world with different-sized red beads; two decent-sized wings, one of a bird and one of a bat; arms built from the two regal halves of the griffin; a leg of a blunt, pure-muscle beast and another of a more stealthy, equally dangerous, creature; and the tail of the scariest monster in all Equestria, all these things brought together with their tropes and traits and attributes into a creature that not only lived for Chaos, but was baptized and created in its erratic tendrils.

“So what is the sister of Applejack doing deep in this most gilded of chaotic landscapes?” the draconequus asked, examining his talons in a bored fashion. Applebloom’s broken concentration made her jump for a moment before swallowing a few remaining bits of fear.

“Well, Ah was tryin’ to get mah Cutie Mark,” she started, trailing her hoof across the dirt. Discord’s ears perked up.

“Cutie Mark? I’ve always been fascinated by that phenomenon!” his head turned and contorted as he spoke with a dash of excitement, his upside-down eyes not a hair from hers. The filly’s eyes were plastered open, her mouth glued shut. Discord waved his talons a bit, gesturing her to continue her story while an intrigued grin cut across his face.

“Well, me and mah friends were gonna go hang-glidin’ usin’ a circus cannon,” Applebloom started, her eyes unable to meet the piercing gaze of Discord’s red irises.

“A circus cannon?!?” the draconequus shouted in awe, summoning a notepad and pen with a snap and scribbling some notes down, “Sweet Chaos, how did I never think of such a brilliant idea?” The powerful spirit before Applebloom seemed to be preoccupied in his own musings on how to manipulate a circus cannon into various absurd uses, so she began to trot off towards where she thought Zecora’s abode lay.

Not fifteen seconds after the cries of chaotic joy and aspiration began to fade from the filly’s ears had passed when Applebloom walked into a loud snap and a flash of white.

“So this Cutie Mark nonsense, what’s it all about anyway?” the draconequus asked as he followed the determined Earth Pony, lounging in the air.

“Miss Cheerilee says that ev’rypony gets a cutie mark on their flank when they discover their special talent, the one thing that they’re really, really good at,” Applebloom replied, a bit put off by the sudden confusion of the seemingly omniscient draconequus, of whom had disappeared suddenly.

“Like this?!?” Discord asked, flashing in front of the yellow filly, sticking his rump out and twisting his pipe-like body awkwardly to examine his work. Donning his flank was a golden apple, appearing to shimmer in the dim light of the forest. Applebloom looked on in confusion as Discord began to shake his rump a bit, examining his new decal from all angles.

“So what’s the deal with this thing? Is it supposed to change color?” the draconequus asked as his mark began to explore various visual hues, “And is it supposed to stay in one spot? Can it go everywhere? Maybe twist about? Can I get one in THREE-DEE?” As Discord rambled on, his golden apple changed to match his diction, until it finally settled back in its original spot, looking particularly three-dimensional.

“What’re ya’ doin’?” Applebloom yelled, in shock at the utter disrespect the King of Chaos was giving the one thing she always dreamt about, “A Cutie Mark is the one thing that makes everypony special! It’s what tells us what our special talent is and where everypony fits in the world! It’s what makes a pony...” she searched for the word, becoming a bit hysterical, “a pony!” she trotted off, steaming with anger. One of Discord’s eyebrows rose as he stroked his beard, a bit put off at this sudden outburst. He looked back at his rump.

“What a confining concept! A forced destiny for everypony, forever glaring them in the face!” he paused for a moment, “Well, glaring them in the flank,” Discord snapped and his gilded apple disappeared in a flash of white. He shook his head.

“So that’s how Celestia’s doing things nowadays,” he sighed, a few memories poking their heads into his mind. He shook them off and snapped his talons, teleporting above a departing Applebloom.

“What d’you want?” the filly asked, her voice carrying a grim overtone. Discord pantomimed swimming above the yellow pony, floating and whistling a merry tune that was quite out of place in the quickly darkening forest.

“I figure I’ll follow you for a bit, maybe hear some more stories about how Celestia’s changed things around since my imprisonment,” the draconequus scratched his beard, “Come to think of it, I didn’t get a good look at the place when I broke out of that statue the first time around, and there’s only so much pop culture a stone can gather when he’s rooted in place.”

Applebloom sighed and continued on into the forest, trying to find her way out of the labyrinth of trees while a rock formed in her gullet. Sure, Discord seemed harmless enough now, but this was the creature that broke apart the friendship of the Carriers of the Elements of Harmony! She needed to keep one eye on the road ahead of her, and one eye on her new travel companion.

“It is a shame she’ll never leave this place,” Discord thought to himself, looking about himself and examining the dark forest, “it’s got to be better than being confined to a destiny in a process you have absolutely no control over, though.”

And so the draconequus and the filly trudged on into the mist, what lay ahead of them, an unknown expanse.

Comments

[RainbowDragon]

DIS GONNA BE GOOOOOOD

[TheManWithTwoNames]

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[Moustache Queen]

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