In the middle of a sunny Saturday afternoon, Bad Dude laid across his bed with an open comic book in hoof. Each time he glimpsed another Power Ponies character clobber another bad guy, he made the accompanying sound effect and even shook the issue with his hooves as if to add a visual flair.
Then he flipped to the next page and gasped.
“That’s… not right,” he muttered uneasily, his forehead heavily lined.
It was in his Power Pony’s issue forty-seven (one he’d read time and again featuring the awesome Mane-iac); only this time Discord had been drawn in her place, although with the same costume she was usually clad in.
The picture of Discord turned to face Bad Dude. “What? Don’t think I could pull it off?”
“I…” Bad Dude started, quickly realizing he was talking to a comic book. “I dunno.”
The Discord drawing shook his head. “Well, it’s high time you get your head out of comic books and take a look at what I made, boss. I must say, it’s pretty neat!”
“I like neat things! Ask anyone!” Bad Dude exclaimed, before his comic book burst into smoke and the living, breathing Discord revealed himself in his room. Discord loudly stretched out his back, his horns nearly scraping the short ceiling once he stood up straight again.
Bad Dude grimaced. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, Discord. My parents… well, they really don’t think you’re a very good influence on me… or on anyone for that matter.”
Discord rolled his eyes. “Oh, what terrible news—a stallion who makes donuts for a living doesn’t think I’m all that and a bag of hay fries? I think I’ll survive.” Out of nowhere, Discord pulled out Bad Dude’s royal blue cape and flung it to him. “Here, put this on.”
Bad Dude did as he was directed and stood up on his bed. “We going somewhere?”
“Sure are, and thankfully not far.” Discord strolled around the room in a small circle before stopping in front of Bad Dude’s tiny closet. He snapped his fingers. “And here we go! I knew we’d find it eventually.”
Bad Dude raised a brow. “My closet? It’s really not all that interesting, really; a couple of extra aprons and my hockey pads and—”
Bad Dude’s words died on his tongue when Discord opened his closet and shoved past a row of hangers and shirts. What awaited him on the other side was a dimly hit stone hallway with burning torches hanging on the walls.
Bad Dude came to stand beside Discord. “That’s new. You think my parents remodeled the house when I was at school?”
With a loud smack, Discord pressed his lion’s paw to his face. “No, Bad Dude. Somehow I don’t think that’s the case. This is the entrance to our secret hideout. Get it? Pretty neat, right?”
Bad Dude gasped from the sudden realization. “Oh, wow! Our own secret base and everything!? How does it work? It doesn’t look all that big.”
Using a thin eagle’s claw, Discord pointed up the darkened hallway. “This is only your entrance to the hideout, Bad Dude. You stroll down the hall a good few meters and you’re in like Flynn.”
Bad Dude looked up at him. “Who’s Flynn?”
“A colt that sadly perished by asking too many questions.”
Bad Dude’s mouth popped open. “Did he get dehydrated or something by asking all those questions?”
Discord shut his eyes with a growl. “Just get in the closet.”
***
Bad Dude couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Everywhere he turned, he ended up gasping again. Everywhere he looked, he had to strain his eyes to take in everything he was seeing. It was like one of his comic books—only real—and best of all it was all his and his villain friends’.
The short hallway leading from his bedroom’s closet ended a few meters in and fed into a large and lush living room. Rectangular carpets of blue, red, and green covered grey stone floors; cushy sofas and chairs had been set around the room and four roaring fireplaces filled the immense area with warmth and the faint popping sound of crackling wood. Large banners adorned the walls above the fireplaces, written in some script that Bad Dude couldn’t understand.
In a room adjoining the main area was a games room stocked with pinball machines, a ping pong and air hockey table, and what looked like a lavish coffee bar set up in the corner. Bad Dude stuck out his tongue at the coffee bar’s many shiny bells and whistles. He was more of a chocolate milk fan.
As amazing as all this was, what made Bad Dude at a loss for words was the simple view outside each tall, arched window—that of the cloudy, blue sky from thousands of feet in the air. After Bad Dude ventured a look to the ground oh, so far below, he asked Discord, “So… this whole place is… floating?”
“Or flying. Or hovering. Or whatever you want to call it.” Discord came to stand beside him and gaze out the window. “A floating fortress sounded like the best option available. Well-protected like a castle, but also hard to find and attack.”
“What about if some pegasus should happen to fly into it?” Bad Dude asked.
“Unlikely, Bad Dude,” Discord replied. “This fortress randomly changes locations every twenty minutes—and should someone come across it randomly? Well, we’ll deal with that when the time comes.”
Bad Dude took another glance at the ground far down below. “What happens if one of us falls off this thing?”
Discord pulled on his beard. “Another security measure. This place comes with an ‘evil’ indicator reading. If someone with pure nastiness running through their veins should happen to tumble off, a spell will catch them and shoot them directly inside the broom closet.”
Bad Dude’s eyes widened again. “Whoa! And you’re sure it’ll work?”
Discord shrugged. “I dunno. I just put the down payment on the place a day ago. Let’s see what happens.”
Without warning, Discord scooped Bad Dude up from the floor and chucked him out the window. Like a cartoon, Bad Dude hung in the air just long enough for Discord to give him a wave goodbye before he began plummeting towards the earth.
Bad Dude yelped and flung his hooves in all directions to no avail. His cape and mane rippled around in the harsh breeze and the ground below began to catch up to him. Then everything went dark with a slight moldy smell.
Discord rushed open the door to the broom closet Bad Dude was now standing in. “Have fun?” he asked mildly.
Bad Dude shook his head, his lips pulled thin. His face was a lot paler than before.
“Well, that’s what you get for asking too many questions, Bad Dude.”
When Discord started down another hall, Bad Dude hurried after him, a new thought on his mind. “You said that only ponies with ‘pure nastiness’ in them would be caught. Does that mean I’m actually a really awesome villain?”
Discord chuckled dryly. “Oh, that. Afraid not. I also told the fortress to catch any colts with capes it happens to see. Luckily your cape didn’t come undone while you fell, eh?”
Bad Dude frowned. “That wasn’t very nice, Discord.”
“I know… but it sure was hilarious!”
Bad Dude sighed and tried for a different subject. “So where is everyone else?”
Discord stopped to kneel down to him. “Everyone else? Well, you need to go get them, of course.”
***
Helping him to stand, Bad Dude used himself as a crutch to assist King Sombra out from his small rock prison. Sombra took long, slow steps and even slower steps once out in the arctic air and knee-high snow. Bad Dude had been thoughtful enough to bring a spare blanket along to wrap around Sombra’s back—even with that, he shuddered in the elements like a leaf.
“You don’t look so good,” Bad Dude told him earnestly.
“I’m not,” Sombra wheezed back. “Ever since you came and spoke to me, I’ve barely slept. All I’ve been thinking about is revenge—sweet, sweet revenge. I can almost taste it, I can.”
Bad Dude glanced at him. “What’s revenge taste like?”
“Mint chocolate-chip ice cream.”
Bad Dude nodded. “That’s what I thought. Oddly specific, too.”
Arriving at the lip of the cliff overlooking the valley below, Sombra exhaled in surprise and collapsed onto his plot. His mouth hung ajar as he looked over the floating castle-like fortress before him.
He wearily turned to Bad Dude. “This… this is yours?”
Bad Dude nodded happily. “Uh-huh! Pretty cool, huh? And, actually, it’s ours.”
“My word…” Sombra croaked. “Honestly, I had somewhat believed this all to be a trick—the Princesses latest scheme to force love and friendship into my tortured soul, thus killing me for good—but seeing this…” A shark-like grin ate his face. “Things are looking up, aren’t they, my Prince?”
Bad Dude giggled. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up.” He turned towards the floating fortress. “Discord! I’ve got Sombra! You can open up now!”
From the top of the fortress, Bad Dude could hear a trapdoor slam open before Discord lazily strolled to the edge of the roof. With his hands on the railing, he stared down at them (and mostly at Sombra) as if studying some new strain of bacteria.
Discord shouted down to Bad Dude, “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want him anymore. I heard his mother was a parasprite and his father smelt of rotten zap apples!”
By Bad Dude’s side, Sombra growled deep in his throat. “Tis a lie!”
Discord seemed not to care. “I giggle maniacally in your general direction, good sir!” Then he started to do just that—laughing and laughing until tears were pouring down his face. Once he was finished, he looked at Sombra again. “Now go away, before I annoy you a second time.”
His lips curling into a snarl, Sombra spun his head to Bad Dude. “This is who you want to work with? Him? Him?”
Bad Dude gulped dryly. “Umm… he’s a lot nicer than he seems, honest! I mean… he just needs some time to warm up to you, is all, I promise! Please, just… don’t go away yet, okay?”
“Not like I have much of a choice,” Sombra grumbled aloud. “Either whither away and die in a cave or whither away and die in a fortress controlled by a clown. At least in the second scenario, there’s always a chance I murder Discord before dying.”
Bad Dude surprised him with a hug. “See? I knew you’d find reason to stick around!”
Sombra flashed the mildest of grins and patted Bad Dude on the head, before his eyes shot open and his mouth dropped.
“Lowering the tube!” Discord bellowed from up above. “Remember to duck and roll, Sombra!”
“Wha—” was as far as Sombra got before he was sucked up into the air and pulled into some bendable glass tube that connected into the fortress’ front wall. Bad Dude winced as he watched poor Sombra travel inside of it, screaming curse words that must’ve been too ancient for him to fully understand. Although Discord had mentioned to “duck and roll” while riding the tube, Sombra did not heed his advice and instead bounced around inside the glass interior, slamming his head and muzzle and leaving scuff marks everywhere.
Less than ten seconds after being sucked off the ground, Sombra was deposited inside. That left Bad Dude staring up at Discord with the angriest expression he could muster.
“Why’d you do that!?” Bad Dude trumpeted.
Discord shrugged. “I dunno.”
“What happened to the stairs? Since when did we get a tube?”
“Since I made one,” Discord replied, before he pulled on a large red lever by his side. “Duck and roll, kiddo!”
“Dis—” was as far as Bad Dude got before he, too, was sucked inside the tube. Taking Discord’s advice, he tucked all of his legs in and closed his eyes, forming a tight knit ball; not once did he touch the edges of the tube. Feeling the warmth from inside the fortress touch his face, Bad Dude pried open his eyes and found himself safe on solid ground again. Or… fluffy ground, at least.
Bad Dude stared at the floor with a gasp. “Oh, sorry, Sombra. I thought you were a carpet.”
The sprawled out tyrannical King below him gave a cough and a groan. “Obviously.”
***
Discord’s mischievous attitude was soon taken down a peg when Chrysalis and a few well-chosen drones flew into the fortress without the need to be harassed. Begrudgingly, Discord snapped himself up a blue and silver suit with matching hat and began showing everyone around the place.
Discord motioned to a dark and twisting passage that led somewhere underneath the fortress. Its walls were venomous green and, even from the doorway, the ambiance inside was eerie. It reminded Bad Dude of Chrysalis’ real hive lair right away.
“I take it this will be my quarters, then?” Chrysalis asked evenly, giving short looks to the trio of changelings she brought along with her. She stuck her head inside the dark and damp cave and gave a curt nod. “It will do. I will not bring all my children here, but as many as I can spare—along with these three, of course.”
As they walked along another hallway, Chrysalis’ three changeling children wouldn’t stop staring at Bad Dude. Trying not to make a scene, Bad Dude tried to ignore them as best he could. Was there a reason they were following him so closely?
“And here we have the Hall of Fame,” Discord announced, holding his arms out wide. “Or would it be the Hall of Shame? Anyone? Anyone gotta answer to that?”
The Hall of Fame ended up being a length of grey stone wall fitted with numerous grand paintings of each of the villains. Some were just a headshot of the individual, while others depicted them during their times of battle or victory. Bad Dude followed the gold-framed paintings from left to right, taking them all in. There was Chrysalis in a heated battle against Celestia… Sombra standing on his balcony overlooking his massive Crystal Empire… there was Bad Dude perched on a throne that matched his cape—a cookie in a hoof and a smile on his face. Lastly, there was Discord… sitting on a thick white cloud while his fingers controlled strings attached to ponies below.
But wasn’t someone missing?
“Where’s Tirek?” Bad Dude asked, completely derailing Discord’s latest talking point.
Discord giggled. “Oh, didn’t you see?”
Bad Dude shook his head. “No.”
Discord glanced at them all. “Has no one used the washroom, yet?” With a mighty kick, Discord thrust open a wooden door on the other side of the hall, revealing a cramped room with one white toilet and one matching white sink. Above the toilet was another grand painting with a golden frame—one of Tirek fully charged and in the midst of taking a rainbow-colored blast of energy to the jaw. He held his hands to his cheeks while a speech bubble screamed, “OW! MY FACE!”
Chrysalis snorted once she caught sight of it. “Did he really say that?”
Discord hung an arm around her. “He sure did, all right. Written in his autobiography and everything.”
Angrily, Bad Dude stomped his hooves along the stone floor. “This is no way to treat a fellow teammate, Discord! Tirek deserves a place on the wall just like everyone else!”
Discord cocked a bushy brow. “Whatever do you mean, Bad Dude? Tirek is on the wall. The washroom wall. And I don’t know about you, but nothing helps me get focused in the washroom like pictures of stupid goat-face over there.”
Chrysalis chuckled again. “Goat-face… washroom humor… this is fun already.”
“I was even thinking,” Discord added, “this could be his throne room, too. It’s sparkling clean, isn’t it?”
Discord laughed to himself until he took full notice of Bad Dude’s current mood. Like a drill slowly pressed into his chest, Discord’s expression went from jolly to moody to down right pained.
“Fine!” Discord declared, pinching the bridge of his nose with his claws. “Have it your way, you little mound of fluff…”
Another snap of his fingers and the Hall of Fame expanded another four feet and a fifth painting was set up—this one of a weakened Tirek in a cloak with his arms held upwards triumphantly. It would’ve almost been nice… if Discord hadn’t had made the point-of-view from behind Tirek instead of in front of him. Still, for now it would have to do.
Next up was a single door that led to a winding staircase that climbed so far up above, Bad Dude couldn’t even make out its top. When Discord showed off the ridiculous set of stairs, he narrowed his eyes at Sombra. “This leads to your quarters. You like?”
Gingerly, Sombra felt the first step with one of his hooves. “Obviously.”
“Splendid,” Discord replied dryly. “Because I wouldn’t change it even if you didn’t.”
Leaving the staircase behind, Sombra ran a hoof along his unkempt face and mane. “Where’s the closest shower and razor? I wish to make myself respectable before we begin our first venture.”
Discord roughly hooked an arm under one of his legs and dragged him onwards. “Come on, King Stinky. I’ll show you where it is.”
With both of them gone, that left Bad Dude and Chrysalis to their own devices; and, after strolling for a time, they both settled down on one of the living room’s large, plush sofas.
“You actually delivered,” Chrysalis remarked with a nod. “I must say I am surprised… but also glad. Things are about to become very interesting in Equestria, aren’t they?”
Bad Dude smiled from the compliment. “Sure are!”
A pregnant pause followed while neither of them knew what to say next. Eventually, Chrysalis gave a sigh and rested her head on a hoof. “He’s not exactly what I was expecting.”
Bad Dude didn’t understand. “What? Who, Discord?”
“No. Sombra,” Chrysalis clarified. “I heard stories about him… about what he did. He always seems so sure of himself and strong—very interesting fellow, to be sure.” She flashed the tiniest of smiles, making her seem much younger than she looked. “You may have noticed I’m quite attached to royalty. Being a Queen, you can’t help it. Perhaps that’s why I tried to take Prince Shining Armor first—he was sure of himself and strong, also. Well, not that strong mind you. His mind crumpled quite easily once I got a hold of him.”
Bad Dude furrowed his brows trying to understand. “So what’s wrong with Sombra, exactly?”
Chrysalis snorted again. “Where to begin? No cape, no crown—random bits of debris in his mane. Has he been homeless ever since losing his empire?”
“Sort of,” Bad Dude tried to explain. “He’s basically been living in a cave for a while… but he’s really cool and really smart! Honest!”
Chrysalis sighed. “Remains to be seen, but let me introduce you to the changelings I brought along.”
Shuffling themselves to look behind the sofa, Bad Dude and Chrysalis scanned over the trio of younger changelings that had been following them around during the tour. Bad Dude had a sneaking suspicion they’d been waiting there ever since they sat down.
“These are…” Chrysalis began, before stopping. “Actually, it doesn’t really help if I tell you their names; you’d never be able to pronounce them without having holes in your vocal cords. So, for now, call them whatever you’d like.”
Bad Dude felt a little uneasy about the three changelings staring up at him. “But why? Why’d you bring them along?”
Chrysalis almost appeared a little taken back by that. “Why, they’re your personal assistants, of course. I’ll also make sure they tidy around the base when they aren’t following your orders, but… whatever you want them to do, they will do so.” She slid across the couch so her next sentence wouldn’t be overheard. “These three have also taken quite a liking to you, Bad Dude, ever since you came by for a visit with those sumptuous donuts of yours. You could always reward them with hints of affection, too—just not too much. Don’t want three pleasantly plump changelings waddling around the place, do we?”
When Chrysalis smiled, Bad Dude did the same. Then he faced the trio of changelings on the floor again and felt his smile fade away. “Now what could I call you?” he asked himself.
He tried to think of something easy to remember—three of something would work best.
Bad Dude hitched in a breath when it hit him—one of his favorite games to play with his father when business was slow.
He pointed at each one in turn. “Tic… Tac… Toe! How does that sound?”
The three changelings gave each other a hurried glance, before nodding in approval. Still, they continued to look up at him with interest.
“What are they waiting for?” Bad Dude asked Chrysalis.
“For an order, of course,” she told him lightly.
“Oh…” Bad Dude had to think again. He guessed a big part of super villainy was the ability to order others around. Now as his first order as the nefarious Bad Dude, what should he be asking for?
With a hoof, he pointed at Tic. “I want three cookies on a plate, please.”
The changeling nodded and scurried away.
Then Tac. “And a big glass of milk.”
After receiving his order, the second changeling disappeared up a hallway.
“And… uhh…” Bad Dude didn’t know what else he wanted. Too bad. The last remaining changeling was staring at him anxiously with his large, beady eyes, beginning to fidget on the spot. Bad Dude eventually told him, “And a napkin, too! Bad Dude is bound to make a mess!”
The last changeling took to the air with his paper-thin wings and soon disappeared to another place inside the fortress. Bad Dude only hoped it would take them a while to find the place’s kitchen area and pantry, in case he had to come up with even more orders for them to do.
“Now I feel better,” Sombra announced, exiting from a doorway at the edge of the living room area. Wrapped around his mane was a towel, while his fur and tail remained damp. Since disappearing for a shower, his facial hair had been clipped and cut and his coat and hair appeared garbage free. Bad Dude hadn’t noticed it until now, but since cleaning up, Sombra also sported a series of shallow cuts around his belly and shoulders—most likely from his years of battle and torment done upon the Crystal Empire.
“What are you two doing?” Sombra asked, stepping further into the living room.
“Just giving orders,” Bad Dude answered.
Sombra nodded in understanding. “Very good, my Prince. Every King must give orders.” His red-and-green eyes slowly drifted towards Chrysalis, whose eyes were staring everywhere else on the stallion but his face. “Can I help you with something?”
Chrysalis looked up at him coolly. “You clean up rather well.”
“Obviously.”
Bad Dude took the cue and leapt off the couch, nabbing Sombra’s towel with his teeth and hurriedly running away with it. Instead of pursuing him or even reacting, Sombra rather grumbled underneath his breath before he flung his head from side to side in order to dry his mane. Once it was done, his mane softly landed back on his shoulders in long, wavy lengths and curls.
“You’re still staring at me,” he told Chrysalis.
Again, Chrysalis reacted nonchalantly. “Just trying to see if I could spot the cracks on your skin where you were torn apart.” She gave him a thin smile.
Sombra rolled his eyes and marched away, heading up his longwinded staircase.
Bad Dude was about to giggle at how everything had proceeded, but before he could, a heavy hand fell to his shoulder and roughly whirled him around.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Discord asked, his face pressed close to his.
Bad Dude had to avert his gaze. “Nothing.”
“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, buster!” Discord spat. “You trying to set those two up?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t we have enough possible internal conflict without stuff like that going on?”
Bad Dude felt his cheeks growing red. “But… I just thought it made sense. I mean… one’s a Queen and one’s a King… so shouldn’t they be together? And if they were together, then that would make me their son, in a way. Although, I’d never leave my real family, of course.”
Discord scoffed. “So you have your father and your mother figure. Where does that leave me, then? Weird uncle that no one wants to visit anymore?”
“I guess,” Bad Dude admitted. “But it’s not like anything’s gonna happen… I was just making sure they’d get along.”
“You mean ‘get along in bed’, you little oddball.” Discord exhaled roughly and pointed a sharp finger at him. “Just so long as you don’t try and set me up with Tirek or something! Won’t work! Can’t see it happening!”
Bad Dude had to laugh at that. “Don’t worry, Discord. I won’t.”
After calming down a bit, Discord motioned to the doors to the fortress’ grand meeting room. “You ready to formulate our first plan, boss?”
Bad Dude gave a nod. “You bet!”
Then, with hoof in claw they went, as Bad Dude made a mental note to place all of his Flutterbat/Discord drawings in a more well-hidden location.
It could still work, he thought to himself stubbornly.
best villian
Really like how Bad Dude ships nearly every villain, along with Sombra and Chrysalis' interaction.
Adorable AND a shipper.
The evil Equestria needs.
Bad Dude the compulsive villain shipper. That's absolutely adorable.
Absolutely great my good sir! Can't wait for more!
6865617 Yesss! LOL
Since Bad Dude's in entrance is in his room's closet, and if his parents call for him... He's coming out of the closet!!!
Oh Bad Dude, you are truly evil. Why are you so cute?! I'm literally dying cause of you. Also I ship Sombrapie sooo... good luck. And doyou have a shipping shrine yet? I'd be happy to help you build it!
So many closet jokes, when it got to that scene we instantly thought of south park with celebrities hiding in the closet but these are villainous kinds.
BAD DUDE IS A FLUTTERCORD SHIPPER I INSTANTLY LOVE HIM TEN TIMES MORE.
Chrysabra? Sombralis? Meh, don't care, I still ship it!
(and my original opinion still remains... I've got my eye on you NBD... )
Oh god he is going to corrupt the elements starting with Flutterbat!
Adorable shipper.
Best villian 11/10 ign
Another great installment. I'm starting to notice something with Discord and Bad Dude that's making me chuckle if it heads towards the direction I think it might. But that won't be till much later down the line. Also, that Sombra x Chrysalis is certainly looking funny as well. I love me some Chryssy though so that's the biased in me either way.
You are awarded two moustaches for the Python reference!
Also, you're really messing up my blood sugar, but it's SO worth it!
Ah, a reference to one of the greatest movies of all time. The Official is content. Now to wait for the team to assemble, the slow and steady possible corruption of the Mane Six, and TOTAL GLOBAL DOMINATION! MUAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!
Flying fortress! Oh yeah!
I bet we all want to get snatched into that fortress right now. Well I certainly do.
So he's going to be the overlord of all villains so he can ship them.
Aw shit, Bad Dude's powers are growing; now he can give heart palpitations at will!
Looks like we got a shipper on deck~!
6866419 and amazing Monty python references to boot all hands on deck and load the canon we will be at hype island by dusk
monty python ref was Priceless
D'awwwwwwwww AHHHHHHHH I HAVE BEEN SHOT BY THE ADORABULLETS THAT BAD DUDE FIRES!!!
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The evil Equestria deserves.
Hah, the evil little shipper shows his true colors at last!
Whoa, Bad Dude's got a nice-looking fortress!
Mmm, delicious revenge....
Ha! Monty Python reference FTW!
Bad Dude's adorableness strikes again!
You can't do evil stuff on an empty stomach. Smart thinking, Bad Dude.
Ooooooooooh. so Bad Dude is also a shipper? Niiiiiiiiiice....
Anyways, that was a hilarious and awesome chapter. It's geat to Sombra and Chrysalis again.
*ROFLing*
I'd best be doing the same
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Sombra and Cryssi deserve each other!
sent the princesses to the hospital, then bringing together all of Equestria's biggest villains AND shipper on deck to boot?!
...
Equestria is DOOMED
Great chapter! Again!
(I tried to quote all the good parts, but endet quoting nearly the whole story... So you have to be satisfied with this sentence. )
Edit: Error corrected.
Oh God. Bad Dude truly is evil! He's a shipper!
To be honest I did´t really thought of some sort of Chrysalis X Sombra shipping in here, but I wait and see how it looks like.
For a moment it nearly looked like, they are bad, and that´s the reason for the shipping, or if Chrysalis looks like she would sleep with everyone does´t makes it better for me, but both of them where not to bad so far.
yeah I do´t really like that way of thinking, but that he thinks of them as his second family makes it already better.
I honestly started to accept that shipping, Fluttercord is really not the worst of the way to obvious shippings.
I don´t really like Rainbow X Soarin because it looks like she only likes him because of him bein a Wonderbolt.
Pinkie and Cheese Sandwich are to much the same for me, and that makes it bad again.
Fluttercord, while I like it in some storys, it is like in all of those games, where the main char has to love the first female partymember he meets. I don´t like it that exactly they have to be together, only because Fluttershy was his only friend so far, but I got more used to it than every else I mentioned so far.
Rarity X Spike......that´s a different reason, I´m already not a great fa of Spike in the show, or how he looks like, the age gap between them, and some other stuff. I know in some fanfictions, or in the show (I don´t know), he is supposed to be a very mature baby, or something like that but he still looks to young, and all that stuff.
Chrysalis is oe of my favourite Villains, so I like to see her not as some sort of.......(sorry I don´t mean it, but I can´t think of a word that fits more right now) slut I guess. I mea if she sleeps with everyone in some storys, and stuff like that, and I guess sometimes I even overreact a bit to fast. However that is the reason why I want to wait a bit more, but I still wanted to say this.
Oh... my... god! It's bigger! On the inside! Than it is! On the outside! My entire understanding of physical space has been transformed! Three-dimensional Euclidean geometry has been torn up, thrown in the air and snogged to death! My grasp of the universal constants of physical reality has been changed... forever.
Well, so is Discord.
... okay then. At least no cows were harmed making that reference.
Little did you know, that rotten zap apples are used for alcohol.
6868103 Sombra's dad was an alcoholic. Mystery solved.
6867989 All that I ask of my readers is to completely change their perspective of the universe at least once while reading. Looks like you're done for.
6867613 Romance/shipping won't be a huge part of this story. It only felt like a fun thing to do at the moment. Bad Dude will eventually understand he's not in control of everything... including shipping.
6867321 So much evil in such a small space. How's it possible?
6867251 Written with you in mind. Hope it made your day all the better.
6867246 Thank you and corrected! Glad you're still digging it.
6867190 I think Equestria is always doomed and during the year it's either "more" doomed or "not quite" doomed. I mean, Twilight always ends up doing some crap to the place, right?
6867139 I'm glad everyone is as immature as me.
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6866872 Thanks for saying so!
6866784 The plan all along... no couple is safe.
6866706 But not the one it needs right now?
6866647 Right in the heart.
6866547 Thank you!
6866419 And he's a colt that always seems to get his way somehow. Not good...
6866313 I can just imagine him mashing his action figures together and making kissy noises now.
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6866256 I thought a flying fortress sounded cool.
6866059 I do love effecting the reader's health.
6866048 Something between Discord and Bad Dude? Send me a PM about this. It seems everyone has some theory of secret plans I have going on, when I really have no idea what I'm doing.
6866027 Thank you!
6865933 Wait. You know how Bad Dude dies? How'd you guess?
6865856 Bad Dude is a shipper of many things. Including cookies and milk and nap time and blankets.
6865734 Oh, don't worry. I'm sure I'll milk the closet jokes for all they're worth before the end of this.
6865656 Thank you very much for saying so!
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6865617 He has charts and diagrams and everything. Horrifying, truly.
6865612 Glad to hear!
6865600 I know, right?
Love the Krull nod.
Wait, if Sombra's main problems in life are derived from the forcing of good love into him via magical doom wave, would it make sense for Chrysalis to remove that love? How would that work? Could we make a humorous Nurse Chrysalis joke work with it?
6868593 There was a Krull nod? Also, what's a Krull?
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The fortress in that movie moved to a different location in the world every sunrise.
Epic movie, really!
...showin' my age...
^_^. Bad Dude playing matchmaker XD.
It feels like each chapter gets better and better! Also, I'm lovin' the fast updates!
This chapter, I have realized 2 key facts:
1) Bad Dude is a genius. He's copying the most successful team out there (the Mane 6) to build his own supervillain group. So far he's got:
Team Mom: Applejack/Chrysalis (has 3,000 kids, most mom ever).
The Stylish Fabulous one: Rarity/Sombra
The Random Comic Relief: Pinkie/Discord
Aggressive Bruiser: Rainbow Dash/Tirek
The Leader/Friendship Disciple: Twilight Sparkle/Bad Dude.
Clearly, all he needs is a Fluttershy version, like say.... Flutterbat?
2). I figured out Bad Dude's real identity: We know he is a nice, polite young man. We know he also loves dark things, and that Sombra is his favorite villain ever. Finally, we know he's grown up in a donut shop, which is basically the same thing as being a Canadian: Bad Dude is the author's Self-Insert!
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Somebrony help! I can't breath
Woo almost everpony is together again. Glad to see chapters coming so quickly, and they get better and better as we go along!
You're one of the best damned authors on this site, you know that?
Chrysalis and Sombra sitting on a tree....
You're not the first to think about it. So we FINALLY get to see the big bads together. All that's missing is Tirek. Have to admit, having Tirek's statue in the loo was pure genius. And Discord's comment about being able to "focus" with a picture of Tirek in the bathroom was funny. Not quite "Quote of the Week" funny but still good nonetheless.
Do you think Bad Dude will try to recruit Starlight or Sunset? Not saying you don't have a great cast already, but it could use a bit more estrogen, if you get my meaning.