Memento Morass, by Maran, Masterweaver, and FoME
(Maran)
“Singing plants, huh?” Twilight leaned against Sunset. “I would've loved to see that! Why did Principal Celestia want to turn them back to normal? She could have at least donated some of the plants to the university for the grad students to study.”
“Well, Pony Granny Smith was concerned about the sapience spreading to other plant species. She didn't think the world was ready for all the flora to join PAULDRONS.” Sunset shrugged her one shoulder that wasn't pressed against Twilight. “She didn't word it that way, but it was implied.”
“She's probably right,” said Twilight with a frown. “Still, talking plants! It's too bad Fluttershy missed them.”
Sunset leaned away and lightly slapped Twilight's arm. “Don't you dare plant that thought in her head! I don't want her to relapse!”
Her girlfriend giggled. “Plant it in her head!”
Sunset groaned. “Haven't I heard enough plant puns today?”
“Don't blame me. You said it.”
Before Sunset could retort, her magical book buzzed. She took it in her hands and it fell open to the page where Princess Twilight began her latest letter.
One of the perks of being a near-deity was gaining the ability to speed-read. In a few seconds, Sunset read and digested the message, but her emotions took several more seconds to catch up with her thoughts.
“Oh, no,” said Twilight with a grimace. “It's bad, isn't it. What is it this time?”
Sunset shook her head. “I guess it could be worse. I just don't want to defuse another magical ticking time bomb right now.”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
“You know how Star Swirl the Bearded sent the Dazzlings to this world? Well, it seems like his bad habit of using our world as a garbage disposal for evil magic rubbed off on his colleagues. It turns out Equestria's Clover the Clever came here a long time ago and buried a stone that can remove memories.”
Twilight raised her eyebrows. “Wow. It's easy to see how someone could abuse that kind of power.”
“Exactly. That's why I have to find it before someone else does.”
“Maybe someone already found it. I mean, how would we know? We wouldn't remember.”
“That's a possibility. But whether or not someone already has it, we have to find it and destroy it.” Sunset held up the book so Twilight could view the pages. “Princess Twilight says that Clover buried it in the center of this rock formation. Assuming Clover reacted to this world the same way I did the first time, he wouldn't have strayed far from the portal.”
Twilight tapped her chin. “The portal opened in the same place each time?”
Sunset nodded. “Mm-hm, where the pedestal is now. But I've never seen these rocks, so there may be something built over them already.”
“Well, if this Memory Stone still exists, it'll have a strong magical output, so it shouldn't be too difficult to track. I do have one question, though. Actually, I have many questions,” amended Twilight, “but first and foremost is, why did the other me wait until now to warn you about this?”
“She said she recently found Clover's scroll in an old chest in the back of the restricted section in Canterlot Public Library.”
Twilight's violet eyes lit up in a way that was most becoming. “Everything about that sounds amazing!”
Chuckling, Sunset sandwiched Twilight's hand in hers and patted it. “If you want, I'm sure I can arrange a visit after we take care of the Memory Stone.”
“It's a date. Or, uh, it would be if, you know—”
“I'll try not to be too jealous,” Sunset said with a wink.
(Masterweaver)
Wallflower scratched fervently at the hand around her neck, kicking and flailing against the wall as she desperately tried to get the attention of some, of any passersby.
"Hmmm." The woman tilted the stone in her hand, an amused smile on her face. "Quite the interesting bauble you've found, isn't it?"
The girl's brown eyes went wide as the eye carved into the stone glowed, and she screamed as something was torn from her.
"And you learned how to use it! Or at least, part of it." The blue-skinned woman laughed, a tinkling thing like icicles. "And what have you been using it for, hmm?"
The stone in her hand glowed, and Wallflower didn't understand why, but... but she didn't know what was going on. She was being attacked by—
"Oh, my. Reputation. That, now, that is childish. Such a waste of a beautiful bauble, and of such a cunning mind. No, this simply shall not do. Hmm, yes... yes, I do believe..."
The stone in her hand flashed agai
llflower blinked, shaking her head.
"Oh my goodness! Are you alright, dearie?"
A blue hand was thrust into her vision. She took it gratefully, pulling herself up with a groan. "Unnnngh. No, I... I have the worst headache." She blinked at the hand in her grip. She could have sworn it had four fingers, but now it looked to have five. "Wh...what happened?"
"I heard you groaning in this alleyway here... I'm quite afraid you'll have to figure out the rest on your own." The blue woman patted her down and gasped. "Oh your sweater!"
Wallflower looked at her sleeves and gasped at the large gashes. "Wha-what?! How did—?!"
"Don't panic. You're safe now. Just... try to remember what you can."
"I... I remember, I was... I was walking home from visiting some friends at Canterlot High, and.... and..." Wallflower trailed off, her eyes darting around. "I can't... I can't remember, I don't know, what happened to—where's my backpack?"
She looked around desperately, before her gaze landed on the green sack leaning against a trash can. "Oh no, no, nonono..."
The blue woman walked over, eyes filled with concern. "We should probably get you home, dearie. I... don't know who did this to you, or what they did, but... it's possible they might still be around."
"Oh Stars, you-you're right!" Wallflower groaned. "And they took my phone, Auntie Magenta is— The sky's not the right color. Oh no, how late am I?!"
"I happen to have a motorbike right out here. I can get you to your place as swiftly as possible, and you can contact the police when you get there."
"Oh, would you?! That, that, just, thank you ma'am." Wallflowers shut her backpack up and slung it on. "I, this... this is scary, I don't even know what happened..."
"Well, I promise to get you home safely. Come on." The blue woman took her hand gently. "You look like you need a good night's rest."
Wallflower followed after her with little hesitation. Something seemed... strange, about this woman. Something she couldn't quite...
...she was probably just being paranoid. She'd just been... attacked, somehow, after all.
A few minutes later she found herself being gently guided into her own home, the woman explaining everything she knew to her terrified aunt. Of course they called the police, of course a report was filed, of course they were assured that, that whoever it was would be caught.... She wasn't quite relaxed, but... but she felt safer here. In her own bed.
She grasped the covers, trembling, and fell into a nervous slumber.
"A cunning mind indeed." Winter Lights smiled at the stone in her hand, summoning forth one stream of images after another. "And yet... a mind is of course only as good as its memories, and glamours make memories so easy to manufacture."
She glanced at the half-darkened moon. "I've one agent in your court, shadowed one. Very soon, I shall have another... it only takes time, after all. Still, best to keep this out of sight of the godling." She pulled out a hand mirror and dropped the stone into it, chuckling to herself. "And four shall be five, soon."
(FoME)
Niv-Mizzet smiled to himself, staring at a corner of his office. He did that a lot these days, and almost never for a reason that anyone else could discern. "Do you know what one of my favorite things in the world is, Jace?"
"There are a lot of answers to that question, sir," said Jace Beleren, who had only just walked into the principal's office and wasn't even facing him. "However, I get the feeling that none of the ones I can think of are what you have in mind."
"There is a roughly eighty-six percent chance you correct. What I had in mind was when your opponents believe they're playing chess with one another, only for you to sink both their aircraft carriers, wipe out their SCVs, and capture the Golden Snitch, all in a single move."
"That was roughly my ninth guess, sir, though without the mixed metaphors."
"And that is why you are merely vice principal." Niv-Mizzet gave a dismissive wave. "Leave those files on my desk, and enjoy your night out. Be sure to give my fondest regards to Luna."
Jace raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and left the files on Niv's desk. "As you say, sir."
"Yes." Niv's smile didn't shift a millimeter. "As I say."
Unbeknownst to either man, an orange girl in Canterlot groaned in disgust.
And about twenty minutes after going to sleep, the much-abused psychic shell dissolved, and Wallflower's slumber became much easier.
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Well. That bodes poorly. Friggin' faeries and evil principal jerks.
I was kinda hoping Wallflower would have done the same thing as in the special. Then everybody would start genuflecting in fear or decend into a mass panic once they figured out Sunset had undergone apotheosis.
8759191
No motive. Wallflower had to admit Sunset really had changed after she admitted her mistakes to the entire world and dedicated her eternal life to keeping the universe together.
8759254
if you have enough immortals dedicating their eternal lives to something, what happens if they run out of things to dedicate themselves to?
8759254
I thought her motive was more along the lines of 'sempai won't notice me' plus an extension of her social anxiety.
8759380
More like "Everyone else notices that bitch," exacerbated by her abuse of the Memory Stone to all but wipe herself from everyone's awareness and general magic-induced irrationality.
Wallflower's situation in the Oversaturated World will be explored further in my next story, User Not Recognized. Currently at four thousand words and counting; there's a lot to get into.
8759408
Ah, ok. I shall await that, then.
Will we eventually get a full story of these shadowy people in its own fic or will it just be continual little snippets?
Wait, what was that about a psychic shell? And who was orange girl?
8759830
Appropriate as it would be for them to keep skulking in the idea bin, we'll probably need to organize a comprehensive collection of conspirators in action at some point.
8759995
The orange girl is Scootaloo, who as avatar of the present is forced to hear potentially world-shaking plots at all hours of the day.
As for the psychic shell, you'd be amazed what they're doing with mental magic at Ravnica High these days...
I'm wondering just how much damage the two competing Black Hat groups will do to the world in general when they try to take each other out before confronting Sunset and her friends.
the Fae. My least favorite part of this universe
8759995
I'm guessing Orange Girl is Applejack, whose very soul of Honesty is hurt by the creature's Words. Sunset might have to consider hiring Harry Dresden, Goku and L-Sama to help her with the multiversal problems in the Nevernever.
8759408
oh? is this fic almost over?
8763361
If you mean this compilation, no. If you mean User Not Recognized, it'll be a one-shot.
8749448
...huh
I’m unsure whether to admire your dedication, or question your sanity for this
8749448
Why not both?!
8760724
Very little, I bet. Because as soon as the damage starts, Sunset's going to bring fire and brimstone.
This is completely left field here, but the first time I saw "Niv-Mizzet", my eyes played tricks on me, showing me "Mrs. Nesbitt."
Ah... Toy Story reference my mind pulled there.
Niv Mizzet, actual head of the Dimir guild/club and arch enemy of the oversaturation universe
11168791
Impressive. Everything you just said was wrong.
Well. This bears watching.
Well, sinking the aircraft carriers is nice, but it's the patrol boats that are the real threat. ...We are playing battleship, right?
Also, Sons of confederate veterans, and Seminole County Virtual School both popped up for me before satellite controlled vehicles, which I think is the correct acronym.
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Space Construction Vehicle. The idea is that Principal Mizzet is playing at least four games at once, few if any of which are the ones his opponent thinks.
11168791
Niv Mizzet is the leader of the Izzet league, this is a different version of him, and I doubt that he plans to oppose either Sunset or the entire universe, though his plans might bring them into conflict eventually.
11432069
If you can take out the enemy patrol boat your victory will be twice as swift!
I hate acronyms sometimes.
Ah. I was right about the Battleship then.