Take my advice,
Follow MY path.
Hold on to your hatred,
Bask in your wrath.
Crusade of fire,
Chaos will rise!
Ignore the sisters,
I see past their lies.
I have survived,
Through deception and pain.
I ignore other's doubt,
They call me insane.
"Too long he has lived,"
"Stop him we must!"
I will burn them to ashes,
I WILL TURN THEM TO DUST.
Screwball jolted awake. The voice of Discord may have been removed from her waking thoughts, but it still haunted her dreams. That was when it truly hit her, having the voices banished from her mind truly hadn’t been her hopeful imagination. The odd biped had really done it, he had freed her from her own nightmares. Just as it had before, the feeling of relief washed over her and the young filly felt like crying tears of joy.
After she had finished crying, the small filly wiped her eyes clear of her tears and looked around the room that she was in. Everything was decorated with a pink hue and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Once they did though, she gleefully took in her surroundings. The room was quite well laid out, with a window on her right that gave her a wonderful view of the rising sun through a set of red curtains that danced in what little wind was coming in through the slightly opened bottom.
Aside from the bed that she currently found herself in, the room held a single bedside table on her left and a table with two chairs on the other side of the room. A gust entered through the slightly opened window, stirring a piece of paper that was resting next to Screwball’s head. The movement caught the filly’s eyes and she lifted the paper from its position to read it.
3... 2... 1...
-George
As soon as she finished reading the paper, the door to her room exploded off its frame, the slivers of wood turning into bananas as they flew through the air while the metal hinges changed into a matching pair of elongated glass bowls. The glass bowls landed on the table almost immediately, while the bananas shed their peels in mid air before sliding into their positions on the glass. Screwball was shocked motionless as she lay in the bed, amazed by the spectacle. It wasn’t quite over yet though, as a flurry as baseballs streamed in through the doorway.
The stitching of the balls came apart, revealing orbs of ice cream that flew through the air and joined the bananas. The stitching and the baseball skin transformed as well as they passed through the air: the stitches turning into lengths of chocolate syrup and the skin of the ball turning into collections of nuts. Once stuff had stopped flying, two banana splits decorated in toppings rested on the table.
Before Screwball could wrap her head around the events, she became aware of a loud clacking noise. Looking once again to the door, she witnessed George walk in while wearing a pair of wooden clogs on his feet. Once in the room, the biped stepped out of the clunky shoes, revealing a pair of black dress shoes adorning his feet. With a smile to the filly, the man took a wood shoe in each hand before immediately throwing them towards the ground. Upon contact with the stone, the shoes shattered into tiny bits.
A snap of George’s finger, and the pieces of wood began to swirl into the air as if held by a small tornado. Wind began to whistle as air was dragged into the room through the small crack of the window. Then, without a warning, the pieces all collided in the center of the whirlwind and a flash of light issued from the collision point. After blinking the afterlight out of her eyes, Screwball looked up to see a duo of cushioned chairs, decorated with gold filigree, where the tornado had been not a moment before.
After sliding the chairs up to the table, George waved his hand to Screwball and motioned towards one of the chairs while he took his own seat. The filly made her way across the open space and gladly took her seat. George slid a banana split across to her and placed one in front of himself with a grin plastered on his face. After the deserts were placed properly, the human reached into one of sleeves and pulled out a thin roll of wafer-like candy.
He took the wafer thin sheet and slid it around the banana split, bowl and all. Then he rolled the entire thing into an impossibly small cylinder, which he lit and proceeded to smoke. In answer to this, Screwball closed her eyes for a moment, biting her tongue lightly until a propeller cap appeared on her head. She wasn’t quite done yet though, as the propeller began to spin while starting to glow purple. After a moment, a single swirly straw was levitating in front of the young filly and she placed the end directly inside the banana split.
Without wasting a second, she immediately began to inhale through the straw and the banana split began to vanish before their eyes, traveling through the entire set of loopdeloops before eventually hitting the taste buds of the filly’s tongue. The amazing thing was that the entire desert had been sucked up the straw as if it had been nothing but liquid. George started clapping at the impressive display and Entropy began a short series of ‘Bravo’s. The result of which was the small filly jumping onto the table and bowing deeply to both of the beings who sat across from her.
“So,” George started, clapping his hands together a final time, “how are you today, Screwball? You seem in much better spirits.”
“Well, it’s been a good day so far. Banana splits for breakfast, no more voices in my head except my own, and I still have control over some chaos magic. It’s been a spinnerific morning.”
“That’s good to hear, and I think I have some news that will make this day even better.”
“You got me a cake?” Screwball asked, her eyes going wide as she imagined the idea of having even more sugar to start off her day.
George let loose a short laugh for a moment before smiling at the filly again. “No, even better.” The man paused for a moment as he swung his arms out to the side for the purpose of building dramatic tension. “I,” he paused again while the filly leaned forward in her chair to make sure she didn’t miss his next words. A few birds flew by outside the window as the clock tower in town rang nine times. Clouds began to form and drift through the blue sky with a slight breeze continuing it journey through the cracked open window, “found your parents!”
Screwball’s eyes went even wider and she began to jump up and down with joy. “Can I see ‘em? Can I? Can I? Can I?”
“Of course!” George said with a jovial tone as he snapped his fingers. The trio were immediately teleported downstairs where Screwball was happy to find two familiar looking adults.
“Mom! Dad!” Screwball exclaimed as she jumped through the air towards her parents who caught her in outstretched hooves. With tears in their eyes, the two ponies happily hugged their daughter who had been missing for a fairly long time.
“Screwball! We were so worried!” Any words that may have been said in response were cut off as a heavy ‘thunk’ echoed from behind the filly. All of them turned to look and witnessed George crying tears of his own as he sliced a knife through onions while they levitated in midair, his tears turning into bouncy rubber balls before hitting the ground.
“Don’t mind me, just fitting the mood,” George said with a sniff as Entropy mimed rolling his eyes, the idea somehow getting across despite his lack of pupils. “So many tears!”
With a shared set of glances between each member of the family, the filly was gently lowered to the ground and the trio of ponies approached the biped. The stallion was the first to speak. “Well, I would just like to thank you George, for bringing our daughter back to us.”
“I, too, would like to thank you,” said the mare.
George looked at the two with a smile on his face before looking up at his hat with his grin fading slightly. “Entropy, make a note. I need to get a black mask and find a stallion named Silver.”
“Note taken,” Entropy replied in his deep voice. “And I’m not even going to ask why.”
“Thanks.”
The adult ponies shared a look of curiosity before they looked back to see George smiling warmly at them. “Sorry about that, got lost on a tangent.” After a pause, where he looked to Screwball standing behind her parents, George continued. “I feel that I should tell you that your daughter is in possession of chaos magic and has the ability to utilize it like a unicorn does their own magic,” he said in a completely nonchalant tone.
The parents’ mouths fell agape at the words and they looked to their daughter, who smiled back with her beanie spinning wildly. “Because of this, I would like to ask that I be allowed to teach her the finer controls of chaotic energies before she return home. Outside of my own chaotic energy field, things could get quite... strange.”
“Ooooo, it’ll be like camp! Can I Mom? Pleeeeaaase?” Screwball pleaded, jumping up and down once again.
“I-I guess so, if it’s okay with your dad.” The filly looked to her dad, who nodded in return.
“Yay! Now I get to hang out with Mister George some more!”
The parents were dumb struck as the filly took to the air, her propeller spinning wildly as she flew. Then, with a flash of purple, she disappeared. Seeing the looks on their faces, George smiled lightly and crouched in front of the ponies so he was at eye level. “Don’t worry. If you ever get afraid for her, come on by and you three can hang out. I promise.”
They nodded slowly in response and George stood once again. After a nod of his own to the parents he snapped his fingers, teleporting himself away and to the back garden area of the castle, where he found Screwball bouncing around a tree. “Come on Screwb, we have some practice to practice.”
The filly let loose a disappointed moan, but excitedly followed the man into the forest as he began a short rhyme that sounded familiar to her in pacing.
Take my advice,
Follow your own path.
Whether that involve magic,
Or whether it involve math.
Crusades expire,
Time just flies.
Live while you can,
Something, something, demise.
It’s life in your years,
not years in your life.
We need to press forward,
Despite any strife.
Why am I rhyming?
This makes no sense.
Just a line or two,
and then the word ‘pence’.
(Credit for the poem at the top of this chapter goes to MrSpartan. I edited it to make it flow better and then made a version for George at the bottom here. Again, StapleCactus is my awesome editor for this work. In fact, while we’re talking about Staple, I did a Fallout Equestria collaboration with him. If you’re interested the link is here. Fair warning: It's pretty adult, -N64Fan)
894206 favorite daedric lord. dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Bonbon_grin.png
Yay
Keep it the written words coming, they entertain me.
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How do you people read so fast? We were getting the alignment for the paragraphs set right, and BOOM, comments. Crazy, I tell yas! CRAZY!
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epic discord rhyming and epic screwball....this chapter is just generally epic
Yes. Just yes.
I really like that the poem in the description.
Not to mention chapter one was intriguing.
I will definitely take the time to read this when I can.
And the the word pence
Too short for my liking, but who am i to complain?
Something , something , DEMISE
a blank mask and a stallion named silver i remember that from a fan fic i read about the equestrian secret service please tell me im right
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i've always been a fast reader, sometimes a bit too fast for my own tastes. Damn my personality trait of finish things quickly and move on!
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Black mask and a horse called Silver... Here's another hint for you, it's in reference to a REALLY old show.
The description makes this sound amazing.
I will have to look at this eventually.
I love this story so much!!!~
Screw your advice! I'll just set the world on fire! AND WATCH IT BURN
1021965 SILVER AWAY!
smoking a banana split
LIKE A BOSS
YAY! update!!
1021439 can't say i like the way his eyes look in that pic (always creeps me out when something has eyes like that) but same here. always loved how sheogorath was about as likely to party with you as he was to slaughter you horribly
1022411 "TA! Come visit again! OR I'LL PLUCK OUT YOUR EYES!! HAHAHHAAA!" -Sheogorath
1022431 oh yeah, another thing i like about him is he is a great example of what happens when the balance of chaos/order goes off balance too far 1 way or the other (chaos is fun but order is a fun fight)
i could use some chaotic magic
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Hi-Ho indeed
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I understand your clever reference to old westerns.
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So does he look like the guy in the picture or what? Doesn't look like a funny guy.
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You are boss for noticing.
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I am currently trying to get my hands on a new coverart. One is being drawn up for me as we speak but it is taking time.
1022951 Good good...good...good...good good good...goooooooooooooood...good good good good goody goods goodly good.
The Description got me hooked, Time to get my Read on ....
Daww, touching scene my friend, also like the poems.
And spinnerific?... I approve.
1021965 gaah i wanna say i know it but my mind is blanking on me
1048936 When you go to post a comment look a the series of buttons above the text field. They are as follows from left to right: Bold, Underline, Italics, Text Color, Add a link, Add a picture.
It should be noted that 'Add a picture' will also allow you to add gifs, like so.
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I'm currently lost for words, so I'm just gonna press 20 random emoticons.
mylittlefacewhen.com/media/f/img/mlfw5803-23543.png OMG you actually used my poem thing! I mean I know you said you were gonna but that is just so awsome!
And just to mabey give you ideas on future chaos here this for no other reason at all.-->fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/019/8/c/pimp_of_chaos_by_mickeymonster-d4mxijb.png
“Entropy, make a note. I need to get a black mask and find a stallion named Silver.”
LONE RANGER
Chuck Norris
Too Much Awesome
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Awww, but I like the one you have
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While that may be it doesn't fit the story very well.
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Have you played The Shivering Isles for Oblivion? You get a lot more of him. He's my favorite Daedric Prince! All bow before the madgod!
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Let me reword this for you...
Epic Screwball, Epic Parents, Epic Camp, Epic George.
Yeah.
Edit: That, was my bro. Don't Worry about him, hes in good hooves.
???: HELP ME!
Me: Shadup.
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NOES!
Now i'll never know what that picture is!
1208222 [img] http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/218/1/8/epic_brohoof_by_mixermike622-d45m32o.png [/img] that better?
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You're just responding to everyone aren't ya? Cool, if you start arguing with someone though I'm deleting the comments from the argument and asking you both to take it to the PMs. Don't make me do that.
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I'm sorry, i'll just go now.
1021965 Lone ranger, I am right?
1021965 ZORO
Dude i want this guy as my brother...
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The Lone Ranger