> A Chaotic Turn of Events > by FoxyMuffin > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Prolouge > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue: “Oh Chaos is a wonderful, WONDERFUL thing.” Discord said to himself as he relaxed on his throne and sipped on his chocolate milk of glass, seemingly oblivious of the chocolate milkshake blizzard raging not too far away, a not so rare sight in the twisted world Discord had created for himself. Oh, and he had soooo many plans for it. 'Flying apples filled with glue and tobasco sauce, cabbages fighting the second cabbage civil war, I pulled that one back in the day,it was one of my favorites, but hey oldies are goldies, or I could unleash an army of Toms, he really needed a come back, I was told Rarity dumped him and he hasn't stopped crying since, or maybe I could even do that old trick with the burning dogs raining from the sky a close friend of mine taught me once.' Discord thought after reading the previous sentence... Don't question it. But being the incarnation of derangement had it's downside: No matter how good his work is, how chaotic they are, his creations, or at least the sentient ones start to become less and less chaotic and just turn orderly, they start to make rules for themselves, and even though oldies might be goldies, an old, overused joke is just old and overused. Discord knew he would have to shake things up now and then, to make sure nobody would even think that there ever could be such a thing as a status quo, or a normal day. Not in his world. “Not as wonderful as friendship!” Twilight suddenly injected, interrupting the nice little thought-chain Discord had running in his head. The lavender Unicorn was beginning to annoy him. Since he defeated her once- oh, and her face when she fell for that labyrinth!- the God of Chaos and dismay felt that his use for her- entertaining himself by turning the brainiac into a fool- was starting to cease to be. “Oh how cliché Twilight.” Discord replied, circling around Twilight Sparkle, doing the backstroke through mid-air like it was a swimming pool. “Why is it never the power of air conditioning instead of friendship, or love?” Discord said, using a baby tone of voice as he says, love and friendship. “What’s air conditioning?” Twilight Sparkle asked, confused by Discord’s antics. “Oh never mind.” Discord said and sighed, now clearly bored with Twilight’s second attempt to defeat him, simply over-going the pink pony behind Twilight that started jumping up and down, squeaking: “Oh! I know! I know!“ “Go ahead and try and defeat me, I’m missing out on some excellent chaos here.” Discord said, crossing his arms as he sat down again, adjusting himself to get comfy for the upcoming show. “Alright girls, are we ready?” Twilight yelled, looking back at her friends, who nodded in agreement except for Pinkie who was getting her last drinks of chocolate rain, but rushed back into her position to answer Twilight's call to arms. Discord yawned as the girls took their time casting the spell, and soon enough Discord realized they were actually doing it, the brightly glowing light of the Elements of Harmony, now in action, illuminating every single shadow in their surroundings and emitting pulses of magic strong enough for Discord to feel. The God of Disorder did what any other irrational villain like himself would do, he teleported onto Twilight’s back shrinking down to a small size. Twilight and her friends, with their eyes glowing brightly with energy, unleashed the Elements of Harmony onto the throne Discord was sitting upon, making it turn to stone after a ground shattering, blinding explosion of elemental magic. Discord held back giggles as the ponies got out of their trance state. “Where’d he go?” Twilight asked, befuddled, accompanied by her friend's yells of confusion. “Over here darling,” He whispered from right next to her ear. “Oh, and you’re gay.” As he finished his sentence, he snapped his fingers, making a booming sound that could awake a drunken dwarf sleeping six miles underground. Celestia and Luna used those pesky elements on him before, and he knew what to do. With his twisted magic he triggered the elements to just suck the mane six into their respective element, each element’s jewel taking a grey oval shape once finished. “Wow, I didn’t think that would work… Oh well, more chaos!” He then said turning back to a newly summoned crowd of cheering, spaghetti leaking Green Anons with fedoras. “Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week! And the week after that! But then there'll be no more weeks! Only Jingleberries! Cheese for everyone!“ Six years later Waking up to a sight of ten tables tap dancing on a bridge of plant pots is an average thing now a days. I miss waking up to the songs of birds or the light of the sun. Oh, I should probably introduce myself, I'm Cloud Dusk, no I'm not a Pegasus, I'm a unicorn, why I turned out to be good at manipulating the weather, I'll never know. Anyways, I'm a Stallion which many ponies don't seem to understand that, but that's not your problem, at least I hope it isn't. I also like long walks on the beach and dancing in the rain and this is starting to sound like something I would say so I could get some Mare to date me. What was I talking about? Oh yeah! I miss how things used to be, I mean, I liked this change of scenery for the first year, but after that it just seemed to get more and more... bland, Discord lost his creative touch, so as you would guess I want to change things myself by rebelling against Discord. I might just even try and find five other ponies and become their friends and uncover the elements of harmony and defeat him... Nah! I'll just wing it and fight him one on one. > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: “You know… I used to have an entirely different perspective of the world.” I said to my fluffy little friend, Mr. Teddims… don’t judge me, “Near the start of Discord’s reign I was actually pretty excited, everything seemed so fun, but, pretty quickly, it got really annoying.” I said and then I turned back to face Mr. Teddims, and saw Discord’s face replacing Teddims’ adorable face, this made me fall off my hooves and let out a foalish squeal of horror. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quiet catch that… Could you start over again?” He said, giving me a big innocent smile. I stammered around with my words for a while, I mean, it’s hard to just recover from… from that! “I didn’t know my beauty alone could make ponies end up with a loss for words.” He said and chuckled slightly, I just stood up and snorted, Discord has been messing with me lately. “I thought you were done messing with me Discord.” I said, “It’s already been a week.” Discord has this thing where he draws names from a goofy hat to see who he gets to torment- sorry, I mean, ‘get to know’ for a week. “You know, you’re making a pretty good point…” Discord said poofing next to me and he pulled out a calendar. “I added three extra days to the jingleberry, odd numbers are so weird.” He said, smiling as I just sighed, having to deal with three more days of this torture. “So what do you have planned for today Discord, is it going to rain custard? Or how about instead of water coming out of my bathtub’s fossett it’ll be chocolate pudding? Or maybe, just maybe, you’re going to turn the Mayor’s mane into a giant purple monkey?” I asked, not looking at Discord as I walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. “I don’t believe in plans, they’re so lame because you already know what’s going to happen near the end, I prefer to adlib.” He said, floating around me as I had just sighed. “Then how do you explain what you did to Twilight and her friend’s?” I asked, finding nothing in my kitchen I decided to head for the outside world (ew), and he just shrugged. “I dunno.” He said and just continued to float around my head. “How do you not know what you did?” I asked, confused by Discord. “Magic.” He said then snorted twice, I just shook my head and exited my house and into the morning air. “Like the changes I’ve made since yesterday?” Discord asked then swooped in front of me and presented the world behind him, showing a mayonnaise road, several bread houses, crouton clouds, and lastly a purple sky with green polka-dots. “Delightful isn’t it?” He asked me. “Eh, you’ve done better.” I said and trotted down the street heading in no specific direction since the layout of the streets change every day, hoping I would end up at Sugar Cube Corner. “Oh come on! I tried really hard with this one. I mean, just look, the street is made of mayonnaise, and not regular mayonnaise, low fat mayonnaise!” He said and swooped one of his talons into the street and held up the mayo on his claw to me so I could see what he was talking about. “Just look at the coloring!” “I don’t see a difference.” I said and trotted past Discord, walking on the butter sidewalk, getting my hooves all slippery and making them feel weird, but it was better than walking through the mayonnaise and end up having my hooves feel really weird. “How can you not see the difference, what are you, BLIND!?” He said as he grabbed my ears and pulled his head close to mine, his eyes literally bulging out of his head. “Uh… No, at least I don’t think so.” I said and trotted past Discord again, who just grumbled as he hovered alongside me. “So where are you going anyways?” Discord asked as he began thinking up of shenanigans to put me into. “Sugar-Cube corner.” I said and nearly slipped on the butter sidewalk, hardly able to catch myself and this made Discord chuckle a bit. “Well you’re heading the wrong way, I moved it over’dere!” Discord said and got this really weird face that looked like a hairless monkey except for a mustache and a green hat with a L on it. I got a bit creeped out by this but looked at where he pointed and saw the building that contains delectable sweets floating upside-down in the sky, the building was also surrounded by random rubble and debris. “Discord, you should really give up your dreams of being an urban-planner.” I said and trotted towards the new staircase leading up to the floating building. “H-how could you say that!?” Discord said, a few tears flowing from his eyes, as he was holding a map of Ponyville upside down and was wearing a hard-hat that was tilted to the side. I ignored this and continued to the staircase, having to pass through a field of candy-canes and chocolate pudding. I finally began the ascent up to the Cake’s business. “You still haven’t answered me.” Discord said, obviously grumpy. “Because I don’t want to.” I said, a bit annoyed. “Why?” ‘Oh no.’ I thought as I saw the signs of a terrible storm of annoyance is coming. “Why?” ‘Please Celestia no.’ I thought with dread as I shudder, just accepting the storm is coming, and just like that, I saw discord’s jaw lower and a low grumble sounding out from inside. “Please… No.” I pleaded, but to no avail, because just as I asked my question, I got an answer of a thousand why’s materializing and shooting out of his mouth and at me as I could hear him say all the why’s with about a half second delay between each one. He was asking the question so loudly I could feel my brain stem shaking in my skull and down my spine; I had put my hooves over my ears after being blasted back by his shouts, fruitlessly trying to block the sound out. “PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF LUNA, STOP!” I yelled to Discord, but my words were drowned out by Discord’s visible sound-waves. ‘ I guess I have to shut him up myself.’ I thought to myself, barely even able to hear it, as I crawled my way to Discord, using shear willpower to push myself there. As soon as I got to him I slammed my hooves onto his muzzle to literally shut his mouth. Discord looked at me and then smiled and teleported behind me. “Are you going to finally answer my question?” Discord asked after putting up that huge fit over the smallest thing EVER! “YES, FINE! I’ll answer your stupid question. I said that because you have bad ideas for city lay-outs.” I said, annoyed beyond annoyance by Discord’s antics. “Oh okay.” Discord said and floated into the building, and I sighed and followed behind him, going inside to see that even though the outside of the building is upside-down, besides a new balcony that kept ponies from falling off and allowed them entrance, the inside of the building was completely right-side up. “Hello Mrs. Cake.” I said, trying to hide my annoyance of Discord. “Hello.” She said, a bit nervous because Discord was there, I understood this so I hurried my business with her so that Discord wouldn’t have a chance to mess with Mrs. Cake. As I was trotting away with a muffin and two cupcakes, Discord turned Mrs. Cake’s hair into a giant grass hopper, which made Mrs. Cake scream in terror and run around the building, making Discord laugh hysterically and making me even more annoyed. “Oh… That was priceless!” Discord said, wiping away a tear of laugher… Like a legitimate tear of laughter, the tear itself was laughing, I just shook my head as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Eventually I reached my house, experiencing a few more annoying things Discord would do to publically humiliate me, but with my brisk pace I never really got embarrassed. “So, why were you in such a hurry to get to this dump?” Discord asked, floating in the corner as I emptied the contents of the bag I had. “What do you think?” I asked, pointing to my muffin and cupcakes. “Mediocre sweets?” He asked as I sighed and began eating the cupcakes, letting my eyes close and my mind wonder off, relishing in the sweet taste of the cupcakes. I finish the cupcakes slowly and then look at my muffin with a predatory gaze, and slowly, ever so slowly undressed the muffin of its uncomfortable, restricting, wrapper, my heart rate quickens as I pick up the muffin in my telekinetic grasp, bringing it closely to my muzzle. “You must really like muffins.” Discord says, but it gets drowned out as I ignore him as I slowly take a bite out of my muffin, but, before I could actually get to taste the delicious, succulent muffin, Discord changed it into a cube of mud. This… This was the last straw, I opened my eyes and turned to Discord, letting my pent up rage from the week, burst from the emotional dam I had but up. “DISCORD!” Discord’s face went from one of laughter and happiness to one of curiosity. “Yes?” He asked innocently. I didn’t give him a verbal answer, but a violent one, using my special talent of controlling the weather, pretty uncommon for a unicorn, I unleashed a bolt of lightning out from the sky above and through the house, striking Discord where he floats. Discord reacts in a cartoonish manner, spazzing a bit whilst his skeleton shows through his charred body. I watch as he crumples down to the floor and a feeling of relief and pride washes over me, but it was soon replaced by surprise as Discord’s body turned to ashes and reformed back to Discord as he laughed at my attempted homicide. “Now, now, we don’t kill guest.” He said, placing a claw on the top of my head behind my horn, making my coat and mane turn a shade of grey as my vision blurred and a sudden wave of sadness overwhelmed me. > Chapter 2 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I… I felt totally zonked out. There was a gaping hole in the roof of the bakery, and the floor was charred black with a draconequus’ outline. I- maybe this past week has taken more of a toll on me than I thought. I slumped out of Sugarcube Corner, leaving quite the number of bits on the counter… mostly a formality in this day and age. I’m sure the roof got a chaotic remodeling once a week regardless. “So where are we going next, murderer?” Discord asked, sporting a sly smile coupled with a piercing gaze.  My plan was to go return to a degree of normalcy after a week with Discord, meeting up with friends, doing my best to hang out and have fun despite the chaos… but with *three* more days in the Jingleberry, looks like a wrench or two has been thrown into that idea. “Oh don’t look so glum, chum! I won’t press any charges, I am nothing if not benevolent. Now, weren’t you going to join a friend of yours today?” Discord said, twirling circles ‘round me as I trot, and shrinking down into my saddlebag. Had I told him that? He’s not wrong, but it would’ve been basically inviting him to say such a thing; something neither me nor my acquaintance would want. …but I suppose that didn’t matter now. I slowly nod my head, eyes feeling glazed over, as I accept that a proper return to my life would have to wait a few days. I believe we were meeting at the usual spot, a fairly large yet overlooked alley between some stores. There’d be a slight change of plans, but so it goes. A small little pest peeks out from my bags. “You know this ‘Fringe’ pony seemed quite anxious to meet with you, left a letter and everything. Doesn’t seem to be quite fond of me, but I suppose anypony would be jealous if they had their precious Dusky stolen from them for a Jingleberry or two” Great. Discord’s been stealing my mail. So now I can’t weasel out of this huh.. and Fringe has set herself up as opposition.. and… did he say two weeks..? He.. has to be bluffing. Hopefully.  Betwixt the Hay-fer-Days and the dentistry is where Fringe and I usually confer. No way am I showing Discord that ‘lil spot though. Luckily there are benches around roads in ponyville. They may be sinking in butter, but they are benches nonetheless. I can sit within sight of where Fringe will be, and I’m sure she’ll come crawling out. ‘Tis unfortunate Fringe is walking into a Discord trap, but, at least the in-bag hiding Discord will be none the wiser of such little cracks. I sit ai ft yhi the bench holds, and now we wait.  The birds chirp with the grace of a dying manatee, and the sun beams down with a.. slightly perturbed expression on its face. Probably admonishing me for staring at it, I didn’t, I sshouldn Now Fringe took the bait. A solid chomp. A bite for the ages. The anxiety welling, the suspense killing. The horse, the earthen pony walks, saunters towards the bench. A coat of a deep reddish brown topped with a lighter green mane. The mane. Fringed. Cut. Bangs. Cut. Yeah. “Watcha doin’ out here?” Fringe said, plopping down next to me on this steadily descending bench.  With interspersed winks, I reply “Oh you know, I’m just uh… meeting with my good friend my pal Fringe Cut like I would ordinariIAA-” With a BANG, a BOOM, a SHim sala baba a fireworks display is set off RIGHT behind us. Fringe and I leap up, right onto.. The low-fat mayonnaise roads. Ick. We turn around to bear witness to the display. It’s rather tame really, a big image of Discord’s puntable face takes center stage, with several flizzle flazzles of varying colors framing it. Fringe looks away and glares at me. “Wouldn’t’ve minded a warnin’ of him still lurkin’ around…”  “I didn’t need a meeting reminder in writing you know… he reads stuff. He’s a menace. A literate menace. He wants to extend the week, the dingleberry, the whoozleschoozle, by a couple of days, and here we are. My hooves; absolutely tied.” The fireworks begin to contort into colorful appendages. The searing, crackling visage of the draconequus begins to loom down above us. “So what’dya think? Is this a good look for me? Am I a rad, bad dude? Did I startle ya?” The Discord a la fireworks displayed inquired, a sly, sparkling smirk spread wide. Please plase plase please go away discord, not fring, iilke fringe fringe is good friend fiend. Discoard FUUuulip fu flip is a safe word. Dont let them take that from us. The 花火 display was loud. It was obnoxious. A constant crackling emanated from this newfound form. Not to mention it was bright. My eyes were reduced to mere slits peaking out. I was soon to have an aneurysm. I was angry, yet, flat. “...yeah, you sure did. Scare us. That was loud. Thank you, benevolent chaos chaos.” I replied, trudging my way out of the disgusting mayo pit back onto clean butter. Fringes blows a raspberry at the visage of Discord. We are in a form of agreement.  “Buhbuhb bibi bobobob” Discord mutters, coalescing back into his corporeal form. He puts on a tie, eyeglasses, and whips up a clipboard to shuffle through. “So what’s on the agenda today, lad and lass? A lovey dovey date? An adrenaline pumping activity? Plans of *insurrection against yours truly*?” Discord’s neck stretched out and his eyes probed leeringly as he gave the last guess. “nah, just some uhh cloud gazing. love what you do with the… weather” I lie, through my teeth. I absolutely abhor what is done with the weather. I could weather. I weather. Better than this bozo. “Always nice to meet a fan, particularly one to specializes in the field!” Discord chirps, chipper, happy, merry. What a bozo. “Mind if I make for a plus one? I do love some group activities” This guy. This Draconcadfuus. “That fireworks show freakin’ pooped me I’m goin’ home.” Fringe announces, raring to take her leave. One the one hand, go. Go forth and escape. On the other hoof, there’s no way. No way Discord allo “Okay then. Sorry about that, I tend to overdo these kind of things. Guess it’ll just be me and my greatol pal Cloud. What a name. Really on the nose bud.”  Discord takes his eagle clawed arm hand and wrings it around my neck, not unlike taffy, doing a few laps around. He actually let her go. Mmm. And he made fun of my name. I had that legally changed to cloud so people would remember I’m a cloud kinda unicorn. I thought it was cute. Dang. Fringe is going. Gooing. Gone. “So uhh. How about that weather?” I utter, breaking the short lil silence we had going. “How ABOUT that weather?” Discord puffs up, eyebrows furrowing, and laugh lines deepening as his face contorts into a scowl. “I uhh, iunno, it’s kinda.. stubborn. I can’t touch it up much. Believe me, I’ve tried.” “Oh have you now? Think you can do better?” “This is like day 8 of you being with me. We have had this conversation like 30 times at least. It always goes like: You like precipitation. Sure. Playing with the state of matter. no. Solids? Suck. Cats dogs armadillos bricks lollipops, a lot of stuff is like hail but worse it aint good for the roofs or moral. Gas, no no, denser than oxygen always equals not good. And Liquids. Well, aside from the hydrogen peroxide incident, you tend to keep them cleanly. well, aside from the armadillo urine incident, but, that wasnt as funny as one would think.” “It was very funny, you’re just a sourpuss.” There’s another marked silence. For a big ol’ chaos monster, Discord sure can’t carry a conversation. Or maybe it’s just the fact we’ve already ran most discussion points over a whole week, I tend to forget about the week, it’s almost as if some genius skipped over that week. “Start doing something interesting within the next minute or your roof is coming off your house.” Fuck.  I think on my hooves. “Alright, I got something in mind. We’ll need some supplies though.” “Oh goodie! I do hope it entertains, else there will be consequences..” Discord adds ominously. I begin to trot around ponyville, looking for the one, the only, hardware store. It’s got more than just hardware you know. It possesses something far, far more exciting.  Discord floats behind me, and after some time chimes in. “Need directions, lost little horsie?”  “No no, a surprise is a surpis” I reply. And it is. I find it. I go in it. The owner, terrified and betrayed that I let a stray in, but, c’est la vie. In the back of the store is what I’m after, rows of paints. Simple, good ol’ fashioned paints. For houses. Like mine. I grab a plain and simple white, nothing too exciting, and proceed to takee it to the fornt.  I pay, I leave, I ignore the colorful wooden monstrosity formed in that shop, and I start towards my abode. “A singular bucket of plain white paint? Your gall is large, but do you have the creativity to back such a premise up?” “Oh I already have a brush at home dont aowt aworry” I reconvince to assure. We get back, I go inside. I get my brush. I also chump on a snack, a little chytsamtheuym nothin special. To the backyard, the machinations will turn. I face the back wall of the house. It’s seen better days, what with Discord’s day to day habits. Stains of a myriad of colors scatter all across the poor wood. Most ponies homes look in a similar fashion, and few care to clean it up when the mess is renewed weekly.  Discord pulls up a stool to sit on. “Is this to be your canvas? I’m not sure how you intend to improve upon such artistry, but you are the painter here.”  That’s right, I’m the paint here. I got the paint. ANd the brush. I open the lid, utitlizing my UNICORN magic, and dip the paint brush in. I place the brush onto the wood, and being a single stroke. Twisting and turning the brush, I masterfully curve the line weight to bring a singular beautiful stroke to the canvas. What a start. Discord materialized a whole stool only to use the edge.  No screw this noise, I lift up the paint bucket and splash it all over the wall. Big white glib, all the wall.  Another patented silence comes to greet us. Discord pops off his stool to get a closer look. “Is that it? Is this complete? I suppose you subverted all expectations with that move, but that’s like the snack food of entertainment. Your marks are looking low.” he comments. I respond, cool, and collected. “No, we aren’t quite done yet.” I sit. I plop a squat. And I gaze.  Discord returns to his stool, and  awaits what happens next. Seconds, minutes, even a whole seven minutes pass. And as the time moves on, so too does the furrow of his brow.  “Is this all a ploy to make us watch paint dry for hours on end?” he asks. “I deny not.” “Well then.” Discord gets up. He approaches the drying paint, and with a snap of his talons, a love colored spectrum coats his paw. “I shall take a turn of my own.” I step back, and let him paint as he wishes. Of all the maddening events he has made me and the rest of ponyville suffer through, this one is shaping up to be rather mundane. Discord works quickly and sloppily. He’s drawing a crude representation of ponies. A pegasus of yellow, a duo of a pink and orange earth pony, and… a certain former owner of the local boutique. He was drawing the elements of harmony. “The other day you inquired on what I did to Twilight and her friends. I told a fib and said I didn’t remember. Naughty of me I know, but in truth I remember quite clearly. I just tire of every pony badgering me about it. You can only tell the same story so many times without it growing *dull*.” He mused. With the addition of a certain speedster, he was only missing one element. “But a little visual aid can always spice things up, can’t it my dear friend, Mr. Dusk?” I’m starting to slide along the ground.. the canvas! The wall, it’s pulling me towards it! Before I can say anything, a rapid surge of movement takes me, and leaves me in a daze. The colors are blinding, and the world feels oddly out of place. I look around to see.. Discord’s handiwork. Surrounded by images of the elements of harmony, I look forward to see the painterly form of Discord, sitting on a throne.  'They confronted me in the center of this very town you see.' The surrounding crew sparked to life. Some more visibly angry and vicious than others. 'I had made the elements worthless, but somehow that silly purple unicorn found a way to jumpstart the things. Or so she thought.' Twilight. A memorable name, especially in the field of magic.  'Not all her friends were so keen on taking me down. The pink one in particular tried to convince them otherwise, but to little avail.' Jumbled noises came out of the Pinkie Pie, as she gestured wildly around clouds of cotton candy. Discouraging glances reeled her back in, and the gang posed into action once more. 'But the elements they had once known were far from the ones they remembered. Not realizing this was a mistake that would cost them oh. so. dearly.' The Rainbow Dash nudged me with a hoof, and garbled some more jargon. Then, the six of us began to float up, a surge of paint strokes darting to and from each of us. Discord began to chuckle. 'Ahh hubris. How good it felt to not be on the receiving end this time around.' My whole body began to compress. Terrible imitations of screaming came out from all around me as each of us began to seemingly be sucked into the elements we wore. The pain was excruciating, and the world went dark.  'And so it goes, there were no other ponies with both the power and the will to stop me.' ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… When I woke up, it was in my bed, with a searing headache. Things had not turned out quite how I would hoped. No paint addrying wathicng, just Discord gloating and laughing as he relived his virtoy. Hunger demands much of us, and there was no hiding from Discord forever. I went to the kitchen to get some food and assess what time it was. Not an easy task in Discord’s world, but one that we do anyways. On the table there was a newspaper. Dissonance Weekly, everyone’s favorite. The headline read ”Just a little goof: an extra day on the ol’ block!” Reading further, it seemed the two or three days he promised had not come to pass. I suppose when pony you shadow descends into paint drying, that’ll happen. I get some food. Some toast, some most. And then. I get a paper. Not to eat, but to write. Addressed to, my dear old friend, Fringe Cut, with but a simple two word missive.  Operation 6.