Chapter 1 celebrations and discovery
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The air was ripe with festivity on this calm and cheery day. The birds were singing, trees were rustling in the wind, and practically every living being, from the smallest insects, to the tallest of strange, or rather unique, creatures that thrived on this isolated island. This, was because there was great reason.
In this island, a group of primates, the ones accredited for both saving and endangering the island many times, known as 'The Kongs', have met up with one another to celebrate and important moment in their shared existences on the island.
More specifically, the anniversary of their latest defeat of the cold blooded snaggle tooth himself, King K. Rool.
It had been precisely two years ago, on this day, that the alligator had come with another attempt at taking over, if not destroying, the island and The Kongs. Having arrived with a poorly named weapon of destruction, the 'Blast-O-Matic', he was naturally foiled by the three most infallible things of his so-called 'reign'. The determination of the Kongs, relative incompetence of his crew of his Kremling cohorts, and the altogether love of the Kongs towards bananas.
As the celebration began to kick off, several stacks of bananas spread throughout the hut that they were currently enjoying themselves in, picked from the Kong stash and placed for their enjoyment, the host of this grand party, and the undisputed leader of the group, entered the room.
A grand smile on his face, and his signature tie, bringing about an ethic blue collar work style to the art of Kremling crushing, swinging slightly below him. The rest of the clan of apes quickly turned their attention to him, though one in particular, a certain big-boned, vested, and fez wearing Kong, gave out a silent sigh of sadness as he turned away from his precious snack.
Clearing his throat, the leader of the clan quickly began to address his friends and followers. “Cheers, everyone! We've got another great celebration to enjoy ourselves with today, right?” It was odd. but many had long thought of the Kong leader, Donkey Kong, to be nothing more than a brainless icon of their bunch. much like the largest, yet not the most delicious, of bananas in a bushel. Unlike this thought though, Donkey Kong is quite the opposite. He is actually much more intelligent, if not occasionally arrogant, than most people let on. How else would he have been able to lead an entire group of apes into the repeated defeat of a great villain such as King K. Rool? His fashion sense could only get him so far, after all.
Upon hearing of their leader's beginning to what would likely be the adherent 'Pre-party speech', The Kongs all sounded out their agreement, with only Diddy Kong, being the youngest of the group, adding a mental 'here he goes again' to the aftermath of his, and his friend's,agreement.
“Diddy for your tenacity,” Donkey Kong began, gesturing to the small, red vest wearing, and hat boasting ape, “Tiny for your cunning,” this time he looked to the smallest of the kongs, who had worn her signature denim overalls, and rainbow beanie over her pigtails,“Chunky for your brute strength,” the large, and hungry, monkey hid another banana behind his back as he noticed attention be drawn to him, giving a comical and forced grin of 'innocence' as he looked back to the group, “and Lanky for your flexibility." Finally, he looked to the long armed orangutan of the group, who gave a modest smile as he reached behind his head, his denim pant suspenders and small white T-shirt shifting as he did so, and scratching a sudden itch he felt.
“Not only were we able to get all of our bananas back, but we were able to stop King K. Rool all over again!" Everyone began to clap as he said this, but Diddy, who had known the King for far longer than the rest of the gang, let out a chuckle as he noticed the Kong's eyes shift to the bananas, gaining a glint that somehow seemed even hungrier than Chunky Kong's. "... But, more importantly still, Bananas! Dig in everyone!" He concluded, literally diving into one of the many banana piles and beginning to eat his way out, as the other Kongs laughed as his, and Chrunchy's, who had followed after him with a surprising speed, antics.
There was merriment all around as the Kongs enjoyed their time once again...
Well... Almost, all around.
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King K. Rool’s Ship
King K. Rool
This date. This DARN date always caused the reptile of self-proclaimed power anger whenever he looked at it. His calendar was mocking him, at this point, as he continually went over that day.
The day those blasted apes had, YET AGAIN, thwarted his attempts at destroying those Kongs, and their eyesore of an island.
He had once had an unlimited source of power, if only for a short amount of time, harvested from the great supply of golden, and regular, bananas that he had rightfully taken from those furry flea wallowers, but, unfortunately, that was long gone by now. Two years. Two years since he lost it ALL. All because of those BLASTED, IDIOTIC, KONGS!
“RAGH!" He roared in frustration, banging his fist against his throne chair as he did so. "This is so irritating! Where am I supposed to find a power source strong enough to destroy those Kongs! It's not like I can just get those bananas and just hide them again. No, because Im certain that my henchmen would somehow BOTCH it up again... Not me... Them...” He cleared his throat as he stood from his throne, his scaled and clawed feet tamping roughly against the floor below him as he walked back and forth in his throne room, coming up with nothing as he continually stared down to the most hated of landmasses he knows of to date. As he stared down to those KONGS!
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Equestria
Canterlot Castle Gardens
(3 days After Discords Imprisonment In Stone)
Discord sat, or rather, stood, in utter boredom; Nothing to do but stare in the one direction that he was forced to face in his petrified position. In his eyes, there wasn't much to see. Nothing of interest to him, that is.
No chaos being made, no pony in distraught or misery, just nothing but peace, sunshine, rainbows, and utter tranquility; The things that Discord despised the most... Well, except for the rainbows. He always did find that they made good snacks, after all.
“I don't know how much more of this I can stand. Foals playing around without a care in the world is really starting to make me nauseous." Though his lips couldn't move, his thoughts were more than able to speak for him, expressing his boredom even further to the nothing that listened to him. He was The Lord of chaos though, so, did it really make it so wrong that he wanted for there to be chaos. Still, a large part of him knew that there was reason that he hadn't even tried to break free anymore.
“Even if I do break free, the same thing will just happen again. Those darn 'elements of harmony' will come by again, and just put me in another position. And frankly, this one isn't so bad. At least my nose doesn't itch, after all." Despite his efforts to make it more enjoyable, he did not budge in his annoyance, giving out a mental sigh as another of the tranquil, chaos free birds flew past his stunted view. “Oh, I positively hate this chaos free world." Moments ticked by as the draconequus continued to stare off into nothingness. Along with this seconds, ticked what sounded like a timer. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, to-
Finally, with what sounded like a loud ringing in Discord's mind, and idea came to him, his eyes attempting to widen, but stopping themselves as they realized the circumstances once more. “'This world'... Hmm? Could what I just said imply that there are perhaps other worlds out there?” He was a god, after all. And anything he says should go, right?
... Yes. Yes, of course! How could he have been so foolish! A smug smile formulated inside of his mind as Discord began to channel what little chaos energy he had saved from his previous battle. He felt himself slipping away, little by little, from his stone wallled, literally, prison, sinking him into what seemed like a black abyss of emptiness, and allowing him room to stretch. He yawned and cracked a few joints as he began to nonchalantly stroll through the blackness, giving the side of his head a quick scratch as he did so. He looked around his location a couple of times, smacking his lips as he came to a quick, though reasonable, conclusion.
“Ah, so this must be the multiverse... Hmmm, not enough popcorn and hotdogs. Oh well," He said, shrugging his shoulders, "lets see what other worlds we have here."
With a wave of his paw, the void quickly began to bend and stretch to the god's will, creating a large series of doors and windows, each easily accessible to the mish-mash if creature through arm's reach.
His first sight was through the closest window to him, as he gave it a pull and shoved it open. In this world, he was greeted by the sight of, what looked like, several hairless monkeys, each of them wearing large amounts of close over their otherwise bear bodies.
"Ugh. This looks just as boring as my world." Rolling his eyes, he closed the window without a second thought.
He moved onto one of the many doors of the void's corridor, pulling it open and peeking his head inside. Upon looking in, he was met with an odd sight. A bear was sitting on a chair, in front of a table. He seemed rather off in his overall build, and he wore a combination of yellow pants and a large blue bag, with some sort of a very tall, cheeky red bird resting in it. Besides the bird and bear duo, there was a goggle wearing mole, and an odd, indescribable creature as well, though it certainly seemed amusing enough. The three, or would it be four, were playing a game of cards.
“Mumbo feel lucky. Me got full house.” The odd creature said, his wooden jaws clacking as he did so.
“He's right Kazooie,” the bear said as he looked to the bird, "there goes all of your birdseed money, huh?" At this, the bird gained an odd, yet interesting expression. One that Discord knew well. One of mischief, and wrongdoing.
“Dont be so sure, Banjo I got a feeling that- Look, Gruntilda's outside and coming towards us!” The lot, of course, turn their heads towards the window, save for Kazooie and Discord, who watched as the red bird began to swipe several coins off of the desk, before then quickly placing them in the bag with her. She gave a silent giggle as the three turned their attentions back to her, and the game.
“I don't see anything.” The mole said, adjusting his goggles as he rose a brow at the bird, who did not seem bothered whatsoever.
“Oh? Huh. Must have been shadows or something. False alarm ." As he watched the bird give a smug smile towards himself, Discord was barely able to withhold a laugh.
“Oh, I love this bird! Though... Still not exactly what I'm looking for...”
He once again returned to the void, closing the wooden door and, with a wave of his paw, shrinking it down. "Ill save you for later." He said smugly, as he then placed the door in a close empty space for later.
Continuing his search, Diacord came across several other sights. Including that of an odd reflection from a pool of water.
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King K. Rool’s Lab
As a sudden series of prolonged and repetitive beeps filled the room, a Kremling began to loudly panic, flailing his arms about in his foolishness.
“Help!” He cried out, hoping for the assistance of one of the more intelligent, and less simpleminded, members of the crew. Soon, a rather high pitched and grating voice answered him.
“Yes, yes, what is it?!” As one of the head 'scientists' of the ship marched into the room, his demeanor clearly filled with irritation as he once again took a guess as to what he could be being called for this time,--He was almost certain it was because one of the minions had gotten their hands stuck in a jar again-- he quickly caught sight of the flailing imbecile. He gave out a groan of frustration as he silently moved towards the fool, raising a brow at his behavior.
This wordlessly prompted the Kremling to point towards one of the many monitors of the lab, which the scientist skeptically began to follow. It was once he reached this terminal, however, that he saw that this was more than a moronic incident.
“I must tell my lord at once!” He yelled as he quickly turned from the computer and began to rush out of the room, pushing over the still flailing minion with a comical flop in his distraction.
The scientist ran through each and every corridor of the ship, trying to get to the throne room as fast as possible. His pave, however, was even more quickened as he heard the sound of nightmares, for him and most of the crew, behind him.
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The growling and racking of another reptile, this time much more threatening in volume, caused him to go into a full sprint as his failed experiment at trying to make the baby gators more of a threat to the Kongs began to make its way around the corner of the corridor behind him. At the time, it was thought that increasing the size of one of these gators 100 fold would have been a good idea. As it had turned out though, this was not his smartest move, since it became an absolute nightmare on the ship. The only one that it would bow down to would be the King, while anyone else, be they alligator or not, would be at risk of being eaten.
Finally, the scientist crashed through the large door's of the King's throne room, bringing his pacing to a sudden stop, as he began to pant out his message. “My lord... we have... something...” He barely managed to utter, his hands in his scaly knees as he struggled to catch his breath.
The king looked back and forth between the scientist and the door he had just come in through, a sense of annoyance evident in his mind and face. "... You know, you could have just told me that on the monitors instead of running all the way here.”
Realizing his stupidity, the scientist gave out a groan, all but crashing his face into one of the many clipboards he would carry with him. “Since you ran all the way here though, and have hopefully worked on losing a few pounds in doing so, Ill take a look at what you found.”
The scientist sighed in relief, though he had a few choice words of his own hidden in the back of his kind, as he then gestured for the king to follow, once again opening the large throne room doors. Upon doing so however, he felt all the blood in his cold-blooded self run warm, as he came face to face with the dribbling mouth of his failed experiment. He gave out a shrill scream as he rushed behind the king, quivering in his steps as his creation began to charge at the two. The king, however, did not even seem to flinch.
Instead he simply raised his clawed hand, and gave a single command. “Stop Fighto." Upcoming the prompting of his only true owner, the monstrosity screeched to a halt, all semblance of ferocity and anger being switched with those akin to that of a loyal dog.
"Good boy." The king said, as the oversized gator baby began to happily wag his tail. "Now, return to your cage, and you'll get an extra treat for later.” The mutation showed no argument as he quickly turned himself and made his way back to his equally oversized 'home', passing through the chambers of the ship in a rushed and stomping manner.
As the scientist began to peek his head out from behind the King, the self-proclaimed monarch could not help but to let out a groan. “Show some backbone, you blubbering idiot. What am I paying you goons for?” As he said this, the scientist quickly stopped shaking, moving his gaze to the king and raising a questioning brow.
“My lord, you don't pay us at all.” The king gave out a loud growl as he looked to the scientist.
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As the king and his appointed head scientist looked over one of the many monitors of the room, the duo rose their individual, and curious, brows at the incoming data.
“Are you sure thats not coming from kong island? I wouldn't put it past those darn monkeys." Said the king.
“Yes, my lord. I checked myself." Somehow, the king did not find comfort in that. "According to these readings, this energy spike is aimed in our direction, about 3 nautical miles due north of us. Kong island is currently 5 nautical miles due south of us.” The king nodded at his explanation, his eyes narrowing in sudden confidence.
“I see... Warm up the back engines!” The king called out, his mighty voice echoing down the halls of the ship. "We're heading towards that energy!"
Almost immediately, a collection of voices echoed through the ship. “SIR YES SIR!” They cried out, drawing a cruel smile from the king.
Almost instantaneously, the crew of the ship went to work. The boiler and engine rooms of the ship became filled to the brim with Kremlings as they followed their lord's orders, the propellers of the floating island airship starting moving and push the ship forward.
Soon, a captain came into the room, a paper map held in his grasp as he began to instruct the others in their intended direction...
As best he could.
"Now, uh, make a right here... No, no, your other right!"
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Before Discord could pull his head away from this world's window, deciding that there was nothing of interest for him here, he noticed that the odd, green mass was beginning to move towards him. Raising a brow of curiosity, Discord began to wonder if that odd entity was somehow picking up on his chaos energy. He certainly couldn't put it past this world, or any, considering he knew not of their full extent, just yet.
Discord gained a smug smile as an idea came to his corrupt mind, as he then tried his hardest to work up more chaotic energy. Within moments, he sent out a message, in the shape of him, towards the large, green, and floating mass.
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“Sir, the energy appears to be growing stronger.” Said one of the many other scientists of the ship to the king, who gained a large grin.
“Good, good . The more power we have, the better our chances to use it to our advantage.” As he said this, another entity found himself chuckling.
“Funny. I was thinking the same thing." Said a mysterious voice. Several of the scientists in the room began to scurry, crashing into one another in their overly exalted fear, while the king simply gave out a groan at his minion's behavior, turning to face the center of the room.
“Who are you? Show yourself!” He commanded as the scientists all bundled themselves into one corner.
“With pleasure." Sure enough, the odd being materialized before the alligator monarch, who rose a brow at this odd combination of several creatures over.
“Like I said, who are you?! Also, what are you doing in my ship!?"
demanded the king. The being, oddly enough, just chuckled, as he then glanced around the room.
“Ah, so this is a ship... Interesting... As for who I am , you can call me Discord, the lord of chaos. As for you?" He returned, laying himself back in a relaxed and nonsensical state. Despite this nonsense, the king did not hesitate in his opportunity to boast of himself.
“I am King K. Rool! The owner of this vessel, and the great dictator who rules with an iron claw!” He said, before he then looked over the odd being. “... And you're the energy that we have been picking up, aren't you?” He asked with a knowing and smug smile.
“Why, yes, I suppose that I am. The power that you want to have... Speaking of which, I have to ask. Why exactly do you need my power?" He asked, tilting his head as a small and mischievous smile came to his expression.
“Oh, not to have it. To harness it, and destroy my enemies!” He replied, crushing his claws together in a dramatic fashion.
“You have enemies, do you? Hm, already this world is more entertaining than mine... Tell me, what are they like?” He asked.
As the king opened his mouth to speak, he just as quickly shut it, realizing that the descriptions may be a tad... Embarrassing. Instead, he focused on more general descriptions. “Five very powerful beings! One with a strong heart, one that's cocky, one that is shy but makes up with his brute strength, one that's carefree, but is just as mighty as the rest, and one thats just plain loony, and unpredictable! Oh, I hate those Kings!"
As he heard their descriptions, he could not help but to see some sort of... Similarity. Every one of the beings that the reptile had described shared traits of those pony's that had once again trapped him in stone, short of one, Twilight Sparkle.
“Oh? And how exactly do you plan on destroying them?” Discord asked curiously.
“Hmph. I’ll show you. One of you blubbering imbeciles, bring out the Super Blast-O-Mativ!” The king commanded.
“YES SIR!” The king stood smugly, though irritatingly, as he watched the group scramble for a nearby lever. The Super Blast-O-Matic was, as the name implied, an improvement to his last design. The only issue, however, was that he had not been able to obtain a sufficient power supply.
With one scrambled pull of a lever, the center of the room's floor began to open itself up, reveal an oversized laser of complex design. Discord rose a brow at the device, a wry smile forming itself as an idea began to come to his disorderly mind.
“... Perhaps... We could assist one another? You see, I am having the same exact problem that you're looking at now. I’m afraid I am nothing but stone in my own world, if only because of those 'elements of harmony', and what not... So, why not make a deal? You release me from my prison, and I'll supply you with a power you've never seen before.” Discord moved his hand out towards the monarch, waiting for him to take it in his grasp and shake it in agreement.
The king began to weigh his options, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes at Discord's extended hand. On one claw, he knew nothing of this being, and he could be going into some sort of trap... On the other though, this could be his chance to finally be rid of those Kongs!
“Well?” Asked the eagerly impatient Discord, who quickly took notice of the toothy smile that appeared on the gator's mouth.
“I accept!” He answered, taking Discord's mismatched paw and giving it a firm shake, sealing the deal.
“On, goodie. Now, wait here for a moment or two, and I'll have you in my world faster than you can say 'Pony Princess Prancing Party Participation'!" As the being once again disappeared, King K. Rool raised a confused brow.
"... 'Princess Prancing Patty'- Gah!"
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After about 12 minutes of waiting, and failed flub ups by King K. Rool, Discord had finally opened a portal large enough to send King K. Rool's ship and crew back to his world, and Equestria.
As the alligator sat on his throne, his newly found partner floating nearby, he rose his rose up his clawed hand, and pointed in forward. "Everyone, forward!" Commanded the king.
“Yes sir!" The air trembled as the large ship began to make it's way through the portal, the dimensions of space and time shifting to accommodate it as it did so.
King K. Rool may not have known too much on this world, but he did know this. This 'Equestria' would not be prepared for what was to come.