> A New Life, A New Home
>  by LucidDreamer
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> A Unexpected Change
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Of all the things that Morgan expected to be doing today, she never thought that she’d be sitting in an office waiting room. The white-skinned angel sat in a chair more fit for a dining table than an office and did her best to ignore the arguing coming from somewhere deeper into the office. 
“I was hunting for-” A cockney-accented was cut off by a loud voice in her head.
Said voice that was beginning to give Morgan a headache. “YOUR VENGEANCE IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN EQUESTRIA’S SAFETY! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS LEFT IT UNGUARDED AND WE’VE BEEN HAVING TO CLEAN UP YOUR MESSES! THE MIST WAS SOMETHING FROM YOUR TIME, WASN’T IT?!”
“No! I’ve never seen it before!” Came the angry response.
Morgan shifted uncomfortably in her seat and began nervously fiddling with the sleeves of her blue sweater. Her red eyes, half-hidden behind thick-lensed glasses, stared at the floor, they themselves half-hidden behind the long purple hair covering the right half of her face. The other half of her virtual mane of hair was tucked behind a very elf-like ear. She scuffed her gray shoes against the carpet, causing the fabric of her black skirt to ruffled with each movement.
Morgan had never liked conflict. She avoided it like the plague. Even before she’d become Displaced, she was the quite type. Most people never paid any head to the overweight girl who read too much manga. Nobody paid her any attention and she was fine with that. Then a friend of hers had convinced her to go to a con. She even convinced her to dress up a bit. She’d always liked Morgana, and thought that her backstory was a sad one. Thus she went as the fallen angel. Purple hair dye, red color contacts, some white body paint, a purple skirt, some leggings, a purple v-neck top (Something her friend had all but forced on her.), and a large pair of custom-built purple wings completed her look.
Then she’d gotten Displaced. She was stronger, faster, and slimmer, than she had ever been before, and she could fly. Yet, with that came the stares. Ponies watching her, judging her, some even called her names under their breath. The Displaced were relatively new and nobody knew what to do with the ones that popped up. The original five were attempting to put together some sort of program but that didn’t help Morgan in the least. So, when she heard that there was a world on the other side of a mirror where Displaced were treated like regular people, she immediately jumped on the idea of moving. Not that she had much to move, little more than a few pairs of clothes and a few mementos. 
Transfer on her side had been easy. Just say a few goodbyes and walk through the mirror. The other side had been vastly different. She’d ended up in a crystal castle and the first one to greet her had been a pair of unicorns named Starlight Glimmer and Trixie. Starlight had looked incredibly stressed and hadn’t talked much as the pair escorted her to the office where she now sat. Oddly enough Trixie had been the one to do most of the talking. Most of the talking had been about herself but there was some sprinklings of current history. What Morgan had got was there had been a wedding where something bad had happened and someone had gone missing.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S CAPABLE OF!” The woman’s voice snapped Morgan out of her thoughts.
“WE CAN DEAL WITH HIM WHEN HE COMES BACK! DAMMIT WE NEEDED EVERYONE HERE IN CASE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED!” The psychic roar made Morgan squeeze her eyes shut and shiver. She could feel the anger and pain within those words and they hurt. “TWILIGHT’S GONE AWOL BECAUSE OF THIS!”
“Excuse me, are you Morgan?” A young female voice made Morgan jump. Her eyes snapped open. She let out a strangled squeak, leapt to her feet while wrapping herself in her wings protectively, and peeked out from the safety of her wings. She didn’t see anyone however.
“Down here.” The voice spoke.
Looking down Morgan saw an orange pegasus filly with a pink-ish mane and violet eyes looking up at her. On her flanks was the image of a red orb surrounded by red static electricity. All four of her legs were covered in some kind of black armor and she had a black circlet on her head with a large, red, hexagonal ruby set in the center just over her forehead. The ruby seems to glow and Morgan swore that there was a faint red glow around the filly’s eyes. Morgan looked at the filly. She was simultaneously the cutest and most frightening filly she’d ever seen. All she could do was stare.
The filly raised a brow at her. “You okay? I know the arguments been pretty heated.”
“O-oh. I-I’m fine.” Morgan squeaked quietly, her wings rustling nervously.
“Sure you are.” The filly smiled warmly and nodded. “I’m Scootaloo. I’ll be conducting your interview and I’ll be in charge of helping you get settled into where ever you decide to stay.” The filly held out a hoof.
Morgan tentatively relaxed her wings and kneeled down. She grabbed the hoof with a shaky hand and shook it.
“There you go.” Scootaloo said warmly as she set her hoof back down. “If you want to come on back we can get started.”
Morgan nodded, retrieved up her bag from beside her chair and followed the filly into the office. Thankfully they avoided the source of the fighting and Scootaloo guided her into a small office. “Please, have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Scootaloo gestured to a chair across from a large oak desk. The filly then left the room and shut the door behind her. When she did, the sounds of the argument were cut off.
Morgan decided to take the filly’s advice and take a seat. Properly seated she looked around the office. The room wasn’t too big. There was a window outside where she could see ponies passing by. Then she noticed a rather rotund spider-legged demon “sitting” in the grass in the park not too far away. It was reading a book out loud and had colts and fillies all around it, as well as sitting on his shoulders and back spikes. She blinked at the scene and returned her gaze to the office proper. There were a few pictures on the wall behind the desk. One of Scootaloo (without her armor) with a white coated, violet maned unicorn filly and a yellow coated, red maned earth pony filly. There was another one of Scootaloo hugging a purple coated, white and pinked maned earth pony mare.
In the corner was a mini-fridge. On top of said mini fridge was two coffee pots, one filled with coffee and one just filled with water. Next to the mini-fridge was a small bookshelf filled with books on psychology and law of all things.
“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! I’M WITH A CLIENT RIGHT NOW AND YOUR YELLING ISN’T HELPING ANYTHING! BOTH OF YOU NEED TO TAKE A WALK AND COOL OFF!” The filly’s roar made Morgan jump and immediately cover herself with her wings. There was a moment of silence. Just when she began to relax.
TAKE A FUCKING WALK! THAT’S AN ORDER!
The..... Those weren’t words.... Whatever that was shook the the entire building like an earthquake and Morgan heard startled cries and yelps from outside.
Morgan sat frozen. She didn’t dare move, else she draw the ire of whatever did that.
She heard two pairs of feet walk past the door, then heard the front door open then slam closed. A sound of small hooves met her ears and she heard a sigh outside the door. There came a knock then the door opened. “Sorry about that.” Scootaloo said as she trotted in, trotted around the desk, and leapt into her cushy office chair. Morgan slowly relaxed her wings and noticed that there was red static playing around Scootaloo’s eyes and the ruby of her circlet.
Scootaloo sat for a moment and sighed as she rubbed her temples with her forehooves. “When your dad acts more like a filly than you do...” She muttered to herself. Taking a breath, Scootaloo looked at a desk drawer. A red glow engulfed the handle and it slid open, files were flipped through until a file was found. The glow engulfed the file. It was levitated up, hovered just over the desk and flipped open, then the drawer slid closed. Scootaloo leaned forward and looked over the file. Glancing over the file she looked at Morgan. “So Morgan, can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Water? Monster?”
“U-ummm, coffee would be nice.” Morgan responded quietly.
Scootaloo smiled. “You’d get along with Shy and Sarah. You’d like them.”
Morgan only nodded dumbly. Then a noise caused her to look over at the mini-fridge, She gaped. A coffee mug was levitating in a red glow and was being filled with coffee. “Want anything with it?” came Scootaloo’s question.
“Ummm... creamer if you have it?” Morgan asked as she looked back at the filly.
“Not a problem.” Scootaloo smiled as Morgan heard the fridge door open, something pop open then close, then the fridge shut again. There was a tinkling noise as a coffee cup filled with a creamy tan liquid and a spoon entered her vision. Morgan hesitantly took it. The simple feeling of holding a hot cup of coffee began to relax her and she let out a slow breath.
“Okay then, just a few preliminary questions before we get to anything important.” Scootaloo said, looking at Morgan as a pen in a red glow levitated up to the file. “Name?”
“Umm, Morgan Stephanie Pierce.” Morgan said, feeling a little awkward as she took a sip of her coffee.
“Age?” The filly asked as the pen wrote on the file.
“Twenty-two.”
“Race?”
“Fallen Angel.”
“That’s a new one. Character name?” Scootaloo, asked occasionally glancing between Morgan and the file.
“Morgana.”
“Game your character is from?”
“League of Legends.”
“Alright.” Scootaloo chuckled. “Heh. It’s funny. When the first five of your universe showed up, our five didn’t mention that they knew of League, just so they could get to know the people behind the appearance.”
“Well that’s nice of them.” Morgan brightened with a smile.
“Yeah, Dad was a bit of a fan. As was Jack...” Scootaloo’s smile slowly fell. Then she blinked. Her smile returned and she looked back to Morgan. “Meh. Doesn’t matter.” She looked back at the file. “Where were we. Ah yes, Power Type?”
“U-ummmm.... D-dark m-magic.” Morgan stammered out, not ready for that question. “T-that’s not a p-problem is it?”
Scootaloo blinked, looking very confused. She pointed a hoof towards the window. “There’s a Demon Lord reading a storybook to foals right there. Does that answer your question?”
“O-oh, I guess it does.” Morgan giggled as a blush grew on her cheeks.
“I take it the ponies of your world didn’t like the fact you had dark magic?” Scootaloo asked, her expression softening to one of sympathy.
Morgan shook her head. “N-no... Th-they didn’t...”
“Well we have no issue with it here, so that’s not a problem.” Scootaloo smiled warmly at the shy angel. “That is unless you start attacking people. Then it’s an issue.” She giggled.
“N-no! I-I would never d-do that!” Morgan gasped horrified.
Scootaloo head up a hoof. “It’s fine. It was just a joke. Also that answers one of my later questions.” She returned her gaze to the file. “Let’s see.... Gender, female. Skin, white. Eyes, red. Hair, purple. Notable features....” She looked up from the file, her pen scribbling on the file without her looking at it. “Large purple wings, pointed ears, and a purple lightning bolt scar under left eye.” She looked back to the file. “Okay. That’s it for the preliminaries. Now onto the more in-depth questions.” She looked back up at Morgan. “Why did you want to move to our universe?”
“U-ummmm... I-I wanted a fresh start, a-and I d-didn’t want people constantly staring at me l-like I was some kind of freak.” Morgan’s voice faded to little more than a whisper.
“Well, you won’t get much of that here. Unless you’re in Canterlot. Self-righteous pricks.” Scootaloo finished in a mutter. She shook her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed. “Right, next question. Were you aware of MLP before you got Displaced?”
Morgan stared at Scootaloo, blinking stupidly. “What?...”
“Yep. That’s the response most say.” Scootaloo chuckled, giving Morgan a small smile.
“You..... Ponies know about MLP?” Morgan asked dumbfounded.
“Yeah. We have for awhile. It was hard for most of the Displaced to hide. Was a national secret for about a year then it came out, blew up for a few months, then it just became common knowledge. You can watch it on the internet.” Scootaloo explained.
“Wait, you have internet here too?” Morgan asked weakly. She was having a hard time taking everything in.
“Yep.” Scootaloo nods. “Wi-fi  from either the other mirror in Twilight’s castle or the Red Velvet.”
“What’s the Red Velvet?” Morgan asked feeling confused and a tad overwhelmed.
“Oh, that’s the Battlecruiser hovering in orbit over Equis.” Scootaloo stated matter-of-factly.
“What.....” Morgan’s jaw hung open.
“I’m going to take your initial response as a yes.” Scootaloo giggled. “Okay. Are you a fan of MLP?”
Morgan fluttered her wings I her brain snapped out of it. “Yes.”
“Alright. Why are you a fan of MLP?” Scootaloo looked up at her curiously.
“Are these all actually questions?” Morgan asked. Scootaloo’s response was to flip the file around. Why are you a fan of MLP stared back at her with a set of blank lines underneath it. “Huh...”
“Yeah... My dad made these questions.” Scootaloo giggled, shaking her head.
“Okay... Well, I guess I liked it for the characters. I identified with Fluttershy a lot. The messages were good for the most part, though some episodes were cringey.” Morgan’s lips curved up into a small smile. “MLP was... refreshing. It was light and fun. Then I discovered Fimfiction.” Morgan’s smile grew into a grin. Scootaloo couldn’t help smiling herself.
“Well this answers my next question.” The filly said with a giggle. “Did you have a favorite fanfiction? I know that’s a hard question.”
“Oh......” Morgan chewed her lower lip, and couldn’t hide the blush returning to her cheeks. “I’ll Always be Here for You.”
Scootaloo mock-winced and held a hoof up to her chest. “Oh man... Right in the feels...”
Morgan blinked at the filly in confusion. “But that story’s about you.”
“Correction,” Scootaloo grinned as she pointed the hoof at Morgan. “That story was about another Scootaloo who had an entirely different life than me. Pretty much an entirely different person. Thus, I at once both can and can’t put myself in her hooves.” Scootaloo dropped her hoof to her chair. “Cried like a foal when I first read it. Let me tell you.”
“How... How old are you?” Morgan asked, curious due to the disconnect between the filly’s appearance and the way she acted.
“I’m fourteen.” Scootaloo shrugged. “I know I’m little. Born a runt, or so I’m told.”
“You don’t act fourteen.” Morgan said rather bluntly.
“No. I don’t. A lot of things have changed for me since the Displaced got here, especially recently.” Scootaloo shrugged.
“Ummm how many questions are left?” Morgan asked, glancing at the file curiously.
“Just one, since your responses have been helping me answer others as we’ve been talking.” Scootaloo smiled. “Alright. if you had a preference, where would you like to live?”
“Ponyville.” Morgan instantly responded. Then she blushed and shrank back into her chair.
“That is entirely unsurprising.” Scootaloo grinned as she wrote down the response. closed the folder, and set the file and pen. “I think that about does it. I’ll need to get these sent off to Canterlot and the Mayor, but you should be good to go.”
“Really? That’s it?” Morgan blinked.
“That’s it on my end at least.” Scootaloo sat back as the glow in her eyes and gem died. “It’ll probably be a day or two for things to get squared away, so you’re probably going to be staying at the Ponyville Hotel until we can get some things sorted out.”
“That’s fine.” Morgan smiled. Her smile faltered. “What... What do I do now? I-I really didn’t think this far ahead.”
“Well you were my my only appointment for the day.” Scootaloo stretched. “If you want I can give you a proper tour, maybe take you to meet some people?”
“I’d like that.” Morgan smiled.
“Great.” Scootaloo hopped out of her chair.
As Morgan got up and followed the filly through the office, a smile grew on her face. She had the feeling she was going to like it here, living a new life in a new home.