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Allegheny(2017): Untitled Eris Green [discontinued]

By dadonequus_archives
Created: 2021-05-13 18:51:39
Expiry: Never
/dad/

  1. 1.
    >It's not often you can say something on the internet has actually thrown you off.
  2. 2.
    >You've seen it all.
  3. 3.
    >Dead bodies, lemonparty, weird porn, gore, if it’s on the internet, you've probably come by it.
  4. 4.
    >You've been desensitized, like so many others.
  5. 5.
    >But, it's a simple DM conversation that's starting to throw you off.
  6. 6.
    >The conversation started off pretty innocently.
  7. 7.
    >A week or two ago someone messaged you on Twitter asking how your day was.
  8. 8.
    >Normal stuff you would find from any lonely person trying to make fake internet friends.
  9. 9.
    >A mixture of pity and curiosity led you to respond.
  10. 10.
    >And from then on you've been talking with them.
  11. 11.
    >They're sort of weird, but aren't we all?
  12. 12.
    >But, that weirdness lost its charm rather quickly.
  13. 13.
    >Today when you checked Twitter you saw a message notification.
  14. 14.
    >Expecting nothing out of the ordinary, you opened it.
  15. 15.
    >”Now then, I must ask, why did you shut the elevator on that woman yesterday?”
  16. 16.
    >Some random thing you did and told nobody about.
  17. 17.
    >Something this guy knows about.
  18. 18.
    >A big red flag that something is off.
  19. 19.
    >The source of the jitters you have now.
  20. 20.
    >But, it's just innocent enough that you still want to play along.
  21. 21.
    >So, you start typing out a reply.
  22. 22.
    >”I dunno, just felt like it. How do you know bout that?”
  23. 23.
    >And then you wait for your reply.
  24. 24.
     
  25. 25.
    >The other guy responds surprisingly quick.
  26. 26.
    >They must have been online already.
  27. 27.
    >”Really? Just like that?”
  28. 28.
    >You frown at their reply.
  29. 29.
    >There was conveniently no answer to /your/ question.
  30. 30.
    >And that question is sort of important to you.
  31. 31.
    >So you press again.
  32. 32.
    >”Seriously, how do you know that?”
  33. 33.
    >The next reply takes a little longer.
  34. 34.
    >”Why did you cheat on your last significant other?”
  35. 35.
    >What the fuck?
  36. 36.
    >When was that, two or three years ago?
  37. 37.
    >Regardless this “stranger” should have no idea.
  38. 38.
    >Only one person knew and it was the girl you were seeing on the side.
  39. 39.
    >And it didn't even last long!
  40. 40.
    >”None of your business. I'm done talking.”
  41. 41.
    >With that you block them, putting your phone down with a sigh.
  42. 42.
    >Do you have some kind of stalker?
  43. 43.
    >Should you call the cops?
  44. 44.
    >You rub your temple, sighing.
  45. 45.
    >This is not okay.
  46. 46.
    >Whatever /this/ is.
  47. 47.
     
  48. 48.
    >Deciding not to involve the cops get, you turn on the tv to help you forget about this.
  49. 49.
    >Your hand is shaking a little as you work with the remote.
  50. 50.
    >Stuff like this online has always felt so distant to you, it was easy to be detached.
  51. 51.
    >But now it's you who's being toyed with and it's really getting to you.
  52. 52.
    >The tv is on some random game show, nothing special but nothing awful.
  53. 53.
    >So, you watch it for a bit.
  54. 54.
    >It's some sort of quiz show, basic stuff wrapped in some signature twist that makes the game look unique.
  55. 55.
    >You're almost half asleep watching it when you hear the host ask something very odd.
  56. 56.
    >”Now then, why /did/ you cheat on her anon?”
  57. 57.
    >It almost sends you flying out of your chair.
  58. 58.
    >Frantic, you rewind the show.
  59. 59.
    >This time, those host merely asked a contestant if they're a fan of quiche.
  60. 60.
    >Most definitely not what you heard.
  61. 61.
    >Is your mind playing tricks on you?
  62. 62.
    >Probably.
  63. 63.
    >But it's freaking you the hell out.
  64. 64.
    >You take a series of deep breaths to calm your nerves.
  65. 65.
    >Maybe tv was a bad idea.
  66. 66.
    >Yeah, frayed nerves can do without all that stimuli.
  67. 67.
    >Perhaps just listening to some music?
  68. 68.
    >Just good old audio to drown out your anxiety.
  69. 69.
     
  70. 70.
    >You put your headphones on, turning up your phone’s volume to levels that will make your cochlea shrivel up and die.
  71. 71.
    >And just hit shuffle.
  72. 72.
    >This is more like it.
  73. 73.
    >You, laying back, having absolutely no room to think about anything besides the music blasting your ears.
  74. 74.
    >Your eyes begin to droop a little, the worry subsiding slowly but surely.
  75. 75.
    >But just as things start to feel peaceful, the song lyrics get awfully weird.
  76. 76.
    >Hardly even lyrics honestly.
  77. 77.
    >They don't rhyme and just barely fit the beat.
  78. 78.
    >”Why don't you want to answer?”
  79. 79.
    >”It's a simple question!”
  80. 80.
    >”Why did you want to do that?”
  81. 81.
    >”I'm not trying to judge!”
  82. 82.
    >The oddness of the lyrics is only outdone by the fact that the song abruptly ends there.
  83. 83.
    >It feels like something just cut the song short.
  84. 84.
    >The next track that plays is a podcast.
  85. 85.
    >That's odd, you never once listened to a podcast, let alone downloaded one.
  86. 86.
    >”Today on ‘The Familiar Chaos’ we ask our listener very important questions about life and motivation! Should be a very interesting show!”
  87. 87.
    >A few things come off as weird to you beyond the fact it's a podcast.
  88. 88.
    >The host’s voice sounds vaguely familiar.
  89. 89.
    >You can't quite place it but you've heard it.
  90. 90.
    >And secondly, why did he say listener and not listeners?
  91. 91.
     
  92. 92.
    >Instead of just turning it off like a sane person, you keep listening.
  93. 93.
    >It's almost like you're asking for it.
  94. 94.
    >”Our first question, seeing as how the other one received no answer is as follows: Why did you make that fake dating site account?”
  95. 95.
    >You instantly take off your headphones.
  96. 96.
    >What the hell is going on?
  97. 97.
    >Why is the world grilling you on random shit you've done.
  98. 98.
    >It's getting creepy as hell and even more annoying.
  99. 99.
    >As you try and get over this, you check the time.
  100. 100.
    >It's 12:28.
  101. 101.
    >Fuck it, it's not /too/ early to have a drink.
  102. 102.
    >You get up, pouring yourself a shot.
  103. 103.
    >You hardly ever touch that bottle of vodka, but now is damn good to try it.
  104. 104.
    >The shot burns as it goes down your throat.
  105. 105.
    >It makes you cough a bit, not at all smooth.
  106. 106.
    >As you finish coughing, you look over at your tv.
  107. 107.
    >A simple phrase is on there in overly fancy typeface.
  108. 108.
    >”Oh come on!”
  109. 109.
    >Didn't you turn your tv off anyways?
  110. 110.
     
  111. 111.
    >With everything that’s been going on today, it doesn’t take long for you to simply accept the tv turned itself on.
  112. 112.
    >You pour yourself another shot before going and sitting down on your couch, staring at the tv.
  113. 113.
    >This is probably just going to keep going on and on until you confront it, so you might as well get this over with.
  114. 114.
    >The image changes suddenly on the screen, reacting to you finally sitting down and paying attention.
  115. 115.
    >”Finally! And here I thought I would have to try and get your attention all day!”
  116. 116.
    >The text is nowhere as large as last time, what with it being several words longer, so you have to lean in a bit just to see it.
  117. 117.
    >”Now then, I have so many questions for you, but you are just being hard to work with!”
  118. 118.
    >Yeah, because cooperating with some crazy stalker is a much better alternative.
  119. 119.
    >Granted, you’re cooperating now, but that’s beyond the point.
  120. 120.
    >The screen’s text changes again.
  121. 121.
    >”So, I suppose a more direct approach is in order!”
  122. 122.
     
  123. 123.
    >The tv’s image changes to a strange, swirling spiral.
  124. 124.
    >It’s quite the eyesore, and you want to turn it off.
  125. 125.
    >But, something is keeping your eyes glued to the screen.
  126. 126.
    >Your peripheral vision is starting to blur, and your head is killing you.
  127. 127.
    >The headache could very well be from the shots, but that’s not really on your mind right now.
  128. 128.
    >What’s more on your mind is the fact that you’re glued to your seat, forced to stare at some gaudy animation.
  129. 129.
    >Soon the only thing clearly in your vision is that spiral, as you feel less and less cognisant of your surroundings.
  130. 130.
    >How long have you been sitting here?
  131. 131.
    >It’s so hard to tell.
  132. 132.
    >All you can really be sure of is that you feel tired.
  133. 133.
    >Despite your eyes being absolutely stuck to the spiral, your eyelids feel heavy.
  134. 134.
    >So heavy that eventually you just pass out.
  135. 135.
    >Unable to do anything but go with the flow of whatever this was.
  136. 136.
     
  137. 137.
    >There’s no telling how long you were out.
  138. 138.
    >When you do finally awake, your headache is thankfully gone.
  139. 139.
    >And you can actually look around now, so that’s an improvement as well.
  140. 140.
    >Your surroundings however are anything but what you expected.
  141. 141.
    >A bright forest setting, practically out of a cartoon.
  142. 142.
    >Like, really, the sky is that bright blue you only see in light hearted animation.
  143. 143.
    >You sit up, getting a better look at this bright forest.
  144. 144.
    >It looks like a forest sure, but everything about it is just so simple and bright.
  145. 145.
    >You’ve seen plenty of real trees in your day, but these trees were nowhere close to realistic.
  146. 146.
    >”Enjoying the scenery?” asks that familiar voice from the podcast.
  147. 147.
    >As you look over at the source of the voice, you can scarcely believe your eyes.
  148. 148.
    >There sits a large, lanky creature, a seeming hodgepodge of countless other living beings.
  149. 149.
    >The voice makes sense now, as does the weirdly animated forest you’re in.
  150. 150.
    >But, it making sense shouldn’t make any sense at all.
  151. 151.
    >You must still be unconscious, because there’s no way Discord is talking to you right now.
  152. 152.
     
  153. 153.
    >Discord smirks at your apparent confusion.
  154. 154.
    >”Having some mental crisis there Anon?” they ask.
  155. 155.
    >You can hardly sputter out a reply, dream or not this is way too surreal for your tastes.
  156. 156.
    >Seeing your apparent struggle, Discord picks up the one sided conversation.
  157. 157.
    >”Now, I /knew/ the direct approach would be rather jarring, but you left me no choice! Now, I’ll cut to the chase- I like you Anon!”
  158. 158.
    >You’re having a hard time paying attention to anything Discord is saying.
  159. 159.
    >Right now you’re more focused on pinching yourself and acting out all the other “it must be a dream!” tropes.
  160. 160.
    >Of everything Discord has said, you really haven’t cared.
  161. 161.
    >It’s just a dream, right?
  162. 162.
    >Then again, you’ve felt every pinch so far.
  163. 163.
    >But there’s no way this can be real!
  164. 164.
    >Noticing your inattention, Discord leans in close, grabbing your attention.
  165. 165.
    >”May I continue?” they ask sarcastically.
  166. 166.
     
  167. 167.
    >Before you even reply, Discord continues his speech.
  168. 168.
    >”As I was saying. I see a lot of promise in you Anon, promise I think I could harness! You have a penchant for testing your boundaries in little ways, do you not?”
  169. 169.
    >You think it over for a second, knowing fully well you’ll be forced to play along anyways.
  170. 170.
    “I suppose that’s true.”
  171. 171.
    >”You suppose?” questions Discord, feigning shock.
  172. 172.
    >”I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while! You mess with little things. You’ll shut a woman out of an elevator just because you feel like it! You’ll set up a dating profile just to see how people react to your made up advances!”
  173. 173.
    >Just before you can bring up the odd fact that Discord knows what a dating website is, another more pressing question comes to mind.
  174. 174.
    “What are you insinuating right now?”
  175. 175.
    >”I am so glad you asked! A curious mind is a very good thing!”
  176. 176.
    >Discord pats your head like an owner would do to their dog.
  177. 177.
    >”I have plans for you Anon! Big plans!”
  178. 178.
     
  179. 179.
    >”You have dabbled in chaos, trying things just to see the outcome! But, you are far from a master at it. So, I thought why not challenge myself to foster that feeling in you?:
  180. 180.
    >Your head is starting to hurt again.
  181. 181.
    >Sure, you do some morally questionable stuff now and again, but are you really expected to believe Discord, a fictional character, has been watching this?
  182. 182.
    >”And that’s when it hit me! My next great goal!” exclaims Discord.
  183. 183.
    “And that is?”
  184. 184.
    >A part of you is scared to hear the answer.
  185. 185.
    >But, another part of you is very, very curious.
  186. 186.
    >”To be a parent!”
  187. 187.
    >You stare at Discord with a look of utter disbelief.
  188. 188.
    “You’re joking, right? I’m an adult.”
  189. 189.
    >Discord flashes a devious grin.
  190. 190.
    >”You’re also human and male, but I can fix that. Now then, it’s time to make you more presentable! No child of mine would look so… /human/!”
  191. 191.
    >You gulp, knowing you are most likely not going to like where this is going.
  192. 192.
     
  193. 193.
    >In an instant you're strapped down in some sort of dentist’s chair.
  194. 194.
    >Leave it to Discord to warp reality in the most /welcoming/ ways.
  195. 195.
    >Discord himself has a doctor’s outfit, looking over you with a look of enthusiasm.
  196. 196.
    >”You're going to have quite the radical makeover Anon, I hope you're ready!”
  197. 197.
    >You vehemently shake your head.
  198. 198.
    >He either ignores or just fails to notice your distress.
  199. 199.
    >”Now, I think making you a filly would help you blend in better with the general population…” he mumbles, scratching his chin.
  200. 200.
    >Oh great, that's a comforting thought.
  201. 201.
    >You being stuck as a tiny, female pony with a-
  202. 202.
    >”So we absolutely /can't/ do that! It's too easy! Too predictable!”
  203. 203.
    “Can we just… get this over with?”
  204. 204.
    >Discord stares at you for a minute.
  205. 205.
    >”You're just as eager as I am!”
  206. 206.
    >It takes all you can to strangle back a groan.
  207. 207.
    >”Tell me anon, have you ever seen a female Draconequus?”
  208. 208.
    >You ponder it for a moment.
  209. 209.
    “Oh you must be joking.”
  210. 210.
    >The eager grin on Discord’s face says that he is most definitely not.
  211. 211.
     
  212. 212.
    >The next several minutes consist of Discord poking, prodding, shaping, and stretching your body.
  213. 213.
    >It feels really weird, considering you know it's probably all unnecessary.
  214. 214.
    >He's /Discord/, he could probably get this over with in an instant if he wanted.
  215. 215.
    >But, being Discord, he definitely does not want to make things easy.
  216. 216.
    >Thankfully this “procedure” is relatively easy to ignore.
  217. 217.
    >It's almost like a massage.
  218. 218.
    >A weird, life altering massage.
  219. 219.
    >Yeah, it's really not like a massage at all the more you think of it.
  220. 220.
    >You groan, trying to clear your mind of any further weird or confused thoughts.
  221. 221.
     
  222. 222.
    >After a while the chair disappears, sending you falling.
  223. 223.
    >Your body already feels super weird.
  224. 224.
    >As you groan to yourself, you notice your voice.
  225. 225.
    >It's a much higher pitch, but not as high as you expected.
  226. 226.
    >When Discord mentioned parenting, you sort of assumed you'd be some squeaky little brat.
  227. 227.
    >You sound more like a pre teen at the very least.
  228. 228.
    >A mirror suddenly appears out of nowhere right in front of you.
  229. 229.
    >You're… certainly different.
  230. 230.
    >Almost every strange little body part Discord has, you have.
  231. 231.
    >Your body is long and lanky, and even flexing one of your altered digits feels strange beyond belief.
  232. 232.
    >It's like they've been asleep for years, and you're just now trying to wake them up again.
  233. 233.
    >You have a mane of wild white fur, looks almost like a head of human hair.
  234. 234.
    >Really accents your big, twitchy eyes.
  235. 235.
     
  236. 236.
    >You glance over at Discord, who is wiping a cartoony, most likely fake, tear from his eye.
  237. 237.
    >”You look perfect Anon! I must say I've outdone myself!”
  238. 238.
    >You roll your eyes.
  239. 239.
    “Whatever Dad…”
  240. 240.
    >Wait. What the hell did you just call him?
  241. 241.
    >He picks up on your shock right away and chuckles.
  242. 242.
    >”We can't have a daughter calling their father by their name, can we?”
  243. 243.
    >The best you can do is scowl at Discord.
  244. 244.
    >He's made you into a young, female draconequus, and is forcing you to call him “Dad”.
  245. 245.
    “This had better not have some weird sexual undertone”
  246. 246.
    >Always one for theatrics, Discord swoons. >”Why I'd never Anon! I enjoy chaos, not… how do they describe it in your home world?”
  247. 247.
    >With a sigh, you humor him.
  248. 248.
    “Weird kinks?”
  249. 249.
    >They shrug at that.
  250. 250.
    >”Sounds right enough to me!”
  251. 251.
    >This is going to be a very taxing existence, you can tell already.
  252. 252.
     
  253. 253.
    >Discord snaps his finger, and you're suddenly no longer in the lush forest you had found yourself in.
  254. 254.
    >Because you can’t just have a few minutes to adjust or anything.
  255. 255.
    >You sigh as you look around.
  256. 256.
    >It’s a room, one with overwhelming amounts of pink in it.
  257. 257.
    >Like, pink walls, a pink bed, pink, pink, pink.
  258. 258.
    >It could be worse though, at least Discord was merciful enough to make it pastels in lieu of neon pink.
  259. 259.
    >Speaking of you “father”, there’s a piece of paper on the bed.
  260. 260.
    >You have a little trouble walking at first, not at all used to this body.
  261. 261.
    >Pink carpets do not break falls all that well as you’ve come to learn.
  262. 262.
    >Thankfully you’re a fast learner, and after you pick yourself up off the floor, you manage to make it to your bed.
  263. 263.
    >”Dear Eris” begins the letter.
  264. 264.
    >”I do hope you don’t mind the name change, “Anon” was just so unfitting!”
  265. 265.
    >You almost begin to vocalize a complaint before remembering this a letter.
  266. 266.
    >Then again, knowing Discord, he could very well be watching.
  267. 267.
    >So, to be safe, you flip off the room.
  268. 268.
    >Thankfully your weird new hands managed to replicate a middle finger half decently.
  269. 269.
    >With that over with, you continue the letter.
  270. 270.
     
  271. 271.
    >”Now, I have never had a daughter before, so do forgive me if I made any errors in your room decor. I’m going off a series of hunches and inferences here you know!”
  272. 272.
    >It’s like you can almost hear the smug enjoyment in his voice.
  273. 273.
    >He is probably watching you right now, laughing his ass off.
  274. 274.
    >You crane your head around, scowling.
  275. 275.
    >Nothing /looks/ like Discord in disguise.
  276. 276.
    >Then again, if it’s a disguise, it shouldn’t be easy to tell if it is a disguise.
  277. 277.
    >Maybe you have something of a paranoia problem.
  278. 278.
    >But you can focus on your slipping sanity later, you’ve got more pressing issues.
  279. 279.
    >Like, where the fuck are you right now?
  280. 280.
    >Where did Discord live again?
  281. 281.
    >Your room conveniently lacks any windows.
  282. 282.
    E: “Oh come the fuck on Dad!”
  283. 283.
    >Discord’s voice echoes in your head, because why not add on to horrible things about being here right now?
  284. 284.
    >”Now, now Eris, that’s no way to speak to your father! You’re lucky I even let you keep the ability to swear!”
  285. 285.
    E: “Well, if you’re /so/ offended by it, why let me keep it?”
  286. 286.
    >Oh fuck you sound like a bratty preteen right now.
  287. 287.
    >Note to self, do not, you repeat, do not allow yourself to slip into such behavior.
  288. 288.
    >”Well, I’m sure you’ll find something fun with the capability down the line, so why not?”
  289. 289.
    >You roll your eyes.
  290. 290.
    >Something that you feel is going to be a very common thing for you now.
  291. 291.
     
  292. 292.
    >At least your bed is soft.
  293. 293.
    >Granted that’s a shitty silver lining right about now, but that’s all you’ve got.
  294. 294.
    >As you lie down in it, you can’t help but look over your body.
  295. 295.
    >It’s so unnatural.
  296. 296.
    >Granted, that’s the point, but you don’t have to appreciate that.
  297. 297.
    >What the hell are you going to do with yourself?
  298. 298.
    >What the hell are you going to do about “Dad”?
  299. 299.
    >What /can/ you do?
  300. 300.
    >Not much, at least, not much you can see.
  301. 301.
    >Discord chose you why exactly?
  302. 302.
    >Because you sometimes get your kicks on being a dick?
  303. 303.
    >So what?
  304. 304.
    >Why not get some anarchist?
  305. 305.
    >Or just about anyone who actually revels in chaos.
  306. 306.
    >You’re just a hobbyist at most.
  307. 307.
    >But, that was apparently exactly what Discord wanted in their child, because here you are.
  308. 308.
    >How old even are you?
  309. 309.
    >Where the hell are you?
  310. 310.
    >Why did it have to be fucking pink?
  311. 311.
    >Your mind is swimming with questions.
  312. 312.
    >So, you decide to answer the with a big fuck you by going to sleep.
  313. 313.
    >Do Draconequus need sleep?
  314. 314.
    >Who the fuck cares, you’re doing it anyways.
  315. 315.
     
  316. 316.
    >Turns out you can and do sleep.
  317. 317.
    >That's nice, sleep is a damn good time sink.
  318. 318.
    >When you wake up, you notice you've been covered by a blanket.
  319. 319.
    >You had just kind of fell asleep on top of the bed, not really covering yourself.
  320. 320.
    >Did Discord do this?
  321. 321.
    >Who else would have?
  322. 322.
    >At least he isn't being a complete ass about all of this.
  323. 323.
    >Once you feel at least somewhat awake, you reach over for your phone to check the time.
  324. 324.
    >But, no phone.
  325. 325.
    E: “Riiight…”
  326. 326.
    >You sigh softly, laying back down.
  327. 327.
    >Equestria doesn't have iPhones.
  328. 328.
    >It's an obvious statement when you think about it, but in the moment you weren't thinking about that.
  329. 329.
    >However, there is /one/ more silver lining that you see.
  330. 330.
    >It even puts a small grin on your face.
  331. 331.
    >No work to get up and go to.
  332. 332.
    >You throw your blanket back over your body.
  333. 333.
    >Why the hell wouldn't you get more sleep?
  334. 334.
    >Sleep fucking rocks.
  335. 335.
     
  336. 336.
    >Your second round of sleep goes a little quicker.
  337. 337.
    >In all honesty you weren't even that tired when you went back to sleep in the first place.
  338. 338.
    >So it's not all that surprising you only slept for…
  339. 339.
    >Well, you aren't sure how long, but it felt short.
  340. 340.
    >As you sit up, you notice another letter.
  341. 341.
    >What, does Discord just come in whenever you're asleep?
  342. 342.
    >Do they even come in at all?
  343. 343.
    >That's two more questions for your running list.
  344. 344.
    >You'll have to write these down soon, but first, might as well read your note.
  345. 345.
    >”Dear Eris, I'm sure you're wondering when you'll get to leave your room.”
  346. 346.
    >Honestly, that's not your biggest concern right now, but it is a decent one.
  347. 347.
    >”Seeing as how unadjusted you are, it would be cruel to simply throw you into social interaction and the like! Thus, you'll be staying at home for a while.”
  348. 348.
    >It's not like you expected much in terms of personal freedom anyways.
  349. 349.
    >But, how long /is/ it going to take?
  350. 350.
    >You aren't exactly eager to go out and socialize, but being cooped up in here forever doesn't sound all that appealing.
  351. 351.
     
  352. 352.
    >While you are in here though, you had best make the most of it.
  353. 353.
    >Surely there's something in here to keep you occupied.
  354. 354.
    >You start rummaging around in drawers and the like, looking for anything.
  355. 355.
    >So far no luck.
  356. 356.
    >It almost looks like other than furniture the room is empty.
  357. 357.
    >That just won't do.
  358. 358.
    >You /need/ to have something to do.
  359. 359.
    >You can already feel the cabin fever setting in.
  360. 360.
    >That or the boredom.
  361. 361.
    >Or both!
  362. 362.
    E: “Um… Dad? You wouldn't happen to have forgotten, y’know, entertainment did you?”
  363. 363.
    >Silence is all that greets you.
  364. 364.
    >Because when you want to talk, of course he isn't here!
  365. 365.
    >Feeling more than a little upset, you sit back down on your bed.
  366. 366.
    >Just now do you notice the book on your nightstand.
  367. 367.
    >Has it been there this whole time or did Discord just now put it there?
  368. 368.
    >Doesn't matter, it's something to do.
  369. 369.
     
  370. 370.
    >You grab the book, grasping it eagerly with your hand.
  371. 371.
    >Claw? Talon?
  372. 372.
    >Whatever, it's, for all extensive purposes, a hand.
  373. 373.
    >”A Condensed History of Chaos: Vol. I”
  374. 374.
    >What did you expect from Discord?
  375. 375.
    >Of course this would be the book you get.
  376. 376.
    >You're half tempted to just toss it aside, but it is something to do.
  377. 377.
    >So you start reading.
  378. 378.
    >The book is exactly what the cover said.
  379. 379.
    >It's a recounting of chaotic events all told in anecdotal form.
  380. 380.
    >Based on the writing style alone you could confidently assume Discord wrote this.
  381. 381.
    >How much free time does he have on his hands anyways to be able to do stuff like this?
  382. 382.
    >Yet another question for the list.
  383. 383.
    >All things considered, the book is a relatively good read so far.
  384. 384.
    >It's not difficult to comprehend, and admittedly Discord does have a fun style of humor in his narration.
  385. 385.
    >You've chuckled a decent bit so far in this first chapter alone.
  386. 386.
    >Not bad, not bad at all.
  387. 387.
     
  388. 388.
    >”And it was then, that due to a simple swapping of plates at a dinner, that a deep resentment grew in the two warlords. Now, for warlords, they had waged very little war for a /long/ time. Thankfully, something so simple was able to fix that!”
  389. 389.
    >You’ve lost track of time as you begin Chapter Four of the book.
  390. 390.
    >This one is on “Murphy’s Law and You! How The Worst Thing Can Be the Best!”
  391. 391.
    >Like how with these two rival clans, everything went absolutely wrong, starting with a mix up at a meal, and ending with both clans being wiped out.
  392. 392.
    >Pretty metal shit for some fucking ponies.
  393. 393.
    >But, as you’ve come to learn through these three and a half chapters of content, there have been countless historical events never even touched by the show.
  394. 394.
    >Discord’s seen it all, well mostly.
  395. 395.
    >Their scope is far from infinite, but they have a rather /unique/ window into the world.
  396. 396.
    >Something in you relates to how Discord views things in this.
  397. 397.
    >Like, normally you wouldn’t find the accidental death of a warlord’s spouse while visiting a rival clan anything other than another bit of tragic history.
  398. 398.
    >But there’s some beauty in the irony of all of this.
  399. 399.
    >Both sides were trying to make things right, and it only got worse and worse!
  400. 400.
    >It actually coaxes a loud laugh from you.
  401. 401.
    >The hearty laugh throws you off, it was so… energetic.
  402. 402.
    >Suddenly feeling weird, you set the book aside.
  403. 403.
    >You’ve had enough.
  404. 404.
    >You do however quickly slide one of Discord’s notes into the book to keep your place.
  405. 405.
    >You’ve had enough… for /now/.

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