Discord's Father

  Discord sat on the sofa watching Angel as he glared back, the rabbit hopped away with a blanket that was meant for the sofa. Discord had fed every animal Fluttershy had, taking care to know if they had water and proper bedding. Once he felt he was sure the couch was a welcomed sight. Slowly letting his lanky body relax, sleep again called to Discord. His body fully form the shape of the couch as his mind drifted off to dream once more.

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  "Hello Discord, did you miss me? No I bet not." The shape in front of him formed from mist.

  "Well you're right about that I don't miss you. Now please leave." Venomously the word dripped from Discord.

  "Now why would I want to do that? You have a nice little setup here cute girl too. Anyway I gotta deal for you." The details became more profound on the figure. A blue button-up over a white shirt. Blue pants and boots covered the lower half of the figure.

  "What? You think I would take a deal from you?" Discord's eyes narrowed, his expression seethed anger towards his father.

  "Ok I tried being nice, but if you are going to be like this why do I even bother with you."

  Discord strained his eyes at his father, his facial features now whole. Pale skin, with some places where the skin looked to be pealing away exposing muscles. The brown eyes cold like ice. The hair was a dirty dark yellow. But his smile was the most chilling feature, it was both threatening and welcoming. He stood at Discord's hight, arms crossed on his chest. "Why do you look like that? Why not show who you really are?"

  "Well I have to say I rather like this meat suit, I think it fits me just great. Wouldn't you agree?" The figure smirked smugly. "But why don't we get down to business, shall we?"

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  "Discord have you fed the animals? I- I mean if you haven't that's ok I can do it." Angel jumped out to see Fluttershy just coming in through the door. She closed the door softly once she saw Discord fast asleep on the couch. Fluttershy smiled noticing the hybrid snoring in what looked like a well deserved rest. How wrong she was. Inside the draconiqui's head a battle raged between himself and his father. If one could see emotions irradiate, they would a mass of black tendrials writhing from Discord's mass. And a sour yellow mist around his father.

  Discord's father just shook his head, his eyes cast down. "You should know I don't lie, because I don't have any reason to. But I guess I'll just have to collect you myself then. I'll see you soon I guess." A smile crept on the figure's face, Discord only recoiled at  the notion. As sudden as it began the dream ended.

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  The figure seemed to grow depressed by his son's actions of refusing him. "Why must you make this so difficult? Hmm? At least just listen."

  "Why when all I hear are lies?" Discord shouted back. His body visibly shaking in anger