It's Out Of My Hands, I'm Only A Clock...
Two Forces; Harmony and Disharmony constantly wage war over one another. It is uncertain to know who wins and who loses, but most are sure that Harmony is in the lead. With the deity of Chaos tamed by Harmony most believe now that Harmony has won this fight.
And they were right.
But in order for Harmony and order to exist, there must be Disharmony and chaos making it go amuck. What if Chaos and Disharmony came not in the body of a Draconequus, but two different ponies? What if those ponies were heading to Ponyville to meet with each other? What if they were lovers?
What if one wanted to get creative...
And the other one constantly looked at the time?
"I believe it's time wouldn't you agree?"
"To get creative? I see what you mean!"
"Time to go out and about and see the sun!"
"To laugh and play!"
"To have some fun..."
Today in Ponyville was not like the rest. The sky was sunny and clear, then suddenly a platoon of black storm clouds swept over the little settlement. The rain poured down hard, striking those unfortunate enough to be outside. While everypony ran inside for shelter, only two stayed outside, and walked in the rain.
A mare, who had dress had on it sewn oranges with smiling faces, and a colorful under-trim. It was snow-white, and it was only ruined by the reddish brown stains that covered the collar. Her hooves were covered in, what most would think, black fish-net stockings when in fact it was actually ink flowing down her legs, and her mane was an absolute mess, with rainbow like hair frizzed about.
And a stallion, who wore a sweater coat with a yellow bow tie that had small, thin red lines going down it. On his face was red stripe going across, and looking as though they ended in hands, like that on a clock. His cutie-mark was strange as well, being a clock with something red dripping from it. His forehooves had white bands around them, similar to those you would find on a suit. His mane was two toned, with some of it blue and some of it yellow. He had a small goatee, with thick sideburns.
Together, they both had smiles on their faces, but unlike a smile that Pinkie Pie would have, their smiles were anything but friendly.
"What should we do today, Dear?" The mare asked, her smile seeming to grow even more.
"Hmm... Maybe we should teach?" He replied after a short thought.
"I was thinking we could be creative..." The mare said in an almost orgasmic way. Her inky legs slid on the ground closer to the stallion who only chuckled.
"Now, now. We still need more time. After all, we have all the time in the world..." He said with a little wink as he reached behind himself. The mare only giggled before taking a pencil concealed in her inky hoof and stabbed him in the chest. The stallion pulled a sword, in a similar fashion to a rapier, and thrust it through her slender neck. All the while they both smiled at each other before pulling out their respective weapons.
Yet there was no blood.
"I love you, Clock." The mare said
"I love you too, Notepad." Clock said back.
While the two ponies walked across town in the welt-causing rain, six friends sat inside of the library, discussing an important event.
Secrets. Deep, dark secrets.
"C'mon Flutters! You need to have a secret!" Dash said pulling her closer. Fluttershy only squeaked at the movement and attempted to break her friends strong grip.
"Rainbow Dash!" Rarity yelled, "If Fluttershy doesn't want to reveal her secret to us, then she doesn't have to!" She said using her magic to break her grip. Fluttershy immediately flew out of her arms and to the door, apologizing for not participated.
"I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me!" She said as she opened the door only to bump into somepony. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" She whimpered.
"Now, now..." Clock said. "No time for mucking around..."
"That's right!" Notepad said beside him. "I can see, you're all quiet bored, so I think it's time get creative!"
"Not yet, deary," Clock chided, putting a hoof on her head. "We don't have time to be creative."
Notepad lost her smile instantly and stabbed her pencil through his eye. "I want to be creative!"
As Clock pulled pencil out of his eye, he saw Notepad walk up to the six, now frightened, ponies inside. The red stripe one his face ticked into place at what would be nine past three and his cutie-mark the same. "Oh, I suppose we have time..."
Notepad looked at them with a doll-like smile before putting her hoof on her chin. "Hmmm... what do you think we should do, Clock?" She called back to him. With the pencil finally removed, and his eye still intact somehow, he only did the same movement.
"How about a poem?" He suggested.
"Oh! Oh!" Pinkie jumped in the air, seemingly forgetting what happened, "I got one! Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem doesn't rhyme, salsa! Hehehehehahahaha!"
Clock and Notepad both looked at each other before giving off an unnerving smile.
"Roses are red..."
"Violets are blue..."
"I can't tell, but..."
In their hooves they held together a still beating heart...
"Doesn't this belong to you?"
Pinkie suddenly felt... cold, as she stared at the heart. Looking down at her chest, she saw a the gaping hole where her heart would be. She didn't feeling any pain, she didn't shed a tear, she only looked at the hole as blood, her blood, seeped out of her chest. She looked back up at them and shook her head.
They only nodded back and, as one entity, crushed her heart in their hooves. The five others stared in fear and shock. Pinkie suddenly blinked, and snorted out air through her nose, she blinked faster as if she was trying to clear her vision. She sat down shaking her head.
"I'm going to bed guys... see... s-see you in th-the mornin'..." She said woozily, as she collapsed on the floor. But her eyes didn't close, and she lost the color in her skin, making her coat more white than pink.
"I guess her time was up..." Clock said, wiping his hooves on the carpet.
"She just wasn't creative enough..." Notepad chided, as the blood seeped into her inky hooves.
As they turned to leave, Notepad started to sing just a little tune.
"Now let's all agree, to never be, creative again..." And as soon as her tail vanished from the doorway and the door itself closed, the six friends woke up on the floor still in the circle that they were in. The only difference?
A pair of inky hoof prints along the floor boards...
Author's Note
Oh god why
I Use My Hair To Express Myself!
Twilight and the rest of her friends stared at each other for the longest time that they could've ever remembered. They remembered a strange mare and a strange stallion walking in, then the mare said she wanted to be creative. When the stallion suggested a poem, everything went down under.
They remembered that Pinkie had jumped at the opportunity, and then...
Rarity quickly stood up to find the nearest garbage can, Fluttershy shriveled into a ball, Pinkie's mane and tail went flat and her coat went dull, Rainbow started to rock back and forth, Applejack hid her eyes under the rim of her hat. But Twilight's reaction was the most strangest of all, and she quickly wrote a letter to last person in Equestria that show write to.
Discord.
Using her own magic, not bothering to call for Spike, the letter disappeared in pop, and returned just as fast. Quickly she opened the letter and the Draconequus popped out from it.
"Hahahaha! I'm so glad you wrote to me! Now, what is you..." His sentence trailed off as he looked at ponies more closely noticing their frightened expressions. "Want... Twilight, as much as I love getting pranked, and please tell me this, but why do I smell something bad brewing?" He asked, any hint of mockery and irritation gone.
"Sadly... I'm not... You see, a strange mare and stallion came inside today..." She trailed off of her sentence. She looked around at her friends seeing their fear. And she did something that Discord didn't expect.
She latched onto him in a hug and began blubbering in his fur.
"I was so scared! I thought I was next! I mean, I was scared when I fought down you, but you were like a child!" Discord wasn't sure to be insulted by that or not. "I was afraid for my life... when those ponies— no, those things came in and..." She began to cry even more into Discord's chest.
In all honesty, Discord had never really seen Twilight so scared. Then he looked around at the others. They looked to be on the brink of insanity.
"What is that?" Discord pointed to the inky hoof print on the floor. Reaching out he places an eagle talon in it and licked. Despite being immortal, Discord still needed to breathe, so when the air was suddenly stolen out of him, he did the only he could. He grabbed his throat, and began choking. His eyes started to water, he bent over in a silent scream, and he did something that... scared himself...
He grabbed Twilight's neck and pulled, ripping her head off in happiness and relieve. And a voice...
Oh, Gods that voice...
"Someone's being creative again! They must really like to do it!"
He launched from the floor, staring at his hands. Seeing no blood on them, he quickly turned to the other six ponies who were watching him intently. He looked back at his hands, then when he turned again... It scared him even more...
Twilight and Rarity's skulls where protruding from the heads, Fluttershy and Dash's wings were melting right off their skin, and Pinkie and Applejack only shriveled like a rotten apple and began bleeding from different spot from their skin.
"The early bird catches the worm, the one who's late shall house them..."
Discord woke for the second time, and stared at Twilight who was still in his chest, and then looked at the other who were silently staring. He quickly turned back to Twilight. "Quickly," he said breathlessly, "Do something only you would do."
"D-dear Princess Cele-Celestia..."
He quickly wrapped he in a hug as well. "Shh... what you went through nopony— no, no one should ever go through... All of you went through something too, and saw the same thing... What did you see?"
Everyone stared at Pinkie and it was Applejack who spoke first. "We all saw Pinkie die..."
"Yeah," Rainbow wheezed out, "Those ponies did it..."
The rest nodded in silence.
"Chaos..."
"It's creative isn't it?"
"One does not simply have the time to be creative..."
Those voices... Everyone turned their heads towards the door to find the two ponies from before, Clock and Notepad, standing in the doorway.
Discord stared at these ponies... before he snapped his fingers and the six friends, plus himself, disappeared from the room.
"Hmm... we can have fun with those three that drove by on the scooter and the wagon?" Notepad suggested.
"While I would normally reply with something about mucking around, that does sound like a good idea." Clock nodded and stabbed her with his sword while she stabbed with the pencil up the bottom of his chin.
"I love you, Dearest." Clock said
"I love you too, Pookie."
Author's Note
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