Magic Mishaps

Storm Scroll (Black-light)

“Are you serious?” Storm asked the ponified figure standing, or rather sitting in this little cramped space with him. “Do you mean to tell me that you followed me all the way from Earth? How did Luna not vanquish your sorry ass?” he asked the pony.

A visually equivalent pony to Storm sat across from him. Another grey pegasus stallion with a black mane and tail with the same scroll shape clipping masked with a lightning sky on his flank smiled in the luminescent light in the tunnel. He would be an exact copy, but his eyes were a different color. Instead of the red color Storm had, this stallion had dark eyes. “I was in your mind the entire time, you idiot. Why wouldn’t I follow you? Nowhere else to go.”

“Please, you could have taken my human body or something.” Storm scoffed at his copy.

The copy just shook his head and laughed. “No. There is nobody left for you on that world. You melted into the portal. Do you not remember having your entire body inside of the portal, while you only had one hand sticking out, while you tried to Skype Nick?”

“I hoped that was a hallucination or something.” Storm said. The copy didn’t even blink, and looked over the mindscape, which had not reverted back to the peaceful plains or anything. “I really dont want to be a pony right now.”

“Thats surprising.” the copy nodded. “Most bronies would jump at the chance of being a pony.” he continued to stare at the environment, which was starting to fizzle out and fade to white, although slowly. “Well, you did only start watching the show to rid yourself of me.” he smiled some more, trying to unnerve Storm.

“No, I started watching My Little Pony because I am open minded, and I love my sister, and wanted to spend Saturday morning seven A.M. with her watching the television.” Storm closed his eyes, and the world went completely pitch black. “You just wanted to boost your ego with thinking I wanted to kill you. You actually knew the answer this whole time and lied to yourself about it.”

“Yeah whatever.” the copy said, forming a bit of illumination around himself. All it really did was make it so he was visible, as the terrain didn’t exist. He had nowhere near the mental strength it would take to control Storm’s mind completely, and even doing that was a lot. Storm opened his eyes, and the world turned back into the hill, and the blank fakicorns were replaced with random ponies.

“So, Violent Me, why exactly did you show yourself here?” Storm asked. It was a completely legitimate question, and the copy, apparently named Violent, didn’t really have an answer. He was actually surprised he was allowed to have a mental-physical form. Storm had no dreams on earth, and Violent didn’t have a body as an effect. Well, a body that was his own. The only thing making this body his was the change in eye color, and Storm could probably change that to that of a clown if he wanted. “Not going to answer?” Storm asked.

“You should know.” Violent said. “And could you change my name to Violence? Calling me violent sounds off.”

“No.”

“Fine then.” Violent said.

“So Violence,” Storm began/trolled, “I want to ask you if something is possible here.”

“I will not help you.” Violence said. “But I will thank you for giving me a name that sounds correct in context. It makes me feel better.” to show his point, Violence placed a hoof on his chest, where his heart would be. If he had a heart, that it. He was just a bunch of imagination dust right now.

“Since you’re useless, I will just ignore what you do.” Storm said, as he made a little mental cage for Violence to play an Xbone in. Whatever shut him up was for the best. Storm looked at his mental world, and make a castle appear with a thought. Because Storm was the individual he was, he made it be constructed by ponies moving at lego game build speed. The process looked like the process it took to renovate the first courtesan building in Assassins Creed: Brotherhood. The magic carpet lifted him up, and he flew into the building, Violence in tow. Storm wouldn’t really leave him out of the fun.

Storm looked at his mental castle, and marveled at how nice it looked. It looked pretty sinister looking, but it also had a regal air to it. It was silverish, and it looked more fortified than anything. Every single brick had runes from a language he sees whenever he plays a magic based anime game involving swords. The runes glowed slightly, and the castle looked rather nice from a distance (which he suddenly teleported to).

Fireworks were needed in it, but that was a question for another time. After moving back to one of the entrances to the castle, which had two guards, he walked into a marvelous courtyard with guards, resting builders, maidens, and whatever else you would find in a slightly open courtyard. Plants that looked like a Japanese gardener poured his life work into it adjourned every path and completely took up the areas not designed for walking. Violence looked up from his Titanfall, and gasped slightly. “Many amaze.”

Storm looked passively at the castle, and walked in through some doors. A large hallway, with plenty of rooms that looked like entrances to more hallways than anything else met his gave. Along the walls in between the various doors, moving pictures (or television screens) showed many moments from his childhood. Well, only the bits he remembered. They were, for some reason, ponified. He didn’t like that, so he changed the videos to some cinematic art and a few other things, like forests or abstract art. It was all pretty nice, actually.

He checked a random room, and saw a dungeon with a beat up looking stallion. “This kingdom was literally built five minutes ago. Why is he even in here?” Storm asked himself. He wasn’t expecting an answer. Storm slinked out of the room and left the stallion.

“That was messed up, bro.” Violence said. “You should have killed or released him.”

Storm ignored him, and looked through the halls for more stuff. “Onward, BITCH!”

Midnight Scroll (Trondason)

Midnight Scroll walked away from Sweet Apple Acres and faintly noted that it was nearing sunset, then he checked his pocket dimension pouch thing, and counted bits in there. About one hundred or so. He looked directly at the sun, wondering if it would do that weird thing it did on the first day. Not seeing it, he continued on his way. He got relative information that he could use in the near future, and that was good enough. He had no more reason to stay there.

Midnight looked over at a street, and saw there was a pony hiding there and watching him. He made sure to keep an eye on his back. Faking ignorance, Midnight walked around that block, and made sure to stay away from that entire second block. Aside from that creepy pony, everything was nice. Nearing the end of the day, there were plenty of foals running around, getting into god knows what. He was surprised he hadn't met Pinkie yet, as she is supposedly all over these sorts of situations.

He saw plenty of ponies that he recognized, including Lyra, Bon Bon, Carrot Top, Bulk Biceps, Derpy, Time Turner, Dinky and Roseluck. He knew he would have to be careful when taking with them. Almost all of them have multiple names and such; like how Bon Bon is Sweetie Drop, Bulk Biceps might be named Snowflake here, Derpy is named Ditzy, and not to mention Time Turner!

That last one might not be real, but if Midnight saw a ‘Police Public Call Box’, he was going to lose his shit. Thinking about it, that could be a nice way to get home if the pony tardis can travel around that much. Or it could be bound to a pony-verse version of Dr. Who. Again, assuming Time Turner is the doctor, and not a sand timer maker or something.

Midnight knew where he was going anyway. Well, the actual direction was unknown to him, but he had a pretty good guess. Besides, even if he did get lost, he would have some familiarity with where he was. He just hoped he didn’t end up walking around another confusing house. The destination was a motel or something. If it housed well, and was pretty cheap, it would do.

He wandered around for about half an hour, trying his best to look like a pony who knew where he was going, and eventually, after becoming accustomed with the town, he finally found a motel. It was a pretty nice thing, and it looked to be within his price range. Actually, it was within his price range, as evidenced by a window with the price in it, that he just noticed. He only hoped it wasn’t an old paper.

He walked inside the motel, which unsurprisingly had an interior the shape of a horseshoe, and looked to the rows of apartment things, all one story, and noticed how different it looked from the rest of the town. The only living quarters that looked like it was a part of Ponyville unsurprisingly stood apart from the rest, and there was even a little manager sign on the little glass window with the little slot on it that rested next to the housing quarters. Midnight walked over to that window, and looked around for indication of what he should do.

He saw a sign that said to ring a bell, an arrow pointing to a bell that was not easy to find at all without the arrow, and then he ringed said bell, which instead of ringing, let down a slip of paper which he read. ”Thank you for ringing the bell.” he read aloud. “Now, after reading this, put the paper back where it belongs, and ring the second bell that the arrow on this slip points to.” Midnight looked at the arrow, wondered what the hell was wrong with ponies, and rang the second bell.

“I’m coming!” a female voice called out. Hooves clopping on wood could be heard getting closer to Midnight, and eventually an earth pony mare with orange eyes, a light red mane and tail, blue fur, and a cutie mark that looked like vines forming an indescribable shape walked towards the glass, then pulled the glass to the side, and placed the upper half of her body through the newly formed opening. “Hello.” she said.

“Um… Hi.” Midnight said. “I’d like to rent a room if one is available.” her eyes shot figurative, and non violent or hate filled lasers at Midnight, and he knew that a room was in fact empty from that. It was indescribable in mere words, as even he didn’t know how he knew.

“I have a room.” she said, the lasers disappearing. At least this wasn’t as bad as Twilight’s rape face. she reached her hoof under the counter she was currently on, made a jingle sign, and pulled up a key, and placed it on the counter. “For one night, seven bits. For a week, forty nine bits. For a month, ninety bits.” she said. “It used to cost more, but I don't pay taxes.” she clearly joked. Midnight reached into the bag, pulled out exactly ninety bits, which surprised him some, and handed the bits to the mare. They swapped the currency for key, and she pointed him in the direction of his room. “It’s the one next to the entrance. The undecorated one with the number three on it.”

Midnight thanked her, walked over to the room, opened the door and thanked whatever god lives in this dimension for how comfortable this looked. The room was an appropriate color, tan, filled with some furniture that is a darker color. Midnight didn’t really know what was up with all the tan, but the room was so comfortable looking, that he couldn’t object. He hopped onto the huge bed, which split into two smaller beds once he jumped on the center of the two, and he now lie on the floor.

Midnight pulled himself up, regained his pride, and walked over to a mirror. Once there, he put pulled the saddle bag off his sides, set it on the little table-desk, and reached inside. After a moment of reaching around, his hoof tapped something, and he pulled on it with his little telekinetic grip thing. It was a bunch of bits, so he made to count them all. It would be nice to know how much he had to budget and such.

He counted ten bits.

He wasn’t sure what that could buy, but he knew it wasn’t enough. He would have to get the more money, and the fastest way right now would be to get the rest of the money from the other bag. Luckily, it was still somewhat sunny out, so a visit should not be interrupted. He was planning on going anyway. He slipped the bits back in his bags, pulled his magic book out, and started on his way.

Storm Scroll

Storm liked the throne room.

It was huge, clean, and laced with gold. A huge carpet took up all the place minus the stairs to the throne, and the isle leading to the throne was an ivory color. There were floating wraiths resembling DARKPHANTOM13’s avatar just floating in random places in the room, and invisible monsters lurking around wherever they wouldn’t raise suspicion. The caged version of Storm just looked around, thinking of what he could change.

“A little blood here.” a wall became bloodstained. “Some Alduin,” miniature versions of the horrific black dragon appeared throughout the room, probably around the whole castle. “Some knowledge,” a library appeared, and it blended into the wall it was attached to. Then blood came from it. “And some-”

“No.” Storm said as everything changed to normal. Well, the dragons and books stayed, but the blood was gone. “You have no power here.” As soon as he said that, he commanded the dragons to attack blank fakicorn creatures that appeared in the room. It was an epic battle. The fakicorns pulled out swords of various shapes, sizes, and materials. The dragons roasted some, but others figured out what to do, and dodged or killed their attackers before they could attack. One such fakicorn had already killed an Alduin on it’s own, and was currently taking on another.

Midnight summoned some tea, while Violence got served some… Red tea that he insisted was blood. It was really tea. He also tried to eat some meat, but threw it up. “We can't eat meat…”

“What?” Storm asked. He looked from the pile of puke on the floor to his tea, then a servant thing came over and cleaned it up. “At least I have tea.”

“Luna’s coming.” Violence said. Then he, the violence, and some random things disappeared, as the princess of the night materialized inside the throne room. She looked up towards Storm, who was sitting on the throne with a red and black crown on his head, then she cringed. “Hello.” he said.

“You look like a pony We haven’t thought about in some time.” she said. “We don’t really like to think of him.” she said, as Storm fought with every urge he had to not make Sombra appear along his mindscape. That was obviously who she was referring to. Or not, but how many stallions have thrones, crowns and this color scheme? That appeared on show, of course.

“Okay. You left me to like… A million nightmares just now. I kinda got them out of control, but there were blank demons being killed by alduin copies and such. And Chris Walker. So yeah, there was stuffs here.” he said monotonously, leaving out alter egos and penis statues.

“I am sorry.” she said, then joked a little bow. She joked, although she was seriously saddened by this. This was technically her domain, and she was more powerful here than she would let anypony know, and nightmares were her enemy.

“Dont worry about it. I handled it.” Storm said as he summoned a nice and big throne for Luna. “Take a seat so we can talk about stuff.” he said. She took a seat, and found that is was very comfortable. As she sat down, it changed from a big chair to a couch that looked made into a throne. It was red and black, like everything in the room, huge, and had her marks on it. “So, what do you want to talk about?” he asked. “I am in a coma, so I don’t really have anything new to talk about.”

Luna however had something of much interest to say, as evidenced by the twinkle in her eyes. “I actually have something.” she said. “I cannot help you with your healing over this distance, but I can still wake you up, as your wounds are healed enough for consciousness. Still, you will be unable to leave the hospital.” she said.

“Will I be able to walk and move around?” Storm asked. He didn’t care about flying and such at the moment. If he could walk, he would be fine. He didn’t exactly grow up with wings on his back after all, not like he would say that to Luna right now. He’s not an idiot.

“You can walk, but not much. You are to stay confined in bed until you heal completely, or I have enough time to come to you myself, although I doubt I will.” she said, as an image appeared on top of her head. A seal made of wax, shaped like a half sun, half crescent moon. “I have sent my sister’s scribe with this symbol and a letter saying you are to stay.” she was pretty stern about this. It was almost as if she knew he was going to leave at the moment he woke up, if he was feeling up to it. Was she able to…

“Just how long have you been looking around in my thoughts, Princess?” Storm asked. It didn’t have any emotion or venom in it. Just accusations in it. In truth, he should have seen this coming, but that still didn’t mean he wouldn't question it. It was his personal business after all.

“We didn’t read thine mind!” she countered. She might have just yelled ‘OBJECTION!’ right then and there, because that was what it felt like. “Well… Not on purpose, we meant.” she looked upwards, at the floating image still above her head, and waved it into nonexistence with her hoof. Storm raised an eyebrow. “Due to the time we hath spent here, we pick up signals of some thoughts and such.” she said. “Also, you are easy for us to read.” she mumbled.

“What was that last bit?”

“Tis nothing, ignore it.” she dismissed the argument. Unfortunately for her, she was in the mind of a guy who doesn't like being left out of loops. He was thinking about assaulting her ears with the words ‘Tell me!’, but something happened then and there. The world literally spoke.

“Sup, bro.”

Before he had the chance to scream, Luna silenced his mind with a look, and she continued what she had to say. She was probably wasting time here anyways. “You need to wake up. I only came here so I could tell you what awaits you upon waking. Luckily for you, your mind is healed enough. Just wait for your body, my little pony.”

“You keep switching between old and new… This language.” before Luna could say anything, both he and she were gone, and he woke up. Upon waking, he was greeted by a face. “Trondason!”

Midnight Scroll!

Midnight had made it to the hospital, got his slip with no commotion, and headed up to where Storm was. Well, his name was Jay, but Storm is what he would call himself now. In truth, Midnight was not aware that he would wake up, so he sat next to his bed (which he was moved into, he now has a cleaner room), and read the book about magic.

About a minute and a half into the book, he has only seen trivial history, and much of it didn’t make sense. It wasn’t as though it was giving different information than he would have expected, but this was a magic book, not a history text. Most of the spells had no significance to the history mentioned. Why was there a story on Windigos, but a spell on creating a disorientating flash of light? That spell has no mention in the history story. Actually, skimming through at only spells, he figured that all of the spells were just all common things. Handy, but common.

“Trondason!” the weak voice of Storm almost yelled. This caused Midnight to jump in his seat, clearly surprised, and the book flew through the air. He caught it with his magic, so no harm done to it. Midnight found it odd that Storm would persistently call him that. “You won't believe what happened to me.”

“Surprised to see you awake already. I wasn’t expecting you to wake up for another couple days at least.” he said, still a bit shocked, but not much. “You got mangled by a Manticore, I was sorta there for that.” Midnight quipped.

“No. Well yeah.” he visibly shuddered slightly. Only slightly. Then he twitched a bit. “But after that, in dream world, I met Luna and she sort of healed me and woke me up.” Storm said, then he looked at the book that was no longer suspended in the air. “That the magic book?”

“It’s A magic book. Got it from Twilight’s while you were out. But that’s less important. Please tell me you didn’t saw anything stupid to the princess. Don’t want you going to a asylum or anything.”

“Naw.” he rubbed his mane with his hoof, almost as if to check if it were really there. “I wouldn’t do that.” he paused. “Yet.” he muttered. Midnight didn’t hear that, and he cursed his unicorn ears.

“Your first reaction to me was accusing me of summoning you from another world. AFTER threatening me with a rock.” He stated flately. “Anyways, while you have been out, I have been busy building our cover story, since no-one would believe our real one. My name is Midnight Scroll, and your Storm Scroll. We’re brothers.”

“I miraculously came up with the name ‘Storm Scroll’ myself. I also started calling myself that mentally, and I have nearly successfully convinced myself that my previous life never happened. I didn’t completely forget, but the information is deep in there.” he said, then quickly added, “What is our story, though.”

“I purposefully left if vague, in case future incident requires us to change something. We were born in Manehatten, but have been traveling around for a fair bit.”

“Is that all, or do you have some Ideas to pitch?” Storm asked. In truth, Midnight has entertained some ideas for various pasts, from abusive parents, to just dead ones, and several other pasts. But like he said, he decided not to chose any particular past in favor of leaving it vague, so he has options in case he accidentally slipped some detail he shouldn’t have. “Like I said, I left things vague. I have several ideas for different back-stories, but we shouldn’t really pick one incase we accidently slip some info we shouldn’t, that doesn’t fit with our fabricated back-story.”

“Alright. So back story and why we left.” he muttered to himself, although it was audible. “Would me not knowing how to fly be a part of this?” he asked. “Because I’m not sure if that’s a thing.”

“It could be, but I would rather if we keep that little piece of information to ourselves if possible. Pegasi more likely than not love flying as a rule, and one who somehow grew up without ever learning would hint at some tragedy in their past preventing them from learning. While it might be handy for momentary getting them off our backs, we would get a lot of sympathy and worry from them, them wanting to find out more about what happened, and would just be generally an inconvenience.”

“We should still have something. Ponies not giving out that sort of information might be passed on for some time, but there are bound to be some that become too much of a burden.” he thought about that for a moment, and Midnight noticed the book was turned to a spell, but kept his attention on Storm. “So yeah, lets just have something, should the situation arise or some shit.”

“I never said that we wouldn’t give out info when asked, I said we would keep it vague. Answer the question, without really answering the question. We have the basis as is, we are from Manehatten, and we traveled a lot. As is, we  can excuse us having information about places we have seen in the show, while also not having intimate knowledge of anywhere in particular. Yeah, we were born in Manehatten, but we left when we were young, exact age not stated, meaning we could have very well forgotten most of the stuff we might have ever learned there. We have this basis, and build as necessary. If for some reason the information that you can’t fly gets out, we will come up with why then. For example, non-pegasus parents meaning they could never teach you, and various other circumstances have kept you from learning from other individuals. But, it would be better if it didn’t come to that, for then we have extra information we will have to stick to in all future interactions.”

“Okay.” Storm said. “So what happened with you? You mentioned Twilight earlier.” he tilted his head to the side. Midnight didn’t really know why.

“Well, after I woke up and checked out of the hospital, I made my way over to Twilight’s Library for a magic book. Some creepy interactions there, then with book in my possession, I headed over to Sweet Apple Acres to thank Applejack for saving our lives. I spent some time there, drinking non-alcoholic cider, and talking, her being curious about our past. That’s when I made up most of the stuff I told you earlier. Anyways, with that done, I got us a motel room to stay in. Or mostly me I guess, you're staying here till you're better, then after that, I don’t know what we will do.”

“Excellent…” Storm said, still doing whatever he was doing with his head. “Did you get thrown a welcome party?” he asked. That was an interesting question, as Pinkie Pie was the one all over new ponies and the welcome parties and such.

“Believe it or not, I haven’t seen hide or tail of that pink mare today. Rather surprising in fact, but I guess she is just one mare, and can’t be everywhere.”

“Or she felt you when you came in town, but we were unconscious, and she still thinks we are.” that actually made some sense.

“That’s a possibility, I guess. Do you want something to eat or anything? I could see if I can get you some food, if you're allowed food that is.”

“No thank you, you should head home. It is getting dark out.” Midnight looked outside, and saw the moon rising up from the horizon. It was instantly night. “I stand corrected, it is night.”

“Huh, it’s harder to judge time of day by the sun here. With how it’s setting and rising are rather quick compared to the rest of it’s cycle. But yeah, I should go to my room and hit the hay.” he chuckled. Horse puns. “You get healthy now, I will come see you again tomorrow at some time.” he said, then he moved to leave. “See ya.” he said.

“Adieu Amigo.” Storm said his farewell as Midnight left and went home. As he left, aside from his ‘bro’, the only thoughts on his mind was ‘Mixing french and spanish.” Shaking his head, a smirk on his face, he left the hospital, and went to the motel.