The Light of a Disco

"Discord."

"Yes?" Discord continued to tie Disaster to a chair.

"You are failing miserably to tie a not."

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing."

"Well that's another thing. Most kidnappers put tape or somethin' over their victims mouth."

"Be quiet! I'm using you for ransom. Now hold still, I've almost got it. Also, would you prefer chocolate milk or cotton candy shoved down your throat?"

"Fuck this." Disaster jumped out of the chair and got his laptop.

"What are you doing?"

"Sending you back." Disaster opened Google Chrome and went to his story page.

"You can't do that! I'm out of the story, you can't control me!" Discord snapped the laptop out of Disaster's hands. "Plus, I said I'd write the next chapter.

"This is the next chapter."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Alright, now let me ask again; chocolate milk or cotton candy?" Discord finally managed to tie a square not. (The most simple not)

"Or."

"That's not an option. It's either chocolate milk or cotton candy!"

"And I chose or, man. Get with it, you're supposed to be Lord of Chaos."

"Would you like me to shove roller blades up yo—"

"HANDS IN THE AIR. THIS IS THE FBI!" A man said. Sirens, helicopters, cars, men saying "hut hut hut"; that's all they could really hear.

"You should probably get back in the story." Disaster suggested.

"Nah." Discord snapped his fingers causing the FBI to teleport away.

"They could have had your money, you know."

"Yes, but I can't type with such loud noises."

"Well just to let you know, I'm gonna be nagging about all of your grammar mistakes."

"Or not." Discord snapped ducktape over Disaster's mouth. "Alright, now let's get typin'!"

Where The FBI Went

" 'Happy birthday Chanel'?" The man turned around, only to witness his worst nightmare. "No... no. Not 'My Little Pony'! Why glob!? Why-hy-hy!?"

"I like that show!"

"Shut the fuck up."