Chaos And Magic: The TwiCord Collab

Discord was lying back on his Thinking Tree, relaxing after causing some chaos in the marketplace. But suddenly with a small poof, an angelic version of himself appeared before him, complete with a glowing halo and angel wings. The mini Discord then saw the sleeping form of the original Discord and went up and poked him. He opened his eyes to see a mini-him dressed as an angel.

“Oh how nice, a figment of power has gotten lose again. Oh, and without your buddy!”

The angel Discord huffed, “He’s elsewhere, something about a tree.”

“Well no matter, begone,” Discord said, shooing the mini-him with a flick of his wrist.

The angel-him just floated there, unmoving.

“Nope! Got a message for you.”

Discord, intrigued by the thought of a message, got off his Thinking Tree, stroking his beard.

“Hmmm. Last time I listened to myself, I turned half of Canterlot into a waterslide. Ah, what fun that was!” Discord then looked over to mini him. "Alright, lay it on me."

Angel-him, on cue, prodded him with a spear before standing it in a mock salute.

“Hear ye, hear ye. Discord thou are in love with a Princess.”

Discord shrugged in response, interest seemingly fading.

“If you mean Cakebutt, then no. Cross out Moony and Hearts too.”

“There’s Twilight,” suggested the angel-him.

Discord poofed in a purple pony plush complete with poseable wings and legs.

“So? I spend time with her, we’re friends. And since when do I give love advice to myself?”

“Since, right now,” answered angel-Discord. “And on the subject of love, you sneak her presents.”

“Retribution, my little angel.”

“Denial, my little master. You spend time with her.”

“Good friends, my little white one.”

“Denial,” replied angel-Discord while pulling out a oversized piano.

“Shall I sing it?”

“No. Oh goodness, no. Our singing is just dreadful.”

Angel-Discord looked smug.

“So tell her.”

Discord flicked angel-him away, growing annoyed by his 'love' advice.

“Shoo little pest.”

Discord then went back to lying on his Thinking Tree, eyes beginning to close again. But shortly after he did, he suddenly found himself awake in a fancy restaurant, with Twilight sitting across from him, a devil-Discord hovering over her with a large grin.

Angel-Discord and devil-Discord then pulled out instruments, and played, quite loudly, the most horrific sounds imaginable.

“Was this your idea!?” Twilight half yelled with her ears flattened, a frown plastered on her face.

“Nope!” Discord said, raising a paw. “Mini-mes over there did it!”

“Well, could we leave?” Twilight responded, her frown turning into a look of pure annoyance.

“Until they’re convinced we’re together, probably no. I dispel one and another appears! They swarm, you know.”

“So now what?” Twilight tried to ask over the growing noise of two horribly out of tune mini-Discords.

“Pretend date, dear Twilight,” Discord replied.

They both then proceeded to wince as the mini-Discords hit another sour note.

“Maybe they’ll leave if we try that,” Twilight said in agreement.