Chapter 4
FedEx Delivers

You know how many kids act on Christmas, yea the whole up at dawn, stomping around the house, yelling their heads off and diving straight for the tree. At the sight of a certain mustached dracoquness in my room aboard the Enterprise (Yea I know, Captain Kirk and Enterprise. If ‘boldly go’ is said I will jump ship) I did the exact opposite and pulled both pistols out, aimed at his head, and emptied both magazines. Only to have a series of clicks instead of bangs sound off. I stare at them in confusion when he says “Safety’s on.” I face palm but knock my face with one of the pistols instead. “Smooth” he comments.
“Shut up Santa and tell me what’s in the box.” I bark at him while rubbing my snout.
“You have the box openers, find out for yourself.” He says flatly. I approach the box expecting it to explode, “It’ll only nom you.” Discord teases.
“Fine, but it’d better be good.” I tell him as I use a claw to cut the tape on the top side of the box open. Inside are things that make feel like a kid locked inside of a toy and candy store. I pull out a black felt top hat with a black velvet band around the base and a pair of silver goggles with a dark green tint glass around the middle of the hat, a pair of chrome tinted aviators, a silver and grey pinstripe vest, a simple black belt, and a pair of cargo pants that kept changing colors. “Hey, what’s with the pants changing colors?”
“Oh, those are Mood PantsTM.Made them myself. Thought it would be a good laugh, and I was right.” He chuckles. I put the clothes on their respective places (there is a story behind that but don’t ask, 'cause I won’t tell) I walk to the mirror and look at myself.
Honestly I’m not that bad looking, kinda snazzy. “I wouldn’t use ‘snazzy’ per say, but at least now you’re not running around looking ordinary.”
‘How the fuck!’
“Yes I read your thoughts, and no I didn’t see the one about your dreams of Luna and pumpkin pies.” He smirks at me.
‘Dear Luna! That’s creepy,’
“So…I guess this takes care of one of my demands.” I say, changing the subject. He puts on a pair of oversized glasses and in a lawyer like voice says “Technically it takes care of your first, second, and fourth demands.”
“How so?” I ask feeling skeptical.
“For starters, your pockets give your hammer space, secondly magic, and lastly profit.” With disbelief I slip both hands into the pant pockets only for it not to stop!
“Da Fuk!” I exclaim. My stomach growled and I felt a plastic wrapper and a soda can in each hand. I pull my hands out and my left hand holds a jumbo size Honey Bunn, and my right holds a twelve ounce can of Cheerwine. “Bro, you are the best draconequus ever.” I fight the urge to glomp him to death.
“You’re to kind.” He says.
“So if I think it, It will appear in the pocket?” I asked.
“That is basically how it goes. It will work on anything you think of, but there are a few exceptions. Such as: an A-bomb, any Lifeform, and certain raw elements. I’m sure that you’ll understand.”
“So… weapons for example?” I asked with a smile.
“Try it, young chaos-wan.”
I reach into both my side pockets and pull out a pair of swords. The hilts are a dark blue with triangles on them and flat on the inside, and the blades are about four feet long. Out of curiosity I place the flat sides together and upon contact a blinding flash emits from the sword. Once my vision returned, I saw that I held in my hands The Master Sword! I pull the blades apart and slide them through a set of rings attached to the bandoliers. I grin as I reach into my pockets once more and pull out a six foot, bone grey hammer with a dragon’s skull as the head of it. “Overkill dude” Discord says.
“What’s your point.” I ask innocently.
“Nothing Rip, nothing.” He said as he shakes his head
“So, am I your chess piece or what?” I ask dreading his response. That whole mess seems like no fun and full of rules and deadlines. Honestly I would hate to be a part of that sadistic game.
“No. More like entertainment for when I’m bored with Echo and my usual antics.” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.
“Good, based on what I have read, that is one messed-up, unruly game. To me it seems worse than Atari’s flop with the E.T. game.” He smiles, and with a snap of his talon he disappears with a pop and a puff of smoke.

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Discord’s Gifts: You are now a Kleptomaniac! With your bottomless pockets anything can be yours. Just clean it out every once in a while. One word, Spacespideers.
You got some guns! They shoot happy fun time at your enemies, but are useless against homework. Oh well. Oh hey, you also got a sword. But not just any sword, it’s THE Master Sword!!!!!! And you broke it into two pieces. A lot of people worked hard on that game to make it, and you broke it. And you got a Dragon’s Head Hammer, so I guess now you can swing your swords, swords, and your hammer, hammer? No? Not an internet thing anymore? Oh… ok then.
You got a new ally, Discord!! Oh not what you wanted, too bad and Aww Boo Hoo!!! Anyways he owes you a few things and you owe him too. You two might even become friends, heck Griffin did. Shit, spoiler. Just forget that bit.
You also got a job aboard the ESS Enterprise as a Deckhand. But we all know you took that job so you wouldn’t go to jail and have to pay the damage fee for The Hall.
Bye for now, this has been your friendly Floating Voice with tonight’s Recap of the Day.

Author's Note

What is up people on the Internets!! hope you are enjoying your reading. i would like to thank Blackwing and Io and all the others for having such great stories, that they helped me create one of my own. Thanks for watching and see you all next time!!