“He what?!” The woman on the phone shouted in a loud manner.

“Mom! Listen to me, please mom!” The boy pleaded with his mother, but his mother kept chattering away on the phone; not listening to her son’s pleas. The boy continued to try and get his mother’s attention, but to no avail she did not relent in her loud chattering.
The woman’s eyes lit up in surprise as if a car was coming straight at her. She quickly hung up on whoever was talking and glared at the boy, who was tugging on his mother’s short cut skirt. “Samuel! What have I told you about picking on other kids at school!”

“But moooom! Todd started it!” The boy cocked his slightly to the side and puffed out his bottom lip in a begging manner, asking for forgiveness. “I didn’t do nothing wrong, Todd just blamed me for no reason! I swear!”

The child’s mother glared at him before grabbing him by the wrist and briskly walking him away from the bustling crowd. “No desert for you tonight, mister! Your father will hear about this for sure!” She walked him through the crowd of people in the subway station until they reached the platform, where the train sat there waiting patiently. The woman and child stepped in, much to the child’s chagrin.

I’m sure he wouldn’t like what was coming to him… The man thought. He sat on a stone bench that was built into a large pillar facing the train. He had enjoyed the little incursion between the mother and child, as he always had. People watching was a fun little hobby of his. Nobody seemed to care about the suited man with the briefcase topped with an old fedora.

Yes, they always don’t know the outcome based on events prior. His perpetual smirk twitched before returning to a smirk once more. As always, they wait like sheep. They just accept whatever happens without a thought about the future. He carefully watched a distressed looking father carry his child underneath the crook of his arm, who was screaming for her “mommy”.
DING. “The 12:45 train for Brooklyn is now arriving, thank you for your patience!” DING.

The man stood up and straightened his tie. It looks like my train has arrived, as always, in an orderly manner. It was the last train to arrive, and he would be sure to board it in order to reach his destination, in an orderly fashion. He was all about order after all; unlike his brother who seemed to be the other way around. So rambunctious was he as a child. The man chuckled to himself as he stepped over the yellow line and into the empty passenger train.

He walked all the way to the end carriage of the old train. He took a seat in the very back and right window seat facing the empty platform. Discarded cigarettes and other assorted oddities were scattered among the wet footprints on the concrete floor. The man’s grin once again twitched, but returned as he turned his head to face the seat in front of him.

He took note of the conductor with the handlebar moustache carefully walking his way. The conductor stopped and stared at him for nary a moment before nodding. He about-faced and made his way back to the engine of the train to inform the conductor to start the train and leave the station. To which he so kindly did.

I wonder if the country has changed much ever since my brother had decided to rule it. The checkerboard hills were rather unbecoming of the once beautiful land after all, so maybe he realized it and moved on to something better. The man reached in his suit’s breast pocket and pulled out a silver key. He twirled it around between two fingers before slipping it into the suitcase’s lock. He breathed in before turning the key and opening it.

Inside of the suitcase was a simple letter. A letter from one of his brother’s friends no doubt, or it could be his brother. It did have splotches of fruit punch and peach jam scattered around it, no doubt trying to irritate him. He carefully picked up the letter and read it once more.
Dear Order, The Princesses have chosen you as one of the special guests to attend the anniversary of Discord’s reformation. We feel as if this is something to celebrate and we wish you to attend this party in his honor. We wish for you to come as soon as possible as Discord is all but excited to see you. He had mentioned you in his sleep and we had gotten curious of course so we asked Spike to send this letter to somepony named order. Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle. P.S. Pinkie Pie’s parties are the greatest!

The man’s eyes widened. His brother had been reformed into a much better person? Well that is certainly wonderful news. But this letter was written by a pony. That means they defeated him somehow. He stared at the other item in his briefcase, a p08 Luger. He had purchased it from a friend, and what a friend he was. I suppose I’ll need this in case anything starts to get a little out of order, I don’t want another one of Discord’s incidents to come and bite me in the ass.

The train jerked backward and shuddered, creating an eerie groaning sound as metal twisted and reformed itself to something else. The entire cabin was dark for the moment, as they were passing through the end of the line. The lights flickered back on, yet they were not electric. He was able to see through the windows once more, yet what lay beyond them was not the concrete adorned walls of the subway.
No, a country much more beautiful than The United States appeared outside the gas lightened cabin. The toot of the steam engine was audible as the train pulled into the first station beyond the end of the line. The man smiled wider than before, as he had heard of this city but had never seen it in person. Canterlot… The city of wonders and a floating castle to boot. Discord talked about a floating castle once. I even remember him making that one castle float in Scotland before we came here… Memories…

The train jerked forward as it screeched to a stop. HE heard the toot of the steam engine once more as the conductor opened the doors to the cabin, no longer a human. The conductor still adorned his handlebar moustache, but he was now an old stallion instead of a man. A cartoonish drawing of a punch card was visible on both of his flanks. As well as the old fashioned conductor hat hiding his short cropped mane.

“All aboooooaaaaard! The 7:30 train for Manehattan has now arrived!” That was is cue.

He stood up to his full height, cramped as it may be, and started to walk out just as the surprised ponies waltzed in. They didn’t suspect a human in their quaint little world, and they had only heard of humans through a crackpot archeologist. Not so crackpot anymore. The conductor was the only pony that was not fazed by his appearance, as the conductor was the gatekeeper between worlds and had seen many faces. The conductor nodded once more to the man as he exited the old steam train and stepped onto the wooden platform.

He breathed in the clean, crisp, warm air. A kind of far cry from Manhattan’s smoggy atmosphere, and it was a much needed break from the busy city as well. The man noticed a group of ponies standing off to the side holding a sign bearing his name, Order. As well as a creature that was rather a mismatched amount of animals all into one creature. A tad bit disorderly. His smile twitched. One pony was very regal looking with a white coat and multicolored mane that seemed to flow in a non-existent breeze.

The other six, much smaller, ponies were multi-colored as well and had mixed reactions to him. He saw a purple unicorn mutter something to the mismatched creature, which looked up at him with a face that seemed to first be disinterest. Then a wide grin appeared. The creature zipped towards him and grasped around his body in what seemed to be a hug, making Order drop his suitcase.

“Order, brother! It’s so great to see you again!” The creature spoke in Discord’s voice, but his behavior seemed a little less random. The creature put him down. It was then that Order noticed that they stood at similar heights. So this is my brother. A failure might I add.
“Yes.” Order replied in a deeper, much more serious voice. “I came because I received a letter. I expected better of you, Discord. The plan was flawless, yet you seemed to deviate and fail like always. Now you are reformed by… Horses with magic.” Order frowned and brushed his brother’s excess fur off of his black suit.

“I thought we were here to have a good time! Not to reminisce on past events that may or may not have happened!” Yes, this was different from Discord. The large white pony seemed to understand the tension as she stepped between the two beings.
“Hello, I am Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria along with my sister Luna.” Celestia smiled in a motherly fashion. How odd. Yet she seems so benevolent. He remembered the pistol inside of the briefcase and took it out before stuffing it in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Discord noticed this and nervously laughed. “Well now Order, it seems you have come prepared. We assure you that you have no need to harm anypony.”

“I somehow doubt that.” The man known as Order kept an even gaze as he started to walk in an average pace towards the floating castle.
It seems I have work to do, work that my brother has failed with. After all, there cannot be Chaos without Order.

Author's Note

Woo!