---~~~---Mr.Cee, First PoV---~~~---
After a few seconds of me running through ideas on how to get outta this without resorting to violence, the unexpected happened. Princess Luna, Warden of the Stars, protector of lost foals, yawned.

Now I'm not talking about a 'ah hmm, excuse me' kind of yawn, I'm talking jaw breaking, face splitting, fifteen seconds straight yawn.

"Excuse you." Damn, just... Damn. After clearing my head from the effects of Luna's Royal Canterlot yawn, I looked down at Theresa, smiling under my dive suit's helmet at her manners.

"Thank thee, now prepare thyself foul creatures, for we have only-"

"Got back from a thousand years studying moon rocks?" Heh, good job Theresa.

A few seconds pass, before she replied, with a tinge of red on her muzzle. "That is of no business to thee." Ouch, sore spot for that little piece of ground shaking history. Yeah, I shouldn't poke too much, ponies think Theresa is always looking for a poor sap to drain, and I'll rip them in half as soon as look at them. Personally, I'm amazed at how long these ponies will use someone as a monster to scare their foals. Just goes to show that evil is winning in the fight against entropy.

"Actually, I think nearly bringing about the end of days, literally, is the business of every living thing on this planet." Dayum, you just won the thousand year smack talk contest.

After saying that, Theresa was subjected to the full power of an angry, immortal, and sleep deprived female. Regardless of species, all males instinctively know not to piss off the opposite sex first thing in the morning, something I shoulda told her in one of our many talks and classes.

"Thee should watch thy tongue, lest we remove it." Ok, threaten her, and I'll give you summer teeth, some are here, some are there.

"*We need to go, any ideas? Don't reply verbally.*" I looked down and saw her adopt her thinking face before she smiled and pulled out the other piece of paper from that hole. Putting on her sweetest smile, she held it out.

"Ok, you got us, but before we go back to being lawn gnomes, could you help me, I haven't learned how to read yet." Hmm, at least she didn't read it out loud. For a few seconds, we all stood there, before Luna took the once grand airliner of pretty paper airways and looked over it.

Clearing her throat, she spoke in a controlled speed. "I am sofa king we todd ed," Blink, blink. "I am sofa king we todd ed?" Looking at us for a moment, she tried one more time. "I am so fucking retarded."

Quite suddenly, a black portal popped up below her muzzle, which was followed swiftly by a blur flying out of said portal, along with said blur of said portal letting loose, “Shoryuken!” Impacting right into a certain blue princess’s chin, knocking her onto her back.

---~~~---Third person PoV, Mr. Cee, Theresa and Lord Reference---~~~---

Mr. Cee as well as Theresa found themselves to be a little….. confused as to what was currently going on. Yes, Theresa was expecting something to happen, just not quite….. whatever that was. Dusting himself off after practically flying through some dimension of non-euclidean type stuff, stood a strange man. Dressed in a black and white checkered suit, beneath which was a greenskin-suit covering the rest of his body and face, the man then turned to the two and gave an overly extravagant bow.

“Ladies, and gentle…..” doing a double-take at Mr. Cee’s drill the man stopped and stared, before trailing off with, “drill-kin?” Staring for another second or so, holding the bowing gesture, the man then stood straight up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out an iPhone. “Let’s see, let’s see, fimfiction…… bioshock…… too many… uuuuuhhhh, displaced, Ah-ha, here we go, just to double check….. Luna… blah-blah-blah, sofa king, shoryuken…. Yep! This seems to be it!” Putting the phone back into his pocket,. his mask crinkles into a smile and the stranger once again bowed, “I am known as Lord Reference, or Manic, or Squire Edswilington Sanchez Yamanaka the Third, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Stepping around her uncle, Theresa looked at the dazed princess and smiled at Lord Reference. "Hi! My name is Theresa, this is my uncle Charlie and she looks pissed."

Looking down at Luna, Mister Cee stepped forward and picked up the angry immortal by her tail, holding her upside down.

"Do thy worst, I've survived more vile creatures than-" Slamming her back and forth into the narrow walk-in closets walls and shelves, Mister Cee kept a steady pace while Theresa looked up at the strange, greenskin-suit wearing man.

"So, while he does... *SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!* ...That, mind telling me what's going on? The last person we summoned, we were too preoccupied with making friends." She asked.

Looking down at the girl, Manic began, “Oh, there’s lot’s of things going on, but it’s a big multiverse, you know, and this is sort of my first time doing things…… or third….. ” he raised a hand to his chin, stroking it, “or forty-second….. Time gets all wibbly-wobbly, hard to say,” he shrugged. “But in the end none of it matters, what does matter is what you want, and I suppose, I’m here to help with that. Now, whether it’ll be completely kosher…. well, we’ll find out won’t we?”

"Did you say multiverse?" Theresa asked and received a nod. "Did you hear that, Charlie?"

Turning away from the battered alicorn, Mister Cee nodded and looked down again at his victim.

"But Tia, we do not wish to go to school~" Luna slurred out. Whipping her up one more time, she was slammed one last time into the mess that used to be the shelves by the door.

“Heh, loony-toons.” Reference said. “But yes, for every single possibility, every single coincidence, event, butterfly in China, there are as many worlds created from a divergence in time. Some are so similar you wouldn’t even know they were different, others completely opposite of each other. And by every possibility --and I do mean every possibility-- there is a universe where it did or didn’t happen. One where World War II wasn’t a thing, another where Sun-butt was infected by the nightmare, one where a velociraptor suddenly appeared above my head and would proceed to maul my face. Even one where there are some sickos writing about our lives right now!” Reference then turned to a corner of the room, “You hear that you freaks! You’re nothing but a bunch of sick jerks! And you people,” he turned to another corner, “you’re just as demented for watching!” Turning back to Theresa, calming his breathing, Manic began again, “But the important ones for us, are the universes holding other Displaced.”

Without realising that his choice of words made Theresa and her uncle a little upset, Theresa recommended they take this into Luna's suite.

Dragging the now unconscious, and possibly crippled,princess, Mister Cee stopped in front of her bed and slung her at the wall behind it, watching her bounce off and fall onto her bed in a mild sized, to him, pool of broken feathers and blood. Looking back at the others, he simply asked if they wanted to raid her tea cache, waiting for Theresa to translate.

“Sure,” Manic said as he shrugged, “tea-time anytime,” as he said this, the day turned to night and then back to day again quite too quickly. Looking to the window, Manic asked, “Discord’s out isn’t he?”

Nodding his helmet, Mister Cee went to the door to the hallway and dragged the two lunar guards inside, still in their embarrassing posture, and laid them by the bed before going to look for tea. Theresa and Manic went to the desk and sat down on the cushions stacked nearby.

Theresa looked at Reference and asked "What's your Equestria like? Ours seems to stick pretty close to the show."

“Eh, most authors like to stick to the source material, it’s understandable really, but, ignoring that bullshiiiiii-” Mister Cee’s ports began to glow orange, illuminating the floor around him as he was subjected to an unseen, but no less intense, glare, “-iiiinitzel of an answer, it might have something to do with the Equestria’s that we’ve inadvertently created being set in a stuck path. But that’s not the answer to your question. Mine’s a little weird…. especially in the past, Celestia’s actually a corrupt official who doesn’t really seem to understand how to rule her country, there’s rampant speciesism, and all this other junk. I tried to make a country at one point, make things better. Was captured, things happened, and now I’m a thousand years older, a little or a lot less sane -- hard to tell really -- and for some reason, the present is like the show! Although there do appear to be hints of other things going on in the background, what about youse guys?”

Looking at the unconscious princess and guards, Theresa thought before answering, "Hmm, well... We also got here a thousand years ago, with our minds replaced with actual Big Daddies and Little Sister's thought processes, spent three days starving before we found some ponies getting attacked by bandits whereas I... went to work, all of the ponies watched this until one of them attacked us, Mister Cee killed them all and we kinda went on like that until the princesses attacked us, lost and came back the next day with the elements of harmony. Spent a thousand years with Discord, where he reassembled our minds. We got over what we did, slowly, and Charlie spent the rest of the time teaching me until we broke out fifteen minutes ago, met Lumen and came here for our stuff."

“Isn’t it funny how Celestia has nothing better to do but go after Discord, still doesn’t do it, and doesn’t even realize that her guards and sister were attacked in her own castle?” He giggled to himself, ”sounds like she’s as dumb as mine, or even the show’s.” Reference paused after that, “but in a way, the princesses sorta helped you out in a weird non-intentional way, didn’t they?”

Hearing a moan, Theresa looked back at her uncle who was carrying a tea kettle, nodded and turned back to Reference. "My uncle agrees with you and still doesn't like Luna. He also wants to know if you have a preferred flavor."

“Oh, I don’t even like tea,” Manic waved his hand, “I just like to pretend I’m fancy.” Hearing another moan, Theresa looked back at him and asked if coffee would be better, also telling him how there’s more flavors of coffee then tea.

Kneeling down to look Theresa in the eyes, Manic began, “I don’t like tea, but I despise coffee. Besides, do you really want to see any of this,” Manic motioned to himself, “on concentrated caffeine? Any tea will do.”

Shaking his head, Mister Cee went back to the tea cache by the window and grabbed some at random, with a quick burst of his plasmids, the kettle immediately starts to whistle. Unfortunately, the noise woke one of the lunar guards, the bottom one, and he started swearing with every bad word in the equish language.

"-And another thing, buck your mother, you filthy mon-" Finding himself face to deep orange face port with Mister Cee, he shut-up immediately. Giving a deep, whale song inspired moan, Mister Cee raised one hand and pressed down on the stallion-on-top's hips, silencing the guard immediately.

Letting out a guffaw, Manic told the guard, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you, little moth? You don’t mess with daddy……. but in all seriousness, we should probably tie them up.”

Nodding his head, Mister Cee looked over at Theresa and moaned again, ignoring the muffled guard’s speech.

"He said as long as they remain in this... Position, then that's fine with him." She translated.

“Ooh! Dibs on tying Luna to her bedpost using her mane and tail!”

~~~~~~~~~ Thirty Minutes later ~~~~~~~~~

After tying Luna to her bed, positioned so that when she wakes up, she'll be staring at her two guards in a... Unpleasant mix of sharing and bondage fetish, the three Displaced continue talking over tea. Even Mister Cee was enjoying his, due to using the same device that allowed him to drink tonics.

Reference….. well he was making slurping noises as the tea dribbled down his mask and suit, having not taken it off to partake in herb juice. “Hm,” he said contemplatively, “it burns my skin. Well, anymore questions that I may or may not or maybe have answers to?”

"How did those token things get made? I wanna see some worlds where we're not feared as much as Nightmare Moon." Theresa asked immediately. Obviously excited at the prospect of seeing how different some worlds are to her and Mister Cee's.

“Hah! Good luck with the whole acceptance thing kiddo, you’d probably only get to go to other Equestrias, and most if not all of them got that whole herd-mentality-fear-the-unknown-shtick going, although humans are pretty alike in those regards too...” Reference trailed off, teacup hanging from a finger, arms folded contemplatively. “Anyhoo!” He began, flinging his arms wide, sending his teacup flying off to shatter against a wall, “They’re sorta kinda essence thingies, I’m not too sure on the whole thing, because people tend to make ‘em different ways. Me for example,” he gestures at the crumpled piece of paper on the table, which Mister Cee pocketed, “I just used paper with this doo-hickey stamp on it that lets it multiply in the void. Infinite-monkeys-on-typewriter theory states that eventually one of them has to come out of a portal somewhere, incredibly dumb-luck, really.” Manic scratched the back of his head.

“But what most tend to do, is impart their essence or something similar in an object, usually related to their franchise, and then chuck it into the void, and then science!..... For the science god! Bless you Bill Nye.” Mister Cee and Theresa just stare, the girl tilting a singular eyebrow, and the big daddy letting out a huff of what was most assuredly annoyance. Manic sighed, “Look, I dunno, the void does stuff to things. It’s not magic, it’s not some mysterious force -- well, okay, yes it is -- it’s just the laws of the multiverse! Science! It does what it do.”

Considering his words, Theresa pulled out her Mr. B doll and placed it on the table, motioning for her uncle to grab it as well,

“You might wanna add a note or something to summon you, forgot that tidbit.” Nodding her head to Reference's words, the two contemplated with their eyes closed, or at least Theresa's, for a few moments before she opened her eyes and spoke...

"My name is Theresa and this is my uncle Charlie. We are a gatherer and a protector, lost in a strange world and we're willing to fight alongside of you, if you wish only for the ones you love to stay safe, if you need to take back what was once yours, if you merely need a friend, then call on us. After all, good girls gather and daddies protect." Following her speech, Mister Cee roared in a mildly subdued manner. Shaking her head, Theresa asked, "Is that okay?"

“Well, it was sufficiently corny enough for a Saturday morning special, if that’s what you mean, then yeah, sure.”

Shaking her head again, Theresa replied, "Lord Reference, in case you haven't noticed, but this is a Saturday morning special, specifically on how some words are just bad." After she said that, Theresa picked up her doll and whisper something to it before she threw it, followed by a hole forming of nothing swallowing it. She smiled, before suddenly looking out of the window at the moon, which was immediately replaced by the sun, then returned. "Oh man, if you want you can come with us to the hospital, I need to get some blood packs so I don't have to... You know."

“Well, you two get to use me and abuse me for however long I’m here….. well, actually Luna summoned me didn’t she?” Turning back to look at the bound princess, her eyes were wide and bulging with rage, mouth agape, lips beginning to quiver into a snarl staring back at the trio. Reference turned back at the two, cleared his throat, and calmly said, “We should probably run.”

"Hey Luna, look down at your guards." Theresa called out as she stood up, and had Mister Cee grab her as they prepared for the inevitable.

"WHAT HAST THEE DONE TO OUR GUARDS!?"

Manic, taking advantage of the princess’s distraction, immediately reacted to the very bodily need to get out of that situation. By flinging said body out the nearby window. “Okay, thisishappeningnow!” He screamed out as he plummeted downwards.

Never one to be outdone, Mister Cee ran through the wall as well as the most windowless part of the window. As he did, Theresa looked back and smiled at the guaranteed-to-be-a-death-glare that Luna was giving them.

Falling a little over thirty feet, Mister Cee and Reference were surprised to find what they were falling towards, was not grass as one would expect, but in fact...

"Jell-o! Lime flavored, green Jell-o, oh sweet, glorious, chaotic Discord." Theresa yelled, while Mister Cee placed her on the desert, which went up to his knees. Looking around, Mister Cee realised that they had lost Reference.

A little to the left, Manic's head popped free of the delicious greenery, “Hm,” he said as he tilted his head down to view his currently lodged body. “Praise Slaanesh, I guess?” He began to dig himself out of the jell-o, scooping it out of his way.

Looking down, Mister Cee repressed the desire to laugh at the sight of Theresa wading through the thick hospital beloved desert, reminding him of those Vietnam war documentaries. Holding her hypo needle above her head, she slowly walked towards the dirt path, only to find that it had turned to...

"Chocolate pudding, oh yeah, sure, do all the best desserts when we're trying to get away with our lives, and when we finally get somewhere safe, you know what he'll do, MAKE IT RAIN SOUR BALLS!"

"*Calm down, just let me carry you till we're outta... We're back in the statute gardens.*" Mister Cee finished lamely.

“Big daddy’s right, it wouldn’t be raining sour balls, that would be hailing.” Manic replied as he tried to pull his left leg out of the viscous deliciousness, finally succeeding only for the force to send him forward onto the ground staring straight up at Mister Cee. “So, where to next, big guy?"

Looking left and right, Mister Cee shrugged before walking over to the statue representing victory, ripping it from its base and throwing it through the shattered remains of Luna's window fifty feet away. Looking back at the others, he had Theresa translate again.

"He never liked her, too big of a ego to let into our little room in the statue. Other than destroying the princesses’ property, he said Canterlot Royal School of Medicine or Canterlot Emergency Clinic would be our best two choices."

“Well,” Reference began as he wiped off the green slime from his suit, “I’d assume the more likely place to find blood would be the emergency clinic, however that’s a little renegade, it is an emergency clinic…. you know, for emergencies? Raiding supplies from there could leave some ponies in a rather dire strait. The school would probably have some blood though, but not as much, what with it being a school, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about shafting someone, still, your choice, I’ll go along with it,” Manic shrugged.

Theresa thought for a few moments while they all started walking towards the city before she replied, "Good points, though we don't know how much I'll need, or how long it'll last, I wouldn't like it if my... dietary needs were the reason someone died. School it is." Theresa finished with a firm nod. Meanwhile, Mister Cee ran through everything he could remember about Bioshock but came up with nothing, not once did it ever mention how much a little sister needed on a daily basis, so he decided they would ration on two pints a day unless anything came up. All of this he kept to himself of course.

“Paragon for life, then!” Reference said clapping his hands together. “Well then, guv’nor,” Reference swept into a partial bow, hands pointed to each side, “lead the way.” He finished as they approached the gate. Looking around, wondering how many guards were still chasing Lumen, Theresa pointed at the gate that was locked by a board hanging in two hooks, acting as a lock.

Mister Cee, understanding her intent, stepped forward and grabbed the board and ripped the hooks from the way, rather than simply lifting it out of them. Tossing the board over his head about eighty feet behind them, he opened the gates and stepped out into the city proper.

~~~~~~~~~ A few hours later ~~~~~~~~~~~

After romping about the city trying to locate the medical school, Theresa and Mister Cee only having a vague notion of where to look, they’d finally arrived at their destination. Their trip was rather uneventful, most of the ponies holed up in their homes, due to the rather overly-extravagant return of Discord. Only one pony was spotted their whole trip, running for their life from a sentient wagon of some sort.

Upon walking up to the school's arch, Theresa read the school motto out loud, "'With great knowledge, comes great pay'... What the?" Shaking her head at the rather blunt and greedy school motto, she grabbed Mister Cee's hand and walked to the door and knocked, "Help, some wagon ran over my daddy, please, anypony help us!" Shaking his head, Mister Cee got next to the door so he wouldn't be seen immediately, he motioned for Manic to do the same.

Manic moved in the spot opposite the other door, so that both he and Mister Cee were positioned on both sides of the double-door entrance.

Hearing the approaching hoofsteps, Theresa flashed a quick grin at her uncle and gripped her hypo needle tightly, looking back at the door as a gruff, male voice was heard, "Hold on, I'm the only one here because everypony else ran home to their loved ones," Shifting from foot to foot, Theresa waited while the grumpy stallion unlocked the door, "I’m jus' the janitor, not one o' the doctors so the best I can do is-" Standing in the doorway was a light brown stallion, with a grey mustache, mane, and tail staring wide eyed at the sight of a small girl pointing a needle, larger than any in the school, at his barrel.

Stepping around the closed door on his side, Mister Cee pushed it open and stood in front of the janitor, his porthole light dying his hair light green. Snapping her fingers, Theresa asked the janitor for his name.

"Scruffy, the janitor."° Nodding her head and noticing his cutie mark, a push broom, Theresa walked forward and wrapped an arm around his neck and looked at her uncle towering over the two of them.

"You see, Scruffy, we need to get some things from here. To be honest, it’s an emergency. You see, if I don't drink so much blood a day, then I'll starve, and since we didn't want to inconvenience the hospital by robbing them during these trying times, we came here. Now, the simple question you should be asking yourself is, 'is my uncle gonna hurt you,' and the answer is no, he won't. Another question you should ask yourself is, 'do I really want to clean this whole school, all because I didn't point them in the right direction,' personally, I think you and I both know the answer, so let's cut to the chase and you go unlock the medical supply cabinet. We'll only take so much, and not a drop more." Ending her little speech, Theresa watched as Scruffy calmly nodded before he walked over to the desk in front and pulled a key from one of the drawers.

Walking over to one of the hallways, he looked over his shoulder and asked, “Scruffy ain’t never seen one of you things before,” eyeing the girl, giant metal behemoth, and the strange green thing that had moved forward to join them, now rubbing his face where the door had slammed into him. “Though Scruffy don’t know a lot of things, bein’ just a janitor, what are ya?” He asked as he took a right down the hall.

"You never heard of us? Him I can understand, but us. Beast and Feast, feared monsters of history, we were on display in the Canterlot Statute Garden for a thousand years and you never once saw it?" Theresa asked, pointing between herself, Manic and Mister Cee who had kept quiet during their walk through the empty school, well, as quiet as a half ton of lead, brass and rubber can be on marble.

Scruffy tilted his head as he walked, “........ Nnnnnnope, can’t say that I have. I’m jus’ the janitor.” Scruffy said looking back at the hall.

Manic piped up, “Tess, you have to understand something about Equestria, they tend not to remember history just to repeat it, listen,” Manic turned to Scruffy. “What about Discord?”

“I never liked none o’ that disco, back in the day,” Scruffy replied. Manic just gestured with his hands, as if to say, ‘see what I mean’.

“I mean, the princesses trapped Discord in stone, set him in a public place, and just let everyone forget who he was, and played him off as a sculpted piece of art. Instead of actually warning people away from him, and locking him up in some vault. Let’s not forget Luna, too.” Manic crossed his arms in front of himself, “Completely inept are the words that come to mind.”

Nodding his head inside of his helmet, unseen by the others, Mister Cee kept going over how the guards merely fainted in his presence, yet this stranger, knowing nothing about them, just shrugged off the nearly ten foot tall killing machine following him. Chalking it up to just another person who had mastered shrugging things off, he stopped in front of a door with a sign that said, 'Medical Supplies', with a smaller sign under it that read, 'Keep under lock and key', and waited for Scruffy to unlock the door.

Scruffy grabbed the keys with his mouth, and used them to open the door. Moving forward, along with the trio, he approached a cabinet across the room, pulled out another key from the ring, and opened one of the cabinet’s doors. Mist began to spill out of the cabinet as Scruffy stuck his head in and began to grab bags of blood with his teeth, creating a decently sized pile of bags as he stopped and closed the door. Turning to Theresa, “This here enough fer yer condition?”

"This should be plenty, thanks. Um, do you have a bag?" Theresa asked, while trying not to puke at the thought of drinking blood again.

Grunting, Scruffy nodded his head and began to look around the room for something to carry the bags in. As he did so, Manic asked, “Aren't you worried about losing your job, old timer?”

Scruffy, his head in a bin, grunted saying, “I’m jus' the janitor. Ain’t this place supposed to help ponies? Way I see it, you need help, and I’m helpin’.” He pulled out a bag with a blue gem lodged in its strap, “This here, enchantment should keep the blood cool, or somethin’” he said gesturing to the gem before tossing the bag to Mister Cee.

Bending down, Mister Cee filled the bag and added the last Tonic as well before he stood up to follow Scruffy out. Once outside of the room, Scruffy locked the door and led them back to the exit. On the way, Theresa looked at Scruffy and asked him what he is gonna say to his bosses about the missing supplies and, unfortunately, giant footprints leading to the supply closet.

Scruffy grunted, “Scruffy’ll tell the truth. Some big feller and his lil’ girl needed blood.” He then lay down on a cot some ways behind the front desk, his head on a pillow, he pulled out a magazine, opened it up, stared at the page, licked a hoof, turned the page and let out another grunt.

Walking to the door, Theresa looked over her shoulder and smiled before telling him, "Thanks, if you ever need help, just ask." Receiving a grunt in reply, she turned back to the group and closed the doors as they left.

Manic stretched and cracked his back before sighing, “Well that was a little anticlimactic, don’t you think?” Before either of the two could respond, some sort of creature came flying from the sky, something that was a poor attempt of a dragon mixed with other animal parts. Behind it, on its tail, --some literally-- were royal guard pegasi chasing after it, their golden armor glistening in the sunlight, followed by the moonlight as the two celestial bodies switched places again. Hoofbeats could be heard in the streets as more guards seemed to be following it. The creature landed in the square, looked at the three, its eyes taking on a yellow and red color, while giving a devilish smirk, before bursting apart into confetti as the guards also entered into the square.

“I wonder if this is payment for the jell-o?” Manic asked aloud, as the guards quickly took notice of the three of them just standing there, the stallions drawing their spears. Leaning towards the two, Manic whispered, “Don’t worry I got this, while I do my thing, you two vamoose.”

“You know, just putting your fore-hoof to the side of your mouth like that doesn’t mean we can’t hear you,” one of the guards called out.

Ignoring him, Manic moved forward into the crowd, the guards bristling, “So, the guards have overcome their cowardice, and now, they have arrived to capture us. In the end, what separates a stallion from a slave?” Manic asked as the guards began to look at each other confused, their spears drooping, yet held in sway by Manic’s voice. “Money? Power?” Manic booms out, “No. A stallion chooses; a slave obeys.” Manic turns to a particular pony, marching towards him and looming over him. “You think you have memories;” Manic almost whispers, the stallion shivering. “A farm, a family, a train ride, a stop, and then this place.” The stallion stares up at him eyes wide. “Was there really a farm? Did that train stop, or was it stopped?” As Manic said these things the Stallion shook more and more. ”Stopped by something less of a stallion, something bred to sleepwalk through life until activated by a simple phrase from their kindly master?” Manic had paced away from the stallion, all eyes staring at him. “Were stallions sent to capture? Or slaves?” Manic boomed out to the guards.

Seeming to have had enough, a good number of guards moved forward on the creature, not wishing to hear any more of its ridiculousness. “Stop, would you kindly?” Manic yelled out, halting all of the guards whose eyes widened in panic, no longer able to move. Manic approached another guard, asking “Would you kindly? Powerful phrase. Familiar phrase?” The guard’s eyes are quivering in their sockets an expression of dawning horror gracing his muzzle, seeing and hearing something only he could.

Moving away from the guard, Manic stood in the middle of the square, a distance away from the guards, “Sit, would you kindly?” The guards did so. “Stand, would you kindly?” Again, all of the guards follow his order. “Run.” The guards surged past Manic, who then commands “Stop.” Which the crowd does, immediately followed by the command, “Turn.” The guards about face, the captain of the squad facing Manic directly, sweat beading his forehead. “A stallion chooses; a slave obeys.” Manic wrapped his hand around the captain’s spear, yanking it out of his magical grip, blood began to trickle out of Manic’s nose, colouring his mask. “Dance!” The guards began to dance about rather forcefully, as if resisting the command. Manic’s mask scrunches up in concentration as he looked to Mister Cee and Theresa, calling out, “A man chooses!” Waving tiredly for them to leave as the guards are all jerked about, still resisting whatever hold Manic had on them.

Reaching down and placing Theresa on his helmet, Mister Cee walked through the impromptu dance off, stopping halfway through to zap a pegasus with his Electro Bolt plasmid, smiling at the now twitching, horribly dancing guard. Walking out of the gates, Theresa looked back and waved to Manic before her uncle took off at a dead sprint towards the train station. Hoping the strange, yet delightful, man would be okay.

Manic smiled to himself as the two made their getaway, moving his focus back to the guards as they began to twitch harder, fighting his geass. “A slave obeys!” Manic poured more power into his words, blood dribbling down faster from his nose, to little effect, the guards straining harder against his will. Staggering, Manic held his control for a few more seconds before finishing the speech, “OBEY!!!” The guards responding twitching as if they were almost at the point of seizure. At the end of the shout, Manic went limp and fell to the ground, a portal opening below him as he trailed blood, falling into the void, content with having just acted out one of the best speeches in video game history.

Author's Note

Bluemoon865's Editor Note: Hello, everyone. Feeling well? Good. Let me take you for a spell. Is this not rather swell? Did you all lel? Or was this hell? Feel free to tell.

Isaac3924's Author note: Uuuuuuh, hi? I did a thing….. A crossover thing….. It was good. I had fun, and finally getting Reference out there was really nice. I’ll have to move forward a little in my story to show at what point Manic was called. But as for now, Imma go eat some raw cookie dough. Peace.

Author's Note: So yeah... Spot the two references to some of your favorite FiMfiction fanfics, I'll give you a hint, one was what Theresa said in the Token message that involved a bouncer Mr. B and his foal for a daughter, and the other was before Lord Reference was summoned. Did you get them? Okay, that second one might stump ya, so how about this, the reference is to another silent protector and he thought it before attacking Celestia with inhuman strength. Other than that... sorry, its so last season to give you too many hints.

My original plan was for Luna to stay asleep but when Manic was describing her during tea time, I mentioned how it sounded, at first, that she was awake. I brought this to the his attention and while I thought about how she would've looked right then, he kinda rolled with it. Glad I brought that up, even happier to have some people as random as Lumen and Lord Reference come by for the first two crossovers. Seriously, the amount of random, possibly insane or definitely insane people who want to come over to meet these two is staggering.

Another also, anyone wanna guess what Theresa said to her Token, or whom it may have been meant for? Feel free, the way I see it, there's only an unlimited amount of possibilities, try and guess.

Next chapter will be a while and be seen through a few different sets of eyes, probably... I haven't decided yet. Tell me what do you think of Mister Cee's personality, is he too harsh, a little relaxed about hurting royalty, does he have a sense of humour?

°If you didn't read his voice right, You've missed out. All thanks for Scruffy's lines after this symbol go to Isaac. Seriously, he made every word feel like Scruffy, the janitor was the one writing his lines.

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