Totally Not Discord... Just a Discord Lookalike
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Totally Not Discord... Just a Discord Lookalike
Author's Note
This chapter was originally gonna be it's own one-shot, focused on Discord and Fluttershy. In the story, Discord is badly disguised as "Iscorda", but somehow manages to still convince ponies that he's not Discord.
(Though Fluttershy knows it's him.)
Original story description:
Sometimes, harnessing the ignorance of the populace is the key to being a top-tier stealth-mode ninja-guy. So naturally, Discord does exactly that.
(BTW, that's obviously not Discord watching you right now...)
Totally Not Discord... Just a Discord Lookalike
Fluttershy strolled along the sunny path, enjoying the sights surrounding her. All around, birds were chirping, and the leaves rustled gently with the wind. A small figure lurked nearby, eerily shadowing the barriers between thoughts and reality.
A sudden rush of wind blew several leaves past the mare, who glanced upwards to find her longtime friend, Rainbow Dash.
"Hey, Flutters, 'sup?" Rainbow asked cheerfully as she landed.
With how nice the day had been so far, Fluttershy couldn't do anything more than smile. "Oh, nothing... I'm just enjoying the day..."
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash cocked her head to the side as she noticed a very familiar face.
"Discord?"
Discord chuckled, though it came out much more like a gust of wind then a chuckle. "Me? Discord? Nonsense. I am simply a Discord lookalike.
Rolling her eyes, Rainbow replied sarcastically, "Yeeeeeaaaahhhh... and these trees are totally fake."
Fluttershy waved her friend to the side. "Now then, let's all be nice to Iscorda, please."
Rainbow Dash warily eyed Discord as she flew off. In the distance, she shouted back, "WELL DON'T BLAME ME IF SOMETHING HAPPENS!"
Sighing, Fluttershy continued on her walk. It was too nice a day to argue, and Discord couldn't help but agree.
As the two made their way out of the forest, they noticed the strange, yet inviting smell that wafted through the air.
Chuckling, Discord turned to Fluttershy. "Hey, we should see how Pinkie reacts to this..."
Fluttershy's smile grew wider. "Yes, definitely. It's been such a long time since I've played a prank on somepony..."
Discord's grin disappeared. "I don't believe that you've ever played a prank before."
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow in response. "That one time during Nightmare Night? Remember?"
"OOoooohhhhh... yeah. That one."
Fluttershy nodded, and led the way towards Sugarcube Corner. Along the way, though they took the emptiest path, they got the occasional half-glare, especially directed at Discord. (Or Iscorda, if you'd like to go with the joke.)
Finally, they arrived at the bakery. With it being high noon, all sorts of smells spewed from every crevice, absolutely filling the entire town with the delightful scents of pastries.
I'm not continuing this particular story, so feel free to imagine what's next.
Spike sat in front of the new computer Twilight had brought through the portal, bored out of his mind. Growing up with Twilight, he never really did much besides reading, either comics, or just a random book.
"Hey Spike, whatcha doin'?"
Spinning around, Spike saw Pinkie, lounging against an invisible chair.
"Well?"
He spun back to faceplant on the keyboard. "Nothing, really. I'm bored."
"OH! IS THAT A COMPUTER?!"
Spike turned slowly back towards Pinkie.
"...Yes?"
Pinkie grinned deviously. "Have you ever heard of... memes?"
Spike shut the memebook of history, stroking his mustache.
"And that, my subjects, is how I became the Memelord of Equestria."
Somewhere in Ponyville, Twilight chuckled as she watched the latest meme pass through her mind by the means of the Meme-Tron MemeThousand.
Author's Note
I don't know what I wrote, but...
This here's a story that I came up with while I was eating breakfast in the morning, and now, I present it to all of you out there in it's crappiest form: raw, unfiltered thoughts!
Twilight woke up with a start. It was that dream again, that strange, disturbingly silent dream, where all around there was... nothing. It was complete darkness, and she liked it. For nearly a year now, it was the only thing she had ever thought of; darkness, silence, nothingness. A small, crazed grin made it's way onto her face, of which had witnessed many horrific battles, some won, others lost. Mainly lost. She sat alone in the bed, distilling the already strong thoughts that swirled about her mind. At last, she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her face practically shattered the second that the grin became the maniacal stare of a madmare. And thus, InsaniTwi was born.
Pinkie froze in place as her Pinkie sense took hold once more. Somewhere out there, somepony had just become mad, and not the 'oh lookie here, I'm angry at you' kind of mad, it was the 'IMA KILL YOU, KILL YO' DOG, KILL YO' BODY, AND...' kind of mad. Now, normally, Pinkie was able to resist the urges to let loose the beast inside her known only as Pinkamena, but this... this was different. Within seconds, the warm, friendly, smiling face of Pinkie had melted away, leaving a dull pink heap of pony, craving for more, more of that delightful feeling of darkness.
Through the use of her 'Pinkie Sense', Pinkamena tracked down the very origin of the madness, right up to Twilight's doorstep. Usually, Pinkamena avoided the mare at all times in fear of being pulled under the influence of the alicorn's 'friendship', but unlike the usual, the entire castle seethed with dark feelings and thoughts. The moment that her hoof touched the door, the alicorn burst through, her crazed face twisted in a mix of fury and excitement. Her mane was all over the place, and she clearly hadn't had any sleep for at least the past month. She took a deep breath upon seeing Pinkie, and hollered:
HHHHHHHHIIIIIIIII, FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNND!!!
This was going to be a long day for the both of them.
Author's Note
Bleh. I apparently have dark thoughts in the morning. 
Author's Note
This was unfortunately spawned from this blog post I made not too long ago.
Except it's a first-person account of a dog being chased by the dog catchers.
I don't even know why this exists, but I needed something to take my mind off of memorizing the last 2 lines of the prologue of Romeo and Juliet.
It's coming.
Run. Don't look back. Stay strong.
Oh god, it's catching up.
Don't look back, don't look back...
Don't look...
Oh hey, a squir--
NO.
KEEP. RUNNING.
STICK.
CAR.
HOT DOG.
I just realized that I looked back.
Hello, tree bark.
"There it is! Get 'em!"
Well then, hello dog catchers.