The Dreaded One, Dormammu

Dormammu Fact

Dormammu's first appearance was in "Strange Tails #126 (November 1964).

If I still had my full power I would summon a beast to devour the Sugarcube Corner. As it was made to look like a gingerbread house, it would be quite ironic if it happened, and a quite enjoyable sight. But then I would have to do the process of killing the witnesses, or at least, hide while I did it to make sure none had seen me. Then again, if I had my full power I would just kill this world to bring me a brief but enjoyable moment of happiness. However, the smells of the bakery would have to do, even if they didn’t give me much excitement.

“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner,” A pink mare from behind the counter cheerfully called out, while her back was turned to use. “I’ll be with you once I get this order finished, for my friend Rarity.”

“Take your time, Master Bishop and Trixie will just look at what you have to offer,” Trixie stated.

Pausing in her activities, the more quickly looked around to us. “Oh, new ponies! Welcome to ponyville! My name is Pinkie Pie, nice to meet all the two of you! Now, new ponies each get one free sweet from Sugarcube Corner, so long as it’s under three bits. Mr. and Ms. Cake’s rule on that, sorry.” With that, she gave us a big smile, before getting back to whatever she was doing.

“Free? Trixie won't complain about free sweets, nor does not object,” Trixie declared with a smile, before  looking down to the pastries on display.

But unlike Trixie, I was not looking through the pastries. I was looking at the mare in front of me. Pinkie Pie… How was it that I would run into another piece of the Element’s of Harmony in the same day? Perhaps I should have explored this world a bit more, just so I knew their locations… Or perhaps I just got unlucky with the location I was dragged to when I came to this world. However, given the nature of the Elements, it would not be too much of a stretch that I somehow run into more of them today or the coming days. They do have to be together for them to work…

“Trixie believes she’ll have the carrot cake with chocolate frosting,” Trixie declared, before turning to me. “And what shall you have, Master Bishop?”

I glanced at her, before giving the pastries a once over, and looking to the things that cost less than three bits. The only thing to even strike my fancy was a sweet looking pie, but even then I didn’t really have high expectations. “That,” I muttered, pointing to the pie.

“And my Master will have a slice of apple pie!” Trixie declared.

“Oh, you’ll both love those! I’ll get both of those in just a moment!” Pinkie giggled. “Will that be here or to go?”

“To go,” Trixie promptly stated. “Master and Trixie wish to return to our carriage quickly before night comes.”

“Aaaaaaaand, done!” Pinkie Pie laughing, before putting a large box of pastries down on the counter. “Sweetie Belle, you're ordering for Rarity is finished!”

From the corner of my eye, I saw a very small, very young filly jump her way down from one of the side booths and walk her way over to use. She had yet to have a cutie mark, and her mane was in curls. “Thanks, Pinkie,” She said, before looking over to me and Trixie. “Excuse me, please?” She asked.

I stepped to the side, allowing the filly to walk past me. Reaching out with her very weak magic, she grabbed the box then made her way to the door. “I might be back in a day or two if Rarity needs more, Pinkie. Let’s hope she doesn’t…”

“Yeah, let’s hope. See you around, Sweetie Belle!” Pinkie called out. “Now, let’s get two you taken care of…”

The apple pie was average but very filling for my pony body. But I could tell that I would require sleep soon, and with Trixie only having one bed, she’ll have to learn to sleep on the floor. Or until she wises up and buys another bed with the bits she earned today. As I have said before, her carriage was… less than adequate, but usable. In time I knew I would be able to move up in this world, and gain a real place I can call my domain. And when that happens, I can truly think in peace. Think of how I shall gain power, and about what I shall do when I become my true self once again. But above all else, the thing on my mind was the sky, the stars, and a small blue gem among them that I learned to destroy. Earth was a place that I would see again, in time.

“Doctor Strange, I hope you’re still alive when I return…” I muttered to myself.

“Who is Doctor Strange, Master?” Trixie asked with her mouth full of cake before quickly covering her mouth, while her eyes stared at me scared.

I smiled and let out a chuckle. “It’s so amusing when one of my servants stutters and asks out of line,” I murmured before my horn glowed, and implanted an image within Trixie’s mind. Her eye’s popped even wider, but this time in confusion. “That is Doctor Strange, my greatest foe… If you ever see him, quietly warn me of his presence. Do you understand?”

Trixie quickly started to nod over and over, and her hesitation made me laugh again, but this time it was out of malice. “Don’t worry about speaking when you're not supposed to, Trixie. If you don’t otherwise it will blow my cover,” I said with a very happy smile that made her calm down. “And you’ll know when you anger me because you’ll be dead.” Trixie’s eyes shrank as she stared at me, and again this made me laugh.

What? I, as the Dreaded One, have the right to enjoy the little things in life. As at the moment, I held no joy within my heart, only resentment, and hate. But I was no fool, and I knew dwelling too long in these negative emotions would affect me for the worse. Even if joy does come at the pain or fear of others, it was something that I needed.

“Wipe that expression of fear off of your face, Trixie,” I commented before my eyes looked over to the door. “We have visitors.”

And like that, there was a knock at the door. Trixie stood up and stepped over to it, before taking in a deep breath, and opening the door. “The Great and Powerful Trixie demands to know why you would be bothering her at this late hour, and more importantly, bothering her Master?!”

“W-we’re sorry, Miss Trixie, we were just going through town and all looking for ya’ to get your autograph…” A young male pony voice answered.

“Ya’, we wanted the Great and Powerful Auto-mo-fraf!” Another voice added.

“It’s pronounced autograph, Snails…” The first voice muttered.

“Oh, sorry, Snips…” Snails apologized.

“If it will make the two of you leave, then so be it. Hand Trixie what you wish for her to autograph!” Trixie demanded.

“Yeah, that'll show spike that Trixie is the greatest and most powerful there ever was!” Snails yelled.