Edit: Thought I change up a few things, sorry to those expecting a new chapter, I really can't think of a good way to end it other than what's been put here.
One thousand years. I've ruled this world for one thousand years. I defeated the Elements of Harmony and exacted my vengeance on the royal sisters. That day was the best day ever. From then I spread my chaos throughout the world, wreaking havoc and disharmony freely, unchecked. Oh and the things I did to ponies were hysterical! I had so much fun, I used every idea I ever came up with while imprisoned and many more came to me as the years went on. Such chaos became almost self perpetuating at a point making my job that much easier.
Today however was different. I sat atop my throne, held up by the petrified bodies of the Royal sisters and the Elements of Harmony, and watched as my subjects try to survive the usual chaotic affairs I brought upon them. I watched, and watched, and watched, yet...nothing, I felt nothing for what I saw. I shrugged and moved to another part of my domain to see what ways the ponies lived under my rule...yet again...nothing. I searched the world over for my entertainment, but whenever I stopped and watched, and even took part in, I felt nothing. No joy in watching them try to make sense of themselves, no pride in my work, nothing. I returned to my palace, which was the Canterlot palace but I had turned it upside down for fun. I paced around my throne room pondering what new things could chaos bring. Chaos always would bring something new no matter what, that is it's very nature, but something about it seemed...off. I paced even more attempting to figure out what it was. Was I bored, did chaos finally lose the zest that it held so long ago? No that couldn't be it, chaos was always a fun new thing for me and everypony. What was I missing?
I spent at least fifty-two hyper day and night cycle changes figuring this out, only to finally have my train of thought broke by my most loyal minion and daughter, Screwball. I slapped my head. How could I forget her, of course she would have some new and exciting thing to do. I approached her when I saw the look in her face...boredom. She was bored as well, she looked up at me with her spiral eyes, filled confusion.
"Daddy..." she said "I don't know what I want to do today. Do you have anything we could do?"
I looked down with disappointment "No my little abomination...I can't seem to think of a thing we can do."
She perked up a little "What if we made all the water infected with fire?"
"No no...we did that last year"
Her head sunk down again and I snapped my fingers "What if we blew up the sun!"
She shook her head "Remember we did that fifty-two years ago...and we got really bad sunburn"
I put my claw to my chin. What was it that was making this so difficult. How could utter chaos get boring? I went off to find a place to sleep, perhaps my dreams would offer some advice on the subject. I found a cotton candy cloud and leaned back on it drifting off.
I fell asleep, hoping my dreams would be filled with new ideas for when I awoke to bring more chaos to the land, but instead of chaos I saw something else...the land was not it's usual checkerboard color scheme, but a solid color, simple. The sky was not its ever changing weather patterns and colors, but peaceful. The ponies I saw weren't running around frantic, but instead composed and coherent. It wasn't making sense! How could my dreams not provide chaotic impulses and new and interesting ways to have fun?! I awoke in a sweat, breathing heavily almost as if coming out of a nightmare. Sleep did not come well the rest of the night.
The next 'day' I finally woke out of my restless sleep. I still needed to find out what was making me feel this way, this boredom. I flew about the world, scanning every little detail, maybe something I missed, maybe something that I didn't see before that would provide something new. To my displeasure I found nothing, nothing new, nothing interesting, just the same chaos that has enveloped it for thousands of years.
I rattled my head. What was I saying, chaos isn't old, or the same, it's supposed to be new and different, it's supposed to bring change. Yet these things chaos brought no longer, I returned to my throne, defeated. I began my ascent up the stairs when for some reason the statues supporting my throne caught my attention. I moved my throne off the statues hoping to spot something, but no, they still stood there, unchanging. I peered at them closer, they didn't change one bit. They're horrified, pained, saddened expressions stayed on their faces and their bodies stayed stone. Yet something about them wasn't right. I vandalized them enough times to know that there was nothing new about them, but yet they seemed different.
I was staring at them for hours, trying to figure out what was different about them. I couldn't get it out of my head, I even called Screwball in to see if she could spot something. She scrutinized every last detail with me and came to the same conclusion, something was indeed different about them. Was the color of the stone a slightly different shade? No it was the same. Did their faces move slightly? No they stayed exactly the same. Nothing had changed about them physically, yet something about them was different. What was it? I sat there going through everything that could have changed about them in my head Yet nothing changed!
I was stomping around them examining them over and over again "What changed!? What is different about you!?" I lifted them up, moved them around, examined everything about them, but there was no change, no difference, no...chaos..It hit me all at once, the reason I found chaos boring. There can be no change without somethingto change. Harmony is what allows you to know what's changed! Harmony tells you 'no' and makes it that much more fun to defy! Harmony is how you can tell there's chaos! Without it there's nothing just...just...boredom.
I thought for hours on how to bring harmony back into the world, while at the same time not being imprisoned once more myself. I looked out the window, pondering my next step. I remembered the castle used to be another way around, so I flipped it. Then I ran through the halls of the castle returning everything to it's original place. I bust through the front doors, and looked about. I saw everything that I had done and swallowed hard. I flew through the town returning everything back to the way it was before I broke free, ponies who I had kept a firm grip of chaos on had their minds finally calmed. I didn't stop there, I flew the world over returning everything back to normal...it pained me a little to see all my work undone, but it was by my own hand so it softened the blow.
Screwballs intercepted me about halfway through my work. She tried to comprehend what I was doing and when I explained it to her all I got was a blank stare. I must have spent hours trying to get her to comprehend my plan.
"So you want to make harmony?"
"YES, that's what I've been saying Screwball!"
"But why?"
"Because there can be no chaos without harmony, if there's no harmony there's nothing to change, and if there's nothing to change then there is no chaos!"
"I don't get it..."
I slapped my head and snapped my fingers snapping her out of existance for the time being. She would be fine, just...non existent until I can make chaos fun again.
By the end of the day I had done it, everything was back to it's harmonious state from when I changed it first. I rested on the same cotton candy cloud that gave me my dream of harmony. I was unaware that within the confines of my throne room, a crack formed on the statue of Celestia...
