My Second Life: Alchemy is Profit!

~An undisclosed amount of time later~

“Y'all can’t do this!” Applejack shouted. “Please for the love of Celestia!” Rarity shouted as well. I think Fluttershy probably said something but Rainbow Dash cut her off with a shout and struggled against the chains that bound all of them. Pinkie ate popcorn and Twilight was still sleeping off the effects of the tranquilizer.

Anyways. “Look, if there were some other way, I’d totally consider it but I kind of have to do this now so…” I turned around to the large electrical panel in front of me. Above me lightning cracked and arced down cables into the machinery of the large gateway in front of me. Donning a cool technomagical gauntlet studded with tubes and all sorts of other stuff, I flipped the switch to bring my master into the world. “MWAHAHAHAHAA” I laughed, playing up the part. Nearby, my business partner/accountant/lawyer Double Book, facehoofed.

The giant portal groaned with the effort. Lights and runes all along the parameter surged to life and space in the middle of the portal shimmered before turning black.

“Oh get it over with already” Discord shouted from his seat, a convoluted array of wires and straps resembling an electric chair. A milkshake with a large curly straw floated nearby. “Some of us have important chaos to attend to.” He said, taking a sip from the drink.

“Hey this is my moment ok, just let me have this.” I said.

“NOT SO FAST!” An impressively loud female voice shouted.

The gate to the castle crashed inwards with two large hoof shaped prints cartoonishly imprinted in it.

“Stop in the name of Equestria.” Celestia commanded, her and her sister strided over the ruined gate. “Thou shalt not hurt mine friends!” Luna added in her adorkable royal accent.

“Hmmm… na sorry, I’m already sort of committed here.” I said, leaning over the metal railing. The portal shook with a loud deep groan. “Besides, my master is sort of already on his way through.”

Indeed, out from the portal stepped one slimy dark green hoof, followed by another. The horrible form of my master began to emerged from the portal.

“Brace thyself sister, the enemy approacheth!” Luna shouted as the two took up positions in front of the portal

With a deep grunt, my master tumbled on through.

……

“Is that all?” Luna asked in surprise, shocking her out of her Royal Battle Voice™.

I facehoofed, nearly bludgeoning myself on my totally useless technomagical gauntlet. My dark master, the one that sent me here, the one that would not stop pestering me since I first got here, stood in all its slimy, tentacled glory at just over a foot in height, about the size of a small foal. “Oh thank heavens, the princesses are here to save me from this evil entity.” I deadpanned.
“Luna it could be a trap!” Celestia said.

“Sister, look, it is adorable.” she said, outstretching a hoof.

“Sister stop! You do not know where this creature has been, it could be poisonous.”

My master groaned, but all that came out was a little peep.

“Please save us all Princesses from this evil that intended to bring about 10,000 years of darkness that's totally different from nightmare moon’s darkness but still quite dim.” I said, twisting and fainting on the guardrail in my best Rarity impression.

Celestia glowing with golden fury, stood over my master, towering with her freaky alicorn height. “Is that true? Did you intend to enslave this kingdom and all the ponies inside of it?”

With a squeak, my master backed and tripped on a rock.

“Aww sister, you made it soil itself.” Luna coo’d.

From my platform, I could in fact see, a small inky puddle form on the ground.

With another peep, my master turned around and hopped back into the portal which promptly exploded in a mass of arcs and fire for some reason.

“And once again, the day is saved thanks to plot-onium.” I said, taking a chug from a soda. “So when can I expect my repairs che...OOF.” A bolt of yellow smacked right into me, knocking me off the platform and headfirst into a pile of gears.

“Sister, you did not have to hurt him so.” Luna said concerned. Damn she’s best princess.

“It’ll take a lot more head trauma to keep me… down.” I said, pulling myself out from the pile. Another totally random explosion occurred. I should have probably not skimped on those power shunts after all I guess. The catwalk gave way and collapsed on top of me. They say the definition of irony is doing something over and over again and expecting a different outcome, or is that insanity? Who cares, concussions suck.