Author's Note

Sorry to those who were waiting for this, I meant to have it finished sooner, but I got kinda sidetracked.

Tell your friends, and enjoy.

The Hero's Assemble

Anton stepped out of the front door of his house and onto his front porch, all the while he tried to stifle a yawn as he stretched. He looked down at the happy little town below him and smiled. For five months now, Anton had called the skies over Ponyville home, defying physic's at the same time.

"It's so peaceful," said Anton his smile growing wider "I'll fix that."

With a swift snap of his wrist he sent a large stampede of white rabbit's running through the small town, terrifying and waking up ponies as they ran.

Anton sighed happily "much better."

What up bitch, what's been goin' on," said a voice Anton hadn't heard in a long while.

"Hello voice in my head, how have you been," said Anton happily.

"You really should just give me a better name author, 'voice in my head' doesn't really roll off the tongue," deadpanned the voice.

"How about Asshole," said the author condescendingly.

"C'mon Author, at least try," pleaded Anton.

"Ugh fine, his name is Jim, happy," said the Author with a groan.

"Whatever," said Anton and Jim in unison.

"Back to the story," said the Author trying to move on.

"So Mr. Author dude, we gonna get a harem," asked Jim hopefully.

"No," said the Author curtly.

"Damn it," said Jim with a let down tone.

"Can we move on now, you two have to meet up with Pinkie in twenty-five minutes," said the Author angrily.

"Fine, fine... we'll go," said Anton.

"Just one more question," said Jim giddily.

"What," asked the Author angrily.

"Did you see Celestia's flanks in the previous story, like my god talk about perfect," said Jim drooling a bit.

"DAMN IT JIM," yelled the Author and Anton in unison.

Fifteen minutes later Anton stood outside of Sugarcube Corner, he pulled out a silver pocket watch with The Arms of Chaos etched in black on the lid. He opened it by clicking the button on the side to reveal a winding minute hand, and a serrated hour hand. The hands were rotating in opposite directions, the backing inside of the watch consisted of a swirling black and white design. The numbers weren't numbers at all, instead the twelve zodiac symbols.

Anton nodded curtly "right on time."

Anton opened the door causing a bell above his head to sound off.

"HONEY, I'M HOME," exclaimed Anton.

Ms. Cake giggled behind the counter "She's in her room dearie."

"You awesome, I appreciate that," said Anton dramatically.

Ms Cake just rolled her eyes and shook her head "Go on up dear."

Anton moonwalked to the back door gripping a black fedora that sat upon his head, grabbing his waist band and letting out a sudden "OWH."

"I swear, he's making less and less sense, he's definitely got to be Discord's younger brother," said Ms. Cake with a chuckle and a sigh.

Anton opened Pinkie's door and spotted his rosy best friend.

"Sup Pinks," said Anton happily.

"Hey dude, how you doing," said Pinkie with her usual giddiness.

"You ready to spread randomness," asked Anton.

"I'm gonna take a fucking nap, wake me when the threesome starts," said Jim walking away (in Anton's mind, don't know how.)

"What's a threesome," asked Pinkie curiously.

"You could hear him," asked Anton.

"Yep," said Pinkie with a nod.

"Well, a threesome is when three people get together and.... have fun," said Anton trying to sound convincing.

"Oh, okay," said Pinkie heedless of Jim's dirty mind.

"So, who do you want to prank today," asked Anton with a devious smile.

"Hmm," said Pinkie tapping a hoof on her chin "How about Lyra."

"Smashing," said Anton in an overly exaggerated British accent.

"Let's go," said Pinkie stuffing her party cannon... into... well, nothing. The thing literally just vanished into thin air.

"How does she do that, maybe she's secretly a chaos mage," thought Anton with a baffled expression.

"C'mon slowpoke," said Pinkie merrily skipping down the hall with a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Coming," said Anton before he began speed walking after her.

Anton and Pinkie sat in a row of bushes, carefully studying their next victim.

"What are we going to do," whispered Pinkie eagerly.

"I have just the thing," said Anton walking over to a tree and fishing out a small barrel.

The barrel looked like a typical wooden barrel, except it had the letter's B.O.M. printed in read on the top.

"What's that," asked Pinkie curiously.

"A barrel of monkey's," replied Anton with an evil smile.

Anton, without another word flipped the barrel on it's side and opening it as he did so. A steady stream on monkey's suddenly erupted from the canister, rapidly making a dash for Lyra. She squealed as the monkey's enveloped her.

"WHY ARE THERE MONKEY'S HERE," yelled a very angry Lyra.

"Muahahahahahaha," laughed Anton evilly.

"YOU," said Lyra bitterly "and to think I thought you were SEXY!"

"I am sexy, but I'm too sexy for you," said Anton full of undeserved pride.

Pinkie was rolling on the ground laughing, watching the ocean of monkey's and ponies.

"I guess we should stop monkeying around, and help," said Pinkie wiping a tear from her eye.

Anton sighed sadly "yeah, you're right."

Anton whistled loudly and got the monkey's attention, he pointed to the barrel and the monkey's nodded in understanding. In a huge wave the monkey's stuffed themselves back into the barrel. Anton deftly put the lid back on and twisted it, turning to Pinkie a realization hit him.

"Hey Pinkie," said Anton a smile growing on his face.

"Yeah," said Pinkie with a bright smile.

"You remember when I took designing lessons from Rarity," asked Anton excitedly.

"Mhmm," replied Pinkie with a nod.

"Well I used the lessons she gave me to make this," said Anton with a snap of his fingers.

With a quick flash Pinkie suddenly found herself in an outfit. The right side of the outfit was blue, while the left side was purple, the fabric making up the blue side was smooth and leathery. And the fabric making up the purple side was soft and almost fluffy. On her back was a green velvet cape. The outfit had an attached mask, the mask sporting the same color scheme except for around the eyes, of which had thin green rings. The mask also had a set of purple lenses that were almost bug-like in design. Pinkie's pink mane sprouted from the top of the mask in a Mohawk-like fashion. On the cape was a purple and blue circle with the letters 'HOMAC' printed in green in the center.

"What does 'HOMAC' stand for," asked Pinkie curiously.

"Heroes of Mischief and Chaos," said Anton proudly placing his hands on his hips in a more heroic pose.

"Why am I wearing this then," asked Pinkie raising a brow.

Anton snapped his fingers and out of a cloud of smoke, appeared in an almost identical outfit. The only difference being, his outfit was red, orange, and yellow, instead of purple, blue, and green. Also, his mask only went up to the top of his forehead, instead of covering his entire head.

"Pinkie Pie, will you become my mischievous partner, so we can fight evil and crime, all the while spreading the lessons of (harmless) Chaos and (harmless) Mischief," asked Anton with a smile.

"Of course I'll become your partner, but I'll need a superhero identity," said Pinkie excitedly.

"How about 'The Pink Trickster,'" asked Anton smiling.

"I love it," exclaimed Pinkie happily.

Anton snapped his fingers and the letter's on Pinkie's cape changed to a large green 'T.'

"I shall from this day forward become the superhero, Mayhem," said Anton changing the letters on his cape to a large yellow 'M.'

"All for one," started Pinkie holding out a hoof.

Anton, catching on to what she was doing, placed his fist against her hoof.

"And one for all," said Anton joyously.