Author's Note

Have a bonus chapter for the day Arthor2017.

Abacus Cinch actually had many suitors asking for her hand in marriage all the time?

"Rejected. Next."

The shambling mound of abstract shapes and colors hung its heads as it shuffled out.

Principal Blueblood of the local Canterlot Elementary sheepishly peeked into the room. As did Principal Sombra of the competing Crystal Military Academy, Alternate Not-Discord, and three demonic entities in a trenchcoat.

Abacus Cinch sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Come in. All of you."

They did as they were told by the madwoman.

"You--" she pointed at Alternate Not-Discord. "Don't you dare set foot upon my beautiful campus again unless you intend to assist my students in winning the next Competing Competition in Competition Studies. I want you to teach them the dark arts of this chaos magic that I have heard about from that wretched Canterlot High."

Alternate Not-Discord screeched as he got dusted Thanos-style.

"Sombra," Cinch's face softened. "It's been a long time. How has your little pet project been doing?"

"Crystals," Sombra muttered.

"Crystals indeed. I assume our students will be receiving your next batch of... equipment in time for the competition?"

Sombra grunted.

"Good, good. And I assume that you desire in return for your efforts... me?"

Sombra batted his eyes the best he could. Which was not well. In fact, it looked more like an awkward double-wink, and sounded like someone grinding rock salt against a chalkboard.

"Never change, Sombra. I'll let you know my thoughts by the end of the week."

Her eyes shot to the three demonic entities in a trenchcoat. "I know what you are. Go possess that traitor Twilight Sparkle or something. Make yourself useful to me and I might consider you."