Author's Note

Hey everypony, Vietmane here, I just wanted to say, please leave comments at the end of every chapter, even if I don't publish this till I finished it completely. Thanks.
Oh and I received permission from Puff herself, to include her in this story. Also, things aren't going to make much sense for a while. If you wait, it will.

The Start

I stare at the wedding from a distance. A changling could get sick from the love level here.

I lay under the tree to sleep. A wail breaks through the air.

“Shh. It will be all right, Screwball, it will be all right,”, I whisper as I fall asleep.

⏱.
It’s sunset. I stand up, still holding the child. I start towards the facility.
⏱.

I pull open the shed’s door. There are four men. Two of them I don’t recognize. One has a guitar. The forth is Big Mac. Maybe he’ll understand.

I walk into the building. Macintosh looks at me and glares.

“Discord” he growls.

He runs to me, followed by the blue haired guitar player. He grabs Screwball from me and hands her to the other.

“How are you alive?! You kill and turn ponies into humans for amusement, but now your stealing children?! Whose is it?!”

I’m panicking. I don’t know what to do.

I raise my hand and point at the other, his red guitar catching the little light on in the room.

“I name you Rumpelstiltskin!” I cry out. “I name you Rumpelstiltskin!” A game he and I used to play.
He nods and turns to the other two.

“Shield! Hold back and hold position. Sword! Block and hold position. Ignore Red Apple.”

One rushes over and pulls Big Mack away from me, then holds him back by the arms. The other stands defensively in front of me, spread eagled. In the brighter light, I can see that they’re made of stone.

“Strung! Are you mad? That’s Discord!” shouts Mac.

“And his child Screwball," is his reply as he hands her back to me, while pointing his axe guitar at Makin’.

Big Mac stop struggling.

“His child?”

As I expected, the first thing he asked when I show her to him is, “Where’s the beanie?”

Shield reaches into Big Mac’s back pack and removes the beanie from a familiar toy, before tossing the beanie to me. It than returns to being as stiff as a watched Angel.

“Tell Smarty Pants that I said thank you,” I tell Mac as I pull the little beanie over my little girl’s head.

I walk to the portal.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re always welcome to the House of Cruelty."

I smile.

" I know, but this is something I have to do. I know what the curses do, and what part I played in them. I’m sorry.”

I take a deep breath and step through the portal.

⏱. ⏲. ⏰.

“Oof!” is my first word through the portal.

“Crap,” is my second word as the guards approach me.

I stiffen in pain as my body starts shifting; the portals power taking effect now.

The first guard blinks.

“Did he just turn into Eris?”

The second guard, a unicorn, glares at me as his horn glows.

“Take the foal,” the unicorn commands the pegasus.

I remain on the ground as Screwball is once again taken from me.

“You see my horn?” asks the unicorn as he raises his hoof. “This will stop you from using your magic. And don’t you even think about attacking me, or this spell will slam you against the ground, you worthless piece of-!”

I clench my eyes shut as he swings down his hoof, just as a voice shouts, “Wait!”

“What?” the unicorn shouts back.

“This foal is purple and has swirled irises.”

“So?”

”She’s wearing a beanie with a propeller on top.”

My eyes are still clenched shut as I await the unicorn’s blow.

Silence continues on for 10 more seconds.

“Oh, forget this,” they say at the same time.

“I don’t care about some demon spawn!” the unicorn shouts.

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I leap up, shouting, "Her name is Screwball!"

"Oof! Ow! Ack! I'm on your side, I promise! Help! Stop hitting me!" is my victim's response.

I stop swinging and open my eyes to see the pegasus with no helmet on, a bleeding lip, a bloody nose, a black eye, and Screw ball cupped safely in his right wing. I climb off of him. I try to think of why he seems so familiar.

I watch as he climbs up and dusts himself off, mumbling, "My 'original' apparently fought off Daleks, I became part of the royal guard because of my strength, I have reflexes fast enough to pull a mosquito off my arm before it bites, and yet, I wasn't prepared for a lady with her eyes closed."

I snap my fingers as I remember, causing him to stiffly stand up straight, Screwball still cupped by his wing.

"You're the Discorded Doctor," I say before looking at my hand.

Claw, not hand. Is it claws or talons for fingers? are my thoughts before I am knocked down by the rush of memories.

I am flouting in a plane of chaos. Discord is in front of us. Our creator. Where you will be sent, there will be several newborns, dead, not by my hands, but by a force unknown to me. You will possess them and bring them back to life, so that, when the time comes, you will fight for your true master, Discord.

As I am sent away, I crash into another spirit, one that has been cursed. We spin off course, crashing into the other Discord servants. The curse from the new comer is spreading. As we pass through the ceiling of a hospital, I can see a face, a gray face staring back. Inside the hospital room is a mother, crying as two newborn girls are being taken out of the room.

I look around at my friends as I consider our oddities.
Me, the girl who is fascinated by Doctor Who, despite resembling the Doctor myself.
My sister, Lily, who believes in past lives, yet somehow, not in reincarnation.
Petunia, who is uneasy around happiness, even her own.
Flora, who just naturally acts so cruel, but doesn't know her own reasons for this.
Drake, who can make a bargain or find a way to get what he wants, without having to lay any loyalty to promises on his part.
Elite, who hoards simple junk, and turns them into art, but still won't get rid of the bad ones.
Janet, who lies so much, she made every 13th day of the week Opposite Day,
just to get it out of her system.
Mike, a major brony who loves the entire Pie family, most of all, Pinkie.
And my crush, Dalek, who was so like Derpy, his nickname is Muffin.

25th birthday. My Muffin gives me a gift he's been working on for who knows how long. In fact, I remember him working on something similar in middle school. A real,working Sonic Screwdriver.
He apologises for not having one for Lily. She responds by holding up a Time Turner plush and pointing to her husband-to-be, who has hair curlers in his hair that will never work.

Doctor Maniac grips us with his hand, shaking us slightly by the shoulder, and says, "May you take your transformation in stride," before disappearing.
We realize his left arm was down, yet he shook us both by his left shoulder using only his right

I survey all the ponies I have knocked out. One of them rises and dust himself off. He's unscathed. He resembles Flash Sentry, but his Cutie Mark resembles a sun. He wears a different armour than the others.
He look around before speaking.
It sounds Japanese.
"It is. Nice work you did, and without your Tool."
He looks directly at me.
"Oh and I said, 'Name's Hihg-Strung, and welcome to the EUP.'"