Madness and Chaos

Chapter Meta

Warning: This chapter completely, and utterly breaks the rule about going Meta on FimFiction.

You have been warned.

Discord lay across the floor in the Court of Dementia, tapping his eagle claws against ground, the sound ringing through the dark and practically lifeless room. He let out a long sigh which turned to a frustrated growl as he arched his serpent-like body, his back and neck letting out a series of pops.

"Alright, when in Tartarus is this story going to get rolling again?" Discord asked no one in particular. Discord looked to the door leading outside. Remembering that Sheogorath had placed a spell on him that kept him from leaving, he abandoned the idea of opening it and trying to leave, but Discord's boredom overcame him and he went over anyway, "Might as well try seeing as nothing's happening fast."

As Discord opened the door and walked through it, he noticed he wasn't back in Dementia. In fact, it looked like he wasn't anywhere. Just an empty black void, it's lack of anything sending Discord's thoughts spiraling.

"Wha... I... I don't, wha?" he mumbled to himself before he noticed something off to his left.

Off in the distance Discord saw a cheap card table with a desk lamp and a deck of cards resting on it. On either side of it was Sheogorath and Pinkie Pie, both holding five playing cards in their hands and staring at each other intensely.

"Alright, I'll wager 5 gold," Sheogorath finally said after several minutes of silence, pushing a small stack of coins to the table's center.

"Okie dokie, I'll see your 5 and raise you 500 bits," Pinkie follows pulling out a satchel filled with coins, hoisting it up onto the table, the legs buckling beneath it.

"I fold," Sheogorath proclaims throwing his cards on the table.

"Ha! Gotcha, silly," Pinkie Pie responds as she throws down her cards and pulls all the gold toward her.

"Wait a minute, these were all you had?" Sheogorath asks in disbelief, "A 2, an 8, a get out of jail free card and two land cards from Magic the Gathering? By my beard, how do you keep doing this?"

"What's going on?" Discord finally interjects drawing Pinkie and Sheogorath's attention.

"We're playing poker, I think, and somehow she keeps winning," whines Sheogorath.

"You're just upset because you lost again," Pinkie retorts.

"No, I mean 'What's going on?', you know, with the story?"

"Oh, you didn't get the memo? We got cancelled," says Sheogorath as he points upward. As Discord looks up he sees giant red lettering reading "CANCELLED".

"WHAT!?" Discord screams at the top of his lungs.

"Yup, my guess is the writer got bored and decided to just end the story. And that's how we ended up here, in Fan-Fiction Purgatory."

"But, but, what about the Grey March, and my plans for Twilight and her horn, and the Prom?" Discord asks as he paces back and forth, coming his fingers through his hair in worry and disbelief.

"Guess we'll never know, sit down and play a few hands. It'll be nice to have a new player," Sheogorath offers, pulling a chair out of nowhere and pushing it toward Discord.

"No, I can't abide by this. This will not do. We will not be another Firefly," Discords proclaims as he marches away before snapping his fingers and creating a rift in space, walking through it. As his tail finally goes through, the rift snaps shut, leaving the Mad God and the pink party pony alone again.

"Huh, I wonder what he's up to," Pinkie wonders before dealing out another hand to Sheogorath, continuing their games.