Principle Twilight sat at her desk as she read the form in front of her. It was enrollment form for a new student. She scanned the form carefully; reading over every little detail. She smiled as she sat the form down. Before she looked at the mare and stallion in front of her. Both of them had nervous smiles on their faces.

“Well?” The mare asked.

“I believe your son will be a perfect addition for our school.” Twilight answered with a happy smile.

Both the mare and stallion sighed in relief; as they smiled back at her.

“Thank you, Principal Twilight,” The stallion thanked her, “Thank you.” He repeated in very grateful voice.

“No problem.” She replied.

As the three talked in her office; just outside her office a young unicorn colt sat. He had a solid white mane and matching tail. His body color solid yellow. His eyes were solid blue. On his flank was the image of a sword, knife and a dagger. He stared at the wall in front of him with a stoic face. He breathed gently as he waited for his parents to come back out. But, after the thirtieth minute had passed. He had grown bored of just sitting still. He got up off the chair and began to walk down the hall. Eventually, he came to the entrance of the library. It made him smile before he walked in and began to search its many shelves. He eventually found a book that perked his interest. His horn glowed and he pulled it from the shelf. Before walking over and sitting at one of the many tables. The book he selected was a book about the history of equestrian swords.

He smiled again as he used his magic to flip from page to page. He read every word and studied every image. He even brought out a small journal from his saddlebag. He placed it next to the book he was reading; writing in it every now and then. By the time he had reached the middle of the book. A group of six creatures had walked into the library. The group consisted of a dragoness, a hypogriff, a griffin, a yak, a changeling, and a earth pony. They were talking to each other; a few of them shaking their heads at a comment. While a few of them chuckled at it.

“So,” The dragoness began getting everyone's attention, “Who else almost fell asleep through miss, Applejack's. Founding of Ponyville lesson?” She asked.

The changeling in the hypogriff lifted their respected hoof and claw. While they chuckled.

“Yak history better than pony history,” The yak of the group spoke, “More stuff gets smashed rather than built.” She finished.

The changeling then spoke, “At least your yak history and pony history; dose not have your kind leeching off other species.” She commented on her kind.

As the group spoke to one another it was the griffin who took notice of the colt. He motioned his claw to gain everyone's attention and then pointed towards the colt. When they looked at the colt they asked each other who he was. How long had he been sitting there. Eventually, one of them was selected to go talk to him. It was the dragoness. Slowly, she approached the colt who continued to read the book in front of him. When she reached his side; she though he would look at her. But, he didn't even glance at her.

Smolder wondered what should she say to him. Figuring, that he was so into the book he was reading. That she may spook him if she touched his shoulder. So, with a deep breath she prepared herself to speak to him.

“My name is Razor,” The colt suddenly spoke as his gaze shifted to his journal, “It is not polite to stare.” He finished before taking a pencil into his maw. Allowing him to write in his journal.

Smolder's mouth hung open; she was just about to say hello and introduce herself to him. And, he just spoke to her in a voice void of emotion.

“If your mouth stay open long enough; a fly will fly in it.” The colt suddenly spoke again.

Smolder immediately snapped into reality. Her mouth snapping shut as her senses finally returned to her. She unintentionally growled at the colt; she caught herself mid-growl. Worried about how he would react. For, a single minute both of them were completely silent. The colt reading the book and writing in his journal. While Smolder wondered who was going to break the silence again.

“I have introduced myself,” He spoke up breaking the silence again, “You should introduce yourself. Unless you want me to call you by your species name.” He finished.

Smolder shook her head in both frustration and annoyance. The colt sounded like some stuck up kid; probably wondering why some dragon was speaking to him. Just the very though made her want to growl again. She was about to speak to him; but she was stopped when he suddenly reached into his saddlebag. He pulled out a small pencil sharpener and began to sharpen his pencil.

Razor didn't care about the dragoness he was annoying. All he cared about at the moment was was finishing the sword he was drawing. Once the pencil was sharpened to the tip. He put the finishing touches on what he was drawing. He smiled when he he had finally got the shading right.

“Better.” Razor suddenly spoke as he looked over to the book.

Smolder released an irritated sigh as she brought her claw up to her face. She rubbed her forehead as she tried to calm herself down. She took in a much needed breath; and slowly exhaled it. Calming herself down before she spoke again.

“Hello,” She began keeping her claws at the ready just encase she needed to defend herself, “My name is Smolder.” She finally introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you,” Razor replied as he focused on his journal again, “Now, can you please leave me alone. You are annoying me.” He finished.

The others knew that the colt had just dug his own grave. Smolder had just introduced herself; politely. Well, in dragon standers of politeness. And, he had just said that she was annoying him. Each of them knew how this was going to end. So, before the fight had even started they had to make sure it was already finished. Ocellus and Yona were the ones to hold Smolder back. While the others gave threatening glares at the colt.

Gallus got next to the colt and turned him to look at him, “Listen,” Gallus began in a angered tone, “Who do you think you are!?” He growled out.

“You're feathers are blue,” Razor responded as he turned back to the book, “I hate blue.” He finished.

Gallus growled louder as he made the colt look at him again. The colt showed no emotion. No fear or anger. He just stared forward at him. Gallus brought one of his claws back and balled it into a ready to punch the colt. While the others looked on in worry and horror.

“If you are going to punch me,” Razor suddenly spoke, “Are you going to attempt to knock me out?” He asked.

Gallus stopped for a moment; for that was a first for all of them. The colt had just asked if he was going to knock him out. Which at the time seemed like a very good idea. He nodded at the colts question.

“Then you are aiming wrong,” Razor replied as he looked at the fist, “You want to aim for the jaw or the carotid artery. That will cause instant knockout if struck hard enough.” He finished.

“What?” Gallus asked confused entirely on why the colt would help him.

“There is another way to bring an opponent down,” Razor spoke again, “Would you like to know?” He finished his question.

Gallus nodded but his answer was not words. No, it was a huge jolt of pain that shot right from his groin. He released the colt from his grasp and fell to the floor. Groaning loudly in pain as one of his friends got to his side. He couldn't believe it. The colt just kicked him in his crotch and had gone back to what he was doing.

“What is your problem!?” He heard his friend Sandbar suddenly shout in anger.

“He left himself open,” He heard the brat reply, “It's his own fault.” He finished.

“That was low and you know it!” Silverstream shouted at the colt.

Razor looked at her, “Your coat is blue. I hate blue.” He spoke to her; repeating his dislike of the color blue.

Now Silverstream was angry; she was about to say something but she was interrupted by a familiar tomboyish voice.

“Hey!” The voice of coach Rainbow dash shouted, “What's going on here?” She asked before seeing Gallus being helped up off the ground by Silverstream, “What happened to him?”

Each of them looked towards the colt; who was already back to reading the book. Rainbow dash immediately got in front of the colt; making him look up at her.

“Well,” She began, “What did you do to Gallus?” She asked.

Razor's answer was one he would repeat for a third time, “Your coat and feathers are blue. I hate blue.” He finished.

Rainbow dash was angered by what the colt had said to her. She was about to say something back to him. But, by then Twilight and Razor's parents had walked into the library.

“Rainbow!” Twilight shouted.

“Twilight!” Rainbow replied.

“Principal Twilight!” The six suddenly spoke

“Razor!” Both of his parents yelled but he did not reply to either of them.

“What's going on?” She asked.

By the time everything was explained to her. Razor parents had grown worried for not only their son. But, also his enrollment into the school. Twilight, she was stuck in between a rock and a very hard place. Her only student had just met the schools new student. Not aware of his condition that she was just recently informed of. Taking in a deep breath; she prepared herself to explain to her students Razors condition.

“Everyone,” She began getting everyone's-aside from Razor's- attention, “The colt at the table,” A small hint of worry entered her mind; knowing that she was probably about to ignite a very volatile situation, “His name is Razor edge,” she continued allowing everyone aside from Smolder to know his name, “He's going to be one of our new students.” She knew this was going to probably set everything off. So, before anyone could voice their disapproval to his enrollment. She brought one of her hooves up. Allowing her to keep everybody quiet, “I understand that your first impression of him wasn't exactly a good one.”

Smolder spoke up after that, “He said I was annoying.”

Gallus was the next to speak, “He got a cheap shot on me and he said he hates me.” He finished.

Before anyone could say anything else; it was Razors' turn to speak, “I do not hate you. Just the color of your feathers.” He spoke.

As Razor's parents began to speak to their son. Twilight led the student's to the other side of the library. So, that she could possibly inform them about their new classmate.

“Alright,” She began as she looked at her students, “I can safely assume none of you like Razor at the moment?” She received a nod from all of them. It made her sigh out of despair. This would probably be harder than she thought, “Well, Smolder, Gallus. I'm sorry if he hurt both of you and you have a right to be mad at him. But, understand this everyone; he didn't mean any of what he said.” She finished.

“Could have fooled me.” Sandbar replied getting the others to agree with his comment.

“Listen,” Twilight did her best to try and help them understand, “Razor has a mental condition known as Asperger's syndrome,” She continued as everyone looked to one another. Clearly confused by what she just said that he had, “It's a condition that is subtype of a autism spectrum disorder. He didn't mean to hurt anybody with what he said or did. He just speaks what's on his mind.”

It was then that Gallus had interrupted her, “Then can you explain why he kicked me.” He finished still feeling a twinge of pain.

Twilight answered, “When you replied to his question he answered. Yes, he did attack you. But, in his mind he did nothing more than answer your question.” She finished.

Silverstream spoke up then, “Then, why did he say he hated him, me, and miss Rainbow dash?” She asked with the others nodding in response.

“He's very honest,” She replied, “He does not like the color blue. So when he hates the color of your feathers,” She pointed towards Gallus, “Your fur and Rainbow's fur,” She continued, “He only saw the color blue. Which is a color he does not like for an unknown reason. So, he was not trying to be disrespectful or mean. He just says what's on his mind.” She finished.

Her student's were more confused now. How could anypony say something like that and act normal about it. How can anypony hate just a single color and say that to another creature. How can a colt see causing bodily harm as an answer.

“I know you're talking to them about me,” Razor suddenly spoke causing everyone to look towards him. His parents were trying their best to move him along, “They now know I have Asperger's; and they probably do not understand it.” The way he spoke was calm and contained. While the others felt it was more of an icy calm, “I don't think I'll make any friends in this school. Tomorrow I may make them hate me again,” He turned to leave the library as his parents tried to explain to him this may be different, “I am used to it. It does not affect me anymore,” He turned to Twilight and the others, “Goodbye.” He finished as he and his parents began to walk towards the exit of the school.

The group was left in complete silence; they were left completely speechless. He was expecting to come back tomorrow; and he was expecting to make them hate him again. Sure, he did cause them to feel some anger towards him. But, they did not hate him. As he left each of them looked towards Twilight. Who looked at them with a concerned look.

“I know what I'm about to ask is going to be very difficult for each of you to do,” She began as she looked at her students, “But, can each of you give him a chance. He's had a very hard time at other schools,” She continued before walking towards the exit of the library. Before walking out she looked back towards her students, “Please......just give him a chance.” She finished before walking out of the library.

Her students were left to their own thoughts. Just a little while ago each of them were introduced to Razor. A colt with something called Asperger's syndrome. A colt that just attack Gallus and insulted Smolder, Silverstream and coach Rainbow dash. Yet, he didn't mean any of it. Hopefully tomorrow it would be easier. But, at the same time they wondered just how difficult it would be to get along with him.

Author's Note

My Oc Razor Edge is based on my little brother who has a an autism spectrum disorder. he is very brilliant in what he does. What he does is artwork. his deviant art is Theclockoogang. if y'all wanna check him out go ahead. but, if you like the story leave a like and comment. Oh, the chapter has changed a little. but, the story itself has changed. I'm taking some advice from a previous comment and doing something different. The first chapter has a lot of old elements from the stories previous incarnation. but, later chapters will be different.