Author's Note

As the title says, this is an interlude. It's basically a bunch of comedic half baked ideas that are floating around in my head.

You can skip it if you want, it doesn't have much to do with the story, I just thought it'd be funny to write some warp situations. Most of them won't be more than 2-3 paragraphs, so don't be disappointed.

Interlude: Future: Where Are my Salts!

It's a beautiful morning in ponyville, days have passed without incident and the townsponies are relaxing in the peaceful week that's sure to come. Afterall, if the first half of the week was easy, then the last half will be just fine.

That is, if the black robed creature from before wasn't currently glaring out from the darkness of Twilight's darkened basement like a foreboding shadow. A foreshadow if you will.

"Won't you come out Thaum? I don't know what's gotten into you but you need to get some sunl-" As soon as she starts saying it, a flurry of almost legible voices come pouring out of the creature in her basement. She caught things such as 'the sun burns' and 'it hurts my eyes down here'. Obviously she thought it was overreacting, though she didn't realize that the creature meant literally what it said.

Eventually, Twilight forces the Thaumaturge up and out of the basement and out into the light of the sun. It looks calm for a moment and Twilight smiles kindly at it, as if she had just helped out one of her friends. In fact she was just about to head into the library to write such a friendship report when the Thaumaturge suddenly ignites and starts screaming in its eldritch tongue, running down the straightaway, making ponies around it faint as it goes by them screaming.

Twilight then decides to just slowly go back into her house and close the door, pretending she didn't force her friend out of the safety of darkness into the burning purity of the sun.

Twilight stares, there's a mess in her house.

Twilight stares, a mess with warning signs around it.

The signs say "Don't touch"

The signs say "Especially you Twilight"

The Thaumaturge is cleaning it up.

The Thaumaturge is placing her good towels on the glowing purple puddles. Then burning them.

Those are her good towels...

What is that purple stuff...

Why can't she touch them.... Especially.

"Thaum, what did you do"

"M̤̹͚͎̀e̪͢ś̷̞̱̞͕͍̩s͏̢̯̱͞"

She realizes something then and there.

Applejack gets to take care of it next week.

The creature seems frustrated, looking over it's strange workbench, glaring at things she couldn't even hope to understand.

"What seems ta be the problem Thaum?" Applejack asks the black robed being in front of her, wondering why it looks so frustrated

It speaks and Applejack winces, the spell Twilight cast lets her at least semi understand what it's saying, but it still hurts quite a bit to listen to it speak. "F̯̩̬̲̹̞̪ͅl̶̡̙͓̬̹̀u̸͚̙̟̭̮͍͓̕x̺͙̝̜̯͠ ̸̖͓̕͠F̧̫̀l̗̙̠̭̝̥͙ṵ̸" It pauses. "N̶̶͓̬̝͕͚ͅo͏̞ ̶̫̪͡N̸̸̜͍͓o̗̤̜̟̻̞̻̥d͏̤͚̗̻͔͔̥͈e̸̜̺̫̹͓̲͜" It seems to frown. "U͏͙̤̦͍̖͕̞̖͎́n̛҉̫͈̭ć҉̙̹r̸͖̹̞̻̤̭͝a̧̖͚̟̩͡f̷̵̫͚͘t̟͉̖̖̝̲̬̥͜͞a̵̛̠̖b̟͚͔̝̠̻̹l̺̮͍̖̳̪͕͠é̸̡͕̳͕̻". Of course, whatever it said was actually much longer than what she understood, and even what she understood didn't really make sense to her. What is flux flu? A node? What did those have to do with whatever it was making?

It then grumbles something about salts and alchemy. But Applejack has had enough of the headache the Thaumaturge speaking gave her and simply walked away. Rainbow Dash should take it next, she might be able to stand it more since she did give two tail shakes about trying to understand 'egghead stuff'.