'The "free" space in the intertwined complex within complex was an utter cluster, such a mess willingly achieved by the corporate manager. The only un-living organism, or rather- object, was visible, kind of, as it was not covered by multiple supplies fitting for the storage room. The handsome hunk's basement, I'd rather say.
The topic of the investigation was this object. The most meaningful and securely hidden piece of evidence, helping Manager Handsome to accomplish his mission, defeating Evil Cliche in the semi-final battle, after battle, after battle, then leading to the war. The fate of Equestria- no,-The world!- NO!
The fate of the whole wide Universe was on the balance, and Manager Handsome couldn't risk it for the biscuits this time. He, indeed, wanted to lay on the smug bed in the Summer Condo for guests downtown. And, yes, he didn't care about the hygiene there. He was a billionaire, but he, too, wanted to save money and appreciated the fact that the Summer Condo downtown was free. Anyways, the world- I mean, the Universe depended on Evil Cliche's obliviousness about the all mighty object. The one, the only-'

Twilight's curiosity reached its highest peak at this point in reading. The description was- marvelous. Everything was that of mere perfection. In the world of books, Twilight was always free. She felt normal again. She was so engulfed in reading- she didn't even notice that everything in the book was, well- silly. It was a detective novel, and it didn't make any sense for some, but, Twilight wanted to let go sometimes, reason why she was just sitting in the kitchen on a Friday morning, peacefully enjoying her pancakes before heading off and flipping on the switch at the top of her head that said 'Strict and serious mode- Activate.' Just as Twilight was about to resume to her reading, the door opened ajar, revealing the most handsome stallion ever, in Twilight's imagination. Her ears flinched as she realized who just caught her in a state such as this. Such a preposterous and unfitting state for the ruler of Equestria, possibly the most powerful leader in the world.
Flash Sentry smirked at Twilight, his anxiousness around his supposed boss fading away in the last couple of days. He glanced over at the cover of the book Twilight was reading as she closed it and put it down on the kitchen table, besides her pancakes. She blushed red, and Flash read the authors name out loud.

"So, you read Pinkamena's novels? Huh, you didn't strike me as the bookish type. I've never read her work in terms of literature before, but I've heard her books are absurdly genius. Don't know what they mean about the absurd part, though......." - Flash Sentry paused to look at Twilight, who was slowly regaining her consciousness and confidence. She was literally about to faint at the sight of one of her new royal guards catching her reading this particular book, but, then sighed as she realized Flash had no idea what was going on.

"Well, though they may have some mistakes here and there, you can't blame her, she has one heck of a mind for writing novels such as these..."- Twilight instantly regretted her use of words once they slipped out of her mouth. Flash Sentry chuckled, then gave out a soft sigh.

"Come to think of it, Twilight, is Pinkamena similar to Pinkie Pie? Or are they related?"- Flash Sentry inquired, looking over to Twilight, who glared at him in response. Twilight knew that Pinkamena was her old friend's full name, but something deep in the depths of her brain was telling her not to tell Flash who the anonymous author really was. Plus, she would be ashamed to admit that she still missed some of her friends. Again, ruining her professional and independent image.

"Flash- you know I hate the mention of my old friends...."- Twilight said, as Flash's confidence washed off once more. He stared daggers at the ground, not really knowing why some kind of anger tensed up in his soul. He didn't feel any sympathy for Twilight's foes. They must've done something horrible to his princess, surely causing some mental trauma to the poor soul. He wanted to go out there and show them a piece of his mind. Unfortunately for him, that was no easy task. The long lost elements and friends were scattered all over Equestria, each with their unique identity. Except for Rarity..... That mare seemed long gone.
Flash got an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he started at Twilight's eyes, once again. Those beautiful, gorgeous, lavender eyes. He felt like he was going to melt because of the heat between the two. Twilight's heart, on the other hoof, skipped a beat, as she, too, started into his eyes, exploring and toying with his feelings and emotions, invisibly almost, acknowledging his handsome features. She had never realized just how caring and charismatic Flash was.
Flash broke the tension between the two, disappointing both him and Twilight.
The short, but, lovely moment would surely never be forgotten by the two.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Twi. I promise to never remind you of your past ever again."- he said, as he looked over to the lavender alicorn with a sympathetic smile. The mare blushed yet again, hiding behind her mane, afterwards returning the smile to Flash. Trying her best not to break down in tears. No- she was strong. She could hold back. She didn't need a shoulder to cry on. Why dwell on the past, when the present and future are right in front of your eyes, waiting to be explored and discovered? She shrugged, and flew past Flash in the blink of an eye, surprising the stallion even further. What had been a morning filled with wishes and surprises, soon faded away. Twilight, independent mare, ruler of Equestria, most powerful alicorn ever, she didn't need to count on anypony rather than herself. She winced at the memory of Flash and her. She must've stooped only so low as to fall head over heels for some lowly guard.
The trust and faith that she long ago had that somepony, anypony worthy would return- long ago drained away.

The room, indeed, was a cluster. It was flooded in sustained energy drinks and packages with donuts. Ripped or crumbled pieces of paper, with tears and blood, or, a red substance, stained on them. On the other side of the room was a diabolical mess, that of six crooked stools, one accompanied by a distressed mare.
The stools were positioned to surround a perfectly round, pink table. The pink mare was sat next to one of her best friends.

"O, why iz ze miz Pinkamena zis sad?
Pinkie, darling, zis iz ze pahty of yer life!
And right next to miz's best friends!
Forget them ponies!
Miz don't need them, at all!"- Madame Le Flour drousily, and, yet, with such poise, said, nudging Pinkie in the shoulder.

"But, t-they were m-my best friends...... They liked me once. I want them to like me again..... I can never forget them....Even though they weren't right to treat me in this way. It's just not fair, you know that, Madame Le Flour? Having the whole world in your hooves, then just- everything collapsing all of a sudden."- Pinkie said, brushing away her tears, and looking towards her other guests.

"Madame Le Flour be right for darn once.
Yeh ain't need these fools. They be awfully wrong about
yeh. You ain't going to listen to them none, ye hear?"- Rocky commented, receiving nods from Mr Turnip and sir Lancelot.

"Why, darling, they are simply diabolical for treating you in such manners, darling,
rather than act like simple, calm and preserved ponies, darling.
Anyways, you have us, darling, and you wont find better friends than us, darling."- Sir Lancelot said, proving the latter to be wrong in a, ah, considerably objective way.

"B-but...."- Pinkie began sobbing again, as Mr Turnip glared at her unpleasantly.

"Ponies, ponies, ponies!
Tough up, won't you!
Besides, haven't you got that sturdy little writing business
to run?"- Mr Turnip said, achieving his goal, as he saw Pinkie rising up again. Her friends clapped in honor, as she headed for her desk, and away from her party.

A few hours later, a worn out mare lay against a huge bundle of papers and writing supplies. She was totally oblivious to all of her surrounding, and she was in a daze, hardly remembering anything from the day. A small alligator, without teeth, was laying calmly on her mane, that somehow remained poofy despite all of the events of the day. The mare lifted her head up slowly, careful not to cause any harm to her beloved Gummy. She caressed her eyeballs with her hoof, red veins popping out of them, due to the lack of sleep and proper food.

"Gummy,- she started, glancing over to her pet, and petting him on the head,- I- I ran out of ideas. I HAVE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH WRITER'S BLOCK!"- Pinkie yelled, the poof-iness of her mane vanishing as fast as a leaping streak of lightning. Her eyes were dry for a second. Then another passed. Gummy motionlessly opened his mouth for a mere second, and Pinkie jumped up, and grabbed her midnight black cloak and glasses, representing a perfectly normal 'author look'.

"You're right, Gummy. I have to go AND SCOUT FOR IDEAS!"- Pinkie paused for a second, then added- "Without unleashing my disguise, of course."- she said, before adjusting her abnormally large glasses. She grabbed her alligator, and headed straight for the door, shoving away all sorts of cans, and paper and- Oh, why do I bother.
Long story short, through the course of the years Pinkie was ruined.
She was an atrocious mess. Betrayed by the cruelty of the world. Blinded by the laughter, which haunted her to this day. She was like a shell- Covering up its true content, until it's cracked open again. Unleashing a wicked beast of rage, regret, tears, and no other body fluids will be mentioned.
Pinkie kicked open the door, a mountain of papers and cans slipping down through the slippery surface and escaping through the small, crooked door. Splinters flying everywhere, Pinkie avoided the awfully sharp objects, and began to flee as fast as she could to her desired destination. Trying to make a living out of her anonymous writing, Pinkie Pie had nobody to trust and 'laugh' with, rather than herself.
And her new, and better friends, at times, helped cheer her up.

A small, yellow, and faint dot flew across the horizon, with a motionless and almost invisible small, white dot, laying on the inferior dot's back. The yellow dot appeared to be heading somewhere, with a constant swift and turn here and there in its pattern. The white dot then slightly winced whenever those movements occurred, as it was like a gentle molecule in a view such as an unbeatable beast.
The fierce panther watched as the process continued, the dots heading towards his direction. He licked his mouth, waiting for his prey to near from his branch.
Fluttershy was sweating, as she considered this type of flying way too fast and rushed- she didn't really need to quicken the process too much for this certain thing. Angel, on the other half, was about to get sick. He glanced towards the nearing black figure's silhouette for a moment. It had something quite- unique about its features. Something unlike any normal creature, even a panther. Those eyes. He glanced at those eyes, as they glared at his own. Angel tried to protest, as he was terrified for his life, but it was already too late. Fluttershy landed right beside the figure.
As soon as the panther realized what was going on, he chuckled, and looked at Fluttershy with a pinch of concern in his eyes. The tension was growing up too much by now, as the mare looked apprehensive herself. She was about to ask a being of chaos a big favor...

"Discord...... No time to play games."- Fluttershy whispered, as a brilliant flash of light, bright enough to cause blindness to any normal pony, appeared. Just as the flash of light disappeared, it released a godly being. That of utter chaos. Superior to creatures of any kind. But, not superior to a certain lavender alicorn, one that he despised with a passion, and a shy little pony. One that he owed most of his freedom to.
Why did he despise Equestria's ruler, you may ask? She. That she-demon. She was the reason why he was staying here, waiting for some kind of food to come to him because he didn't want to starve. She. She took away his powers. Well, he could transform, but that was besides the point.
Anyways, she, not only took away his powers for her own, but banished him to some lowly forest. Not even some cool place like Tartarus, but a forest. He could've at least played around with some 'tough' villains on Tartarus. It just- wasn't fair. Fluttershy coughed, and Discord flew up, stretching his wings the furthest he can, to appear as a mighty lord.

"What do you want, you annoying little pegasus? And here I was, thinking I finally sought the perfect prey for my panther role play."- he said, eyeing the pegasus down.
Fluttershy shrunk at the sight of Discord raising his voice at her. He- he never did that to her before.

"Oh, stop putting the innocent act on. Just tell me what you want me to do for you. Transform and cosplay like some sort of Tik Tok person? Do you want a good laugh? Is that what it is? You want to make fun of me for my lack of powers!?"- Discord shouted, his rage emerging from the deepest depths of his brain.
Fluttershy curiously started at him, a tear trickling down her face, bewildered by the things he said. First of all, what was a person? And tik tok? Isn't that what the clock did? All of her stupid thoughts aside, the mare flew up to the draconequss's eye level. She glared at him sternly, too shy to say a word.
Discord gave out a laugh, patting the pegasus on her head, clearly bemused by the mare's actions.

"You still think that your pathetic little stare works on me?"- he teased her, clearly annoying both her and Angel.
Angel was getting extremely impatient by now, as he furiously nudged Fluttershy on her hoof, the one he was dangling from.

"Discord. Stop acting like a foal. I am NOT going to play along with another one of your stupid little games, you hear me? Stop thinking you can force anypony into believing your foolish nonsense. And, for once, just hear what I have to say!"- Discord's eyes shrank, imitating fear. He struggled to fight the urge to laugh at the light yellow mare's serious expression, but in the end, he gave in.

"What is it that you want, Fluttershy?"

"I will help you escape."- she said, eyeing Discord calmly. Discord looked bewildered, as he opened his mouth to speak, quickly being interrupted by the mare.

"Only on one condition, Discord."

"W-what is that, Fluttershy?"

"Promise me vengeance, Discord. It's only that I desire."

Author's Note

Sorry if I ruined the story and if this is stupid.
I literally have no idea what I'm doing.