The Derpy-Verse

BonBon lifted her head up from her pillow, blinking owlishly at the clock by her bed, which told her it was 4:01 a.m. She did not like being woken up without reason to begin with, let alone so early on the weekend, after a long week crunching for finals. However, whoever it was that had knocked on the door to her dorm room did not seem to care, and as such had more than earned her wrath.

The girl got up, stretching, the movement exposing a bit of her midriff as her feet touched the carpeted floor. It wasn't expensive carpet, by far. In fact, calling it 'cheap' might've been being too kind. It had a certain slick, plastic-y feel that made her wonder at how many smelly, sweaty feet had walked across it, throughout the years. She made a mental note to never let that thought slip in front of Lyra, with whom she shared the room, lest she come in one night to find the minty colored girl sniffing the carpet.

Another knock on the door sounded, causing BonBon's scowl to return full force. She pushed herself up with a groan, and walked out into the main room, noticing that Lyra's door was still shut. The girl could sleep through anything, a trait which BonBon truly envied right now. She walked over to the door as yet another knock, louder and more insistent, echoed through the room.

A part of her brain registered that there was something odd about the knock, a certain hollow echo, as though whoever it was, they were using an empty cup or bowl to strike the cheap, faux wooden door, as well as the placement, which seemed . . . quite low down, on the door, as though they were only about three or four feet tall.

However, these thoughts were mostly buried under the exhausted rage which was boiling up from within her. It was too early in the morning for it to be a child, as such it must be a dwarf, who was looking to commit suicide via angry college student. There was no other explanation that made sense.

She opened the door, face twisted in anger. "What the fuuu. . . . " Her angry exclamation died off as her cerulean eyes were met with a pair of golden eyes that were very crossed and very familiar. "Muffins?" She asked, frowning, before her tired brain caught up with her eyes, and screamed a warning siren.

"Where?" The grey, winged pony hovering before her exclaimed, in time for BonBon to blanch and slam the door in her face.

The blue haired girl took a breath, blinking and shaking her head. No. No, she was just tired. She had not just seen a grey Pegasus with the eyes of an old high school friend floating outside her door. That was impossible.

The last portal to Equestria had closed quite suddenly some years ago, just before the students of Canterlot High had graduated and gone off their separate ways. BonBon had been to Equestria once, of course, when Sunset Shimmer had led the entire school through a portal on a deserted island, in order to escape a sinking ship. However, she remembered very little, other than how . . . eerily familiar so much of it had been.

There came a knock on the door again, interrupting her thoughts, and the girl jumped, letting out a small shriek of shock, before closing her mouth tightly. The last thing she needed to do was wake up Lyra. She was still convinced she had seen wrong, but if that was a pony outside, Lyra Heartstrings was not the human who needed to know. She had slightly more . . . vivid memories, of Equestria.

And she had never quite let it go.

Clearing her throat, she slowly opened the door again, looking outside, and her eyes widened upon finding the Pegasus still hovering outside. Movement drew her eyes downwards, to another pony, this one with wings and a horn. BonBon remember that they had a special name, but could remember what it was. Whatever she was, she had a pale grey coat, blonde mane and tail, both with a streak of pink, cool mint green eyes and . . . blue hooves? She, something about both ponies made it clear they were female, was about the size of a large dog, her head, held upright, coming to just below BonBon's sternum.

"Hello, Sweetie Drops." The mare said, voice tired, matching the bags under her eyes.

"Um . . . My name is BonBon." The girl said, and the mare paused, opening her mouth. However, the hovering pegasus spoke up, then.

"BonBon? I know a BonBon! She owns a sweet shop, back home! I prefer Sugarcube Corner's muffins, personally, but my li'l Dinky loves BonBon's candy!" She tilted her head, gold eyes starting to focus a bit more as she frowned at the human girl. "You actually kind of look like her."

"That's because she is her, Derpy. Or, at least, this universe's version of her." The other pony said, and BonBon looked at her.

"That's not a very nice thing to call her!" She said, her previous anger starting to return, now.

"What?" The Wingacorn said, blinking in surprise.

"Derpy! That's mean!"

"It is?" The golden eyed mare said, blinking as well.

"Of course it is!" BonBon said, gesturing to the flying pony. "It's not her fault her eyes are like that!"

"Like what?" Muffins said, blinking again as her eyes crossed.

"Oh, I see." The Pegunicorn said, sighing. "Just as your name is slightly different in this universe, BonBon, so is hers. In your world, her name is . . . Muffins? Really, that's very unoriginal. However, in her world, she's Derpy Hooves."

"Derpy Hooves?" BonBon said, and the Pegasus smiled.

"That's me!" She said, grinning.

BonBon pondered at how she was standing in her doorway at four-thirty in the morning, having such a conversation with a pair of ponies, and felt her head starting to hurt. Also, an equally random thought occurred to her.

"Hang on . . . First, I thought all the portals to Equestria closed ages ago, and, second, I thought ponies always became humans when they crossed through?"

The Peganacorn sighed again and shook her head. "I don't have time to detail all the different forms and methods of interdimensional and multiversal travel and how they affect those who are travelling. Suffice to say, that's not how it worked for us, and we need help. But first, may we come inside, before one of your neighbours gets curious?"

BonBon frowned, looking around, then back inside, to make certain that Lyra's door was still shut. She bit her lip, glanced back down at the two ponies, one cross eyed and adorable, the other tired and . . . also adorable, and pressed her lips together. "Damn it, fine, come in." She said, stepping aside and opening the door wider.

"Thank you." Said the Pergenan.

"Did you say you had muffins?" Said the Pegasus, as she flew inside, wings flapping lightly.

"Just, keep your voices down, please, I'd rather my roommate didn't wake up." BonBon said, glancing once more at the other girl's door, then outside, before shutting and locking the door. "Now, what's going on? And how can I help? Shouldn't you have gone to Sunset Shimmer?"

"That would have been the more logical option, but the Author suddenly had an idea for a joke." The Pergent said, glancing around the room, and BonBon frowned.

"Uh, what?"

The pale grey mare turned, smiling and shaking her head. "Nothing. Doesn't matter. Now, what we need is fairly simple." She said, before going quiet and pursing her lips.

BonBon stood, staring between her thoughtful expression, and Muffin . . . Derpy's slightly vacant one, before clearing her throat. "And . . . What exactly is it, that you need?" She asked.

The two ponies looked at one another, Derpy with a smile, while the other simply continued looking thoughtful. She turned, looking at BonBon, took a breath and smiled. "We need to break into a heavily guarded, underground government experimentation facility ran by a bloodthirsty General who, if we're caught, would have you killed and would probably dissect both of us to figure out what makes us tick, so that we can steal a highly technologically advanced piece of prototype hardware, that we need in order to save the Author from himself."

BonBon sat, staring at the Prangent, blinking while her mouth hung open, her mind gone totally blank of anything to say in response to what the pony had just said to her.

Then Lyra's door opened.

"Bonnie? Are you watching TV or somethi-" The minty green girl came to a total stop, eyes widening while her mouth worked, a high pitched squeaking sound coming from her throat as it did.

"Ah, that's unfortunate." The Pergananicornicus said, frowning slightly.

A high pitched, multitoned squealing sound, similar to a TIE fighter on helium erupted through the room, the sound rattling the brain and making the inner ear bleed, as the two ponies and one girl all flinched, covering their ears, while Lyra Heartstrings, up and coming music major, danced in palce, squealing giddily into her hands.

"PONIES!!!"