Great Uncle Discord

Discord unlocked the front door with a skeleton key, complete with a laughing skull. He opened it, and they both stepped inside. Immediately, Smolder was greeted with an entourage of different colors and patterns all over the floor and walls. There were many things in this house that were completely new to her. The color schemes, the furniture, the various chaotic anomalies that would pop in and out of existence. Not to mention, the weird smell. Smolder took a deep breath of the air in the house and said "Huh. It smells like the 80s all over this place." Discord looked at her quizzically.

"How would you know the 80s smelled like? I mean, don't get me wrong, I lived through that period and this exactly what it smelled like, but I'm just saying...." He chuckled at himself. Smolder nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I wouldn't know." She said. Looking around, she didn't see anything hinting at the existence of a second floor, or anything that would be in a normal house. She turned to him and asked "Sooo, you... uh... got a bedroom or something that we can get this started in?" Discord scoffed and smiled.

"Well of course I do, they're upstairs." He said, titling his head and gesturing to the staircase. Smolder looked over at them, with a confused expression on her face.

"But... your stairs don't lead anywhere." She said. Discord chuckled at her misconception.

"Oh yeah, they do. Go ahead, walk up them. See for yourself." He told her, nonchalantly. With a shrug of her shoulders, Smolder walked toward the staircase and began to climb them. About halfway, she stopped and looked at Discord for confirmation. He smirked and waved his hand, motioning for her to continue. Hesitantly, Smolder did. As she neared the top, she crouched low, as to not hit her head off the ceiling. She heard Discord give another chuckle. "Haha! Why are you crouching?" He asked.

"Are you stupid or something? There's nothing here! Why do you think I'm crouching?" She told him.

"Put up your hand up, silly! Try to feel it." He said, smiling. Smolder did as she was told, and raised her hand to feel the ceiling. Unexpectedly, it phased right through what she thought was solid drywall. The part of the ceiling above the stairs was only an illusion. Slowly, she stood up straight and allowed her top half to go through. Then, she walked the rest of the way up, and reached the landing. Smolder looked around, while Discord trudged up the stairs to meet her. It was an open room with a series of three misshapen doors leading to separate rooms. Discord's bedroom, a guest bathroom, and a guest bedroom. Wondering how ridiculous his bedroom must look, Smolder decided to check in there first. Opening the door and stepping inside, she scanned around. Oddly enough, while it fit with the 80s design and theme of the rest of the house, it was also the most normal looking room she'd seen so far. The floor was carpeted, with a confetti pattern reminiscent of what you find in an 80s family pizzeria. The walls had dark wood paneling all around. Hanging from them, were a variety of abstract paintings, and a vintage wall clock in the shape of a star. The windows were on the left side of the room, with striped curtains reaching the floor. On the right side, a large walk-in closet, with double doors. In the center against the wall, was Discord's queen bed. It had a wooden frame, with a red/white polka dot comforter. Underneath, there were purple/blue bed sheets. Propped against the headboard, were two orange pillows. Smolder took a breath through her nose, and smelled the classic must from all the wood. She turned around to face Discord, who had stopped behind her.

"Okay, I think I just found my favorite room. This is really cool." Smolder said, her eyes sparkling.

"Indeed, it is. In case you couldn't already tell, I'm kind of a big fan of the 80s. I was just never able to let them go, you know?" Discord scratched the back of neck sheepishly.

"Yeah I could tell! Even your TV is one of those old-school box sets. I don't how you manage to live with such outdated technology and utilities, it's amazing!" She excitedly said. Discord chuckled.

"I have my ways." He then turned around and faced the door to the guest room. "Come on, your room will be in here." He opened the door, allowing Smolder to step inside. Her eyes went wide with shock as she examined the room. She was standing in an oversized nursery. The walls were light pink, and hinted at this room belonging to a girl. There were hand painted butterflies on all sides. There was a large crib, a rocking horse (ironically), a toy chest, a changing table, a high chair, and a wardrobe. Smolder was overjoyed at the sight. A wide smile spread across her face, and her eyes sparkled as brightly as ever.

"Aaaaa!" She squeed. "You have a nursery?!" She turned back to Discord and excitedly shouted. He put a finger to his lips and nervously shushed her.

"Shhh, not so loud! The neighbors might hear you!" He said, looking around as to find anyone who might have heard her.

Smolder blushed. "Oh, sorry. Why is this here though, if you don't mind me asking?"

Now it was Discord's turn to blush. "I'll tell you that later. It's not important at the moment. Right now, I think we should focus on getting you changed." He laid the diaper bag next to the changing table and motioned for her to hop up. Smolder did so, and Discord pulled the supplies out of the bag. Smolder blushed as he diapered her. She had never done this with a different person before. Usually it was always her friends with her. Soon enough though, the change was over. She sat up and Discord helped her off the table. "Alright sweetie! Let's get you dressed up all nice and pretty!" He exclaimed.

Smolder gasped happily. "Pretty? Yeah yeah! Smoller love pretty!" Discord chuckled at the nickname she gave herself. He had thought it would take her a bit longer to get into Littlespace, since she wasn't with her friends this time around, but he wasn't complaining. Discord walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, and started looking for something she could wear. He didn't find much, as everything he already had was designed to fit a pony, but he did find a silver tiara and an old pearl necklace. He could use these as accessories, but in the end he just decided to materialize a princess dress for Smolder to wear. He snapped his paw, and it poofed into existence before him. "Here, how's this?" He asked her.

Smolder's eyes lit up. "Yayyy! I wanna wear! Gimmee!" She squeaked, reaching out for the dress with grabby claws. Discord took it off the hanger, and helped her into it.

When she was dressed, Discord spoke up. "Okay, little one! What would do you want to do now?" He asked her calmly.

Smolder smiled. "Can you do my makeup, Grunkle Dissy? Pleaseee?" She gave him puppy eyes.

Discord's heart fluttered at hearing her call him 'grunkle.' He looked up at the ceiling and spoke to thin air. "Stanley? If you're hearing this, I really hope you're proud of me."

(Far off in a different dimension, Stanley Pines looked up from his newspaper, feeling a disturbance he recognized. Naturally, he smiled and answered. "Heh. I sure am, Funny Man. I sure am.")

Discord led her over to the vanity in the corner by the crib. He pulled a makeup kit out of the drawer. Turning to Smolder, who was sitting on the stool, he began to do her makeup for her. He applied mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush. Looking at his finished handiwork, he was satisfied and impressed with himself. He did have a lot of experience on himself with his clown makeup, after all. Lastly, he fastened the necklace around her neck, and placed the tiara on her head. "Ok, Smoly. It's done. You are now a very pretty princess!"

Smolder turned toward the mirror and beamed. "Yuss! Dat's me! I da pwetty pwincess!" She clapped her hands and giggled.