In a dark abandoned alleyway, a lone pony trotted to his home. It was a unicorn stallion levitating a paper bag full of groceries. The stone pavement felt cold and the houses looked dilapidated, with broken windows and rotted away wooden doors. It was also foggy in the alleyway, which was weird because there was no sign of fog being in the weather report today. The unicorn felt a chill up his spine, uncomfortable with trotting down this alleyway. He could have taken any other route but this was the quickest way to his home. Not only that but the alleyway wasn't always this run down. Suddenly, there was the sound of stone impacting stone, startling the unicorn.

"Hello?" the unicorn said "Is anypony there?"

There was no answer. The pony continued trotting away until he encountered a being clad in a torn-up black cloak and hood, the cloak obscuring the being's features. The individual standing before the unicorn was roughly an inch taller and appeared to be hunched in a position that looked almost primal.

"Uh...can I help you?" the unicorn asked the creature before him.

The creature said nothing. Without warning, it grabbed onto the unicorn's throat with its reptilian claw and brought the unicorn closer to it. The creature snarled at the horrified pony in its grasp as it glared with its glowing emerald eyes. Along with having a clear view of the creature's eyes, the unicorn saw rows of pearly white daggers as it formed a menacing smile. As the creature's grip on the unicorn grew tighter, the unicorn felt his magic leave his entire body as if it was being sucked up by a big black hole. The unicorn also felt colder. Weaker. He wanted to scream but he was too paralyzed with fear to do so. He felt a sharp freezing pain travel up his hooves all the way to his chest. Soon enough, everything faded to black. And in the unicorn's place was a statue of the frightened unicorn. Feeling the magic coursing through its veins, the creature crushed the petrified unicorn's neck into dust as his head fell onto the floor, cracking like an egg made of drywall. Its work done here, the creature trailed off out of the alleyway.

Stormy walked up to the School of Friendship, ready (albeit unwillingly) to start becoming a good guy. He huffed and grumbled as he entered the school. The inside of the school had a violet colour to it and there were rows of columns down the corridor. Not only were there ponies trotting about, but there were also hippogriffs, griffins, yaks, dragons and even changelings.

"Oh, boy," Stormy muttered to himself, "If I encounter an Abyssinian in here, I'm dead."

Stormy carefully walked down the corridor in search of the Redemption Class, hoping none of the students recognize him as the tyrant who probably conquered their homes at least once. He looked at a wooden sign in the shape of an arrow, with the words 'Redemption Class' crudely scribbled on, pointing at a door.

"This looks promising," Stormy said to himself.

Stormy opened the door and, sitting at the desks were a familiar pair. A broken-horned unicorn and a grey hedgehog looking guy. Stormy sat in front of Tempest, trying his best not to acknowledge her.

"Storm King," Tempest said with disdain.

"Tempest," Stormy said with the same tone.

"I'm surprised they would offer you a second chance," Tempest said to her former boss.

"I'm surprised you're in this class too," Stormy retorted, "I thought you'd be buddies with the other ponies by now."

Tempest nudged her head at Grubber, who was busy eating a cake that said 'Welcome to being good'.

"Grubber talked me into it," Tempest said bluntly.

"And I just came here for the cake," Grubber said.

Eventually, a familiar draconequus entered the room wearing a black wig and a cloak to match.

"There will be no wand-waving and silly incantations in this classroom," Discord said in a voice that can be easily impersonated by the author of this fic and Benedict Cumberbatch, "I am Professor Disnape, I mean Discord, and I will be teaching you how to be good guys."

Grubber held his hand up in the air, "Ooh, ooh, ooh! Do we get to play the saxophone?"

"No, that is for when you are being taught how to be villains," Discord replied, "Which will not happen because you are here to be good guys."

Grubber put his hand down in disappointment, "Aw."

Five hours of being explained the basics of being a good guy later, much to the boredom of Tempest, Discord clipped some tickle belts onto Grubber and Stormy as they were sleeping and snoring loudly. He teleported everybody out of the classroom and into a field and, in order to wake Grubber and Stormy up, summoned a pair of symbols, crashing them together loudly.

"Where's the sponge-cake?!" Grubby exclaimed as he woke up, startled by the sudden awakening.

"Goodness lesson #1," Discord said, "You see someone drop their.....wallet, what....do you....do?"

Discord placed a wallet in Grubber's hand, "Drop the wallet."

Grubber complied and Discord looked at Stormy, expecting him to pick up the wallet. He looked at the wallet then at Stormy and rinsed and repeated until Stormy got the message. Stormy bent down and, reluctantly, picked up the wallet and handed it over to Grubber.

"You dropped your wallet," Stormy said in the most bored tone possible.

Discord, being the mischievous scamp that he is, snapped his fingers to turn Grubber's wallet into a different wallet.

"Uh...your former majesty?" Grubber said, "That's not my wallet."

"What?!" Stormy shouted, "But I just saw you drop it!"

"Yeah, but it's not mine," Grubber said as he pointed at the completely different wallet.

"What are you saying, that you just picked up a random wallet and decided to throw it on the floor for no reason?!" Stormy asked irately.

"I did drop my wallet," Grubber replied, "But that wallet isn't mine."

"Well, it's got your ID!" Stormy shouted as he pulled Gruuber's ID out of the wallet.

"Yes, but my wallet is black and had your logo on it," Grubber pointed out.

Stormy growled and shoved the wallet in Grubber's mouth.

"Take the bucking wallet!" Stormy barked.

Suddenly, Stormy fell to the floor in a spasming mess, laughing uncontrollably as the tickle belt started tickling his DNA. All the while, a jaunty tune mixed in with some laughs can be heard.

"The lesson here," Discord said while doing his Professor Snape impression, "Is to be patient and to realize you can't snap.....your problems away."

Discord snapped his fingers to turn Grubber's wallet back to normal.

The second goodness lesson Discord taught involved Grubber carrying a heavy package in order to teach Stormy how to help people with something that is heavier than a wallet.

"Wowee, mister," Stormy said in the same bored tone as before "That package sure looks heavy. Would you like me to..."
Before Stormy could finish his sentence, he felt a crushing pain in his right foot. It appeared that Grubber had clumsily dropped the package on his foot.

"Sorry," Grubber said, "My bad."

Grubber picked up the package again, only for it to fall out of his hands and onto Stormy's foot. Several of Grubber's bone-crushing attempts later, Stormy pushed him out of the way, ripped the box open and found out, to his extreme frustration, the box was full off Storm King brand wallets not that different from Grubber's.

"DISCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!"

Author's Note

I trust no-one minds that this chapter is slightly late.

"Slightly" being the operative word since it's probably still Wednesday where you live.