After leaving the club, Skipting started walking South. He had texted Vice Principal Mond, using the phone Marion had bought him two days after he started living with them, on his way out. The Vice Principal responded a minute later and told him that Daniel was at the container port.

And now, he found himself in the back of a taxi that had offered him a ride. The driver, a girl by the name of Watermelody Valeno, was rather kind. She was conversational and polite.

"So what do you need to go to the old container port for, if you don't mind me asking?" she asked.

"I am meeting someone there who may be able to help me," Skipting said.

"Do you mind telling me what you need help with? I might be able to help."

"My cousin is in danger. An online account known as 'Anon-A-Miss' has been posting the secrets of students at her school, while making it appear as though she is behind it. The man I am meeting at the container port may be able to help me find Anon-A-Miss," he answered.

Watermelody looked back at him through the rearview mirror with wide eyes. "Sunset Shimmer is your cousin?" she said, her tone carrying surprise.

He nodded.

"She is the daughter of my mother's older sister. My mother asked me to come here to help her."

"How is she?" she asked. “I’ve been meaning to talk to her, but unfortunately, I just haven’t really had much time on my hands outside of school and work.”

"I see. I appreciate your concern for Sarah, Miss Valeno."

The taxi stopped in front of the gravel path leading to the gate of the container port. After paying Watermelody the amount he owed, he got out, and the girl drove off.

So now he stood in front of the large gate. He could tell that it had recently been used from the tire tracks leading into the area. But the gate itself was chained shut.

Looking around, he quickly discovered an area on the outside of the port fence that could be used for entrance with the right skills. There were several large metal storage crates lined up and stacked on top of each other. While an average person would simply see this is normal, as there were similar crates all over the place, Skipting was far from normal, and he knew there was something different about these specific crates.

The crates on the opposite side of the fence in front of him were stacked on top of each other high enough to surpass the height of the fence. There was also a handle that had clearly been welded onto the edge of the top crate. He recognized it as an anchor for grappling hooks. The barbed wire lining the top of the fence would deter people from attempting to climb the fence to the top crate, especially if they failed to notice or recognize the anchor point.

Deciding not to risk injuring himself, and not to risk using a grappling hook to climb up, as there was a high chance that the barbed wire could end up cutting through and severing the rope, and causing him to fall, he began to concentrate. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, hoping his idea would work.

He began to picture the anchor point, imagining himself grabbing onto it and climbing up onto the crate. He could already feel the familiar energy, swirling around him like a blizzard and concentrating underneath his feet.

He heard the sound of rushing wind and felt the wind push against him. A feeling of very faint dizziness washed over him, but he was able to quickly clear his head and regain his balance. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was standing on top of the crate.

"It seems I still retain my more advanced powers on this side of the portal," he muttered with a small smile.

He walked to the other end of the crate and jumped down to the ground below, the light snow crunching beneath his feet as he landed.

Taking a quick look around, he spotted some of the security measures Vice Principal Mond had warned him about. He had seen Sunset playing what she called "video games" numerous times, and a few of them had mechanical devices that acted like living firearms, able to detect movement and identify enemies and intruders, then open fire on them with a barrage of bullets.

The creator of these turrets, however, was clearly far more intelligent than the ones he had seen in some of Sarah's video games. Several of them seemed to be looking directly at him, all of them at different positions and angles, as if to make sure that at least one turret would be able to hit a target, and to make sure that they would all track the same target or several targets. They were also in spots that would be difficult to reach even without the risk of being shot.

He made sure to keep an eye on them. They rotated to look at him as he moved, wandering about as he searched.

He froze when he heard a very faint click from underneath his foot. Looking down and brushing the snow away with his other foot, he saw that he had stepped on what he recognized as a land mine.

"Explosives," he muttered.

The fact that the explosive device had not gone off as soon as he stepped on it gave him an idea.

A “Hollywood land mine,” as Sunset calls them, he thought. Judging from the lack of objects in reach, it seems as though Mr. Kaos planted these land mines with the specific purpose of keeping an intruder in place until he went to help them.

Moving slowly and carefully, he turned around until he spotted a large rock about five feet away. Concentrating, he raised his right hand and reached towards the rock. The rock was enveloped in a black, indigo, and harlequin magical aura, and began to vibrate, before being gently lifted off the ground by an invisible force. Skipting willed the rock to come towards him, and it obeyed.

Once he had the rock in his hand, which he correctly guessed was of somewhat equal weight to his foot, he began to slowly ease his foot towards him to reveal the pressure plate.

He slowed his breathing to help with his hand's shaking. Skipting bent down and, being extremely careful and precise, gently placed the rock on the pressure plate as his foot finally slid off of the final few centimeters of the plate.

He sighed in relief and walked forwards, picking up another rock that he passed. Judging from the size of the trap and its construction, he assumed that its blast radius would be approximately five feet. Once he made sure that he was a safe distance away from the trap so that the explosion wouldn't harm him and the shockwave would not knock him down, he threw the rock.

A loud, deafening boom and electrical crackle erupted as the rock impacted the other rock, triggering the trap. Skipting looked away to avoid being blinded by the bright flash of the explosion, bending his knees to get into a crouching position. From his past experiences and his expertise with explosives, he knew that the construction of this trap was designed to rip its case apart and send the remains flying outwards in a hail of razor sharp shrapnel. He willed his watch to transform, and it did so, changing shape and expanding as the watch was replaced by the Terror Praetor, the circular silver shield strapped to his arm glinting in the light of the explosion.

A few moments passed, and he stood up. A quick and thorough inspection of the Terror Praetor showed that it had no signs of damage.

However, upon closer inspection, the shrapnel was revealed to be, to the Prince’s utter confusion, made of rubber and styrofoam. A look at the spot the trap used to be revealed a large net that had been raised from beneath the snow, and large amounts of whipped cream.

What sorcery is this?!, the Prince cried in his mind. The parlor tricks of a common jester?!

"Well, I'll be damned!"

Skipting looked all around him, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Up here, my good fellow!" the voice called.

He looked up at the giant stack of crates, and spotted a man sitting on one of the top crates, holding something in his hands.

The man waved to him.

"Are you going to come up here, or are you going to just stand there staring at me?! I don't have all day, you know! I have chaos that needs creating!"

Skipting sighed and shifted up to the top, this time maintaining his balance. He looked at the man sitting down.

He had short black and gray hair that was neatly trimmed, as well as a soul patch on his chin. His eyes were red with yellowish scleras, but they were rather odd. His left eye was normal, but his right eye was a bit larger, and his right eye socket was larger than the eye it held, giving the man a rather chaotic face.

He wore a pink tweed jacket with green polka dots, the left sleeve being shorter than the right, striped slacks with a yellow left leg and a red right leg, a green rubber glove on his right hand, a brown leather glove on his left. His tannish yellow tennis shoe kicked lazily on his left foot, while his red hiking boot simply hung from his right foot.

All in all, the strange man had a very mismatched and chaotic look that made the young Prince want to pitch him from the container to the ground below. The man’s ghastly outfit was already giving him a headache. But he knew this was this world's counterpart of Caeleste's Kaos, the literal God of Chaos. Even if he didn't know who this man was at all, he would still be able to figure out who he was from his appearance alone.

"Luna told me you would be coming. I'm somewhat surprised that you were able to get in here. I have several entrances to this place that only Luna, Chrysalis, Celestia, a few others, and myself know about. I'm also surprised that you were able to trick one of my traps," the man said, taking a drink from his Diet Coke.

He looked at Skipting.

"But then again, I'm also not surprised. You're the Equestrian counterpart of Lulu and Chrissy's son, Shifting Moon. So I know that you have similar, if not identical or even downright superior, skills to him. The way you used your wits to trick that mine was astounding."

The man grinned widely.

"Using a rock to take the place of your foot, and pulling it off just like Indiana Jones?! Fantastic! Then calculating the blast radius and figuring out where you would need to stand in order to be safe, throwing another rock to trigger the mine, and using your shield to protect yourself from the shrapnel?! Absolutely brilliant!”

Skipting looked at him with a calm expression.

"I was merely using the skills I have acquired throughout my life to get myself out of harm's way. There is nothing 'fantastic' about it," he said.

The man just chuckled.

"Oh, my apologies for not introducing myself. I'm Discord Kaos, one of Luna's best friends," he introduced.

"I am Prince Skipting Lunam of Equestria, Child of the Nightmare and Spawn of the Sacred Mother. But I trust you already know this," Skipting said.

Discord chuckled again.

"Yes. Luna told me who you are, as well as what you look like. When she said you would be coming, she said you would more likely than not be armed."

He looked at him with a mad grin.

"But she didn't say you'd be showing up armed to the teeth," he said with a small cackle, gesturing to the young Prince's many weapons.

The younger man hummed in amusement.

"The reason I am carrying seventeen weapons is because it adds to my already fearsome appearance, causing many who cross paths with or see me to decide not to attempt to attack me. That, and an assassin must always be prepared. I also work best when I carry many weapons, as it allows me to use diversity in combat and switch to a different weapon if one weapon isn't working as effectively as I need it to, or if I merely wish to switch weapons,” he informed.

The older man nodded.

"Ah. I see what you mean. If you only have a few weapons—like a sword or two, a dagger, and your revolvers, for example—then it lessens your options, forcing you to stick to one weapon or another, thus forcing you to stick to a specific combat style. But by having more than a few weapons—by which, I mean all of the ones you have on your person right now—it gives you mores options, allows you to switch to different weapons as you please, thus allowing you to fluidly switch between multiple combat styles, such as heavy and powerful combat, ranged combat, and quick and light combat."

"That is correct, Mr. Kaos."

Skipting sat down with the man, who pulled a bottle out of the bag that lay next to him.

"Soda?" he offered.

The young Prince looked at the bottle, realizing it was a bottle of Coca-Cola. It was in an old glass bottle with a metal bottle cap, much like the bottles of alcohol he'd drank from at the Drunken Sailor.

"How did you know Coca-Cola is my favorite soda?" he asked, looking the man in the eyes.

"Sunset told me. She said she introduced you to a lot of things during your first week of living with her and Celestia, including soda. She mentioned that she had you try several different kinds of soda, and you told her that Coca-Cola was your favorite of the ones you tried," Discord replied.

Skipting accepted the bottle and removed the cap with a satisfying pop, then took a drink from it, sighing in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Discord," he said.

"Anytime, new friend."

The two sat on the crate for a while, simply drinking from their respective bottles and getting to know each other. When they had finished their drinks, Discord threw his bottle, which fell to the ground below and shattered.

He looked at the young Prince.

"Try throwing your bottle," he suggested.

Skipting shook his head.

"I shall not litter. It is wrong," he said.

Discord laughed. "Oh, please! I litter here all the time out here with my glass bottles! It doesn't matter anyways, since Luna and the others know to come in through the entrances that will take them directly to my bunker, and to use the 'paths' outside that will keep them safe from any risks of stepping on broken glass," he pointed out.

"Even then," he added. "I always make sure to pick up after myself when I'm done. I've got a bunch of machines and stuff to help with that."

The younger man sighed.

"I have thrown many things throughout my life and career, but I have never thrown a bottle before. Is there a certain way to do it?" he asked.

The older man laughed.

"Not at all! Personally, I like to try and throw my bottles so they'll smash against a crate or some other object. Maybe you could try that?"

Skipting stood up, gripping the bottle in his hand. He pulled his arm back and began to search for something to throw the bottle at.

He heard his companion stand up and get behind him.

"Try throwing it at that wall of crates across from us," he instructed softly, pointing over the young Prince's shoulder to the crates in front of them.

Skipting took a breath and flung his arm forwards. When his arm was completely straight, he released his grip on the bottle, allowing it to fly. It sailed away from him, spinning vertically. It quickly reached the peak of its ascent, then began to descend at a slight angle towards the crate. The sound of breaking glass reached his ears as the bottle collided with the wall of crates, smashing against the third crate up in the wall.

Discord jumped in the air and cheered loudly. "That was fantastic, my boy!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you," Skipting said.

With that bit of fun over, Discord agreed to take his new friend to his bunker. When Skipting asked him how he was going to get down to the ground, and how he had even gotten up there in the first place, the mismatched man just cackled and opened what was revealed to be a hatch in a section of the crate's roof, which he climbed into. Skipting looked down into the hatch, and was surprised to see the man had somehow disappeared.

He concentrated and shifted to the ground with a rush of wind.

Looking around to try and locate Discord, he unfortunately had no luck in doing so. But he was surprised when the man in question suddenly popped out of another hatch, this one being in the side of a crate.

Discord grinned madly at him.

"Well? What are you waiting for?! Come on!" he said.

The young Prince sighed and followed the man around the port. After walking around for a while, he was about to ask his guide what they were doing when Discord pulled a remote out of his back pocket. He pressed a button on it, and odd sounds began to resonate.

He recognized them as being the sounds of moving machinery.

One of the crates had opened, the wall facing them having opened like a hatch or car trunk, hinges on the top of its wall lifting it to reveal the interior. The interior itself appeared to be some sort of small bedroom, with a bed in the upper right corner, a wardrobe in the upper left corner, and a desk with a laptop next to the wardrobe.

Discord gestured for him to follow, which he did, walking into the odd bedroom alongside him. The man clicked a button on the remote again, and the wall closed.

He looked at his companion.

"You may want to brace yourself a little. The elevator takes some getting used to, and it can be quite startling when it begins moving," he suggested.

Skipting nodded and steadied himself. With another nod to let his companion know he was ready, Discord pressed yet another button on the remote, or perhaps the same button.

The young Prince was, as Discord had said he might be, startled when he felt the bedroom begin to move. He quickly steadied himself again, looking at the older man, who was chuckling a bit while staring at him with a heavily amused expression.

Eventually, the room stopped moving. A button press later, and the wall in front of them slid open to the right like a sliding glass door, revealing a dark room.

"Where are we?" Skipting asked.

"Welcome to my bunker, Your Highness," Discord said with a dramatic flair and bow as he stepped into the room.

Skipting stepped forwards to join him, finding himself on a landing with metal railing, and a staircase leading down. Looking towards where the staircase lead, he saw a large, spacious room with a large desk in the center, which was covered with several monitors and laptops, countless cords, and numerous small and large metal boxes, the latter being what the young Prince assumed were what Sunset had told him were called "Wi-fi routers", or something like that.

He walked down the stairs behind Discord, who went to sit on the rolling chair at the desk.

"Vice Principal Mond told me you would be able to assist me. What will you do?" he asked.

Discord turned around in the chair and looked up at him, a serious expression on his face. The look actually unnerved the young Prince a little, seeing such a comical and chaotic man bear such a serious and dark expression. Even though he had only met the man not even an hour ago, he still knew that this was the Gaian counterpart of the God of Chaos.

The God of Chaos was just as comical, chaotic, relaxed, mischievous, and odd as this counterpart, if not more so. He had only met the being a few times, the first when he was young, the second after Discord's reformation by Fluttershy, the former Host of Kindness, and the third and final time just before he went to fight in the Dragovanese War of Independence, when the immortal Creator of Chaos bestowed upon him great and mystical powers, and strengthened the powers he already possessed from his mothers.

"I'm going to help you find Anon-A-Miss. She needs to be brought down. And anyone involved needs to pay," he said seriously.

"How will you help me do that?" the young Prince asked.

"I can't hack into the Anon-A-Miss account or MyStable, but I can keep a close eye on the account's followers, to see if they might be potential threats. As a professional psychologist, I excel in analyzing people. My skill set will allow me to analyze the damned account’s followers’ probability of violence, helping me piece together how they might act,” he informed.

“Not only that," he continued, “but as a part-time janitor at CHS, I can effectively go anywhere in the school, and I have access to the security cameras, so I can also monitor potential location Anon-A-Miss might use.”

He sighed.

"I know it may not be what you were hoping for, but that's the best I can do."

"That is quite alright, Discord," Skipting assured. "That is just what I need. Even if you cannot do much more than that, I will gladly accept whatever help I can get from friends and allies."

He laid a clawed, gloved hand on the man's shoulder.

"If you find any potential threats, contact me, and I shall do what I can to keep them from harming Sunset."

The older man sighed again, but looked at his new friend with hopeful, yet sad, eyes.

"Thank you for the reassurance, Skipting."

"You are welcome, my friend."

Author's Note

Hello there! I’m alive! The story isn’t dead! I’ve just been busy this past month.

Anyways, now Skipting Lunam has two allies to help him, one being a crazy psychologist and janitor, the other a calm and collected woman who appears to be a gang leader.

Also, I made a reference to one of my favorite book series of all time, Percy Jackson. The reference is the Terror Praetor’s hidden form, which is a reference to Percy’s shield watch.