Fallout Equestria: the Jesters hanged Court

A Statue of stone, A bleeding heart

day of the Canterlot mega-spell

Thick, dark, pink clouds rolled through the now dead Canterlot garden, having already choked every life from the soil, the cloud now seems to shift and roam, always looking for a new victim. It was at its thinnest around the outside of a now dead hedge maze, becoming thicker the closer you moved in, at the thickest point not even the dead could walk through its path. That was until you came to the center, where a small domed red magical shield sat. It was in this clearing that the statue of Discord laid half polished standing in the half panicked pose of one being turned to stone, and under his statue sat two crying fillies, hugging his legs for the protection that he couldn't fully provide.

Discord scowled at himself, his own voice ringing through his head why save them at all, Discord, with the chaos that now rains in Canterlot, we had more than enough power to get out the voice was snide but no, we waste our carefully gain power on this stupid shield to protect PONIES Discord pushed back at the thought, but its words still lingered. Why did he save these ponies , why did he waste what little power he had, on such creatures, but as he looked down he knew, as much as he admitted to hate the idea. He had saved them, because he had become attached.

There, wrapped around his legs, were the daughters of a keeper that watched over his statue. It was Celestia's idea, giving him caretakers, so that he was not lonely in his stony prison. At first he hated this idea, loathed it with all of his being, but as time went on….. he found he became attached to the little things that came everyday to the little grove abd cleaned his statue, that read books to him, ponies that decorated the grove now called home, and mad it more chaotic, just for him. They were surely not friends, but they were his keepers, the keepers of Discord, and Discord now raged at his own weakness that this stone prison caused him. These two young fillies were all he could save. These TWO were all he could save.

Discord remembered the explosion, the way it sounded, the near evil force that it gave off as it did so, then he sensed it, that pink cloud of dark, pony eating, necrophagic magic, and had only a second to raise a shield spell. Now many ponies thought that being in stone would weaken him, and it truly did. Discord in this state couldn't pull on the cosmic string like he could when free, but he was Discord the Lord of Chaos, he was the closest thing to a god this world had ever seen, and as such no matter what state he was in, the world would bow to him.

It took control and focus that his crazy mind wouldn't even think to have, but he had done it. He was able to cast a small localized shield spell, not unlike the one that shining armor had used so long ago, but on a level that the unicorn could never hope to match. Discord only made one mistake, he let out a long sigh in his head as he cringed at the memory that was now scared into his brain for all time, he may be chaotic but he was never truly evil,and he was remind of that fact when he could save his actual caretaker, that pink mist was pure villainy.

The dark blue mare had stepped out of the grove to get a new bucket and brush just before some attack on Canterlot, and only a second before this pink mist had showed up. He had raised the shield as far as he could without drawing too much of his own power, and as such the mare was caught out of its protection. He could still hear her muffled screams, he could still see that mare melt away as the bucket on her back melted and merged with her very flesh, how the brush in her mouth fused to her now locked jaw causing the mare to choke on her own bile, blood and melted flesh that got caught in her throat. It was a death that seemed quick if a little brutal, to those who saw it, but for that mare. Discord shuttered even through the stone, it must have been like going through hell.

It was the noise that had brought Discord back to the present, as the two fillies hiding beneath his statue whimpered, sniffed, then cried, tears of fear streaking down their faces as they wailed for their mother. A mother that now laid dead just outside of his shield spell, he looked away from the two and eyed the body, it twitched. If Discords eyes could have widened they would have. He stared closer, the two fillies cried and the body moved once more, it was as one of the girls screamed her mother's name that the body truly moved in force. It stood, but its movements were wrong, they were all wrong, it looked more like a puppet on strings then the way a live pony would move.

The, should have been very dead, mare turned her eyes bloodshot and colorless eyes, the cloud haven eaten any life they once had, to the screaming fillies under his legs. It seemed to waste only a second in trying to open its muzzle anx unluckly, for all present the brushed was still fused with their muzzle. That didn't to stop the thing from trying to open it, ripping some of it own flesh open to show her destroyed jaw to the world as mix between a moan and a scream poured from the opening it created. It was at this point that the two wailing fillies turned to see what had caused such a commotion, and saw their mother. Discord watched as the two little fillies, with no pony to truly stop them, ran to the edge of the shield spell to save their already dead mother; he knew they wouldn't be able to leave and that thing couldn't enter, but they didn't need to see what was coming next. None of them did.

The melted mare turned the side showing off the bucket that had melted into her, the fillies screamed and Discord could only join as a silent observer. Parts of the mare's organs spilled out on the ground and she shifted dragging them behind her as she stepped towards the shield, towards the two fillies, the bucket that once held the soapy water that cleaned his statue, now holding the blood and pieces of the dead mare's organs. While the bucket was fusing with her it must have ripped a hole in her side, exposing to the world her blackened dead insides.

She jerked forward, twitching as she slammed into the shield, spraying blackened blood, and flesh over the spell. The two fillies could only scream running back to his statue to hide under his legs. The noise only agitated the walking corpse, it backed up on its four wobbly hooves before running forward, slamming into the shield with more force. Discord could hear bones snapping as it did so, yet the only sound to leave its muzzle was a grunt of frustration, anger, it let out a crazy howl, no it was the wail of insanity driven hunger.

The mare tried to stand on its broken legs, only to fall back onto its already broken face, finally it seemed to give up on the task, instead dragging its body close to the shield. When it was close enough it slammed its hooves on the red surface, and after that didn't work, it started using its head, smearing more gore. It's constant thudding was only interrupted by the occasional groan or moan that came from its now smashed head. It was the last hit that did the creature in, a loud sloppy Crack filled the now silent grove. She had killed herself. Discord could only hope that she was in a better place, as have no concept of death, he could only guess.

He turned his attention back to the little fillies, he truly took a look now, the eldest of the two still didn't have a cutie mark, her light blue fur blank where one should have been, and the younger was sucking on her hoof tears streaming down her white fur. Well this was not good, he was dealing with children, Discord didn't do well with children, but he had to do something. He focused on his Magic pulling it in then forming it under him, next to the two fillies appeared two glasses of chocolate milk and a plate of cookies, hopefully enough of a distraction to keep them from completely panicking..

With the children at least a little distracted Discord turned his attention back to the shield and what was going on around them, contrary to popular belief and much to his displeasure, he was not omnipotent. This stone prison didn't help that fact, truthfully he could only *see* as far as his little grove, which for now had his protection, but his magic wasn't unlimited, he couldn't keep this up forever. Luckily he was in Canterlot, and Discord knew for a fact that nether Luna or Celestia would be dumb enough to die in this cloud, they would come, they would recuse all of their little ponies, including these two, then he could go back to hating them.

He felt it before he saw or heard it, the very ripping of reality around him, it didn't just play with the cosmic strings, this magic cut them, tangled them in a ball, tied the ends, then pulled the whole thing taught. This magic broke the very laws of the universe and not in any good way. He saw the results of the magic next, as a pink vortex of dark magic surrounded the mare, who had died not but a moment ago. He could hear as her bones reset, her flesh mended and stretched back into place, and then what you could loosely call life flowed back into her, before just dropping her back on the ground.

It took only seconds for the dead to rise and throw itself against the shield once more to start the cycle over again, die, come back, attack, die. He looked down to the fillies who had started whimpering again, and thought to himself "just holdout and wait for Celestia, she would come, she always did"

Yet as Discord reassured himself a nagging thought caught in his mind.
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