Let The Chaos Come

by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 4
Chapter 10

Chapter 1

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter One

Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

One thousand years ago in the land of Equestria, A.K.A the time of Discord's reign of Chaos...

"No longer will you reign over us, Discord!" Princess Celestia shouted. "We will banish you from this land forever!"

However, the draconequus in question paid her no mind, simply turning the Solar Monarch into a giant cake with a click of his claws.

Cake Celestia was unable to speak, because cakes don't speak, so Luna spoke for her.

The Lunar Monarch declared, "Your Reign Of Chaos is over!"

Discord merely laughed. "I don't think so!" He proceeded to turn both mares into alicorn cupcakes. "You both look lovely as Alicorn Cupcakes. And if you just know, I got the idea from this mare named Sunny Starscout who's born thousands of years later."

But the alicorn cupcakes were still alicorns, and managed to banish Discord using the Elements Of Harmony.

On Earth... In London. Year= 2022.

Lysander's P.O.V:

After packing my bag, I decided to listen to We Will Rise Again by Dan Romer as I still had two hours left to go to school.

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Yeah, I woke up pretty early. It's only 06:00 AM.

We Will Rise Again has been my favorite song ever since one of my friends introduced me to it.

I sang, "Let the chaos come

Let our houses freeze

The lights will all go out

But we'll finally see."

I love that line. Normally it just gives me the energy to smile, but this time there was a sudden drop in the temperature, snow began to appear out of thin air, my already chaotically messy house became even messier with all the mugs and glasses and just about everything flying around, and the lights turned off by themselves.

My school bag suddenly sprouted wings and took off.

I, bemused, asked myself, "What the fuck is happening here?!"

"Hey there pal!" someone exclaims, giving me a mini heart attack. I turn around to see... A creature with a bear's paw, bat's wings, deer antler, goat's leg, horns, and I think a lizard's tail. For some reason, it looks familiar...

I take a step back and ask, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Discord, the Lord Of Chaos!" It says with a smile on it's face. "And I'm the reason for all this chaos in your house!"

The name sounds familiar... "Um... That name doesn't exactly ring a bell..."

"How about the best draconequus in Equestria? The only draconequus in Equestria?" A bell popped out of thin air and he began ringing it. "Does that ring a bell?"

"Um... I'm sorry, but no, it doesn't."

Discord walks off to my wardrobe and fishes around in there for a while.

He emerges with a small plush toy in his claws. "Does this ring a bell then?"

I took it from him and hugged it. "That's my long lost Discord plushie!"

"Do you notice anything else?" he asks, adding a fake cough.

I looked at my plushie and then at him. As I looked back and forth, I gasped. "You're the real life version of Discord! The Discord from Equestria!"

Discord yawned. "Finally, you figured it out. Yes, I am the Discord from Equestria. If you truly liked me so much that you had a toy version of me, and you kept your house so chaotic, then you would've recognized me straight away."

"Sorry," I rub the back of my neck. "I haven't been getting that much sleep lately because I have to wake up early for school."

"I guess that's why your wardrobe is so messy that plushie me became long lost?"

"Heh, well, what can I say? I've never been one of those people who are so organized and must see everything so fucking tidy that they literally drive you up the wall by going on and on about it. I've always been the type to pile things up and leave tidying for tomorrow. And if I need something, I just toss everything to the other side of the room to find it." I laugh as I recall the first time one of my friends had come to my house. "You know, the first time one of my friends came over, he was so fucking shocked that he asked, 'Man, did a fucking tornado hit your house or something? Cause it's so damn chaotic!'"

Discord laughs and pats me on the back. "We're going to be the best of friends, buddy. But you never told me your name."

"How impolite of me. My name's Lysander."

"Are you Greek or something?"

"No. My parents read some book and named me after one of the characters in it."

"Alright. Moving on, would you like me to make your house 2000% more chaotic?"

"I'd love that." I try to move my legs but am unable to as they're covered in frostbite. "Um, Discord, could you put the temperature and electricity back to normal?"

"Sure buddy."

With a click of his claws, the lights turn back on, and the temperature returns to normal.

The frostbite on my legs magically disappear, and I can move my legs again.

"Thanks."

As we walk down the stairs, while Discord makes everything 2000% more chaotic, a thought pops into my mind.

"Hey, Discord?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you get here? Like you were in Equestria... And now you're here..."

"The answer to that is so obvious, even the bananas could've answered it! When the two royal alicorn cupcakes were using the Elements Of Harmony to banish me, you were singing your song and I got banished here instead of being turned to stone."

At that very second, my alarm goes off, signalling that it's time to start walking to school. "I'm going to school now, and I really need my bag. Could you take the wings off it?"

Discord does that, and then I get an idea. "Discord, do you want to... Come to school with me?"

"We'd be able to cause chaos there, right?"

I nod. "Yes. But you need to disguise yourself."

He turns into a toy version of himself.

"Toys aren't allowed at school. Try disguising yourself as... My watch!"

"Alright. But before I do, there's one thing."

"What is it?"

"Have you heard of telepathy?"

"Yeah. I've come across the word a couple of times while reading pony stories."

"In your school, I'm assuming they don't let you talk at class time. So..."

"Yeah, you can totally make a telepathic link between us."

He clicks his claws and as he turns into a cute Discord watch, he telepathically tells me, It's done.

Then we're all set to go.

I put the watch on, and then start walking to school.

The first class is maths, but I don't think it's going to be boring as usual.

This time, I've got Discord with me.

As I put my bag next to my desk and sit, I grin.

Today, we're gonna cause a lot of chaos, Discord!

Indeed we will.

Author's Note

Hey guys! I got the idea for this story a while ago, while working on The King Of Pizza 2.

I was thinking about my fave song- We Will Rise Again, and when I sing the line- Let the Chaos come, I got an idea.

Why not do a story about Discord on Earth?

I've never seen one before.

So, that's how this story got made! (And because I wanted to make a story in which I can have a lot of profanity.)

Next chapter's going to be about the chaos Discord and Lysander cause in school.

Also, I've published this to celebrate getting 100 followers.

If you enjoyed this, don't forget to vote/like, comment, favorite, follow, and share!

Please comment.

Chapter 2

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Two

Written By KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

"Hey Steve," I say to my friend. "What's up?"

"What's up is that I'm going to fall asleep in maths class today. I stayed up late last night trying to do my homework which you refused to help me with. And just so you know, I still haven't forgiven you for that. Unless you let me copy your homework now, I won't forgive you."

"B-but Steve! That's cheating. And anyways, I'm terrible at maths. You'd get the same mark as me, which probably would be zero, and if the teacher notices that our answers are the same, she'd punish us both."

"I don't care about getting punished, Lysander. What I care about is having something to show that I attempted to do the homework." Steve looks at me and sighs. "You're not going to let me copy, are you?"

He takes two books and a pen and leaves a few minutes before Sara comes in.

"Cute watch, Lysander!" she says.

Just so you know, Sara is a girl who is madly in love with me and talks to me every opportunity she gets.

"Thanks Sara," I reply. I put my bag next to a desk in the front row. Those who sit in the front row are always visible to the teachers, and I sat there hoping that Sara wouldn't be able to find a way to pass me messages, or as they're called, 'chits'.

And because of the fact that the seats on my left, right, and behind had been taken.

I should be safe from her.

However, Sara moves her bag to the seat behind me, throws Steve's bag to the last free seat, bats her eyelashes and smiles at me.

I don't know what to do, so I change the topic. "You can't just move other people's bags like that."

"I can. I met Steve on the way up and he said that if I wanted, I could swap seats with him."

"I guess I should've let him copy my homework after all..." I mutter. To Sara I say, "I see. Well, I'm just going to check my homework and then revise for the maths test we have in the sixth period."

"Okay! I'll revise too!"

When I turn to open my bag and get my maths homework copy and maths book, I find that my bag is open. "The fuck..." I say in surprise.

I take my maths book and classwork copy out, but can't find my homework copy.

In the place where it was, there's a sticky note that says: So that you don't go insane looking for your maths hw copy, I'll tell you where it is. I've got it, don't worry, and I'll return it when I'm finished getting what I need.

I recognize the writing straight away. "Steve!!"

The teacher comes in, and like everyday, we stand up, say good morning, say we're fine, and then sit down.

While Mr... I can't exactly remember his name. And don't blame me! My teachers all kinda look similar.

Anyway, I think his name is Mr Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff.

Wait a second. That's the name of some German philosopher guy who had the longest name in recorded history.

Ah. I've got it now. The maths teachers Italian accent reminds me that his name is Mr Esposito.

The very same teacher whom we used to call Despasito. At least we did until he found out and punished us for making fun of his surname.

Anyways, he's the maths teacher, and I've got to hand in my homework.

Just as I turn around and open to ask Sara to ask the person behind her to ask the person behind him to pass the message through the line to Steve that I needed my maths hw copy back, it hits me right in the face. Did Steve actually fucking do that?

"Nice catch, Lysander!" Steve shouts, laughing. "I really am great at throwing things."

I slowly take my copy off Sara's desk and hand it to the teacher who hopefully didn't notice anything.

Mr Esposito then sits behind the desk and begins checking our homework.

While he does so, I'm about to go give him a piece of my mind when I remember about Discord.

Hey, Discord?

Yeah?

Steve made my book high five my face, and I need to give him a piece of my mind. Though... I want it to be chaotic. I can almost see Discord grinning in delight.

I'll give him a piece of your mind... Don't worry. You've got anything specific in mind?

How about making Sara fall in love with him? Then he'd have to deal with her... And it will be chaotic. You can do that, right?

Lysander, I'm offended. Of course I can do that! I could do much more than that! And if it is going to be chaotic as you think, then I'll do it.

Wait, Discord, I've got a much better idea. What if you made all of the girls fall in love with Steve? And perhaps make a few zombies appear so that they can follow him around?

Now, that's what I was hoping to hear.

Steve's P.O.V:

When Mr Esposito begins talking about what we're going to do, I yawn and run my hand through my hair as I struggle to stay awake.

Suddenly, a piece of paper lands on my desk with a couple others. Checking that the teacher isn't looking, I open the first one.

Hey, Steve, wanna hang out at break time? -Sara

The next. Steve, meet me after class outside the bathrooms. I've got something to tell you. -Sarina

Steve, I've always adored the way you smile. Your eyes are simply divine. Meet me, at the library -Beatrice

And a dozen more like that. The only one that catches my attention is one that says, Steve, look behind you, but don't scream. Don't run either. Stay as still as possible.

I turn my head to see a zombie inches from my face. How the fuck could that be possible? Zombies are just made up!

But finding an explanation for it isn't what I need to do right now. Ignoring what the chit said, I scream a very high pitched, and girl like scream, leap out of my seat, and run as far as I can.

The zombie runs after me, so I run around the classroom in circles, still screaming like a five year old girl who found a spider under her bed.

Or like how Sara did when Lysander put a spider in her bag.

But that's not revelant.

I'm hiding behind the teacher, hoping that he would notice the zombies and do something.

And by now, the rest of the class has realized that there are a couple of zombies in here and are also running about and screaming bloody murder.

The teacher finally looks up from whoever's classwork he has been marking, notices the chaos, the zombies, the students screaming like five year old girls, and me hiding behind his desk, screaming as the zombies come closer to me.

"Sir! Save me!" I expect him to get his maths book and swat the zombies away with it, but instead he freezes. "S-sir?"

And then he screams and runs out the classroom.

I decide to copy him, and scream and run out with zombies and all the girls following me.

Lysander's P.O.V:

Now, that was more chaotic and hilarious than I imagined it would be.

I know! Steve deserves this. I wonder how long it'll be before he realizes that-

That the zombies are female and are trying to kiss him?

You took the fucking words right out of my mouth.

I'm guessing he'll only realize after one has its tongue in his mouth.

The next class is… wait, what is it? After looking at my routine, I realize that it's Computer Studies. (insert a sigh of relief) C.S is fun, and no, it's not because I can understand it (I can't) it's because of the teacher- Monsieur something. (I can't remember his name even though he's my favorite teacher) Monsieur…Francáis (I'll just call him that for now) begins by saying something in French. Actually, it's English.

Monsieur Francáis has such a heavy French accent that most of the time, I can't even tell that he's speaking English.

I think of C.S as fun because Monsieur Francáis always says something funny and because we don't get that much work.

“Class, open page 45.” We all do that and then he begins a very long speech about something. I decide that it's probably not important and tune him out, and then occupy myself with drawing stuff.

“Now, can all of you live without internet? You should be able to. But me? I can't live without internet. It's my job, my life!” I hear a little. “All of you shouldn't spend your time on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, or other sites like that.”

“Monsieur, only girls use those sites,” says Jake Miller.

“How would you know that unless of course, you're a stalker?” Monsieur Francis asks, drawing laughter from the class. And then he resumes talking.

The reason why I like his class is because... Well, the fact that my rule- If I can't understand it, then I don't listen at all comes handy here. I don't understand what the Monsieur is saying with that heavy accent and so, I don't have to listen to him. All I have to do is pay half of my attention so that I can catch the funny parts and not all the boring shit.

“Lysander Walker!” Monsieur Francáis suddenly shouts, making me jump out of my seat.

“Y-yes Monsieur Francáis?”

His eyes narrow. “What did you call me?”

“Monsieur Francáis?” I innocently half ask, half say.

To my relief he turns away with a “Hmph.”

I tune out the rest of the lesson, deciding that drawing a cartoon was much more interesting and useful than listening to the Monsieur talking about something in an accent that makes it fucking impossible for me to understand him.

And before I know it, the lesson has ended and Monsieur has called me to the desk. He asks for my school diary (which I give after throwing some stuff out of my bag to find it) and writes something in red pen.

He leaves, and I open my diary to read Meet me in my office at lunchtime. Failure to show up will be received with a harsh punishment. And pick all your stuff off the floor.

It's art class now, and Mr…. (Why can't I remember a single damn name) Demon has entered the class. I'll call him that because heavens, he really is like a demon.

“Today we shall start off simple. We shall be drawing a tree. That should be easy enough for all of you.”

A tree? Heavens above, that is hard! Not easy at all! If I draw a tree, bird, flower or even a cloud Mr Demon will be like ‘Gott! Why can't any of these children draw?’ and then he'd ‘correct’ my drawing and turn it into something that is so complicated that I'd never be able to draw it in my life. And as if making me watch him draw that wasn't enough, he'd give me homework which would be to make a perfect replica of his drawing.

I run my hand through my hair and then open my art book and begin drawing…

When I'm almost done, the Demon looks down at my drawing and shakes his head. “Gott! Why is it that no matter how many times I show you, you are unable to draw something simple as a tree?” He then snatches my pencil from my hand and begins drawing over it.

Once he's done, he's about to give me homework when I bravely say, “With all due respect Sir Demon, I think that it's because you never let me draw. You draw over my drawing instead of showing me what was wrong with it.”

He glares at me. “Was zur Hölle did you call me?”

I shiver from the intensity of his glare alone. “Sir Demon?”

“You will come see me in mein office today after the classes ende."

“My name est Monsieur Dupont. Not Francáis. Francáis means French in English, so you calling me Monsieur Francáis is like calling me Mr French.” I say nothing. Monsieur ~~Francáis~~ Dupont looks at me and says, “You are very calm for a student called to my office.”

“I choose not to panic, Monsieur, because panic is the destruction of all men.”

“Smart one, you are. But listen. If you call me Francáis again, I shall punish you. And you will regret. Now go, and finish what remains of your lunch time.”

“Don't worry, Monsieur Dupont, I won't forget your name again.” And then I run out of his office so that I can have enough time to eat my lunch.

Once I've finished my lunch, I go back to the classroom (I like to eat my lunch in the play ground) just in time for English Grammar class.

(The teachers for all classes except English and English Grammar are all non British.)

But instead of Miss Emily Watt entering our class, it's Mr Esposito. He says, “Due to a cold Madame Watt is absent today, and as my class had been interrupted earlier today due to a sudden zombie attack, I shall be teaching Maths now.”

“But Sir,” someone says “If Miss Watt is absent then another teacher such as Miss Harriet should be teaching English Grammar. ”

“Madame Harriet is also absent.”

“Oh.”

“Now everyone, turn to page 100 and…” I tune out the teacher.

Hey Discord.

Yeah?

We can make more chaos now.

Sure. What do you want me to do?

I don't know. Maybe more zombies but this time they chase Mr Esposito?

Boring. Perhaps we should do something more chaotic, something like making his…. Like this.

Mr Esposito's maths book turns into a bat, then a monkey, then an elephant and a whole series of animals which startles him.

And then the students turn into zombies, all saying, “Give us…brains!”

They begin to walk towards him, and he turns white and begins trembling.

As soon as they're close enough to touch him, they turn into bats and then monkeys, causing chaos.

…This is actually a lot more fucking chaotic than my idea.

Of course it would be. After all, I'm the Lord Of Chaos, not you.

After Discord reversed the chaos and wiped everyone's minds (apart from mine) of the chaos, Mr Esposito had left, saying that he didn't feel too well.

Since it was too early for the next class, and my class was left without a teacher, the girls all started talking to each other very loudly, which annoyed us boys so we decided to wage war on them.

“Boys versus girls!” was the war cry that we gave.

And the next thing I knew, books were everywhere, Beatrice Davey had lost her earrings, all the girls were shrieking about their ruined hairstyles and some other shit, the boys were trying to recover the contents of their bags, and I was laughing like a fucking maniac.

And then everyone started fighting for no fucking reason, and the noise caused the Principal- Mr John Davidson to come out of his office and into our classroom.

“What is going on here?!” he yelled, causing everyone to freeze mid fight. “Why are you all behaving like zoo animals that have just gotten out of their cages? I heard the noise you were making all the way from my office, which is on the first floor! And your class is on the fifth floor! Lysander Walker, tell me what happened."

“Well Sir, Miss Watt was absent today, and since Miss Harriet was absent too, Mr Esposito decided to use this period to teach Maths as his class earlier had been interrupted by what he said was a zombie apocalypse. But halfway through the lesson he said he didn't feel that well and left us without a teacher. The girls started talking to each other very loudly, so the boys got annoyed and decided to fight the girls. And the next thing I know is all this happened," I explained as best as I could.

“Alright! Thank you Lysander. Now! Since you all behaved like zoo animals and made enough noise to disturb everyone, it proves that you, Class Eight cannot be left without a teacher and must be supervised by one at all times. I see no option but to punish you by adding extra classes. In addition to Maths, English, Science, English Grammar and Computer Studies, you will now have German, French, Spanish, Greek and Italian classes.”

“Sir please! We'll behave!”

“Any other punishment, please!”

There's many more cries from the students. But the Principal is unmoved. "You will all get your new routines next week, which is when the changes begin.”

And then he leaves. We all are unhappy about this, but everyone's angry at me. After all, I was the one who gave the full account of what had happened to the Principal.

But before they can, Mr Davidson comes back and says, “Go to the gym. Your gym class is next.”

Now we are all in the gym, glaring at one another while waiting for the teacher to appear.

I'm so fucking annoyed and angry, I'm not gonna even try and guess his fucking name.

I'm standing at one end of the gym, while Luke Sterling, the school bully, is at the other, glaring into my soul. I can tell that he's gonna fuck my life over really badly.

Everyone else in my class is scattered everywhere, glaring at me and each other, but we are all silent.

The tension in the air is so thick I could cut it with a fucking knife.

And then the gym teacher comes, bringing with him his hyperactive energy that enables him to bounce all the time.

"¡Hola mis queridos alumnos!¿Cómo están todos hoy?" he greets us as usual. But noticing the frown on our faces, his smile disappears. "What happened? Why are you all frowning like that? And glaring at each other?"

Luke begins to explain with hatred clear in his tone. He knows that our gym teacher doesn't punish us for swearing, so he takes advantage of that. "That fucking bitch, Lysander told the Principal every fucking thing that happened in the class that caused us to make so much fucking noise and made it seem as if it was our fucking fault! He left his own ass out of it, acting as if he didn't do a fucking thing! And now, thanks to that bastard, we've got a fucking five more classes added onto our routine!"

"...Okay." The teacher is confused.

While Luke is fuming, someone says, "Fuck you Luke! It's your fault that this happened to us!"

His eyes flash red. "My fault? What the fuck did I do? If anything, it was your fault, Sarina, because you cried like a fucking bitch when your hairstyle got messed up."

"I spent ages on it, bastard! What else was I supposed to do?"

"How about going to the bathroom and knocking yourself out? At least you wouldn't destroy our ears by crying so fucking loud."

"Well, even if I did cry over it, at least I wasn't commanding the girls like you were commanding the boys! You were telling them to attack us!"

"Because bitch, you girls were talking so fucking loud that us boys couldn't even hear our own fucking words!"

"That wouldn't have happened if you boys didn't talk!"

"We didn't talk! You were the ones talking!"

"Us?! So what if we were talking? It's a human right to talk!"

"Is not."

"Is."

"Is not."

"Is."

"Is fucking not!"

"It fucking is now!"

"You can't make human rights!"

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you're a dumb bitch!"

"You're a dumb bitch!"

"You and your idiot friends are! Why did you have to talk so fucking loud?"

"Why did you and your bastard friends have to start playing all these games and other shit and then yell?"

"Because that's what boys do. Much more better than talking about who to get fucked by."

"We don't talk about such things!"

"I fucking swear by the heavens and all things holy that you do."

"I swear by all things holy that boys just talk about getting girlfriends so that they could get laid!"

"Be quiet. Boys aren't sluts like you."

"I'm not a slut! You are!"

"Quit bitching at me because it's not gonna do you any good."

"You quit bitching at me!"

"Stop repeating what I say."

"You're repeating what I say!"

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"I'm not, you bitch!"

"I'm not either, you bitch!"

"You are!"

"Are not!"

"Are!"

"Are-"

"¡Silencio! This is enough, you two! I want to hear no more talking from anyone! All I want to hear is the sound of twenty students doing fifty press ups!"

After that, we were all scared and began doing exactly as told.

"Well, well well. If it isn't our fairytale prince and his girlfriend," says Luke. The two useless but intimidating boys that are normally with him are nowhere to be seen. I think they were absent.

Before I can speak for myself, Sara steps forward and glares at Luke . "Lysander is not a fairytale Prince, and I am not his girlfriend!"

"I can't believe that our Prince is so weak that he can't even speak up for himself! And if you aren't his girlfriend, Sara Jones, what's your excuse for always hanging around him?"

Sara falters for a moment and then regains her composure “Lysander is not weak. And so what if I'm always around him? So what if I pass him notes? Only if you've seen us making out or stuff like that, only then can you say that I'm his girlfriend."

Luke is thrown aback by Sara's bravado, but only momentarily. "Well, that still doesn't explain why Lysander can't speak for himself."

“Sara spoke for me before I could. And I might be named after a fictional character, but at least my name isn't similar to a guy in Star Wars, Luke Skywalker.”

"I don't give a fuck about that. Today, I'm gonna get you, no matter what."

"And if you harm a hair on Lysander's head, I'll complain to the Principal and he will punish you," says Sara.

Seeing that he can't hurt me now, he leaves. As he walks off, Luke calls, “This isn't the last you've seen of me, Lysander. Next time your girlfriend Hermia won't be there to save you."

“Does Luke bully you like this everyday?”

“Yes.”

“Is he always alone?”

“Normally he's got two boys with him, but today he was alone for some reason.”

“Have you told anyone about this?”

“About what? You following me around, or Luke and his huge problem?”

“Not funny, Lysander.”

I sigh. “No, I haven't. Why would I need to?”

“Because they might hurt you one day.”

“They already have.” Sara is about to say something when I put my hand up, gesturing to her to stop. “Leave it. Let's talk about something else.”

The concerned look is still there, but thankfully Sara drops it. "So, are you prepared for the maths test we have tomorrow?"

“M-maths test? T-tomorrow?” I faint.

Sara had been kind enough to bring me back to consciousness by pouring cold water from her bottle onto me, reviving me instantly and also making a string of profanities slip out of my mouth.

“Next time, warn me before you do that.”

“But you were unconscious,” Sara cleverly replies. “How could I have warned you?”

“Because, I wasn't unconscious. I was only pretending to have fainted. I'm great at acting, y'know.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

“So if you dressed up as a girl and acted like one, would I be able to tell it was you?”

“Not at all.”

“Then prove it to me tomorrow by coming to school as one.”

“Now, that isn't really necessary, Sara.”

“See you tomorrow, Lys!”

I’m about to follow her out when I remember that I have to go to Mr Demon's office.

“Shoot.”

“Mein name ist Günter Schmidt! Hörst du mich? Günter Schmidt!" Mr ~~Demon~~ Schmidt shouts angrily in German.

“I'm sorry for not having learnt your name Mr Schmidt. I swear that I won't forget it again, and if I do, then I will gladly accept any punishment you give me," I apologize.

He seems happy with my apology. “Now you may geh, Lysander Walker, und I promise that if you forget mein name again, you will be given such a harsh punishment that you will never forget a teachers name again.”

I leave and then run as fast as I can, far away from the horrors of Mr Schmidt's office.

Even if all he did was shout angrily at me in German, I'm still going to make sure that I never forget his name. When he's angry, he's scary.

Author's Note

Yeah, this is really long. School chapters tend to be long, and that's why I took so long writing this.

Actually, it was more of the fact that I've got hardly any experience with England schools. I know it's a lot different from Bangladesh, and did my best to write it. As for the teachers all being of different nationalities, i was too lazy to make up names for the teachers that would be perfectly normal for a British teacher.

And the part with C.Studies? A little of it is from a certain computer class I had...

Lysander discovering that Steve stole his book is inspired from that part in the German musical of the Count of Monte Cristo where Mondego realizes that the company 'Lerrom' is actually 'Morrel' and shouts, "Dantes! " If y'all want the link, ask me in the comments.

...Sara is inspired from what I'm like to my crush.

Also, I just had to give an over exaggerated description of what my class is like without a teacher.

Next chapter won't be as long but will be interesting.

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And yeah, there really was no other name for Lysander's best friend except Steve.

Chapter 3

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Three

Written By KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

When I got home, the first thing I did was not get my maths book and revise, but rather I threw my bag on the floor (not caring for the damage caused to its contents, if there was any damage caused) then jumping onto my bed (again not caring for any damage done to the bed) and then groaned into the pillow.

Today had taken a lot out of me, and that left me with no energy to revise for some maths test that came out of nowhere.

But I had more than enough energy to have fun with Discord, who had been watching silently. (He turned back into himself)

Hey Discord! I guess we could finish transforming my house from a boring old normal thing into a fun and chaotic thing!

You finally remembered about me.

I never forgot about you Dis.

Really? Then why have you been- well, why haven't you been talking to me at all?

Your Highness, Lord of Chaos, I have been talking to you. In every class I've talked to you. Remember about Steve? Sarah? Professor Italian guy?

“Lysander,” he is the first to stop using the telepathic link and actually talk “I'm so sorry that I forgot those minor conversations in which you only talked to me to ask me to help you with something."

“Look Discord, we had fun, didn't we? It's not my fault that I had to pay attention in class so that I wouldn't fail.’” When that fails to make him budge, I say, “I'm sorry for not paying that much attention to you. How about this? I'll make it up to you by letting you do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want…huh?” Discord grins a grin of mischief. “Well then, how about this?”

He snaps his claws/fingers, and the next thing I know is that we are downstairs and my house is now floating upside down in some dimension of chaos, and we're swimming in ice cream with cones as life jackets.

And of course, that's not even half of it. “Are you satisfied now?” I ask Discord after he's finally stopped snapping his claws.

“Nearly…” He snaps his claws one last time and makes me the size of a mini figure. “Now I am.”

While I'm freaking out about my new size, Discord is busy making some sort of roller coaster all over my house. “Discord…” I squeak “can you turn me back to my normal size?”

“I will… but not now.”

And then he puts me in one of his claws and hops onto a roller coaster…thing. “Time to start a fun ride with extra fun and speed!”

“Discord…no! No!” Discord simply grins and snaps his claws, making the ride begin.

I scream like how Sara does when she gets scared by a spider. It is very loud, and even by the time that the ride is finished and I'm returned to my normal size, I am still screaming.

And then I collapse. But sadly the draconequus doesn't allow me to sink into unconsciousness and does something that makes me have energy.

“Are you alright, Lysander?” he asks, concerned.

“No!” I shout. “I am not alright!”

He flinches, and says, “I guess I took things a little too far…”

“A little?” I laugh, not out of humor but anger. “A little?! You took things way too fucking far! If you want to apologize, then you can do it by letting me get the sleep I need. And don't fucking disturb me.”

I don't even wait for a response before turning around and up the stairs. Then I go to the bathroom, take all my clothes off, and have a shower.

I might not have a tidy house, but another of my rules (rule 2) states that before I sleep after getting back from school, I have to have a shower.

I hate the smell of sweat.

Once my shower's finished, I wrap a towel around myself and get to my room. Then I throw the towel on the pile of clothes that are wet, turn the air conditioner on and lock the door.

There's no need for me to make it easy for Discord to enter my room, and anyways, he doesn't need to know that I sleep nude.

Finally, I kick all the other stuff off my bed and jump into it. Sleep drags me into its embrace immediately.

I wake to the sound of someone, or rather some draconequus laughing like a fucking insane idiot.

Dis-fucking-cord.

“What the fuck Discord? I told you not to disturb me!” I sleepily groan.

Discord struggles to keep the laughter out of his voice as he says, “You…you sleep like that!” He continues laughing like a maniac. He wipes tears of laughter from his eyes as he says, "You sleep nude! Not even using a blanket to cover yourself!"

I suddenly realize that Discord is seeing me in my birthday suit and quickly use my foot to pull something to cover myself.

"Well, it's not my fault that until this point, I lived alone without anyone to see me and that I sure as fuck wasn't expecting you to come here without even knocking on the door." Thanks to the numerous piles of clothes around my bed, I'm able to cover myself. “H-how long have you been here?”

“Half an hour.”

"H-half an hour?!" I faint but am brought back to consciousness by a certain draconequus. "Why the fuck can't any fucking person let me faint?" I grumble. To Discord I say, "Why the fuck did you come to my room when I told you to not disturb me?"

"Well...I came to tell you that you've got a visitor."

"At this time? It's fucking midnight."

Discord shrugs. "He's downstairs, and he looks very angry so you should go and meet him quickly."

"What does he look like?"

Instead of replying, Discord snaps his claws and turns into a tall guy with blond hair that's in a bad guy style, blue eyes, and a smirk that I know all too well. Luke Sterling.

I gulp. Why the fuck is Luke Sterling of all people at my house, and why the fuck is he here at midnight?

Author's Note

Cliffhanger!

Why is Luke at Lysanders house, and at midnight?

Yeah, Lys sleeps naked because he's too lazy to buy any PJs for himself. And he's too lazy to find something to substitute for it.

The next update will be soon!

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Chapter 5

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Five

Written By KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

My alarm clock wakes me up. "Hey Discord," I begin "I had a dream weird as fuck. It started with you seeing me sleeping and then to Luke Sterling of all people coming to my house and a lot of other shit. The strangest thing was that Sara came and I slept with her! Discord? Why aren't you replying?"

I rub my eyes and look around the room. And then I discover, that my 'dream' wasn't a dream. It was real.

Sara was sleeping next to me, and she had me locked in an embrace.

That meant...Luke really had come to my house, had seen me humiliate myself by falling down the stairs, and had given me a cut on my throat.

And that if Sara hadn't surprised us with her timely arrival...

I would have been dead. Or worse.

"Lysander?" Sara looks at me sleepily. "Is it time to wake up yet?"

What should I reply? I didn't want to be late for school...but curse me, Sara's warm embrace felt good.

"It's not time yet," I reply and go back to sleep.

When I wake up again, five hours later or something like that, I discover that... "Ah fuck! I'm late for school!"

My shout wakes Sara up. "Don't be silly, Lysander. It's Saturday today, did you forget?"

"W-what?"

Sara moves her hair out of her face, rubs her eyes and yawns.

....Cutely.

I shake my head. What is happening to me? Why am I suddenly finding Sara cute?

"Sara, I'm... Gonna go have a shower. If you want to have one, there's another bathroom downstairs, and if not, my cupboards are open to you."

"Okay. I'll have a shower downstairs. Do you have any towels?"

"Yeah, I think I've got a spare one somewhere. Also, do you want to borrow some of my clothes because those don't look comfortable to be in all day. And they don't look warm enough."

"If you want me to wear some more concealing clothes, then I'm fine with it."

"'Kay. How are you with hoodies and jeans? Or I could give you a T-shirt. Or since it's Saturday I could just get two pairs of PJs out and we could wear them."

Sara shrugs. "How about PJs?"

"Ok. I'll get them out." And then I turn around to a pile of clean clothes I hadn't been bothered to put away and began throwing them onto my bed.

Eventually I found what I was looking for and turned to see Sara covered in clothes and trying to get out.

I pull it off her and scratch the back of my neck, embarrassed. "Uh, I forgot that you were on my bed, heheh."

She doesn't look amused. "I'll forgive you as long as it won't happen next time."

"Hopefully it won't."

"Better be," Sara says before throwing a bunch of clothes at me. I fall over.

"Hey, what the fuck is that for?!"

Sara merely giggles. "Clothes fight!"

And that's how what could be considered as World War III began.

Except instead of guns and nuclear weapons, we had clothes.

"Fuck! Why is it so fucking hard to get past this level?!" I yell in frustration, tossing the controller to Sara. "Here, you have a turn."

Sara puts a face of high concentration on and then tries that cursed level of Astro's Playroom.

Yeah, I have a PS5. No big deal. Anyways, about that level.

It's the one with the Ice Skating. Y'know the super hard one where you have to skate and then jump onto all these stuff and if you fall into the water you freeze.

"Damnit! I was so close!" Sara shouts, falling back onto the sofa.

"I think there's 0℅ chance of winning that," I say. "Wanna play Fortnite?"

Sara shrugs. "Sure. But can we get some food first? I'm starving."

"Sure, you fine with chicken wings?"

"As long as they're spicy."

I smirk. "I'll ask them to make it extra spicy."

Then I turn my phone on and call Peri Bros and make my order.

"Okay, let's agree to never do that again," Sara gasps, as we both drink as much milk as we can.

"I agree, as long as you crown me champion of the Super Hot Peri Bros Chicken Wings contest."

"...Never!"

"Then we'll have a rematch~"

"Ugh. Fine. You win."

"Oh yeah!" I cheer, dancing around and showing off my #1 Winner sign that's made of paper.

Sara approaches me with a glass, and before I can react, she splashes me with water, destroying my winner sign.

"What the hell Sara?!"

She smirks at the destruction before her. "That's what you get for being such a showoff."

"Grrr... I'll get revenge for this!"

Before I can get my revenge, Sara's phone rings. She answers it and cuts the line a few seconds later. "Looks like I gotta go. See you later, Lys."

"Now, wasn't that suspiciously convenient?" I ask myself as she walks out the door.

I head upstairs to let Discord out of the wardrobe, and when I do, he glares at me. "I hope you had fun, Lysander, because I didn't. Seriously, what type of lunatic locks someone in a wardrobe for a whole day! I was so cramped!"

I put my hands up in surrender. "In my defense, Discord, I didn't know she was going to stay that long. I thought she just wanted to spend the night."

"And why couldn't you have just told her to get out?"

"Did you even hear me?"

"You could've thrown her out."

"Look, that's just plain rude, and I'm not a bad guy."

"Really? You don't think it's 'plain rude' to keep me locked up in a closet?"

"Think of that as payback for barging into my room and seeing me naked. And for letting Luke in." He glares at me. I sigh. "You are just... Fine I'm sorry for locking you up. Now you can go and have ice cream and play on my PS. Happy?"

He stares at me with a blank look etched on his face. "What's a 'PS'?"

Author's Note

Yeah, it took me a super long time to update. My defense: I had a cold, and I really couldn't think of anything. Believe me, it's hard having so many incomplete stories at once.

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Chapter 6

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Six

Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

It's Monday. I groan and almost throw my phone out of the window due to the racket it's making.

I impatiently swipe the screen a few times but the alarm still doesn't stop. "Just fucking stop..."

Ugh. I hate Mondays.

The end of the weekend and the start of school.

Wait. School.

Holy fuck, I'm going to be put through hell there by all my classmates!

I momentarily forget about my annoyance at my alarm and start shivering in bed. Luke will be at school...

And I won't be safe...

Then I remember something. I've got the Lord Of Chaos on my side.

Discord can do anything he wants. I'll be totally safe.

With that thought in mind I jump out of bed and start my morning stuff, after which I put my uniform on.

I pause before leaving my bedroom and look at my uniform.

It's white shirt with the school logo, and black trousers with which I wear a black belt. There's also a tie which has the school's logo on it.

For some reason it feels like I've forgotten to put a part of my uniform on.

Oh yeah, my ID card! I quickly grab it from my desk and attach it to my collar as it's a clip on one.

There, it's complete now.

I make sure I've got my school shoes on and then carefully go down the stairs, holding my bag.

I grab some breakfast- a cereal bar and a glass of milk and finish it as fast as I can.

I'm probably late. Eh, what's another detention?

I head into the living room to see Discord still playing on the PS5.

"Holy fuck Discord," I say, surprised. "Did you stay up all night?"

He yawns and turns to me. "Eh, maybe. Why?"

"Aren't you tired?"

"Tired as hell, but a good thing about being from Equestria is that eating a little sugar will give me enough energy for the rest of the day. But it's not like I have to go anywhere... I can play forever!" He laughs.

I laugh nervously. "Actually Discord, the thing is... I need protection."

He sits up and grins. "So you finally did what Sara wanted and became her boyfriend? Though, I think you need to take her on at least three dates before going for her honey pot. Come to me after that and I'll give you some spare condoms I have."

I blush. When did Discord get such a dirty mind? "D-discord! Not that type of protection! I need you to protect me from Luke and everyone else in my class!"

"Hmm..." Discord puts his hand under his chin. "What will you give me?"

"Huh?"

"Come on. You know what I mean~"

"Seriously? You're doing that? Now of all times?" I sigh. "Fine. I'll give you... Ice cream, donuts, pizza, tacos, Doritos- literally anything."

"And you'll let me spend how much time I want on the PS5?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes. Now come on, we're really late now."

Discord transforms into a watch which I put around my wrist and then we go.

Might you remind me why you need to be protected? I mean, like, what did you do that was bad enough to get Luke and your class pissed off at you? And I didn't really understand why he showed up in the middle of the night either.

Don't you remember? You were literally with me when the whole thing at school happened. I told the Principal what happened and who was doing what, so he gave us all five extra classes.

Oh yeah, now I remember.

And for some reason Luke got super angry about that and I think he wanted to kill me or something. Luckily Sara's unexpected arrival saved my life...

I think the guy you're dealing with is insane. Want me to give that psychopath something he'll never forget?

I grin. Sure...

I check the time on my phone and change my walk to a run.

It's 07:50 AM now. And school started at 07:00 AM...

Shit. I run across the road after making sure there were no cars coming and continue running.

I open Google Maps to make sure that I'm on the right path.

Nearly there....

I turn around the corner and go through the gates of my school, which the Security Guard opens.

I put my phone in my bag and stop for breath as I look up at the school building.

It's a white one. Unfortunately it's ten stories tall and my class is right at the top.

And there's no lift or escalator.

On normal days I'm totally chill with running up.

But on Monday? Nope.

There's a lot of bad things about Monday, I ponder as I run up the stairs, hoping I wouldn't run into any teachers. But the only good thing is that two of my classes happen twice, and since there are only six periods, I only need to take four books, resulting in my bag being a ton lighter than on other days.

I look up from the staircase to see I've arrived at my destination.

I catch my breath and walk to my class nervously.

The first class is Monsieur Demon- I mean Schmidt's...

Calm down Lysander. He's only gonna yell at you...

With that 'comforting' thought in mind I advance forward and slide the classroom door open.

Even if I didn't open it I still could've seen that it was Monsieur Schmidt in there as the door was see through.

I take a deep breath. "Sir, can I come in?"

He looks towards me and nods. "Brunnen," he says to seemingly no one with sarcasm in his voice as I enter. "Seht, wer sich endlich entschieden hat, uns mit seiner Gegenwart zu beehren." He gives me a piece of paper and a stack of books. "This is the routine, und this is all the bücher you'll need for der extra klassen."

I take the books and take a seat at the back, ignoring the murderous glares sent my way from everyone but Steve and Sara.

I then take my bag off, get my art book and pencil out and nearly fall asleep as the teacher explains about how to draw a perfect and realistic looking tree.

I was honestly about to fall asleep but something hits me. It's a piece of paper. I unfold it to read: 'You'll pay for this.'

I recognize Luke's handwriting and drop the paper as if it were a red hot coal.

Discord, can you please start working on whatever it is that you'll do to Luke?

Who said I wasn't working on it? Good things come to those who wait.

I decide to look around and see that Sara is sitting in the third row on the left, Luke is at the first row to the right and Steve isn't even here.

My blood freezes as I realize that one of Luke's 'helpers' are sitting two rows in front of me and everyone is shooting me angry looks.

I gulp and decide to look at the new routine.

First Period- Art (06:30 AM to 07:10 AM.)

Second Period- Maths (07:10 AM to 07:50 AM)

Third Period- Science (07:50 AM to 08:30 AM)

Fourth Period- English (08:30 AM to 09:10 AM)

Fifth Period- English Grammar (09:10 AM to 09:50 AM)

Break- (09:50 AM to 10:20 AM)

Sixth Period- Italian (10:20 AM to 11:20 AM)

Seventh Period- French (11:20 AM to 12:20 PM)

Eighth Period- German (12:20 PM to 01:20 PM)

Ninth Period- Computer Studies (01:20 PM to 02:00 PM)

Tenth Period- German (02:00 PM to 03:00 PM)

*This routine will be effective from this Tuesday (tomorrow.)

That was the routine for Monday. Luckily it started from tomorrow...

It looks like we'll have to bring ten books everyday...

I put it away, too tired too look at the order for the other days. Then I look at the books.

A beginners guide to German... All these books were beginners guides to all the languages we had to learn.

Really, it's unfair. I understand why everyone is angry at me now. But to be honest, it was their fault for fighting.

The rest of the day passes slowly, and at break time only me, Luke and his two cronies are left in the room since everyone else has gone off somewhere.

Luke grins evilly, and I know he's planning something so I rush out of the room.

I tried. He blocks the door and I fear the worst, but all he does is say, "I know your secret. What you're hiding. All this shit is unnecessary. Find a way to stop it, using your secret friend or else."

I blink in shock. Is he referring to Discord? And if yes... How does he know?

He answers my unspoken question. "Yes, I'm referring to that Lord of Chaos you have in your house."

"B-but how do you-"

"Remember this. I'm here. I'm there. I'm everywhere. I know everything about you, and if you questioned me on a random kid, I could even tell you who their great grandparents were."

"So you're a stalker? You've been stalking me?"

"I'm offended. I'm not a pitiful stalker. No, I'm something much greater than you can understand."

I look into his blue eyes to see that they are no longer blue; they are red.

Sweet Tartarus...

I hear Discord curse in my mind and try to back away from Luke.

He grabs my wrist and I see that his eyes are back to blue. He looks confused as if he'd been in a daze. "Why the hell are you standing in front of me? Want to kiss the sexiest guy in this school or something?"

"Huh?" That startles me. "A-actually, I was just about to leave. You're kinda blocking the door, y'know..."

Luke steps aside to let me go and I run out immediately and go to the library where it'd be quiet and devoid of people.

I find a corner and sit down in it. Discord? About what happened earlier with Luke... Is it something bad, you know how his eyes changed color?

Lysander. I... I'll explain later. It's too risky to explain it now.

Risky? We're literally having a telepathic conversation where no one can listen in on it.

Your Luke buddy is a lot more dangerous than you originally thought. He could listen in on this conversation, even though it's telepathic.

You're not making any sense.

You wouldn't understand if I explained it to you now. Just wait, okay? I can't explain it right now.

Ugh... Fine.

I stay in the library until break ends and head back to class.

Finally, the school day ends and I don't encounter Luke at all. Once I've walked out of the school gates Sara stops me. "Hi Luke. How are you?"

"Oh," I say, slightly caught off guard by her sudden appearance. "Hey Sara. I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm fine too, thanks. So, remember the deal? Give me all your homework and I'll give it to you tomorrow at school."

"Yeah... But I was kinda thinking you could come over and we'd do the homework together? Like we could also relax and stuff?"

Sara smiles. "That actually sounds a lot better. Is eight in the evening fine with you?"

"Sure."

"Well, I guess I'll see you then." The tone of her voice makes it sound like she's expecting something.

"Uh, bye then."

I can't help but notice how she looks a little dejected as she walks away. "Hey, Sara!"

"Yes?" she stops and turns to look at me.

"Did you want anything?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, was I supposed so say something other than 'bye'?"

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it." She leaves.

I wonder what that was about...

She was expecting you to walk home with her, dummy! And here I thought that the British were famous for their politeness...

How was I supposed to know that? It's not like I spend all of my time learning how to become a gentleman.

And you're not supposed to because you're supposed to naturally be one.

I roll my eyes and start walking home as I continue telepathically arguing with Discord.

Once we're home, after a lot of detours in which I got some ice cream, glanced at the pet shop and stared at all the cute budgies inside with their cuteness causing me to buy a pair of them, and a lot of other random things that weren't really important, I take my heavy bag off and Discord transforms into himself.

I put the budgies' cage on a table and watch them.

One is blue and white while the other is green and yellow. They sit in a corner of the cage, observing me and Discord.

I decide to change my clothes and have a shower to save them from smelling my sweat. Such cute creatures shouldn't be put through torture like that.

So I tell Discord to make sure that no one comes in, not to answer the door, to use his chaos magic against anyone who comes in, etc and head up.

He agreed but I had to give him even more stuff. Eh, at least it's worth it.

While I'm in the shower, I stare at the white tiles and ponder.

I don't really spend that much time on my thoughts as I devote more time to PlayStation and games but what happened with Luke really confused me.

Were his eyes always red or blue? How did he manage to switch the colors?

If I was a normal person I would've believed that Luke was a really good actor and had contact lenses or whatever those things are called.

But as soon as Discord came, I was no longer a normal person.

Magic was real. For some reason I wasn't really startled by Discord's appearance and the fact that he had magic and all the other stuff about him, whereas a normal person would be freaking out.

At the time I thought I was just imagining stuff. To be honest, I mostly think of life as a dream. That it's not that real, so when we have dreams, it's a dream in a dream.

Sometimes life feels real and at other times it doesn't. That could be why I didn't freak out at the sight of Discord.

Or maybe I never truly was normal.

There are a lot of strange things I've noticed about myself.

I keep things so messy that I could've been in the GUNEAS book of records or whatever it was called.

Like, there's this guy who's got the longest name in history, so I could be the messiest person in history.

Despite being a middle child, I got most of the attention from my parents and that caused my siblings to hate me.

I don't really keep in touch with them due to that.

I turn the water off and step out, with my body automatically having done the shower while I was thinking.

Once I'm dry and have put some clothes on (an Adidas tracksuit) I go downstairs to see that Discord is wearing a guard outfit and has a spear in his hands.

"Discord? Why are you dressed like that?"

He gives a mock salute and proudly says, "I'm a Royal Guard!" He then gives me a serious stare. "Now, who might you be, young man?"

I fall over in laughter at this act.

He brandishes the spear at me. "Laughing at a Royal Guard is forbidden by the law! It is illegal! Now you must go to jail" he snaps his fingers and a huge cage appears "and stay with your budgie inmates!"

Another snap and I'm in there along with my budgies who are frightened at this sudden change in surroundings as well as the sight of me being close to them. They fly to a corner and observe me.

"Discord."

"What?"

"Now can you tell me about it?"

"About what?"

"You know. The thing with Luke's eyes."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Discord."

He walks over to me with his spear. "You are a prisoner, Monsieur. You will not talk. It is forbidden."

He then walks away and jumps onto a sofa, turning the PS5 on with his magic. He picks up a controller and begins to play.

"So what, guards are allowed to play?"

"Of course. Now quiet!"

As I watch him play, I notice that he looks tense. He's obviously worried about something...

I turn to my budgie inmates, who are a little closer to me. Seems like they're curious.

"Hey little fellas," I say softly not to scare them. "What's up?"

They chirp a little.

I smile and reach my hand out to pet them... And they run away.

I sigh.

A bundle of millet spray appears in my lap.

I hold one up and notice it's grabbed their interest. I put the others in my pocket and then close my eyes while keeping it in it's position.

I can hear the sound of cute budgie footsteps...

I feel something warm on my hand. And finally I can feel the millet spray being pulled.

I open my eyes a little to see both of them sitting on my hand, eating the millet.

Seeing that the one they're eating is almost finished, I use my right hand to pull another out of my pocket. Then I put my hand on my knee, and close my eyes again.

But they don't notice as they're too busy eating the millet.

I don't think I could stay in this cage forever even if it is fun watching them...

I get an idea. Time to stage a breakout plan.

Part One is completed. Well, nearly completed as I still need to make them comfortable around me without the millet, but who cares?

As they move onto my other hand, I grin.

I'm going to get out of this, and I'll find out the truth.

I close my eyes again and yawn. But maybe after a nap...

Discord's P.O.V:

I look over to the cage I've trapped Lysander in.

He's fallen asleep and so have his budgies. They're actually sleeping on him.

I smile at the cute sight.

What happened with 'Luke' made me feel helpless, as I know why he's like that and who he's possessed by...

My worry returns as I realize Lysander will still want to know.

I can't tell him. I can't tell him who Luke's possessed by... Or why he's the target.

It'll break him...

Author's Note

Author's Note: Only recently did I remember that this was supposed to be about Discord, not Lysander! So I did some stuff to get the story to start focusing on our Draconequus, and add some mystery.

Will the next chapter reveal the secret? Maybe... Maybe not...

Only time will tell. And yes, I couldn't resist adding budgies in here. They're too cute.

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Until next time!

Chapter 7

Let The Chaos Come

Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Chapter Seven

Discord's P.O.V:

Lysander was beginning to wake up. He'd remember about that immediately unless I did something to prevent it.

...First I had to make things seem normal. I made the cage disappear, put the budgies in their cage and snapped my claws one last time to make Lysander appear next to me. I put him in a position that made it seem as if he had fallen asleep on me.

That was the easy part. Now was the hard part, which would be to gain access to his mind and erase all his memories of that incident.

I was almost scared to enter his mind, knowing what could be in there, but I still did anyways.

It wasn't a pleasant sight to be honest. I proceeded carefully, hoping that Their form would not appear, ready to claim back Lysander's soul.

It was an old prophecy, actually a myth, but in Equestria, those always turn out to be true. Unfortunately, I had seen the signs of Their return earlier today.

The spell I had cast on Lysander was not merely one enabling telepathy, it also enabled me to be able to see through his eyes and hear through his ears.

At the time I had decided it would be best if I learnt more about this world and humans rather than rushing things and doing mistakes...like before.

I shook my head to keep the memory from replaying as it was horrifying enough the first time, and proceeded in my adventure through Lysander's mind.

It was as messy as his house in there, if not messier. Memories were scattered all over the place, and as much as I love chaos and disorganized stuff, this was giving me a headache.

I'd never be able to find the memory...

Dejected, I get out of Lysander's head, and just in time too for he opened his eyes a second after I came out.

"Agh," he says, sitting up and rubbing his neck. "What happened?"

"You fell asleep on me while watching me play since you were bored of just waiting for your birds to adjust," I tell him, doing a great job at making it sound like the truth.

"Oh." Suddenly he jumps up from the sofa and pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns it on. "Holy fuck, Sara's going to be coming in five minutes and my hair's messed up! Ugh... I got..."

He mumbles to himself and runs out, appearing a few minutes later as a knock is heard on the door.

"Discord, you need to hide somewhere..."

I snap my claws and turn into a budgie. Then I quickly perch on top of the cage. "Aww, I look truly splendid as a budgie," I say in a bird voice.

Lysander rolls his eyes and looks at where the real budgies are. They're both sitting on a perch quietly and are sleeping.

After taking a quiet picture of the scene, he heads out of the room quietly... Only to run up the stairs like a total maniac.

I roll my eyes as best as I can in my current form and decide to practice being a bird. I stretch a wing out slowly, getting used to it and after doing a couple more stretches, walking and climbing I decide to fly.

At least there aren't any ceiling fans in Lysander's house; that would truly be terrible...

Lysander's P.O.V:

I run up the stairs and into my room. I grab my hairbrush from it's place on a pile of junk, and run it through my hair as quickly as I can.

Then I change from my shorts into an Adidas tracksuit and slide down the railing, fortunately not falling this time.

The doorbell rings and for once I manage to answer it on time.

I open it to see Sara. This time she's decently dressed, something that I'm thankful for.

She's wearing light blue jeans and a white T-shirt, over which she has a jeans jacket.

"Hi Lysander," she awkwardly greets me. "Are you gonna let me in or stand there, staring at me all day?" she jokes.

Flustered, I step aside and let her enter, after which I close the door and lock it.

Yes, that is right. I, Lysander Walker, the most untidiest and forgetful being to have ever walked this Earth has locked his front door for once in his life.

Well, I did lock it other times, but it's not like this is a story with readers or something, so nothing has to be accurately told.

Sara has already entered my living room and I hear her d'awwing.

I go and find her next to my cute budgies, who are fast asleep, and she's petting Discord.

"Lysander! These are so cute! When did you get them?!"

"It was actually today after school. I just decided to go to the pet store to get my mind off some things, and BAM!"I raise two hands in the air, but not in a surrendering position, rather it's like how Asmodeus does it when he's surprised.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with a dude playing Obey Me!

"Their cuteness just made me buy them because I knew that I wouldn't be able to think about anything else if I just left them behind."

Sara smiles. "Is this one tamed?" she asks, pointing to Discord who had taken off while I gave my short explanation. "He didn't bite me at all, and was very friendly."

"I guess he could be," I say, making it seem like I knew exactly what I was talking about, and definitely not lying. "But I heard that the younger a budgie is, the more likely they are to react positively to you."

Sara shrugs. "So, where's your homework copies?"

At my blank look, she says, "I came here to do all your homework after all."

"Oh yeah..." Sara is a straight A student and always gets A stars, so having her do my homework will get me all the marks that I need.

"I'll go get my stuff..."

Sara leaves a couple of hours later, and I smile as I look at all my overdue homework, which will finally be submitted.

While I'm busy doing a victory dance (subconsciously), Discord perches on my shoulder, fluffs his feathers and then bites my neck.

"Ouch! Holy fuck Discord! Why the hell did you do that to me! Ow, ow, ow, stop!"

He finally stops, flies off of me and transforms into himself, grinning as he watches me rub my neck in pain. "I heard humans become unconscious if someone pinches their neck."

"First of all, I'm pretty sure that doesn't work. And second of all... You fucking bit me!"

"Yeah, your neck didn't taste nice either. It tasted of sweat, Sara, and more Sara."

"Hey! My neck doesn't taste like Sara!"

"How would you know what it tastes like?"

"Well, how would you know what Sara tastes like?"

"...Good question. Anyways, Discord, I wanna ask you something."

"Which is?"

"I've never seen you eat."

"I'd say that's more of a statement than a question."

"Whatever. But seriously, what do you eat?"

"Simple. Chocolate! But really, I don't need to eat that often, so I have snacks every once in a while. My magic is enough for me."

"But how does your magic keep going?"

He shrugs. "Eh, seeing as my magic is chaos magic, it gets fed by chaos. Why do you think I'm so happy to go with you to your school everyday?"

Author's Note

I know, this chapter looks terrible and was way too short despite being over a thousand words, but I can't be bothered to give a fuck about it right now because I'm just too damn tired....

And I'm sure I'll be posting another chapter soon, but this is all I can be bothered to do now.

Chapter 8

Let The Chaos Come

Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Chapter Eight

Discord's P.O.V:

"Why do you think I'm so happy to go with you to your school everyday?" I ask, teasingly.

Lysander blushes and turns away in embarrassment, which makes me blush as well, because Tartarus, he was being so cute...

He clears his throat a few seconds later, jumping as he checks his watch. "I'm gonna go to sleep now… Since I have to get up early …"

Lysander's P.O.V:

I cover my ears as my alarm goes off, and search for my phone to dismiss it. Seriously, the rooster alarm is very effective at waking me up, but it also gives me a big headache.

Groaning, I force myself to get up and abandon all thoughts of sleep, but...it wouldn't matter if I stayed in bed for just a few more minutes, would it?

I wince as the glare of the phone's screen illuminates my face. It's 06:10 AM. Yeah, I could afford to get some more sleep.

After all, I can get ready quickly...

I wake up to the sound of the extremely loud rooster alarm, and get up, yawning. I glance at the time on the alarm.

08:00 AM.

Holy fuck!

That's more than enough to wake me up. I jump out of bed, dash in and out of the bathroom in three minutes and quickly run a comb through my hair.

I dig through the piles of clothes to find my uniform and for once, wish that I kept things tidy. ...That's the first thing I'll do after coming home- tidy up.

But right now I've got no time to drown in sorrow and past regrets so I continue searching and triumphantly pull out a shirt, tie and trousers, all of which are my uniform.

Damn it! It's all creased…

I run out of the bedroom, almost tripping over a pile of clothes, and into the spare room where Discord is sleeping.

That stops me immediately, and I look around for something to cover myself with.

"It's alright, I won't look," he says, making me turn red in embarrassment . "Though, you should start wearing clothes to bed. What will you do if there's an emergency?"

Choosing not to reply, I smash the plug into the socket...which ends up causing it to get pushed in.

"Discord! Help me!"

He laughs and clicks his fingers, causing all the creases to be removed. "I swear, when you're in a rush, things are more chaotic than the kids in your class having an all out attack. Thank me later," he says, noticing me open my mouth.

I realised something. "Hey! Stop looking at me! "

Once I had my uniform on, I rushed through everything else and jumped down the stairs, landing right in front of the door.

"Discord! We've gotta go now! Quick!"

He rolls his eyes as he follows me to the front door, transforms into a bird and sits on my shoulder.

Ladies first, he telepathically tells me..

Discord...

I whistle as I run to school, and he clutches onto my shoulder tightly.

Falling off while being disguised as a budgerigar isn't on my bucket list.

Luckily, it's only half an hour away, so by running, I manage to reduce the time by half.

As I enter the building, he transforms into a watch, which I secure around my wrist before glancing at the time. Shit...It's 08:25 AM…

Panicking, I run up the stairs…

I dash into the classroom, and thank God, the teacher didn't come yet. "Fuck," I breathe out as I collapse into a fourth row seat. "I should get up earlier or something..."

I hear a giggle from behind me and turn to see Sara. "Hey Lysander," she greets me. "You surely look exhausted."

"I lost track of time in the morning and had to run here," I say.

"You should wake up earlier... Anyways, have you talked to the new student yet?"

"New student?" I look around. "What new student?"

"He's right over there," Sara says, pointing at a corner.

"Oh." I don't really know what to say... The new student has blue eyes and blond hair, as a matter of fact he looks very similar to Luke except that his hair is styled to partly cover one eye.

"Yeah… By the way, those are your new books for the extra subjects. Everyone's got a stack of them on their desks," she says, pointing to a pile of books in front of me.

"Thanks," I say, picking them up and glancing at them. Beginners Guide To German, Beginners Guide To Italian…

I yawn and put them down.

"Lysander!"

I turn around and nearly jump out of my seat as I see Steve. He's so close that our noses are almost touching.

"What the fuck man- you almost gave me a fucking heart attack! Where were you all those days?!"

"Eh, I just didn't feel bothered to come to school."

"Really? Then why didn't you come to my house? We could've played Fortnite together."

"Yeah, and then you'd prance around and sing that you won."

"When did you get all serious like this?"

"Me? Serious? Never."

"Oh re-"

"Lalalalalalalalala," Steve sings.

"Steve, now isn't the t-"

"Lalalalalalalalalalala~"

"St-"

"Lalalalala~"

"S-"

"Lalalalala~"

"Steve, stop right n-"

"La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la~" Is the response I get.

"Steve, s-"

Steve continues singing and does it so loud in such an annoying voice that I cover my ears and growl, "Steve, I fucking swear to God, if you don't stop singing right now, I'll hit you with this book," I point at one of my new beginners guide to learning languages books.

Steve merely shrugs and sings louder.

"Alright, you asked for it..."

BAM! "Ouch, what the fuck bro?!"

"Ah, finally, that terrible singing has stopped." Both of us turn around to see the new student standing there. "It was pretty bad, wasn't it?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, totally," I awkwardly responded, not really knowing what to say.

"Hey! Are you two insulting my singing?!" Steve exclaims in mock offence. "Why, how could anyone ever insult the singing of the great and wonderful Stevio?!"

"Stevio?"

Steve rolls his eyes and tries to rush forward onto me, but I dodge at the last second and he falls onto my desk. "Ouch... Don't worry, I'll get you, and you!" He points at me and the new student, before getting up and trying to grab the latter, who just moves out of his reach. "That ain't cool, man."

Steve moves forward, and he moves back and this continues until I wave over to Steve to distract him.

The new student takes this chance and runs. I know Steve isn't actually angry, and that he just wants to cause some drama, but I decide to also run for my life.

I ran out of the classroom, screaming like a maniac just for the fun of it, and...straight into something solid.

"Ouch...what the fuck just ha-"

I look up to see Mr Demon- I mean, Mr Schmidt, and gulp in fear.

He glares at me. "Darf ich das Vergnügen haben, zu erfahren, warum du durch den Korridor gerannt bist und geschrien hast, als ob ein Psychopath mit einem Messer hinter dir her wäre?!"

I blink in confusion. "Uh..."

"Don't worry, Lysander. You'll have das chance to learn plenty von German today. Und before you ask, ja, you will get punished. Für running into einen teacher, und für running in das corridors."

With that he walks away.

I stand there, frozen until Steve runs to me and slaps my back. "G'AH! Why'd you do that for?!"

He just laughs. "You insulted my singing, so naturally, I should slap you."

"Your singing?" I scoff. "That sounded more like a dying cow than anything close to singing."

"You've insulted it again?! Just you wait..." he growls playfully. "I'll give you a headstart, oh dear friend of mine. Ten..."

I run as fast as I can and dash down the stairs. However, as my fortune would have it, I tripped over my own shoes and tumbled down the stairs.

...Thankfully I landed on something that was sort of soft while also very hard.

"Ah, fuck! Lysander Walker! Why the hell do you always have to fall onto me?! Honestly, if you love me so much, then you should just come out and say it! There's no need to act like Sara and intentionally collapse into your crushes!!"

I froze just as I was about to begin groaning in pain. I know that voice. Looking down to confirm my suspicion, I see that yes, it is him.

"L-l-luke!" I gasp, and try to get off of him, only for him to swear in pain as I do so.

"Holy fuck! Why did you have to...ouch…"

I blink in confusion, not understanding what I've done. He catches onto my confusion. "My fucking dick, man! Get off!"

After looking at my legs, I realise that my knee is...yes...on his…

I wince and push myself up, and try to run away, only to get pinned to the wall by a very hurt and probably angry Luke.

He glares at me, but a few seconds later he steps back and lets go. "You should count yourself lucky that I find you useful, otherwise I would've killed you already. I mean ja, even if you are my best friend, it's only your usefulness that's keeping you alive."

As he turns away and heads to class, I follow his lead, but my mind doesn't pay attention to anything, as it's filled with confusion.

What the fuck just happened? Normally I would've been dead by now, since it was Luke Sterling of all people that I ran into, but even though I gave him unimaginable pain, he still let me go without a scratch. And since when was I his best friend?

Hey, Discord… Am I dreaming…?

I'm as confused as you. Last time he saw you, he tried to kill you, and now you're suddenly his best friend? Either we're both dreaming… Or he's got some sort of a memory loss...

Author's Note

I've been working on this for a while. How is it? Let me know in the comments.

Fun fact- The part with Steve singing 'lalalala'? Inspired by a very similar scenario that my friend's sister told me about.

Chapter 9

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Nine

Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

It's Maths class. As Mr Esposito drones on about how a=x and other boring things, I turn to Sara as I realise something.

"Sara…" I whisper.

" Yes? "

"Why did you give me a stack of books when Mr Schmidt already gave me my books yesterday?"

"These are extra textbooks."

" So...we have to bring even more books to school- wait a second. These are the Beginners Guides and stuff. And I already got them. So why did you give me them again? "

"Lysander...Didn't you use your phone at all yesterday?"

"Uh… I can't remember. Why?"

" Because in the school's WhatsApp group, we were told that the books we got yesterday were the wrong ones. "

"Oh… Well, it's a good thing that I left them all at home then."

" Lysander Walker! " Mr Esposito's voice booms, and I jump up.

"Yes Sir?"

"Come to the front of the class and explain what I have been teaching for this entire lesson."

I freeze. I hadn't even been paying any attention…

He sighs and says, "Come to my office for your detention at lunch time."

The rest of the lesson takes forever to pass, and when he leaves, I leap up with joy.

"Finally! That was so damn boring, I almost fucking fell asl-"

"Language, Lysander Walker," says a voice I know way too well. Mr Schmidt shuts the door coolly, and I stop my dance of joy immediately.

Thankfully, he says nothing and merely writes something on the board once everyone sits down.

"Today, you will all draw the drawing on page seventy. It should be simple enough."

I sigh and pull the book out of my bag, staring glumly at it. Upon flipping the pages to the drawing that we were given, my grimace turns into a grin.

"Hell yeah! I can do t-"

"Lysander Walker. If you cannot keep your mouth closed, I shall throw you out of the classroom and give you detention for a week."

I sigh and pray that I can remain quiet. Grabbing a pencil, I put my best smile on and begin drawing the cake.

"Oh. Mein. Gott." Mr Schmidt looms over me, staring at my drawing with an unreadable expression, so I don't know if I've finally managed to live up to his standards, or on the contrary, drawn something that he thinks is an abomination. "Das kann doch nicht sein!" he exclaims, attracting the attention of the entire class.

"Uh…" I trail off, not knowing what to say.

"Lysander Walker," says my art teacher for the third time today. I honestly think this is the first time he's ever said my full name more than once. "In the decade I have taught at this school, dein drawing is the first one that I can truly, honestly say ist… "

He delays saying the adjective, timing it perfectly so the whole class is hanging on his every word, wondering whether a student has finally done a drawing that can be deemed acceptable.

"...Wunderbar!"

My jaw hits the ground in shock, as do my classmates. Mr Schmidt, whom I used to call Mr Demon because of his sky high standards...just said that my drawing was wonderful?!

I rub my eyes and manage to form words again. "Sir, did you just say that my drawing was wonderful?! "

He rolls his eyes. "Ja; did you not hear me properly?"

He said it was wonderful...This must be a joke!

Discord, are you casting some sort of spell?

No.

"Ich versichere Ihnen, ich bin hundertprozentig aufrichtig, wenn ich sage, dass es wunderbar ist."

A grin breaks out across my face and I leap up from my seat, grasp Sara's hands, pulling her out of her chair, and begin to dance around with her in joy.

"My drawing is wonderful! My drawing is wonderful!"

" Alright, that's enough, " says Mr Schmidt, and we both sit down.

The rest of the classes take forever, and when break time finally arrives, I jump up, getting ready to run out of the door...only to be stopped by Luke.

"Lysander, where are you going?"

"Uh...Out of the classroom?" I ask, confused as to why he's stopping me. Is he going to take revenge for the incident in the morning? He does have a pretty good chance now that everyone's out…

"But you never do that. You usually stay here."

" Luke. Are you playing some sort of trick on me?"

"No, we're best friends, so why would I? I'm not the type of person to do that anyway."

I sigh. "Well, what if I wanted to change things a little?" Without waiting for his reply, I walked out.

Luke's P.O.V:

Lysander's acting really strange. Normally he stays in at break time to keep me company - his choice- and now he's suddenly leaving? As much as I hate to admit it, I've become used to his company.

Or has he found a new best friend? No, that's impossible. He's my friend. I was his friend first. No one would've been foolish enough to try and take him from me...right?

...It's not like I need him anyways. He's just...someone that I like. And liking something doesn't mean one needs it.

A sudden twinge of pain interrupts my thoughts, and I grimace. Ouch…

I don't know why, but my head really hurts. I don't recall hitting it.

Lysander's P.O.V:

What. The. Fucking. Hell. Just. Happened. Luke, my sworn enemy, my arch nemesis, whatever you want to call him- just treated me as though I were his best friend. Since when did I spend every break time with him?

Well, I did mostly stay inside, but that was because I didn't really want to deal with a crowd of students. I hate crowds.

I walk down the stairs as fast as I possibly can without falling just in case Luke decides to come after me, and run into the new student from before.

Thankfully this time, it's not literally. Just the figurative expression.

"Hi," I say automatically .

"Oh, hi Lysander," he replies . "I was just going back to class."

"This early? There's still fifteen minutes left for the break to end. "

"I...uh…" he looks briefly away. "I don't like crowds. And there's so many students downstairs that it's impossible to walk without walking into someone else."

"Not liking crowds isn't something to be embarrassed of. I don't like them either, " I comforted him. "But there's no need to return to class. I can show you around the school? "

"Ok."

"By the way, I never caught your name."

" Karl Dietrich. "

Author's Note

What will happen next? My dear audience, I need your ideas!

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Chapter 11

Let The Chaos Come

Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Chapter Eleven

Lysander's P.O.V:

I woke up and spent a few hours in the bath to enjoy my free morning, which thankfully didn't begin at the ungodly hour of 06AM.

The fact that I'd have relaxing mornings like this for a month, or for however long it takes to get the Principal to loosen up is comforting.

Once I finished my bath, I headed downstairs to play a few games on my PS5, but when I got to the living room, Sara was waiting for me.

"I guess you feel better now?" I ask, remembering her shenanigans from last night.

She's about to nod, but then pouts. "Not yet..."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Well... there's one thing that always makes me a hundred percent better, and that's baking a cake."

"Baking a cake?" I ask, surprised.

"Time for mixing!" says Sara cheerfully as she turns the hand mixer on. I duck as cake batter flies everywhere, covering most of the unfortunate objects on the counter, and I swear a drop splatters onto my hair.

Or maybe that's one of the pancakes from that time I made it with Discord. Long story short, he made them come alive and dance, and then they got themselves stuck to the ceiling.

Within seconds the pristine white kitchen is a literally a warzone, just without all the fighting, dead bodies, weapons, blood and whatever else is present at one.

"I'm sorry!" Sara apologizes as she witnessed the destruction caused by the mixer.

"It's ok," I say, knowing that I could easily ask Discord to zap it all away. "The mixer's to blame, not you."

She guiltily says, "But I still turned it on..."

"Like I told you, it's fine. Even if the hand mixer creates a mess while in cooking videos, there's hardly any mess, it doesn't matter."

After a while, she says, "You're so lucky."

Taken aback by her statement, I ask, "Huh?"

"You live alone, so you won't have to hear anyone complain about the mess. And as you don't live with your parents, you can literally do whatever you want."

I hold back the bitterness in my voice as I say, "Everyone says that."

"But it's true," she says as she turns the mixer off and offers me one of the batter covered whisks attached to it.

As I lick it, I wonder if I can truly be called lucky.

After Sara leaves, I remember the vow I took of tidying up my house so I'd never have to be caught nude in the morning by Discord again.

I decide to start with my room, and groan as I realize just how messy it is. Well, there's no time like the present...

A week passes, and I'm just going down the stairs to spend the whole day on my PS5 when I hear a knock on the door.

I don't worry, because it's probably Sara, coming with some strange excuse just so that she could see me. So when I open the door, to come face to face with a policeman, no, two policemen, I'm as confused as hell.

And maybe, a little terrified.

I hope they aren't using the police to get me back now.

I force a smile onto my face and ask, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"Are you Lysander Walker, a student of Brooksville High School?"

I nod, feeling extremely confused as he grabs my wrists and handcuffs them before I can even blink. "You're under arrest for skipping school for a week," he informs me.

"But-" I begin, only to be interuppted.

"You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can or will be used against you in court!" exclaims the second policeman.

The one arresting me facepalms. "We're taking the boy to school, not to court!"

"Uh...I need to wear my uniform," I say quietly.

"Oh, right. But come within five minutes or we'll drag you out," he tells me, unlocking the handcuffs.

I run inside and put my creased but thankfully washed uniform on within a few seconds, unwilling to be dragged out. The stairs would really hurt...

"What's got you in such a rush?" Discord asks as I struggle to pull my bag down from the top of my wardrobe, where I had tidied it away in the hopes of skipping school forever.

His sudden appearance distracts me as it finally comes down, crushing my foot. "Oh FUCK!" I curse as I hop on one foot.

"Did that hurt?" he asks in mock concern.

"OF COURSE IT FUCKING HURT YOU BITCH! THAT'S MY BLOODY BAG FULL OF ALL MY FUCKING BOOKS THAT JUST FELL ONTO MY FOOT!" I yell in response, angered.

"Ok, ok, no need to shout. But I did tell you not to put it there," he preaches.

"Whatever," I scowl as I lift it up and see that no, my foot isn't crushed into millions of tiny little pieces. I limp out of the bedroom, dragging my bag with me, before I get an idea.

My bag is pretty heavy...It couldn't hurt to leave a few books behind, right?

After taking out all the books that looked huge, my bag weighed like nothing, and I happily slid down the railing and went out the door.

The policeman handcuffed me again and pushed me into the police car while his partner got into the driver's seat.

I'm ready to collapse once I've reached the tenth floor, and wish that I asked Discord to give me wings, or magic or at least fix my foot.

Sadly, he's not with me.

I hop to my classroom and chuck my bag into a random seat and fall into it.

The rest of my classmates are also there, talking unhappily.

"What should we do now?"

"They got the damn police to bring us to school..."

"Ugh, why's the Principal so tight? He's too strict..."

"Fucking hate him..."

Suddenly, I feel a sneeze coming and in panic, grab a tissue out of my pocket, but damn it, it's my phone. Phones aren't allowed at school and I don't want it to be confiscated either, so I stuff it back in my pocket and turn my head to the sides accidentally sneezing on Jake Miller, who gives me a dirty look.

"Sorry!" I tell him, but he just scoffs and looks away.

Everyone is still complaining, and I'm sort of getting a headache from it, so I decide to share my miracle solution.

I say, "I've got a solution," and everyone looks at me. "The books are so heavy, and that's bad for our bones, so if we just ditch them, we'll be saving ourselves as well as making the teachers so angry that they'll give up."

"That's actually a good idea," someone says.

And just like that, everyone's happy again and it's all thanks to me.

Author's Note

The mixer always makes a mess unless you stir the mixture beforehand, but that's it's job .

Since my Maths B book is so heavy, I leave it on purpose. Besides, the teacher just writes the questions on the board, so there's no need to take it.

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Chapter 4

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Four

Written By KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

Instead of replying, Discord snaps his claws and turns into a tall guy with blond hair that's in a bad guy style, blue eyes, and a smirk that I know all too well. Luke Sterling.

I gulp. Why the fuck is Luke Sterling of all people at my house, and why the fuck is he here at midnight?

I shake off my fear and say, "Discord, could you transform into a watch or something? I don't want Luke to find out about you. And how the fuck did you open the door?"

"With the handle."

"No, I meant, did you disguise yourself or something?"

"Why would I do that? I used my magic to open it, got a look at whoever was there and teleported up here."

"...Can you just transform yourself now? Or just hide in my closet, I don't mind."

"Will do."

Once he's in the closet, and the door's shut behind him, I make sure that my room door is shut and then get out of bed.

I throw on underwear, jeans, a T-shirt and hoodie.

Then I open the door and run down the stairs. But of course, I end up slipping and fall down the stairs in an undignified heap in front of my worst enemy who is currently laughing his shit out.

"Why the fuck are you here Luke?"

"I'm here to get my revenge. Your girlfriend didn't let me punch the shit out of your brains at school, so I'm here to do it."

"For the last time, Sara is not my girlfriend. And how the fuck did you get my address?"

"I've got the address of every fucking person in the school."

"...Must've been a lot of work."

"Not a lot of work when one has henchpeople to do what he wills." Luke's eyes darken. "That's off topic. Now, let's get to the real business." He pulls a penknife out of his pocket.

I gulp. "W-what are you p-planning?"

He smirks. "Ah, nothing much. All I'm going to do is just do something to you that'll teach you not to fuck with me. Don't worry, I won't get my shirt dirty with your blood."

"L-look Luke," I try to keep the fear out of my voice "we could just settle this like gentlemen."

"Gentlemen? No, Lysander. I want to have your blood, and I will have it!"

He lunges forward with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

But before he can do anything, there's a knock on the door.

Both of us freeze.

"Who is it?" I call out.

"Lysander?" says a dreadfully familiar voice. "It's me, Sara."

Luke presses the penknife against my throat, deep enough to draw a little blood, but not deep enough to kill me.

"I will be back, Lysander. And when I am, no one can stop me from getting my revenge! But for now, enjoy your girlfriend. Later, I will enjoy your blood."

With that he moves away and jumps out of the open window.

I put my finger to my throat and discover that it's bleeding.

Making sure to cover it, I open the door.

I make no effort to hide my displeasure and say, "Sara. What are you doing here at midnight?"

"I thought that I'd come visit you, because I couldn't think about anything but you."

I take in what she's wearing. "Why are you wearing...that in such cold weather?"

"Oh this? I just couldn't find anything else..."

"Well...come inside."

Once she's in, I shut the door. I try not to look at her, but I can't stop my gaze from drifting to her body.

She's wearing a very revealing dress which is hardly covering anything.

She can tell I'm looking at her and smiles.

"So...Lysander... I'd like to see your bedroom."

That snaps me out of gazing at her.

"M-my bedroom?"

"Yes, your bedroom."

She's got this all planned out! "Um..." I think of what to say. "My bedroom is a mess! I can't show you it now!"

"I don't mind a little mess..."

"It's not a little mess! It's um...the sort of mess boys make. You know, the one where there's stuff everything and all that shit?"

"I don't mind that mess either."

"What if I told you I had a bug problem in there?"

"Then I'd ask you if you've got any other bedrooms."

"If I told you I didn't?"

"Then I'd tell you that I really need something to sleep on."

"Then I'd tell you to go to the sofa."

"But the sofa is hard!"

"And what should I do about that?"

"Let me sleep with you."

"You hate bugs, you're afraid of them."

"Spiders."

"A spider is a bug, isn't it?"

"An insect."

"Whatever. Why did you come here if you're just going to fall asleep in my bed?"

"It's not my fault your house is warm."

"My house is as cold as fuck!"

"Whatever. Come on, Lys, let me sleep with you!"

"I've got spiders all around the inside of my room, remember?"

"I don't care anymore. You can protect me from them."

"I can't!"

"You can! You're big and strong!"

"Compared to Luke, I'm nothing."

"But I don't want Luke. He's a bully."

"Then go back home."

"I can't. As you said before, it's freezing!"

"So how did you come here?"

"I don't know, it was a reflex!"

"Reflex to what?"

"To thinking of you."

"And can't thinking of spiders give you a reflex to go back home?"

"It can't."

"Take a bus or a cab then."

"In this attire? Why, any man out there could take advantage of me!"

"What about when you came here? Nothing happened to you."

"But-"

"Fine then, I'll let you sleep in my room. Just give me a few seconds and I'll get everything ready, ok?"

Sara smiles.

I go up the stairs, open my room door, go into it, and then shut it.

I quickly throw everything off my bed and in five seconds, makes sure that my room looks presentable.

...Or not.

Whatever, it's fucking midnight. I can't be expected to make things look perfect.

Then I tell Sara to come up. Once she's in my bed I take a pillow (I've got ten or something) and start to go down the stairs.

"Lys? Where are you going?"

"Downstairs. I need to sleep."

Sara sits up. "But you can sleep here, no problem."

"I can't. It'll be wrong. And by the way, you can find some warm clothes from that pile." I point to the massive pile of clothes.

"I think your clothes will be a bit...big for me. And Lysander, please?"

"If you think so." I turn to leave but Sara screams. "What's wrong?"

"I'm... Scared to sleep alone."

"So how do you sleep in your house?"

"I normally have" she blushes "toys to sleep with."

"I can find you a toy."

"But it won't be the same."

"And me sleeping with you will?"

"Yes!"

"Still no."

"Please Lysander."

"No."

"I'll help you with your maths homework and other subjects you might find hard?"

"...Fine. But don't tell anyone."

"My lips are sealed."

Author's Note

Now, I couldn't let Luke do anything to Lysander. Yet.

I could've broken Sara's heart... But I didn't want that to happen.

Let's hope Lysander is safe.

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Chapter 10

Let The Chaos Come

Chapter Ten

Written By KingSombraTheTyrantRuler

Lysander's P.O.V:

“That's a nice name,” I say after a few seconds.

“Thanks,” he replies, and just like that, the silence has returned.

“So… What school did you go to before? Why did you change it?” I ask, because I don't really like it when a conversation runs out of juice.

“I used to go to California High. My parents weren't satisfied with the new curriculum, and they heard a lot about this school. Especially how it's the most prestigious school around, and how about ninety five percent of the students get good careers and so on.”

“Oh,” I remarked, not knowing what to say, and turned around, only to slam into a hard chest. “Ouch…Who the fuck-”

My sentence remains unfinished as my gaze travels upwards to see none other than Luke Sterling there, looking ready to murder someone.

I gulp as he steps forward. He grabs my wrist, and with a forced smile, tells Karl, “I'm afraid I must borrow Lysander for a while.”

Karl nods and Luke pulls me down the stairs to the library, which is pretty much abandoned these days. After making sure that not a single soul is in there, he slams the door shut and looks at me angrily.

“You will talk to no one other than me, understand, Lysander?” he hisses demandingly.

“What the fuck?” escapes my mouth as I pinch my arm to check whether this is a dream or not. “Why?!”

He sighs. “I just can't bear it, watching you talk to other people. You're my best friend… I can't let anyone steal you away.”

I blink. I must be imagining this. First, Luke somehow is my best friend, and now he's supposedly my possessive best friend? Yeah, I'm not buying this.

“What the hell do you want, Luke? What will you gain by pretending all of this?”

He looks confused. “Did you hit your head or something? I'm not pretending. We've been best friends since fourth grade, when you transferred to this school.”

“No, we stopped being friends in August that year. We were good friends, and then one day, you acted like you never saw me before. You acted like you knew no one.”

“But-”

“I'm leaving,” I say, and run to the class without waiting for a response.

“Let's get down to business,” begins Mr Schmidt, and is about to say more, but before he can…

It's safe to say everyone has different ideas.

“To defeat, the huns,” we all say in unison, grinning. “Did they send me daughters, when I asked, for sons?”

This causes the teacher to groan and faceplate as he says, “Ihr seid alle auf der High School. Auch Ihre Prüfungen stehen vor der Tür. Be serious.”

Seeing that no one is repenting for their sins, he adds, “I was supposed to keep this a secret, but in order to be able to choose what subjects you'll take after the mid term, you'll need perfect scores in every language. And while I was planning to spring this on you all at the last minute, I guess my little surprise will have to be ruined as none of you are serious.”

He pauses for a few seconds, surveying us all. If this was just to have us hanging on his every word, it's working alright.

"I intend to make you all act out a German musical, and it shall be like a school play, but you all will be receiving forty marks each, in both German and Art class as a reward for dein effort. Und before anyone asks, nein, this ist nicht optional. You will either participate, or have forty marks cut from your overall scores."

He succeeds this time, because everyone straightens up and immediately pulls out their Beginner's Guide To German books, and a few even get ready to take notes, holding their pens and notebooks.

Mr Schmidt smiles.

Right now we're having Italian class. Mr Esperanto got bored, so he decided to have some fun with us, which came in the form of asking us what we'd buy if we had only ten pounds, and now it's Steve’s turn.

“A phone for nine hundred and seventy five pence, and twenty five one pence chewing gums,” he says as if he'd memorised it.

Everyone laughs.

“Is it possible to buy a phone for that price?” asks the teacher in disbelief.

Steve blushes. “No Sir, but you said we could say anything.”

“Well, what would you do if you had another ten pounds? I don't think you'd be able to survive if you bought a phone and chewing gum with the only money you had.”

Steve thinks for a while, and then says, “Save money and live like a poor man.”

“Steve, you're too fucking funny,” I say and burst into laughter.

By the time all the lessons are over, I'm exhausted. Why? Why are we all punished like this?

The teacher leaves, and I'm about to run the hell out of this building, but someone shuts the door before I can and says, “We can't live like this! It's fucking ridiculous! How the fuck are we supposed to study about twenty subjects, give or take, and still have time for anything else?!”

“You're right!” shouts someone.

“Let's do a strike,” I suggest.

“Yeah! Starting today, we won't come to school for a month!”

Everyone cheers and we go our separate ways.

As soon as I'm home, I collapse on the couch while Discord transforms and approaches me with a rare look of concern. That's not to say that he usually doesn't give a shit about me, it's just that I've never actually seen him with a concerned expression.

"So...are you okay? You look like you've run a marathon and went to travel through the realm of chaos straight after."

I sigh and begin to unbutton my shirt, unwilling to stay in the uniform longer than I have to.

"I'm totally exhausted, and it's just the first day of extra classes. My back aches so badly...At least we've all agreed on a month-long strike," I respond, yawning. "Hey, Discord," I say as I drift off. "I'm just gonna sleep for a while...Don't burn my house down."

He chuckles. "I'm the Lord of Chaos; rather than asking me not to burn the house down, you should make sure I don't lose your house in a random dimension!"

When I wake up, it's to see Discord next to me, playing video games. He's moving so rapidly that he almost elbows me in the face as I get up, and winces. "Sorry Lysander, I didn't hear you wake up."

I tell him, "It's okay," and head upstairs to have a shower.

When I step out and dress myself, I hear a knock at the door, so as annoying as it is, I decide to go check because God knows Discord can't check.

I look through the peephole and see Sara. I mouth, "Discord, hide somewhere," and he nods muttering something about how an invisibility charm should work. Or better yet, his budgie form.

Meanwhile, I open the door and awkwardly wave at her. "So... why'd you come?"

"Oh Lysander," she exclaims almost immediately, "you won't believe it! I was locked out of my own house, like, my parents went on a business trip and I lost the key! As I'm the only one there right now, there's pretty much nothing that I can do to open the door, and I tried climbing through the windows but they were locked too! You lived the closest to me out of my other friends, so I came here to ask if you could let me stay for the night."

I look at her. Knowing her feelings for me, can I really trust that what she described above actually happened? No, I can't. So I gaze into her pleading eyes, and tell her, "Sorry, but I can't."

“Are you really going to leave me out here?” she asks and I groan. Suddenly, she leans against the door, saying, “My ankle is sprained…”

When will she stop pretending…?

Not any time soon, apparently.

“Fine,” I say, lifting her up. “Let me help you.”

Upon carrying her in, she whispers lustfully, “You're so handsome,” and I set her on the sofa before getting some bandages. I take her shoe off, and begin wrapping her ankle…only for her to scream and wriggle around.

“Stay still!” I command.

“It's my first time!” she yells back.

“Your first time?” I ask, trying to put some plasters on while wondering if she was trying to make some sexual innuendos.

“Take it easy!“ she yells.

Running out of patience faster than I get it, I pin her down, saying,“There's always a first time for everyone!“

“It hurts so much! Can you be gentler?” she whines, and as soon as I've put the plaster on, she starts kicking, screaming, “Take it off!”

“Don't move,” I command while lamenting over the fact that were anyone else to hear this with no context, they'd think I was fucking Sara. Oh fuck, Discord's still in the house. Knowing him, he'll relentlessly tease me over this. Not to mention he probably disguised himself as a budgie and is in this very room, laughing his little budgie lungs out.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by Sara screaming, “Be gentler! Take it off!” I try to push the plaster down for the last time, but she kicks her legs and wails, “It hurts! Do it gently! “

“Stay still!”

“It really hurts! Do it gently!”

“Stay still! Don't move.”

“It really hurts… “

“Don't move.. “

“It's painful to apply medicine for the first time, can't you take it easy?”

I ignore her question as I cut the gauze and stand up. “You said no one was home. That's why I'll let you stay the night.” Seeing her hopeful look, I add, "In the guest room."

“Are you asking me to sleep in the guest room by myself?” she asks in horror.

“Aren't you feeling weak?”

“I am," she says, leaning her head on my shoulder. “I'm really ill, you should believe me.”

“Go to bed if you're sick,” I say and get up, to carry her,but she clings onto me.

“No, I can't. Listen, I get cold when I'm sick at night. I'll feel very cold. Really, really cold… you have to keep me company.” I try to move but she holds me tighter and says, “I'm so cold, you have to keep me company.”

An idea forms in my mind, and I say, “Okay,” and take her up. Once we're there I put her on the bed. She looked at me, surprised I agreed so easily. She stays on the bed, and I lean down towards her. She blushes and leans back, expecting me to kiss her, and puckers her lips, but at the last moment, I pull out a remote for the heater and put the heat up. “You won't feel cold anymore, right?” I ask, showing her the temperature.

“Yes”, she says, but then, “no. Why are you like this? You used to be worried sick whenever I felt cold. You would hug me to sleep like this,” she says, putting her arms around my body. “You would put your arms around me.“

“Hug you to sleep?” I ask, wondering when I ever did that. “Okay,” I say as I think of a plan. She looks at me hopefully as I say, “Wait here.”

A few minutes later, I returned with blankets in my hands, which I began to drape over her. “You won't feel cold this way, right?” I ask, hoping she'd stop. She attempts to remove her woolly hat, but I stop her, saying, “Don't take your hat off, aren't you feeling cold? Don't take it off.” I brush a finger against her cheek and say, “You're breaking out in cold sweat. Look, I'll get you another one.”

“No!” she exclaims. “There's no need to! wait. Well, have you forgotten that I have a habit of kicking the baskets off when I sleep? Then I'll catch a cold, right? So I still need your company. “

“Got it,” I say,and walk off, only to return with a belt in my hands. I smirk as I see the change in her expression, the sudden fear of what I would do.

“What are you doing?” She asks, and I smirk, placing one hand on the headboard while the other is on the blankets, still clutching the belt.

A few seconds later, I'm proudly standing over a completely tied up Sara, who's unable to even move an inch.

"I'd say this solves your blanket problem, hm?"

She whines as I step out of the door. "But-"

"No buts," I say, resisting the urge to laugh. "See you in the morning."

Author's Note

Lately I've been getting a burning desire to update this story and insert a bunch of school related comedy in there, and at least get onto the main plot before the year ends. Yeah, that's far away, but I'll consider it my goal.

I managed not to get sidetracked by using a device where the Web browser isn't really that good, so I'd have no excuse not to continue writing the chapter.

The last scene is inspired by episode 5 of My Girlfriend Is An Alien Season 2. Watch from 34:40-39:35 to see it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1Wor2N5nY4

And that part where Steve says he'd save money and live like a poor man? That whole scene actually happened in my classroom!

As for the new curriculum excuse? Nearly every new student in my class has been saying that they changed schools because of it.

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