EVERFREE: The Bitter Boogie of a Mare From Skaia

Dandy: Be the best salesmare in the history of Paradox Space.

So far? So good. Except you’re not in Paradox Space.
Also good. Nopony has noticed your strange demeanor, or your reddened eyes, or your funky smell, or how you talk to your self a lot. One even asked if you knew Tree Hugger, whoever that was. It wasn't the weirdest thing they saw in Ponyville, now that you had your Godtier garb off.
C-Side still wasn't a fan of being nude, which is why she hadn’t done so earlier. Sure, clothes are optional at best here, but old habits die hard for ex-humans.

You, however, are a dragon on all levels except physical. You’ve never perceived yourself as anything different, since the day you went vocal and started talking to your headmate. And you’re fronting now, so as long as you’re in charge, you’ll do as the Romans do. And once you get Disco II functioning again, you'll-

A ghastly gasp breaks your concentration. Oh, it's Pinkie Pie - you think. C-Side is the one who knows things about this universe. You’re just happy to breathe real air and eat real food. She seems stunned to see you.
“Hey there, how can I help you today?” You smile and wave. She darts back out of the store.

“C-Side?”
“mm.”
“Why did Pinkie just do that..?”
“Chances are she’s realized that we are no longer in the ER and are fit to have a party thrown for us.”
“...You think she knows what booze is?”
“Season One - Episode 24 - Pinkie Pie remarked that the ‘punch has been spiked’. So... yeaa? Probably. If she’s willing to make cheesy puns about it.”
“There may be hope for the Jimmy Buffett in me yet.”

Hours pass. Nobody arrives in the store for a while. Not even in between bathroom breaks, which is always what happened at The House Warehouse. You decide to take advantage of this quiet by pulling out your most precious Skaian artifact - Disco II.

A pendant in the shape of a Disco Ball undergoing mitosis, mutated by little limbs of glass. Rarity - you think? The white mare with the penchant for fashion, who you can honestly see yourself getting along with - would absolutely think it horrid. But ever since your arrival in Equestria, the thing won’t shine bright at all. Despite the numerous mirrors on both spheres and all of their limbs, nothing has made it reflect the light necessary for you to manifest a new body.

Now, obviously, you don’t hate sharing the same space as C-Side, but out in the Void, you had gotten used to working as a literal team. You ponder its quality and wonder if it needs to be imbued with the magical constant of this universe before it’ll work again.

Now, neither of you really know magic. You moved the moon because you’ve seen it done before, and understood the gist of it, but you are not as studied as any unicorn worth her salt. As a Seer of Blood, you bear witness to the past events and comprehend the inner details and impact, which means that when C-Side saw the Season 4 finale, she used that as her reference point for moving the moon.

You return to reality upon hearing the door to the shop ring. You look up to see a trio of - oh fuck oh hell they’re so small. Who let kids be this small?? Wow, they are just adorable!! Three kids - fillies? - come in to the story carrying a few meager bags of bits between them. They see you and gawk for a bit, before approaching you.

“Hey! Are you C-Side Disco?” The orange one asks you. She has a rather stylish purple mane.
“The other side of disco, yes. Dandy Curacao. What brings y’all down here tonight?” You rest your head on your hoof - ow - and try to seem nonthreatening.

The white one with the lavender mane is confused. “What do you mean? You look like C-Side Disco.”
“You ever hear of multiple personalities before? We’re essentially two people in one mind.”
“So you think you’re two different ponies?”
“It’s more than just ‘think’. We just are two different ponies.”
“Woooow. Applejack was right. You are a lil’ crazy. I can respect it.” The apple-colored one says. You give a really hearty laugh at that. Kids say the darndest things.
“Well, I guess you’re not wrong! But aren’t we all fruitcakes in the kitchen?”

Your musical reference definitely doesn’t land. Kids, not knowing music from two generations ago, another universe away.
You shrug. “You kids here to buy something?”

After some deliberation, they spend their hard-earned allowance on a menagerie of candies, and you note that the white one keeps eyeing you. When they finally come up to pay, she asks you a question in a hushed voice.
“Are you evil?”
“You want the simple answer, or the weird one?”
She sits on that question. “Weird one.”
“We’re only as evil as anybody can be. And right now, we have no reason to act selfishly. Just stupidly.”
She got a giggle out of that one. “Yeah, I’ve done dumb stuff myself. Well, okay! I just heard some stuff from Rarity about seeing a scary statue flying in the sky towards Appleloosa, and she thought it was from you. See you around, Miss Dandy!”

Well shit.