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“...Angel.”

“WHAT?!” Angel rounded in her chair, glaring over her shoulder at Spot. The changeling, unimpressed by her glare, pointed to her laptop. “It’s noon. Time for a break.”

Angel blinked. “What? No it isn’t. I’ve only been coding for…” She turned back to look at the time display in the corner of the laptop. “...four hours. Huh.”

“What are you even working on?” Spot hopped into the air and buzzed over to look over her shoulder. “Mindlink?”

Angel nodded. “I figure this will come in handy if you need to talk to me while we’re out and about. You know, telepathy.”

Spot looked from Angel to the laptop and back again. “Angel, I’m a changeling.”

Angel blinked in response. “Yeah?”

“...changelings use hive minds in this Equus.”

“...okay?”

“We’re psionic.”

“Where are you going with-”

“I don’t need a link from your end to speak directly into your head.”

Angel yelped and jumped in her chair, flailing a bit as it toppled backwards and sent her crashing to the floor. She glared up at Spot from her new position on her back. “And you haven’t bothered to use this when we’ve been out in public because…”

Spot smirked. “I was waiting for the moment when your reaction would be funniest.”

“Bite me.”

“Kinky.”

Angel sighed and rolled to her feet, righting her chair and glaring at her laptop. “Well, that’s a morning wasted, then.” She deleted the half-finished program before closing the laptop with a sigh. “So? Eating out, or cooking?”

“Definitely cooking,” Spot answered. “We don’t want to be gone when our guest arrives.”

“Our guest?”

Any further questions were cut off by a knock on the door. Spot trotted over and - much to Angel’s shock - opened the door. “Princess,” he greeted. Angel’s jaw dropped when Luna walked into the room.

“Hello, Spot. Angel. It was good of you to invite me to your…” Luna blinked at Angel’s gobsmacked expression before turning to Spot, raising an amused eyebrow. “You didn’t tell her?”

“I thought I would leave it as a surprise.” Spot trotted up to Luna’s side, eyeing Angel with a serious expression. “Angel? Luna and I are engaged to be married.”

Angel’s brain short-circuited. “...wat.”

Luna’s eyes darted briefly to Spot before she nodded. “It’s true. We met at the Gala and have been meeting clandestinely by night ever since. Your friend is quite the romantic, Angel. And amazing in the sac, too.”

“...wat.”

“Yeah, changelings are talented like that,” Spot bragged. “Good at impregnating, too.” He looked up at Luna. “By the way, we should have the wedding within the month if we want to have it done before you lay the clutch.”

“FUCKING WAT!!!”

Spot and Luna held their serious expressions for another second before giving Angel identical smirks. “Gotch-”

“I’LL SHOW YOU GATCHA!!! HAND SONIC!!!”

Luna laughed merrily as Angel began to chase Spot around the small room. “Forgive us, Angel. Believe me, that was entirely Spot’s design. I merely played along.”

“I KNOW IT WAS SPOT’S IDEA! THAT’S WHY I’M TRYING TO CHOP HIM IN HALF!”

Spot snickered as he effortlessly dodged Angel’s blows. “If this is your best effort at slaying me, then I think we need to step up your training a degree or three.”

“AGH! YOU’RE THE WORST!” Angel finally gave up on catching Spot, dismissing her blade with a grumble as she turned back to Luna. “Seriously though, why are you here? And since when do you and Spot know each other?”

Luna chuckled. “I was not joking about our meeting at the Grand Galloping Gala, nor about our remaining in touch ever since. I have been in his dreams from time to time since then.”

“More often than just from time to time,” Spot said with a wink. Angel rolled her eyes while Luna chuckled.

“Flatterer. In any case, he invited me here today so that we could speak regarding your long-term plans here in Equestria.” She gestured around the small apartment room. “This is hardly an appropriate permanent living environment.”

Angel had to admit that Luna had a point. She sighed before turning towards the kitchenette. “Fine, fine. So what’s the plan, Spot?”

Bvoom!

A blue circular portal swirled into existence right across from where Angel was standing. It glowed bright and hummed with power. The portal almost looked like it was pulsating while it hummed; ‘bvvmmmm…’ is what it hummed.

Immediately, Angel’s Hand Sonic was back, the blade pointed at the portal. Her horn and wings grew a mere half-second later. Luna too had her horn pointed at the portal, and Spot suddenly held a spear of black chitin in his hoof.

The portal swirled a little bit, but then it paused and swirled the other way. It performed this action twice before it stopped. The portal became smooth, like a calm lake; calm waters. But just like all water, it rippled and with a ‘hup’, a figure jumped out of the portal. What stood at five-foot-seven-and-a-quarter was what appeared to be a human boy, having pinkish-white skin and black hair. They had a patchy cyan potato sack for a hat. A zipped up cyan vest, baggy shorts, and orange sneakers as well as an orange backpack. On their face are circular orange glasses with cyan tinted rims.

“Hel–” Before the person could finish, they had taken two steps before they fell flat on their face. Hitting the ground with an audible thud. “Ow!”

Spot was on them in an instant, the tip of his spear pressed against the person’s neck. “Don’t move,” he buzzed threateningly.

Angel blinked. “Um, Spot? Maybe you shouldn’t point your spear at the new displaced?”

“Displaced are summoned,” Spot hissed. “Sora said that they don’t just appear without being called.”

“Even so,” Luna said, lifting her horn somewhat, “let us hear them out before things escalate any further.”

“Yeah, what the sigma?” The person with the glasses said, his voice nasally, “And you’re darn right, I am not a beta Displaced, I am an alpha gamer male!” The person stood up to his feet, even though the spear was at his neck. He dusted himself off and raised a hand to touch his nose – which was red from the fall. “Ugh, yeah, what’s up, gamers? I’m William, an Eliatrope Representative of the United Equestrian-Eliatropian Kingdom.”

Spot continued to glare at William for a moment but reluctantly lowered his spear.

“Um, well, welcome, I guess,” Angel muttered awkwardly, lowering her blade. “I’m Angel. These are Spot and Princess Luna.”

Luna stepped forward, offering her hoof to shake. “A pleasure to meet another being from beyond our world, Sir William. As one of the reigning princesses of Equestria and as a goddess of Equus, I welcome you to our fair nation and our beautiful world.”

William took her hoof and shook it, “Always great to meet a fellow sigma,” he let go and turned around, “And did I hear ‘Sora’? ‘Cause,” he pushed up his glasses and snorted. “I know him. He and I go way back. I actually got him to the event. Me, the skibidi Ohio rizzler.” He put a hand over his chest.

Angel blinked again, relaxing entirely. “Oh! Well, any friend of Sora’s is a friend of-”

Spot’s spear impaled Angel through the eye, skewering her brain and emerging out the back of her head. She was dead before she hit the floor. Spot sighed and shook his head. “Letting her guard down that easily. I swear, the girl has no sense of guile.” He looked up at William. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine soon enough.”

“OH MY GYATT!” Spot’s words did nothing to calm William, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! You are so not skibidi!” He pointed a finger at the Changeling, “You need to be Fanum Taxed!”

Spot filed the slang away for future research and waved him off. “Calm down. I just killed her. Not like I did anything serious.”

“Oh, my god, my King is gonna My on my Little til’ I Pony because of this!” William clutched his head, “And I didn’t even get to the invitation!”

“I can accept or decline any invitations on her behalf,” Spot offered as Luna walked over to Angel and began examining her curiously. She ripped the spear out of her face and started wiping it clean with her magic. “I’ll let her know the details once she’s back up.”

William ran his hand through his hair… Or tried to, his hat got in his way. “Well, she’s being invited to the ultra sigma Displaced Tournament. Where eight sigmas fight to become Baby Gronk. Whoever reigns supreme becomes the Goon Lord and gets to rizz Livy Dunne and get any wish they want. Also, they get a lot of v-bucks… And every hour in Kai Cenat Land is one minute here. So, you’ll prolly be here for ten flicker gooning sessions.”

Spot tilted his head to the side before buzzing over to Angel’s desk and opening her laptop. A few quick searches later, he nodded. “Sounds interesting.” He turned back to William with a smirk. “She’s in.”

“I’m in what now?” Angel asked as she sat up, her face pristine and unmarred by violence.

William’s eyes widened, “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAATT!” His eyes nearly bugged out of his skull and he put his hands on his head. “IShowSpeed is a generational athlete! How are you ressed? Did someone get the reboot card?!”

“Something like that.” Angel joined Luna in looking over Spot’s spear. “I don’t die for long. So what did Spot volunteer me for?”

“How in Equestria did you get your hooves on the Asheic Spear?” Luna muttered distractedly.

William cleared his throat, “The ultra sigma Displaced Tournament! Trust me, there will be no party like a Diddy party there. We’ll have everything you want, from v-bucks, to oiled up naked twerk offs, we even have an all you can goon buffet!”

Spot’s eyes lit up at “oiled up naked twerk offs.” “Oh, please tell me that she’s allowed to bring someone along to watch.”

“Sigmas of a feather goon together!” William confirmed, giving a thumbs up.

“I would not mind accompanying her as well,” Luna said, passing the spear over to Spot with a promise that they would talk later. “It would be fascinating to see other beings from beyond our own world.”

Angel let out a weary sigh. “I guess I’m doing this, then.”

“Oh my gy–” A portal opened up next to him and a hand went out to snatch his glasses off his face, “Erm, what the sigm–” the glasses were promptly thrown back and hit him in the eye. “YEEEOOOOWWCHHH! My eye! I need that to lightskin stare!” He held his eye for a while and groaned, “Ugh… F–Fine, just… Come inside before Big Dick Randy comes and takes your booty.” He closed the portal behind him and opened another portal, his palms glowing blue.

Angel sighed, looking down at Spot. “Last chance. Are we really doing this?”

Spot smirked up at her. “One hundred percent we’re gooning. Now get your gyatt into the battle bus before I blast you with my skibidi beam. Princess Ice Spice and this sigma-Ohio-rizzler-Baby-Gronk enthusiast,” he pointed to himself, “will be covering your gyatt.”

Angel glared at William. “I hope you realize what you’ve just inflicted upon this world.” With that, she stepped into the portal, Spot and a giggling Luna following after.

William looked at the portal and started to hit the griddy, “I’m in the Thick Of It–” he sang before he fell into the portal.

Author's Note

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“Spot, I swear, if you start talking like that, I’m going to think about sad kittens in a box in the rain until you throw up.” William is an… interesting fellow. Spot is intrigued. Luna is curious. And Angel is resigned to a whole new world of death. Oh well, at least she’ll get to meet more Displaced.