I quietly moved up the stairs. For this, I had allowed GentleSpy to use my body, so I just had to sit and watch. No longer was I blue, instead a deep hazelly-brown colour. I had my cloak active, strangely an almost endless attribute, and my Ambassador drawn as I moved through the palace. After a good 12 flights of stairs, I finally made it to the Throne Room; This was the closest room to which the balcony where G-Stallion appeared. GentleSpy frowned as he looked about the building. "It seems I am not the only one here." he murmured. He was actually right; hoofsteps were heard around the corner, causing GentleSpy to crouch whilst invisible.
"...bleedin' wanker sneakin' in 'ere..." a voice grumbled as the hoofsteps got louder. Around the corner came a huge tank of a stallion. He was wearing a small helmet whilst he hefted two massive rifles as he trotted on his back hooves only. It gave him the appearance of a Goliath from Borderlands, but he seemed relatively smart. I had no say in what GentleSpy did, which involved uncloaking and stabbing him, so therefore I did not murder him. GentleSpy dragged the corpse away into a cupboard and carried on to the balcony. After sneaking past, and sometimes killing, patrols of guards, we found him.
G-Stallion remained standing there, facing away from us as he oversaw the city activities. He seemed unaware of my presence.
Mr Mustang, I know you are there.
Within a split second, he turned with a gun, firing and hitting the cloaked GentleSpy. I then died...
...but then Dead Ringer, because GentleSpy. G-Stallion panicked, firing another shot. It hit me again, killing me, but GentleSpy held off with the Dead-Ringering until he was behind G-Stallion. Ambassador levelled with his head, GentleSpy decloaked, tapped G-Stallion on the shoulder with a hoof, and smirked at the reaction as the revolver pointed into his forehead. "With my apologies."

On the way back down, after stealing all the contents of his briefcase which consisted of cigarettes, ammuntion, a mysterious button, and other illegal things, I had my body back. I kept the Fedora on, but still had my glasses, coat, and casual shoes. Before I reached the throne room, I noticed something about one of the side-rooms. Inside, where normally there wasn't, a large tunnel now dug down through the floor, stairs leading down it. I looked down in confusion. "Oohh." I whispered. I had a playlist on the radio, so why not? I leapt down the dark hole, smacking a stair on the way down, before finally using my Dead Ringer and hitting the floor. Just then, I noticed Twilight looking at a door. There was nothing through it, but she looked distressed. I closed it, then un-dead-ringer-dingered.
"Hey." I said, slapping her twice lightly. She snapped out of the weird mood she was in.
"W-What?" she groaned. "B-But I was in Canterlot! Celestia said we'd failed!" I was genuinely confused, forgetting the episode that happened.
"Erm...?"
"How is this possible...?" Twilight murmured. She then realised something. "~~If I put my plot in your face, you'll kiss it, right?*~~ This must be a door to your worst fears..." Grabbing the handle with magic, she used more magic to turn my head to look at the blank wall behind the frame. "Look into it. I promise nothing will happen." Seconds later, the wall crumbled away, and I walked through it.

I found myself in a dark city, with buildings all around and a fence behind me. It was night-time, and crickets chirped in the silence. I tentatively stepped forward into the streets, with the occasional lamp lighting up my way. Nobody was in sight, and I didn't have any weapons or clothing or hats. It was concerning. Suddenly, there came a loud and utterly shit-terrifying roar in the distance, and a figure I had not seen began sprinting towards me. It had 3 heads, a ball-peen hammer, and horrifying speed.
Slowerno?! NONONONONONONONONO
Before it impacted me, the vision stopped.

I found myself back in the tunnel with Twilight, panting for breath against a wall with Twilight holding my shoulders. I was sweating, and still terrified of that bloody Scandinavian creature from hell. "Shh, shshshhh, it's OK, Thunder, it's OK..." Twilight was calming me down, and patting my shoulder in a bid to stop my heart attack. Eventually, I calmed.
"F-F-F-F-F-Fucking h-hell..." I whispered, swallowing hard. "The h-hell just ha-happened..." Twilight helped me to my hooves and issued a hug.
"I-It was my fault." she sighed. "Anybody who looks into the door sees what they fear, in a horrifying vision that seems real. I should have asked you if you wanted to test it, but I did it without asking. "I'm so, so sorry, Thunder..."
"I-It's fine..." I replied shakily. "L-Let's find that heart."

Author's Note

* > Implying I wouldn't enjoy burying my face inbetween those sweet lavender buns.