Title:           What Makes Right - 01
Author:          WMR_Anon
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First Edit:      Thursday 11th of September 2014 10:06:18 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 4th of January 2015 04:00:34 AM CDT

>Well, this definitely was not good.
>No, even more than that, it was absolutely terrible.
>You really screwed the pooch with this one.
 
>Manehattan was a lovely place to visit, you personally went there with your six friends about a month ago.
>The beautiful views, the immense city, it really was a shining metropolis of pony industry.
>You always told them you would like to go there again one day.
 
>That day had certainly come, but in a much different way than you would have liked.
>Where once stood steel and brick, now was nothing but solid gelatin-based sweet candy goodness, in nearly every flavor and color imaginable.
>And every last bit of it was all. your. fault.
 
>You were one of- well, you were the ONLY agent of Nightmare Moon, ever.
>This was one world record you weren’t too sure you wanted to earn.
>It’s not like you were really given much choice considering the circumstances that brought you to her, but try convincing those six old friends of yours that.
 
>Speaking of your once close friends, the Elements of Harmony, they were all with you right now.
>You were standing in of one of the many streets of this once great city.
>While there was undoubtedly some sign that could easily tell you where you were, it just so happened to have been turned into gummy candy and rendered unreadable.
>Perhaps if the lettering had been transformed with a different color you could divine your current location, but that was all really pointless information right now.
 
>“A-Anonymous! H... How could you DO something like this!?”
 
>Well that was certainly a simple question, that blasted relic made it possible.
>When you had initially defected over to Nightmare Moon’s side, you had stolen an old artifact of Discord with her help.
>She claimed that it dated back thousands of years, and had sat untouched in its secure containment for almost as long.
>It was, in an unfortunate pun that wasn’t good even a few millennia ago, called the Disc-ORB by Discord.
 
>The Discorb was a perfectly smooth, crystal clear sphere roughly the size of a small cantaloupe.
>You could hold it in your hand easily, but couldn’t get a complete grip around it.
>There was a sort of ‘light’ caught inside the ball that represented its power.
>It shifted colors rapidly and randomly, a flickering prismatic flame that burned indefinitely.
 
>When you had first taken it, there was only a tiny spark of this chromatic light inside of it.
>Over the course of time, you had grown it from a minuscule sparkle into a blazing torch.
 
>Being, of course, something forged by the spirit of disharmony himself, meant that it was highly unstable.
>In the long time it felt like you spent with it, you had learned some modicum of control over its wild power.
>And with mastery comes confidence, but you were a far cry from a master, no matter how much you might have thought it.
 
>You had put a little too much pedal to the metal when it came to your current situation.
>Having lost control over the chaotic artifact, ALL of Manehattan was now nothing more than an extremely tasty looking replica of what once stood here.
>There was a wee bit too much self-confidence in what you could feasibly handle.
 
>A sudden clap of thunder made all of you jump.
>Turning skyward, you could see a large clump of dark storm clouds bunch up over part of the city.
>No way the local weather team had scheduled that one, looks like the ‘rampant degeneration’ was really starting to take hold.
 
>Well, at least it was far away from you, the sun still shined brightly in your area.
 
>“You have to stop this, Anonymous! You have to break away from Nightmare Moon!”
 
>Twilight Sparkle was still the only one of the six who had spoken.
>The others had said nothing so far, instead standing ready to fight you.
>Well, except for Fluttershy, who was hiding behind Applejack.
>Oh and Pinkie Pie too, at least to an extent, she was getting distracted by all the delicious candy and kept looking around.
 
>You scowled at having to face them, especially after what had transpired here.
>For the most part you were able to avoid meeting them on your missions, but misfortune had once more brought you together.
>The die had been cast long ago and there was no changing it, but they never seemed to have gotten that memo.
 
>Fighting was the last thing on your mind, all you wanted was to beat a hasty retreat to think things over.
>But from the way things were shaping up, you might not get that chance.
>The root of all these problems was sitting in your hand, in the form of the Staff of Discorb.
>While the artifact was only the crystal ball, slapping it onto a thin stick gave it a longer title.
>Though it was a very fancy stick, formed of five feet of solid steel and plated with gold.
>There were three claw-like protrusions at the top that held the Discorb in place.  
 
>It was sturdy, made a great walking aid, and in a pinch was a decent weapon on its own.
>Honestly, you could say you liked the non-magical staff portion more than the unreliable well of power that was the Discorb.
 
>You noted with distaste that while it was nice to bask in the sun from time to time, candy tended to melt in its heat.
>Those nice dress shoes you were wearing were slowly sinking into the green gummy sidewalk.
>Now that would be a hassle to clean later.
 
>“Are you even listening to me, Anonymous!? This has to end!”
 
>“I dunno Twilight, I kinda like what he’s done with the place”
 
>Pinkie decided to chip in as she finally caved and started eating the chewy wall of a nearby building.
 
>“Pinkie! Somepony owns that yah know! Stop eatin’ it!”
 
>“But Applejaaaack! It’s suuuuper sour! You gotta try some of this!”
 
>Taking another look at the marginally devoured building, you could see it was covered in little granules of face scrunching delightfulness.
 
>The tension hanging over this unfortunate reunion shattered like a sugar window falling to the ground after its frame was eaten.
>Idly you noticed Pinkie quickly gobbling up the shards of saccharine succulence to hide the evidence.
 
>“Pinkie, darling, that’s still private property. It’s not yours to eat.”
 
>“Oh yeah? Well what about eating PUBLIC property? It’s supposed to be available for everypony isn’t it?”
 
>“I’m not too sure how Equestrian law covers this...”
 
>“Oh man, Pinkie! You were totally right about this house!”
 
>“Dash not you too!”
 
>While you weren’t exactly complaining as they all got caught up in a silly argument, it seemed really out of the blue.
>Even Twilight had joined in, apparently having completely forgotten her impassioned words.
>You were left scratching your head in befuddlement before you noticed a small string of prismatic light connecting the five ponies together.
>Like a spider’s web, the tiny bit of chaotic filament was only visible when you looked at it a certain way.
 
>Tracing it back to the orb nestled on top of your staff, you gave an irritated sigh.  
>At least it could still be useful when it wanted too.
>While it was only petty mind tricks, so long as you didn’t bring attention to yourself you should be in the clear.
 
>With the Elements of Harmony thoroughly distracted trying to reason with Pinkie and Dash to stop eating a residential building, now was the perfect moment for a getaway.
 
>Tapping the head of your staff a few times against the veil between worlds to grab Nightmare Moon’s attention, you waited impatiently.
>You kept looking over at them, making sure they were still wrapped up in dealing with the building situation.
>The Discorb could only keep them distracted for so long before they noticed something was amiss.
 
>“U-uh... girls... what a-about A-Anonymous...”
 
>Huh, seems like even the Discorb had forgotten about Fluttershy.
 
>Appearing from quite literally thin air, a transparent looking Nightmare Moon stood beside you as she took a brief look around.
>She disturbingly made no comment about the current situation you were in, and simply tore open a jagged portal of swirling midnight with a slash of her lengthy horn.
 
>“G-girls, he’s um... getting away.”
 
>Fluttershy was completely ignored as they started to resort to more extreme measures to stop the consumption of the building, physically grabbing on and trying to pull the two stubborn ponies off.
 
>Yanking your shoes out of the sugary mess that was once a sidewalk, you leapt into the safety of the dark passage, leaving the site of your shame behind.