>You've been very busy lately.
>You've been not going into town for a good week, too absorbed in constant study and catalog.
>You were so absorbed, you missed a knock at your door.
>You were so absorbed, you didn't notice the chocolate rain, just moving away from the Mic to breath in.
>You didn't even notice when day and night went rapidly from one phase to the next.
>It was only once your work was interrupted by a lack of quills, than you decided to make an appearance. You could summon some quills, but it would be more beneficial to show your skull about.
>You opened the door, stepped outside, and-
"Nerull's scythe..."
>You had not expected Ponyville to become this clusterfuck.
>As in, you are blind-sided.
>What in the blessed Undeath was going on here?
>Jimmies: Rustled. A lot. And hard.
>You teleport to town, and find it fucked up beyond all possibility.
>You couldn't even pull this off.
>That said, you've got no reason; this is a show of power, not a method to reach a goal.
>You've lived for well over ten thousand years.
>You've made entire species extinct simply to hear their bones rattle as you wade through the sea of their dead
>You find such a base show of ability insulting
>This is your turf, damn it.
>No one fucks with Ponyville and gets away with it.
>Ancient hate explodes within your mind, that someone would make your chosen home their stomping grounds.
>There was only one pony in Equestria that can help you
>With a flash, you arrive in the Library, and find it abandoned. There's no one here, and there's a massive hole in the wall. Climbing out, you watch as Twilight and her friends prepare to use the Elements of Harmony.
>There's a Draconiquist with a target over his chest, cocky as all can be.
>You can't help but laugh aloud at this fool.
>This is exactly what possition you were in so long ago
>This will end with him getti-
>With a flash, the elements fail.
 
>Not even the Greentext can describe how shocked you are.
>This is impossible, How could this beast do what you had failed at?
>"Bravo, Ponies, Bravo! harmony in Equestria is officially, dead. Discord rules, Celestia drools."
>With a mocking laugh, the creature ski's off on a soap road.
>The Ponies waste no time in shifting the blame as best they can.
>You're too preoccupied with your shock to care.
"How could he succeed where I have failed.."
>A small part of you wishes to get to know this fellow, he's obviously a powerful... Entity.
>The rest is too overcome with hate and rage.
>Such a blantant show of power.
>No subtlety.
>No forethought.
>No focus.
>Just useless mayhem for mayhem's purpose.
>You only turn about when a significantly less vivid Twilight stalks in, depressed.
"Twilight, what in Mellifleur's robes happened?"
>She sighs
>"They're not my friends. Not anymore."
>You realize what exactly it is that broke the Elements.
>You know exactly how to defeat this power, so raw and grand.
>You would cheer for glee at this discovery, finally able to conquer this world.
>You're stopped by something rustling in your ancient ribcage.
>Your heart is long-gone, your jimmies are shriveled up, you have no qualms about doing whatever is necessary to gain more power.
>Yet...
>You can't bring yourself to feel anything but anger.
>This fool discovered it before you
>The breaking of the elements was just that easy.
>But, most importantly, and most disturbingly...
>It pains you to see this happen.
"Nerull's Hate, they've broken me."
>You've actually befriended these Ponies, and you can't bring yourself to feel pride in this knowledge.
>You've become... Attached.
>This is beyond bad.
>You have no possibilities for facial expressions, but your anger speeks volumns.
>Twilight is too preoccupied with self loathing and depression to care.
>This 'Discord' has beaten you, and did so to those you had been saving to break yourself.
>This Draconiquist is more than dead.
>You'll rip his soul from his body.
>You make to teleport, however you're snatched from your transit by an unseen force.
>With a flash, you arrive in the Throne Room of Celestia.
>The Alicorn in question is standing before you, and is shocked at your appearence.
>"You are... Are Anon, correct?"
>She's shaken at your state of being, your yellow bones not properly exposed to sunlight for so long.
"I am indeed, but I have more important matters to attend to."
>You prepare to leave, but are stopped by her cry.
>"Wait! Anon, we need your help."
>You pause.
>"I don't know what happened, but the Elements have failed. I have been trying to contact Twilight Sparkle, but she's not responding."
"That would be because this 'Discord' has taken measures to corrupt them. They have abandoned their elements."
>She's horrified at what you've said.
>"Then... It's true. He's won."
"No."
>Your grin, while unchangeable, is fitting
"I will hunt him down. I will find him and gain retribution. No one turns my realm into their stomping grounds."
>She seems invigorated, if shocked, by your statement.
>It's not a boast. You've a calm rage to you, as if you are already planning how best to utterly destroy the beast.
>"I think I know how to help. Go, do what you can. I need to find some old letters."
>There is a blaze of green flames as you disappear, the Princess racing away.
>Discord isn't hard to find.
>He's taunting Fluttershy, who looks like she's recovered completely from whatever you gave her.
>He's gloating.
>yfw
"You. Discord."
>he turns to regard you, still smiling.
"That's my bread and butter you're fucking with."
>yfw
>Black, oily smoke crawls around your hands. Fluttershy makes to say something, but a tendril snaps her mouth shut.
"Do be a good girl, fluttershy, and let the adults talk this out."
>With a thought, she's flung away.
>You extend your hand.
>The oily smoke explodes into flames, a long staff coming into existence.
>The Draconiquis is amused, and smirks.
>"What's this? Standing up for little old Fluttercruel?"
>You let your permenant smirk do the talking
"No. You just gained my ire, is all."
>Your shadow lurches forwards, jumping off the ground as a sharp spike.
>Discord flips over it, gravity his plaything.
>With a snap, the ground opens up beneath you, a waiting maw prepared to consume you whole.
>Bitch, gravity is for losers.
>Levitating above the gorge, you swing your staff, a fireball leaping from the tip, as you shift your shadow, sending it deep into the earth.
>Discord catches the fireball, spinning upon his finger, and tosses it like a basket ball back at you.
>With a crash, it slams into you, igniting your bones and robe.
>You sail backwards, the force sending you spinning away.
>A crack of thunder, and the ground reaches up towards Discord, an earthen hand grabbing him tightly.
>With a growl, he breaks the grip by using his tail to snatch the invisable lines you used to control it
>You land on the ground, your green fires never leaving Discords.
"Impressive. Most impressive."
>"Thank you, you handle yourself exceptionally well as well."
>You feel your magic take hold deep underground.
"As much as I enjoy this duel, I feel it's time to end you."
>He scoffs
>"Please. The Elements couldn't do it. Neither can you."
>You tilt your head somewhat
"Truely? Hm. You seem to expect the same tricks then."
>He laughes
>"I've seen enough of magic to know you're spent. You've only got enough tricks for a few different uses. You're no Twilight Sparkle."
>It's your turn to laugh.
"Indeed. Unlike her, I've had a thousand lifetimes to research the Arcane."
>The ground shakes.
>Hooves explode from the dirt.
>Skeletal ponies rise from the soil, green witchfires burning in their empty eye-sockets.
"I also command the dead."
>He looks genuinely shocked.
>With a screech from the rising horde, you sail forwards, sending a massive bolt of lightning at your enemy.
>Discord grabs the bolt and eats it.
>Shoulda seen that coming.
>You whip your staff up, and your minions lurch forwards.
>The negative energy is so strong in this one location, you feel empowered.
>Discord is swamped and dog-piled by the skeletons.
>He thrashes about as best he can, but he cannot escape.
>You make sure of that, stalling his ability to teleport.
>Timing this perfectly, you put all of your energy into the skeletons.
>They're too frail to handle that kind of power, and all it takes is Discord destroying a single one.
>There is a massive flood of neon-purplish light as the skeletons all explode, blowing a crater into the ground.
>The dust begins to fall, but you're not done yet.
>Taking advantage of the smoke, you reach out with your shadow.
>The dust settles, and Discord brushes himself off, mostly unharmed.
>You knew such a primal entity would be immune to a burst of Negative Energy, but he's shaken and taken some damage from the concussive force.
>"A good show. I'm still standing, and further more.."
>Discord approaches you, and smirks
>"I let you get that in."
>You are unmoved.
>he puts a finger upon your forehead, and with a small scratch, makes to 'Discord' you.
"Interesting. I assume this should serve a purpose?"
>He recoils and looks at you.
>is that fear?
>Oh, how you missed relishing the look of fear upon your enemies faces.
>"You.. You.."
>He stammers, and with a dark chuckle you finish for him.
"Yes. I have no soul. Thankfully, you do."
>His eyebrow shoots up, confused.
>You point at the ground.
>His shadow is gone, swallowed whole by yours
"Now, Discord. I could destroy you for doing this to those I deem under my protection..."
>He has a look of abject horror on his face, realizing you've got him exactly where you want him. His limbs will not respond, you can feel him trying to break free.
"... But I think Twilight and her friends would like that honor. Let's put on a show, shall we?"
>Your villanous laughter echoes as the two of you return to Ponyville. Celestia should have fixed the problem with Twilight, if your suspicions were right.