Disclamer: I do not own Mlp that belongs to Hasbro and Faust. Plot's mine though.
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Discords POV:
"Well, it's my first day of quote un-quote reformation. What to do? What to do?" I mused, sitting on top of a hot pink cloud overlooking the town of Ponyville.
"We'll I'm supposed to be a force for good, at least according to Celly. But what does that mean? Good for whom? Me? Celestia? The ponies? Phil the talking cheese wheel? Honestly that's so vague. Hmmm… you know what? I'll ask somepony."
I pondered the best way to go about choosing Who to ask, I know the go to answer would be Fluttershy, she's far too hopelessly kind, she really should do something about that or she might wake on day and find out she had morphed into a doormat.
But I couldn't help feeling that going to her would be a little cliche, not really sure who it would be cliche to exactly, just sort of cliche in general.
I don't like cliches.
Besides, this was a potentially life altering decision. Once I made it, I could very well have to accept the consequences for the rest of my life. Considering I'm immortal that could be quite a long time.
Not to mention, I had learned a very long time not to mess around with time travel. Far too many super intelligent ducks.
Don't ask, or laugh, those are really bad news.
Naturally there was only one way to go about deciding this. I snapped my immaculately shaped claws and conjured up a wheel with a spinner on it. There was a section for the elements of harmony, Luna, a very small one for Celly, and somewhat inexplicably a monkey with a danish on its head. I casually flicked the spinner and watched it spin around until it stopped. I felt a smirk work its way onto my face.
"Perfect."
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Twilight opened her eyes to the sounds of birds chirping. She had evidently gotten into a vicious fight with her blankets last night and had to struggle her way out of them to get up. She trotted up to her mirror and combed her messy hair back into an order. Then went downstairs searching for breakfast
In the kitchen she found spike standing on a stool in front of the stove cooking what appeared to be pancakes, he was wearing a chef's hat and a frilly apron that said 'kiss the cook' on it. He hadn't noticed her so she crept up behind him and whispered in his ear, "mornin' Spike." Spike jumped, almost falling into the oversized frying pan. He looked at her in annoyance and grumbled, "Twilight, I know I've asked you not to do that at least twice. Remember what happened last time when I was cooking eggs, Fluttershy's chickens still haven't forgiven me for wasting their eggs."
Twilight giggled, "Sorry Spike, but it was just too good a chance to give up. I've been reading a book on pony psychology, which says that playing the occasional harmless prank on friends can help create a playful atmosphere. It's really quite interesting, as a matter of fact, I think you should-mmnph!" Spike didn't find out what he should, because in a desperate measure to stop her before she could really get going, he had grabbed a pancake and shoved it in her mouth.
"Twilight, its way too early for you to start talking book, at least wait until after breakfast" he grumbled.
"Um...Spike." Twilight started, chewing the pancakes slowly.
"Yeah?"
"What's in this?"
"Well, eggs, some milk, and ketchup to start with."
"Ketchup?"
"Yep!"
"In pancakes?"
"Blends nicely with the peanut butter, doesn't it?"
"Excuse me" Twilight rushed off to bathroom, green faced. Spike watched her go and muttered, "Someponies have no taste."
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After twilight had washed out the pancake taste and convinced Spike to make her a hay sandwich. They were both sitting at the table eating. "Spike, I know you have unusual tastes and that perfectly fine. But when you are cooking for others you have to think about how they may have different palates, and plan accordingly."
"Yes Twilight." The dragon grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"It's also not polite to roll your eyes when somepony is trying to give you advice."
"You should listen to her Rainbow Dash number two. Even if she's wrong about the pancakes, those are delicious."
"That's right Discord. Now Spike- DISCORD!" Twilight yelped, spinning her head around so fast she cracked her neck, to look at the mismatched creature that had suddenly appeared at her table, and was casually eating pancakes and reading a newspaper that was upside down.
Discord glanced at her and raised one of his paws. "Hi."
Twilight stumbled backwards horn aglow, aiming it at the intruder in her home. "What are you doing in my house?" She demanded.
Discord looked at her blankly then said, "Eatin' pancakes" as if he couldn't imagine a single thing wrong with the current situation.
"This is my house!" She yelled at him.
"Very astute."
"You're in my house"
"Huh... So I am. Well spotted."
"I didn't invite you in"
"That's okay I don't mind."
"You're breaking and entering"
"I'll have you know I haven't broken a single thing!"
"GET OUT!"
"Okay, now you are just being rude. An incredibly powerful and ancient, not to mention handsome, god takes time out of his day to visit you out of every other creature he could visit, and including other dimensions I can travel to, believe me that's a lot. And all you do is get offended, it's not like you're in the bath or anything. Although, now that I come to think about it, why would that be a problem? After all, we all walk around pretty much naked anyway..." Discord trailed off, clearly pondering this mystifying realization.
Spike who had been watching the two of them going back and forth, decided to step in before Twilight lost her temper with the Draconequus. After all he still remembered what happened the last time Twilight lost it. He still hadn't gotten around to fixing the hole in the roof, although why that was his job still eluded him. "So... Why are you here" he asked, shrinking in on himself when Discord turned his eyes on him with an enormous grin on his face.
"Oh, I'm so glad you asked Rainbow Spike! At least you have manners." He drawled, completely ignoring the glare from twilight that should have been burning a hole in him. "Since you asked, I might as well tell you. As you know I've been reformed. However, now that her highness Celly-face has told me to go do good, I find myself curious about exactly what is expected of me."
Twilights eyes narrowed, "Her name is princess Celestia, and you'd better remember that." She hissed.
Discord just grinned at her, "Thank you for reminding me, my dear, but you see I have known Celly longer than I care to remember. I should think after all these eons of having to listen to her complain, I've earned the right to be at least that formal with her."
"Princess Celestial would never complain about anything." Twilight retorted.
Discord just laughed, "you don't really believe that do you? Way back in the day, she complained all the time about everything I did." Discord started speaking in a disturbingly accurate imitation of princess Celestia "'Discord stop turning clouds into cotton candy! Discord, stop putting cheese in my shoes! Discord stop teleporting the castle to the bottom of the sea!' Honestly, nag nag nag nag nag... But I digress and as much as I enjoy a good digression, this is important, so..." he trailed off looking at her expectantly.
Twilight decided to ignore this, if she continued pursuing it, then he'd never leave. "Why don't you ask somebody who wants to help you like, oh I don't know, Fluttershy?" Twilight responded through grit teeth.
"Well I will admit that she was my first thought, but after carefully weighing the pros and cons, thus making a carefully calculated decision, I decided that you, my dear Sparkles, are the best possible do-gooder to help make me into a force of..." Discord leapt up and struck a pose, arms crossed and raising his goat leg in salute "...The Good!"
Twilight just stared at him, and then said in an exasperated voice, "It's not that hard to be a good pony, just go out there and do good deeds for others. But the most important part do them for somepony else, other words, not me!"
Discord, who had poofed up a notebook and pencil was scribbling furiously while she was talking. When she had finished, he continued to scribble for several minutes. Right as Twilight was about to yell at him again, he stopped and stood up.
"Okay! I think I've got it. Essentially what you are saying is that I should go out and ask random ponies in the street what they want, and since it would be rude to not give it to them since I have the power to do so, I should give them what they ask for. Thanks Sparkles!" Discord turned around, either ignoring or not noticing the sudden uneasy look on Twilights face. Struck another weird pose and declared. "Discord the spirit of random acts of goodness, Away!" With that the spirit leapt into the air and instead of just vanishing in his usual flash of light, soar off, crashing through the roof, leaving a rather stylish outline of a Draconequus in the ceiling.
Spike and Twilight just looked at the ceiling, then at each other.
"Well," spike said. "You do realize that you're gonna have to do something about that right?"
Rather than waste time responding, Twilight galloped out the door in pursuit of the rogue spirit.
Spike watched her leave then looked up at the Discord shaped hole in the ceiling. He sighed "I can tell, it's gonna be one of those days."
And then, demonstrating an advanced grasp of priorities, turned back to his pancakes.
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This is my first story, does it show? I bet it does. Reviews are welcome.