(Hay guise. sorry for not updating in two months. I had a lot of stuff to do. Plus, my keyboard broke, and the virtual keyboard is a pain. I was also reading some other fanfictions. If you've ever heard that 'A good author pulls on life experience to give them inspiration,' I can tell you, it is VERY true. Also, getting prepared for Halloween. Going as a crash test dummy this year. Without further ado, I present: Chapter 8 or so of This Story!)


I woke up to the sound of a hyperactive pony playing a trombone in my ear.

"BUAHAHA!" I yelled, flying about a meter into the air, landing on the floor.

"Happy birthday!" Said pink pony screamed into my face. I swiftly got up and poured a glass of puréed banana onto her mane, drenching it. "Awww, what was that for? I just got you up!"

I sighed and facepalmed, leading her to the shower where she could wash her face off. She turned on the water and washed the mess onto her tongue. I thought, 'How does she do that?' shortly before feeling a short pulse of an unrecognizable magic. I got up, went over to her, and asked, "How did you do that thing? With the bananas, I mean." Okay, I'll explain. Pinks and I have gotten to be great friends since I got here. 'Here' being a relative term. Even though I was quarantined in the Everfree for one hundred forty-seven hours a week, I still had three hours a day in our beloved Ponyville, and in that time had made a rather large (compared to before my displacement) amount of friends. These included Pinkie Pie, Lyra Heartstrings, Doctor Time Turner, and a rather peculiar unicorn stallion named Woodry. I had yet to get his second name, and I wasn't one to question his methods. After all, he had made me a completely accurate 1:52 scale model of Princess Luna, one of the most under-appreciated ponies I'd seen so far. Any-mango-syrup, I'll get to the next scene.

Walking through Ponyville, I saw what looked to be two tourists arguing about something. I quickly darted into an alley and became invisible, then took to spying on them.


I sat in front of the two, watching their argument.

"You're such a lying, self-centered jerk! I can't believe I ever dated you!"

"I could say the same about you! I slave away at my job for hours to get you a gold necklace that you've never even touched!"

I decided to try to disarm the situation by saying, "Now, now, there's no need to fight. After all, They are always watching. So, tell me about yourselves! I'm Disorder, cake tester and beginner Chaos user."

The lime green pegasus stallion with a pleasant dirty-blonde mane's eyes widened, and he looked frantically around for someone to help. He responded, "M-m-m-my name is Spring Runner, I'm f-f-from Las Pegasus, and this is my m-marefriend Buttered Toast. We're v-visiting Ponyville for a while and would-you-please-let-us-go?" I realized that they thought I was there to kill them or something, and I wanted none of that.

"So, um, sorry for holding you two up for so long. I guess I'll be on my way then. keep in mind that it isn't good to fight, and you should always try to use diplomacy before violence." I kept 'Because they always forgot that back home' off the end, because that might raise questions.

((Sorry for cutting it short, gotta go do other stuff. Life's spamming me with messages right now.))