Note: These first few chapters will be kinda boring and short.

For a moment, I freaked out. However, I calmed down by taking a few deep breaths and resisting the urge to punch him right in his face.

"So I wasn't dreaming." I said casually.

"Nope." Discord said, that infuriating grin still on his face.

"And you just had to eat the Frosted Flakes... Why couldn't you eat my sister's Fruity Pebbles instead?"

"Are you kidding? Those things are nasty."

I rolled my eyes and finished stuffing the blankets and pillows into my closet, "Didn't I tell you not to leave my room?"

"Not specifically. You just said not to show myself to any other human being. Except yourself. I used an invisibility spell, so I'm pretty sure no one saw me. None of your family's awake yet anyway." He shrugged innocently, "Besides, I don't want to be cooped up for the rest of the time I'm here."

I scowled a little, "Fine, but you gotta disguise yourself."

"That seems fair." Discord looked around the room, "So what do you usually do to pass the time?"

"Well, today's Saturday," I replied, "Usually, we just relax and take it easy. I plan on visiting my friend Patrick later in the afternoon." I paused, "You can read some of my stories if you want. Or play with Zoe. For now, I'm gonna get some breakfast."

"Oh, have fun." Discord said with a sad sigh, "I'll just be here... All by my lonesome..."

I rolled my eyes again and headed downstairs. Caroline was up and watching her early morning cartoons. I went to the kitchen, seeing that the box of Frosted Flakes was missing. I sighed and instead stole my sister's box of Fruity Pebbles. Hearing the sound of cereal, Caroline came into the kitchen with a bright smile on her face. Lucky for me, she wasn't one of the bratty, demon kids like some I knew, or else I'd probably hate her guts.

"Are you having the Fruity Pebbles?" She asked.

"That's not a problem, is it?" I answered.

"Nope! Not at all! Hey Cece, can you get me a bowl down from the cabinet? I'll pour my own!"

I did as she asked and gave her a bowl. Since she was so tiny, she couldn't do much of anything, despite being one of the most independent six-year-olds I knew. She fixed her own hair, got her own clothes ready, and did her chores when she was told. I didn't even start doing the first two until I was ten, and I still don't do the last one!

As she said, Caroline poured her own bowl and took it to the dining room table. I fixed my bowl and sat down next to her.

"Cece, I thought you didn't like Fruity Pebbles." Caroline stated.

"I don't," I told her, playing with the colorful pebble-shaped bites that had already become soggy, "But some unnamed jerk stole the last of my Frosted Flakes."

"But we just bought a new box!" Caroline argued.

"A very hungry, unnamed jerk."

Caroline finished her bowl in less than fifteen minutes and took it to the sink to wash it before leaving. I continued to play with my soggy cereal before I eventually lost my appetite and dumped the rest down the garbage disposal. I sighed with annoyance, just as Mom came in to get something to eat.

"Good morning, Cece." She greeted. My mom was a tall person with strawberry-blonde hair, similar to Caroline's. In fact, I truly believed she was just a grown up version of Caroline. She had the same green eyes and freckle-less face that Caroline had. She was a beautiful woman, but man, was she strict.

"Good morning." I said groggily.

"Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?" Mom asked me, pouring a bowl of Fruity Pebbles for herself.

"Nope, not at all." I told her, joining her at the dining table.

Mom gave me a firm look, a look I was very used to, "Cece, Dad got a call last night. Apparently, a station in California wants his assistance in seizing a hostile underground group called PIE."

"PIE?" I asked her, giggling at the fact that a hostile group of people called themselves after a delicious baked treat.

"Paranormal Investigators and Explorers." Mom explained, "Apparently that's a cover name. According to their recent undercover mission, they run dangerous, inhumane experiments on both animals and young humans. They also develop dangerous weapons. The police force in California classifies them as a terrorist group."

"So why Dad?"

"Your father is one of the best cops on the eastern seaboard. He's put many criminals in jail and has solved many unsolved cases just this year. California police say they need all the help they can get from every corner of the nation. PIE is no one to mess around with."

A painful realization hit me, "He's not going to be... Y'know... Killed?"

"Goodness gracious no!" Mom exclaimed, seeming appalled by the question, "He won't be going straight into PIE. He's simply assisting the task force in California to help find PIE's headquarters."

"Oh good..."

"Derailing the subject," Mom quickly began again, "I have to run some errands this morning. Caroline's coming with me because I have to buy her new clothes. Would you like to come?"

I quickly remembered that Discord would be home alone. The last thing I wanted was to come home with our house upside-down or turned inside-out. God knows how I would explain that.

So I replied, "No. I think I'll stay here."

Mom finished up her cereal before taking it to the sink, "That's fine. We'll probably be back before lunch."

"Cool." I replied nonchalantly.

As Mom walked out the kitchen to get herself and Caroline ready for the day, something immediately hit me in the back of the head.

"That's for calling me a jerk, jerk!"

I turned, seeing Discord now standing behind me with his arms crossed.

I glared daggers at him, "What did you just hit me with?"

He suddenly flipped on his back with his tail directly in front of my face. He uses his white tail feathers to tickle my nose, causing me to sneeze violently.

"Bless you times ten!" Caroline called from the living room.

Out of anger, I grabbed Discord's tail and used it to pull him to the floor. He landed on his back, yelping in pain. He sat up and looked at me with distaste.

"Feisty," He said, "And strong. That's a bad combination."

I smiled smugly in reply. Even though I loved him, he sure was annoying.

Discord sat up and cracked his back, "Oh, there was something I wanted to ask you."

"What's that?"

"I was just wondering..." He paused, "Why did I just watch myself on your television?"

Oh boy, "How did you even get to watch our television? How do you even know what a television is since you don't have any in Equestria?"

Discord rolled his eyes, "The alien with a bowtie expained it to me. And I was invisible and watching television with your sister, Tar-and-line."

"Caroline. So, do you really want an explanation?"

Discord looked at me firmly, "Of course."

"In our universe, you, and all the other ponies in Equestria are cartoon characters. In fact, the cartoon has one of the biggest fandoms to date."

"I'm a what?" He asked me, a look of shock on his face.

"A cartoon character."

Discord was silent for the longest time, "That's so... That's so hard for me to understand." A toothy smile then stretched across his face, "And I love it. Earth is amazing!" He made a sofa appear just so he could lounge across it dramatically.

I heard our front door close, signaling Mom and Caroline had left, "Hey, it's okay if you romp around the house since my mom and sister is gone. Just don't do anything crazy."

"Like...?"

"Like turning our furniture into food. Or making our house float in mid-air. Or turning my dog's fur pink."

"Uh... About that last one..."

I looked over at the kitchen door, hearing scratching at it. I opened it up and saw Zoe sitting there, her fur a bright, neon pink. She curled up at my feet, shaking like a leaf, signaling that she had gone through something awful to get her fur the way it looked now. I then glared at Discord, who shrugged innocently.

"What?" He asked, "I was bored, she was annoying me, so poof! Pink Zoe!"

"Thanks a lot," I growled at him, "Looks like I'm spending my Saturday giving my dog a bath! Mom will blame me for doing this to her!"

Discord only gave me his best troll face. I groaned before I picked up the shivering Zoe and took her upstairs to our shower.

As I washed Zoe's fur free of the pink dye, I talked to myself. I was actually talking to my dog, but since dogs couldn't reply, it wasn't much of a conversation.

"Am I crazy for doing this?" I asked Zoe, whom was still shivering as the pink washed out and her normal black and brown color returned.

Zoe only whimpered in reply.

"Maybe I should have kicked him out. Maybe I should have forced him to go on his way. But I can't! He's awesome, and the best character on Friendship is Magic! How could I just kick him out?"

Zoe gave a small yelp.

"Maybe it was a good thing. Hey, my life may be a little more interesting with him around. What do you think, Zoe?"

Zoe only growled, as if to say No!

I sighed, "Perhaps you're right..."