After I had given Zoe her bath and successfully cleaned all the pink dye out, I set her down in her bed and let her mentally recover from the experience of being forcefully dyed pink. I then went to get dressed, but Discord refused to get out of my room, no matter what I did. So I was forced to take my clothes into the bathroom and change there.

Afterwards, I went downstairs and grabbed the car keys to Dad's car. Since Dad usually drove his cop car, he allowed me to use his car whenever I needed, so long as I pay for the gas.

Just as I was about to walk out the door, something grabbed my leg and prevented me from going. I looked down and saw Discord clinging to my leg like a child.

"Where ya goin'?" He asked.

"Gonna grab a pizza with my buddy, Patrick." I explained.

"Can't I come?"

"I doubt I can go out in public with a strange, chimeric creature."

"I'll disguise myself, just like you said! Come on, please? I wish to see your strange human world!"

"So long as you don't do anything crazy."

"Define crazy."

"You know what I mean!"

Discord smiled before he flashed and changed into something else. He became a medium-sized brown canine. Unfortunately, his bushy eyebrows, goatee, snaggletooth, and red and yellow eyes stuck around, making him look very very strange.

"Just call me Dogcord!"

"I don't think that's going to work." I told him, "Patrick's going to question me about the facial hair, the eyes, and that tooth. He'll recognize you immediately."

Discord made a thinking face, "Tell them I'm part schnauzer. And I have a rare ocular disease that causes my eyes to appear like this. Oh, and I have bad teeth."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, we're not calling you Dogcord. That's way too obvious. How about... Dizzy?"

"...Seriously?"

"Do you want Patrick to know you're the actual Discord?"

"Well... Not exactly..."

"Good. Now let's go. We're gonna be late."

I cranked up the ignition to the sleek, blue sports car that once belonged to my dad, but was now technically mine. "Dogcord" jumped in the passenger seat as the engine roared to life.

"And what did you call this strange motorized thing?" He asked.

"A car," I explained, "It helps us humans get around so we don't have to walk everywhere."

"Are they dangerous?"

"They can be if an unsafe driver is behind the wheel."

"Like you?"

I glared at him, "FYI, I haven't crashed, or come anywhere near a crash for the time I've been driving."

"Not only are you feisty and strong, but you sure are snappy too!"

As I pulled out of the driveway and out on to the road, Discord was keeping his eyes on everything around us. He seemed very interested in everything, despite it being average, everyday stuff.

"Hm... I'm bored now..." He said about five minutes into the drive. He then perked up when he saw a man walking his dog on the sidewalk, "Ooh! Can I turn that human into a bowl of Frosted Flakes?!"

"No," I told him, "Imagine the world-wide panic that will cause. Man turned into a bowl of cereal by girl and her weird alien dog. Yeah, I could see that on a news headline."

"Fine." Discord propped his head up on the window, "So boooooored... All these houses look exactly the same! What is this? A Wrinkle in Time?"

"You had time to read that?" I asked him.

"Hey, I'm a fast reader. Blame Twilight Sparkle and her forcing me to read the entire Harry Trotter series. Oh Celestia, I hated wizards after reading that..."

I shrugged, "I'm forced to read crappy books in school. I know how you feel."

Discord looked to the console where the radio was implanted, "Ooh! What's this?"

"A radio," I answered, "Wanna listen to some tunes?"

"So long as it isn't classical. Ugh... So boring."

"Don't worry," I said with a smirk, "You'll like what I listen to."

"What's that?"

"The most chaotic genre of music known to man: dubstep."

I then turned the radio up. Out of the speakers came loud, syncopated dance song. The noises in the song were completely randomized and strange, making a large smile grow on Discord's face.

"Cece," He said, "I think we're going to get along quite nicely."

I parked next to the popular, hole-in-the-wall restaurant known as Nolani's Pizza. It was slightly before lunch, meaning the place was still quiet. My buddy Patrick was sitting at one of the tables outside the restaurant, playing on his phone. As I got out of the car, I gave Discord another warning not to do anything weird. He seemed to listen and obey, so I sat down at the table where Patrick was sitting with the fake canine at my heels.

Patrick was a tall, junior-aged male with the stereotypical look of a nerd. He had curly red hair, large-framed glasses and freckles and acne covering his face. He currently wore a Star Trek t-shirt and jeans, proving his nerdom even more. He had hazel eyes that were hard to notice behind his giant glasses.

"Hey Double C." He greeted with a smile.

"Hey Patty." I replied, "Whatcha' get?"

"The usual. Every pizza topping known to man on mine, and just plain cheese on yours."

"You know me so well."

Patrick looked down under the table, noticing my companion who had already fallen asleep, "Who's this cutie?"

"He's Dizzy." I told him. I felt bad about lying to my best friend, but I knew he'd freak out if I told him that this dog was actually Discord, "He followed Zoe to our house and wound up at our front doorstep. We took him in since he was only a stray."

"Wow, he's got a lot of fur on his face. He looks like a grumpy old man!"

"Yeah, he's a schnauzer. Vet said he also has a rare ocular disease that causes his eyes to be a weird color, so don't be freaked out by them."

"Is it really that freaky?"

At that very moment, Discord yawned and opened his eyes. Patrick shrieked like a third-grade girl and nearly jumped out of his seat.

"I stand corrected..." Patrick whimpered, "Gosh, is the disease dangerous?"

I shook my head, "Nope. Just discolors his eyes."

Patrick stared at Discord with an interested look in his eyes, "Hm... You know who he reminds me of?"

I gulped, hoping he didn't say anything about Discord, "Who?"

"Why, Discord of course," Patrick answered, "I'm surprised you didn't name him that."

"Well, my mom would probably question why I named my dog Discord. She probably would think it was gothic or evil-sounding. So I went with Dizzy instead."

Patrick picked up "Dizzy" and started to pet him and use baby-talk, "You're just the cutest thing ever! Yes you are! Yes you are!"

Almost immediately, Discord bit Patrick's hand, causing him to yelp and drop him. The fake canine then came back over to me and curled up at my feet.

"Yeah, he doesn't like baby-talk," I informed Patrick with an innocent smile, "Forgot to mention that. Sorry."

"Yeah, but that smarts!" Patrick rubbed his hand. He noticed that Discord's snaggletooth had punctured through his skin and was now bleeding, "Huh... One tooth went deeper than the others."

I shrugged, "He's got problems with his teeth too. There's one on the front that's longer than the others."

Patrick wrapped his hand up with a napkin, just as the pizza came to our table. Nolani's was our favorite. They always put just the right amount of sauce, cheese, and other topping on our pizzas, as though they knew exactly what we like.

"Hey, sorry Dizzy bit you." I apologized.

"That's okay. Alcatraz bites me a lot, but that's just cause he's an old, grumpy dog."

I smiled and continued to eat my pizza. As we finished up, I noticed a large, muscular boy approaching from the sidewalk, coming up behind Patrick.

"Beefhead, five o' clock." I warned him.

The muscular boy who was approaching us was known as Josh Akerson. He was the stereotypical jock with a strong build and short black hair. He also always wore sports jerseys and sporty shorts, as though to put emphasis on how athletic he was.

Oh, and like most stereotypical jocks, he was also a jerk. He was Patrick's personal bully.

Josh approached our table and slammed his meaty fists on the table, causing my soda to spill and Discord to be startled from his nap. Patrick sank down in his chair, fear overcoming him.

"Whatcha' eating, dorks?" The jock asked.

"What does it matter?" I rebutted, "You ain't getting it. You eat like a pig anyway."

"At least I'm not anorexic." Josh shot back. It was a stupid comeback. Even though I was skinny, I still ate more than the average human being.

"Is that all your small mind can come up with?"

Josh's face turned red. Instead, he started to reach for the pizza. However, a confused look crossed his face before he suddenly looked at Patrick.

"You say something nerd?" He asked.

Patrick shrugged shyly, "I didn't say anything."

"What about you?" Josh turned to me.

I only raised an eyebrow, "We haven't said anything. You want pizza, take it. I'm not hungry."

Josh looked around with a panicky expression, "Who said that?!"

I exchanged confused glances with Patrick.

"Shut up!" Josh screamed at no one, "Shut up! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Then the tyrant jock was gone, sprinting down the sidewalk. I felt something pull at my pant leg and looked down, seeing Discord. He winked at me and gave me a mischievous smirk.

I mouthed, What the heck did you do?

"That was..." Patrick began, "Interesting..." He noticed my frustrated look directed towards my dog, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" I looked back at him, "Oh, nothing. Just wondering why Josh freaked out all the sudden." I stood up, surprising Patrick a little, "Sorry Pat, but I got to go."

I rushed off with Discord at my heels, leaving Patrick very confused. He shrugged it off, thinking it was just me being impulsive as always.

"That's one strange dog though..." Pat muttered to himself.

In an old black van were two men. They observed the area of the quiet town, taking in everything they could.

The first man, Roger Long, was getting paid minimum wage, despite the hard job he had to go through. He was a tall, lanky man, with short hair and very long limbs, making him look clumsy. The second man, Larry Cole, was a chubby, hairy man with shaggy brown hair and a long beard.

Together, the duo was very mismatched and didn't look like they belonged in the same town, much less the same van.

Speaking of said van, though it appeared normal on the outside, inside was a different story. Within the walls of the van were various forms of high-tech gadgets. Radars scanned the area as computer screens showed various areas of the city.

"So what are we doing again?" Larry asked.

"Looking for animals, you moron," Rodger answered, "Boss said that the laboratory is running low on creatures to experiment on. He also said that the super-radar detected a high surge of mysterious power enter this area."

"Oh look! There's some dumb looking children!" Larry said, pointing to a screen that showed a girl and a guy sitting at a table right outside Nolani's Pizza. A brown dog sat underneath the table.

Rodger rolled his eyes, "Kids look too athletic. We won't be able to take their dumb dog easily. Especially if we have you, you clumsy, fat oaf."

Larry looked appalled, "I am not fat! I'm fluffy!"

Instead of answering, Rodger climbed to the front seat, "Come on. We've got animals to get."

Larry clapped like a seal before climbing in the passenger seat, "Let's make the boss proud!"

As he sat in the passenger seat next to Cece, Discord -still in his dog form- wondered why she was so fidgety and nervous. Was she always like this? Were all humans like this?

He had to admit, it was strange how accepting Cece was to him. Even if he was a cartoon character in this world and he was Cece's favorite, he was surprised that she hadn't completely snapped and punched him in the face and told him to get out of her life.

Why was that?

Discord watched the passing scenery with childish delight. The human world was so strange and new to him, yet Cece was willing to guide him through it, despite the trouble he had already given her.

Why was that?