Hey every pony, what's up! Man, am I glad to finally introduce this episode! Not only that, but this is the one, and possibly only intro, that I've been waiting for so long! Along with my special guest that has been scheduled to come for quite a few times! Now let's welcome her... The Great and Powerful Trixie!

Trixie: Well it's about time you let the Great and Powerful Trixie into your in*KZZZRRRT* ...what was that? *The screen all of a sudden starts to go all fuzzy*

I don't know... What's-*KZZZRRRT*-on? *The screen goes fuzzy again* We're losing the signal!

Trixie: What?! But this is Trixie's time to be in the intro! You planned this didn't you?! *KZZZRRRT*

Sorry Trixie, but your intro will have to wait! BYE! *I said, pushing her into the portal*

Trixie: AHHHHHH! *She screamed in fear as she went through a dimensional portal, it closing right behind her*

Okay, what's going on?! *Suddenly, half the screen losses connection and I'm left with only half the screen* Hey!

Unknown Voice 1: Hey, this thing working yet? *A spanish accent asked*

Unknown Voice 2: I almost... Finished. We now have control of half the screen, with our creator owning the second half. *At that moment, their half of the screen showed up. Revealing one hispanic teenager with black, greased down hair and a cocky grin. Behind him was a skinny teenager with glasses, working on a laptop*

*I then glared at them* Morgue and Joe. What are you two doing?

Morgue: Creator! Long time no see man! Hey, how's come you never come to the archives anymore huh?

What are you two doing? *I asked, complete seriousness in my voice*

Morgue: Well since you're asking so nicely amigo, here it is. We escaped your "OC Archives" and we're here to set some things straight with the audience ya got here! Not to mention, maybe go over our back story a little.

What makes you think I'm gonna let you?!

Morgue: Oh I'd say... this. Joe? Please get him off the air.

Joe: No problem. *He said calmly as he pressed a few buttons*

Hey wait, you can't just- *but before I could continue, my connection got cut out*

Morgue: Yes! We now have complete control of all the computers! Mwahahahahaha! *He said, having an evil accent now*

Joe: Actually no. They could easily just skip to the story at any point. We have little to no control actually.

Morgue: Sheesh man, I was only joking! I've always wanted a reason to say something evil like that.

*Joe simply face-palmed as he let Morgue continue*

Morgue: Anyway, you're all probably feeling angry that were back, rolling your eyes at how generic we are as villains, or just skipping the intro at this point. But here it is. And pay attention, this is important. Joe?

Joe: Yes, I understand. *He then got up and traded places with Morgue* You see all MLP story readers, we were portrayed the wrong way. I came off as a snarky know-it-all, when in actuality, I'm just a cruel, fact loving, criminal mastermind.

Morgue came off as a bully more generic than Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. When the truth about that is, he's actually a money loving thief that wasn't raised from the 'back streets' or 'Jersey', but from Mexico. So he doesn't talk like Gilda's little brother. He actually talks with a Spanish accent and with a few Spanish words here and there.

Finally, the last of us who is currently on his way to Zeke's intro to teach him a lesson about portraying his own OCs the wrong way. He actually was portrayed pretty well, it was only his name that got messed up in translation of thoughts to story. He doesn't go by 'Mike' but instead goes by 'Big Mike'. And yes, it is much like Big Mac's name.

So with all that in mind, I hope you all won't see us as generic bullies so much. Of course, the reason about why we bullied 'Blitz' hasn't been revealed yet. So that leaves us with as much motive as Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara again. But don't worry, it'll all be explained soon enough. Please just give it time.

And with about one to two hundred words of dry corrections, I think I've said enough. I think I'll just leave it up to Morgue to play the recording of Zeke saying his Top Three Comments. Hope you all appreciate our performances in this chapter, and good day/night/morning. Depending on what time it is you are reading this chapter.

Morgue: *After trading places again, Morgue smirked* Hope you all got that, because it's not being talked about again! It is just too boring! Now anyway, let's get this over with so all of you that actually read this lame intro of Zeke's can get on with the story!

3: Swift Lightning: Thanks dude! Glad to hear that I'm doing Discord pretty well! Oh, and also, chocolate milk wouldn't kill all the crops because they can just be grown in greenhouses and stuff. And also, it would ruin world hunger if he chocolate rained us. So technically, he'd be saving our lives. XD

2: Christ's Disciple: I'd love it if our world had Discord's chaos actually! I'd wake up everyday to a giant butterfly pounding on my door, hear the flying dogs chirping in the air, and watch as the turkeys that walk around my street (Not a joke, every morning there are turkeys walking around my street. WHERE DO THEY COME FROM?!) start fighting the walking fish for territory. XD

1: FireKistune1: Actually, that's something I wanted to talk about to all of you.

SOPA is not a good thing at all. It's threatening to take away all our freedom on the internet. Something that we are entitled to. So if you live in America, I want to ask. Please help stop this idiocy of our government. Please help to stand up for it. This act will destroy everything. From Let's Plays to any FanFiction/FimFiction. To putting a picture of Rainbow Dash on your Facebook wall to having YouTube videos that show lyrics to your favorite song.

I wish I could give the link to it. Sorry that I can't though. :( But another way I hope you guys can look for it is Google. Simply type in 'SOPA Petition' and it should be the first link. If the link is to a site 'Petition . Whitehouse . gov' then that's it. Thank you for the help.

Morgue: Alright, let's get this started! Goodbye everyone!

Joe: Morgue, the correct term to say to all the readers is every pony. Not everyone.

Morgue: Yeah... No. In this story, I'm not a Brony so I'm not saying that. Not picking on all of you guys, but I'm not in 'The Herd' or whatever.

Joe: Well congrats. I'm probably more likable to them than you now because I can actually suck it up and say their play on words.

Morgue: Whatever, they'll come to appreciate me soon enough. Anyway, see ya later everyone! *Joe simply face-palmed once again as the story finally begun*

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Celestia/Cindy's POV

As Cadance, Shining Armor, and I all sat in the back of the limo, waiting for it to bring us to Juvenile Hall where Morgue was, they stayed silent as they went over the file about Morgue. And the more they looked at it, the more intense their faces became. All of their backstories were equally as complicated and hard on them as Blitz's. And Morgue was the only one that acted unaffected by them. Even though his was quite possibly the harshest of them all.

And after looking through it a few more times, they contemplated just what to ask me. They knew that they couldn't give away who we were or what our exact plan was since the limo driver didn't know the truth, so they thought about it very carefully.

"So Cindy..." Sloane started, "just why was Martin thrown in Juvenile anyway? It says here that he committed grand theft auto, along with multiple charges of destruction of public property. But this paper makes it sound like he would never do that. !hat happened?"

"Well Sloane, that's just it. It doesn't sound like his method of operation at all. Which is why we're going to speak to him." I told him, explaining it this way to keep the limo driver from knowing.

You see, after defeating Discord we discovered the Protectors of Harmony and where they were. So we came here to look for them. But soon enough, we learned that our titles as Princesses of Equestria would have no meaning here. So that meant that we had to get in a position to where we could help to try to discover just where they would be found. So that led to me and Luna looking everywhere. But when Luna became Nightmare Moon, that stopped our search.

Eventually, I came back to try to find them again, changing my back story after every lifetime to keep from any human noticing. So I've gone from being a personal friend of Theodore Roosevelt, to meeting Amelia Earhart, to right now.

And with all of us here now, that lead to us having to do some planning. So with connections I've made here on Earth, I was able to start-up a program in Social Services. Which I had been a high member of for some time now. Of course, I'm afraid it will only work for a little while until they see what's really going on.

"So, why did we come too? What purpose do we have in coming with you?" May asked me, wondering just why they were here.

"Well that's just it. Martin doesn't normally trust people who are 'snobs' in his eyes. So if he by chance doesn't want to talk to me, than you two will have a better chance at trying to communicate with him. Especially since you'll come off more as 'protection' than snobs." I explained to them.

"And the guitar? I mean, if this is basically a prison, than will they even allow him to have this?" Sloane asked, looking at the guitar as he pulled it out.

And upon seeing it, I remembered that it wasn't disguised. So by calmly looking towards the window to make sure the driver wasn't paying attention, I placed my hand over the guitar, using my magic on it to make it appear as if it was an ordinary wooden guitar.

"Simply encouraging him to be creative won't work for too long. Even if he listened to us telling him so. So to keep him from losing touch with himself, this guitar will help to keep him creative. Though there are a few restrictions that can't be avoided." I told them, having a general idea about how this would go.

"Ms. Solar? We've arrived." The driver said as the limo stopped towards the front of a giant building complex. The Juvenile Hall.

"Thank you sir. And don't worry about anything else. You won't have to pick us up after words." I told him with a smile before getting out.

"O-oh, um, understood." He said, not questioning me.

After we all got out, I carried a small file filled with all the information I needed, along with a Social Services badge to prove who I was pretending to be.

Sloane had closed up the guitar and was carrying it in, as May simply walked next to him.

"Remember that whatever you do, keep your hats, gloves, and jacket on. We can't let them know just what we are." I reminded them as we all walked towards the building, putting on our gloves to hide our Cutie Marks.

This was the first out of the two most important rules that we could not let happen. I just hope that Discord and Luna remember this one, as well as the other one.

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Luna/Lisa's POV

As our limo stopped in front of the school, we got out and told the driver that he didn't need to come back. As per one of Celestia's rules that she had written out in almost perfected letters. Ones that showed no sign of her using a quill, pencil, or any writing object. Not only that, but all the letters were the exact same size.

Of course when I asked Discord all he did was laugh as he mumbled something along the lines of 'Elderly and computers...' To which I simply made one of the springs in his seat in the limo pop out and hit him.

But back on subject, the rules Celestia gave me and Discord looked like this:

1: Do not, under any circumstances, take off your gloves, hats, or coats. We can not let humans see that we have wings or magic.

2: Do not, under any circumstances, make direct physical contact with them.

3: Luna, use that voice changing spell I casted on you to hide your way of speech. This way you'll blend in easier.

4: Use the Social Services badge to gain entry into the building and an audience with the two you need to see.

5: Be very discrete and serious about all of this. THAT MEANS YOU DISCORD. YOU ARE GOING TO A HIGH SCHOOL WHERE TEENAGERS ARE THERE TO LEARN. WATCH YOURSELF, OR YOU'RE GOING BACK TO STONE.

6: Tell the office to have all of you talk in a room that doesn't have an active camera. Discord, turn it off yourself if you have to.

7: We need to ease them into the idea about them being elements for the next part of the plan, not shock them into it. So try to be calm and friendly about it all.

8: When you arrive, tell the limo driver that he doesn't have to wait on you and that he can just leave. Once you're done talking with them, just come back to the plane. We'll all meet up there to start part two of the plan.

Most of these things Celestia talked to me about. At least now it made sense why she casted that voice changing spell on me out of no where. Though, I think I prefer talking in my normal language. It felt less constricting.

But still, the way my sister explained it to me made sense. No one here talked like I did, or really accepted it without giving an awkward glance. So that meant that in this school I had to talk 'normally'.

Though, one thing was still the very opposite of normal in our little mission. For as we approached the school, Sid took in a deep sniff then tried to contain his laughter. "Ah High School! Isn't it just great?! I mean, you can just smell the chaos and anxiety coming from this place!" He said, so excited.

Though, seeing that this was as good a time as any to practice speaking, I activated the spell. "Voice change by choice." I felt my throat tingle a little as it changed. Making me know that it had changed correctly. "How's that possible? Seems like a normal bland school to me." I said, feeling weird that I was talking like this. Especially since my voice sounded a little less regal. But at least I wouldn't risk giving myself away if I got angry and forgot that I was supposed to hide my speech.

"Nice voice spell Lisa." He said, laughing even more. Though he was right. Me talking like this was just plain out idiotic. "But yes, this boring old block of a building is filled with so much chaos, I feel like singing!"

"Please don't. I'm forced to try to fall asleep while you get up every morning with that horrible voice." I told him dryly. And I wasn't exaggerating or anything either. He sang so badly, the creatures of the night around Canterlot Castle are forced to stay awake longer than requested.

"Well I guess you just don't understand the new generation of music." He said, trying to ignore my insult.

"I know enough to know that your singing is complete garbage." I said as we got to the door, him opening it for me.

"You're just jealous." He said smiling at his own voice.

"Oh yes, I'm jealous that you make a dying cat sound like an orchestra." I said sarcastically as we made our way inside, going right to the office which was right next to the entrance.

"Hello and welcome to Mapleborough High School. Can I..." Before the secretary could even finish her sentence, she immediately stared at Sid. Who looked, dressed, and sounded really weird.

"Yes you may." I said, knowing what the rest of what she was going to say. I then pulled out my badge and held it up next to myself, showing it to her. "I'm with Social Services, and I need to speak to two children that are attending this school." I told her with an expressionless face. And I don't know why, but just by holding this badge in my hand and saying all of this was a little fun. Although, I didn't understand why so I just kept a straight face.

"I see... And he is-" She started, pointing towards Sid.

"He is coming with me as just a pre-caution I assure you. You see, these two children I need to see, have been picked directly to be part of a project we have started to take into account. So we need to see them immediately." I told her, not giving her much of a chance to let her pick out any details.

"I-I see. Alright, can I get both of your names, along with which one of the students you wish to see first." She told us, it sounding more information she needed regardless.

"I am Lisa Lunar, and this is Sid Droc. And I don't think you understand, we need to speak with both of them at once." I told her, putting a little enforcement behind my voice, the spell keeping me from using my Canterlot Voice.

"I'm sorry Ms. Lisa, but-"

"Call me Lunar. I don't appreciate others calling me by my first name." I said, coming up with a quick excuse to make her not call me Lisa.

"Ms. Lunar. But we don't really like to bring two students in at the same time unless they've started fighting or arguing with one another." She corrected me.

Though, some pony refusing my request just made me glare intensively. Which made her start to get scared because of my position and hers.

"B-but it isn't going against any rules as much as just our opinions on common decency. So I'll allow it. Now, who are the two students you wish to speak with?" She asked, letting my request go through.

I stopped glaring as I began to speak up, but still kept a frown. "I need to see a Joseph Frei, and a Michael Frei." I said, remembering the two names from the files that were in my hand. "And it would be best if I could meet them in a conference room. Particularly one that doesn't have an active camera for legal reasons." I said to her.

"I'm sorry mam, but I'm afraid that all conference rooms we have are required to have a working camera in them. And we can't just turn them off." She told me as she started to look up just where Joseph and Michael are right now.

"Well, I guess it won't make too much of a difference then. So where is a conference room we can use?" I asked, trying to just get an ordinary room to speak to them.

"The main conference room needs to be used for a meeting, but I can have someone take you to another room for all of you to talk in. As he brings you there, I'll have the two students report to the room." The secretary told me as she got up and went to an office that was behind the desk, coming back out a minute or two later with whom I'm guessing was another office worker.

"Alright, Mrs. Downs here will escort you to the conference room. It'll be about four minutes for me to have them come over to the room." The secretary told us.

"Right this way." Mrs. Downs told us as she started to walk off. We simply followed right after her, looking around as we went. The school had so many corridors and hundreds of numbered metal doors on the sides. Not to mention so many normal doors everywhere with only two kinds of posters posted all over the school. One had a teen that had something in his mouth, along with his chest turned completely grey. Above the teen was the words 'Smoke, and this happens.' And the other was simply an orange poster about a schedule of some kind.

This school seemed even worse on the inside than the out. I mean, what kind of place that was about learning looked like this?!

On the other hand, Discord was trying to keep from laughing at the poster with a teen on it. The teacher seemed unaffected though. As if this was a normal thing. Something that I was not okay with.

If this was the school that Blitz went to, then I really don't want to think about how the rest of his life was like in complete detail.

"Here we are." Mrs. Downs said as she pulled out a key and unlocked the door for us. "When you are all done with the room, please just come straight back to the office. Thank you." She said, heading back to the office. Leaving us here to wait for the other two.

And after walking in, the room was completely barren except for that sickening poster of the teenager. I know I didn't know much about decoration, but I knew enough to realize that this kind of poster was just sickening.

"Sid. Please take care of the camera." I told him, taking a seat at the table.

"I know." He said, getting in the one part of the room where the camera couldn't see him. He then snapped his fingers, his hands not needing to be gloved since he didn't have a Cutie Mark, and the camera then turned the lens into a bubble wand. Bubbles coming out of it and popping just seconds later.

Once it was covered, I then used my own magic to change the poster into one that had the night sky on it. The moon having my signature silhouette on it as well.

Now that everything was set, all we had to do was wait for the two teenagers to come.

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Michael Frei's POV

47...48...49...50...

After doing all fifty push-ups coach wanted me to do, I stopped. At least it was only to fifty, because if it was anymore than that, I might've lost count and had to do them over. Not that it was a problem though, because the coach said that I had gone above one-hundred push-ups and only stopped because it would've taken too long to tire me out.

"Big Mike? You okay there soldier?" Coach Cooper asked with my nickname as he looked towards me. Everyone always called me Big Mike because of how big I was. Even the teachers. But, I guess it made sense since I was even biggest person in school. Counting the teachers too.

"What do you mean? Did I mess up on the push-ups?" I asked, looking up to him since I was sitting on the ground.

"No, it's not that cadet. It's just, you're always one of the first to knock out all the push-ups. But now you're one of the last. You alright? Someone picking on you?" He asked, that last part being a joke since I was never picked on. And up until three months ago, I was the bully. And I always got away with it. But now, I just felt bad for everything I had done. Even before then when he ran away.

"Yeah, it's just... I guess I'm not feelin' it today coach." I told him, sad that I wasn't being as good as usual.

"Hmm... Well, you still gonna be okay for that game coming up tomorrow night? Your heart and soul is what gets us most of those points." He said, trying to cheer me up.

But even that wasn't helping much. I mean, I was the main HB, and I just had to start running and no one could stop me until I got the touchdown. It usually took like three guys to even slow me down.

"I'll do my best coach." I told him with a nod.

"That a promise soldier?" He asked, looking towards me. He, along with all of my friends and the football team all knew that once I made a promise, I would never go against it. Not even if whoever I made that promise to, gave me permission to do so.

But now... Now I didn't really like making promises like that. Because since Morgue got sent to juvy when he did nothing wrong, I haven't really been able to stay all that positive. And since I haven't been able to do my best, I didn't want to have to make promises that I couldn't keep.

So I sighed a little and nodded, not wanting to speak since I was getting a little emotional at remembering what happened to Morgue. He was our leader, and my best friend. Besides my brother of course. I had known him for almost eight years now, and he was the one that made so much possible for me.

He even went as far as to save me, Joe, and our Dad's lives. You see, one day Dad took me and Joe out for a walk around the house. Which is like three minutes away from any other house or anything. So we had a bunch of woods to walk around and explore in.

Only... That one day, we decided to go out deeper into the forest. Which wasn't a good idea. Dad ended up getting caught in a really old, rusty bear trap. And to make it worse, a bear came out after hearing Dad yelling. So when he saw all three of us, he was getting ready to attack. I was trying to carry Dad out of there, but the chain was tangled under some tree roots that had grown over it.

So before the bear could get to us, Morgue heard Dad yelling too. Being that he stayed with us at our house since he had no where else to live. So he got the bear's attention by throwing a rock at it's face, hitting him in the eye.

Morgue told us to go on and get Dad to the hospital as he kept the bear busy. So we got him free and drove him to the hospital, Joe driving while I kept watch of Dad.

But even when we got to the hospital really fast, Dad's leg was in there too long. And since it was all rusty and stuff, he was put in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

That's just the important part though. Morgue had helped us with so many other things, and was just like a brother to us. And since he had no other family, Dad was glad to treat him as one. No matter what trouble the three of us got in. Which we kind of got in a lot ever since we all met. Which was the best day for all three of us. I still remember getting all that candy too...

Which made me remember that tonight was supposed to be the eighth year that we all became friends and became a gang. So today was especially bad for us all. So much, that I even felt a few tears coming from me. I might've been the strongest of the group, but I was always really emotional about everything.

"Attention Big Mike?" Coach K, one of the other coaches called from the front of the gym with a microphone. "You're being called up to the conference room on hallway H." She told me.

"Go on soldier. Get dressed out so you won't be all sweaty." Coach Cooper said, seeing that I was getting emotional. But he said sweaty to keep from the others knowing that I was crying.

I nodded and got up, heading off to the lockers a little fast so I wouldn't take forever. I didn't want to let anyone else down after all.

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Joseph Frei's POV

As I sat in math class, bored out of my mind since I already knew everything Mrs. Tilden was teaching, I couldn't focus all that much. I had too many thoughts going through my head at millions of miles per hour. Not to mention approximately seventeen out of the twenty-seven students in this classroom weren't paying any attention as they were talking amongst each other.

Of course, only half of the blame went to our teacher seeing as we had second lunch and there was only twenty-two minutes and seventeen seconds and counting until the bell rang and twelve out of the seventeen disobedient students would make a mad dash to the lunch room as the lines would get too long if they didn't hurry.

Which is why I always brought my own lunch. Granted, my cooking was terrible so my lunch consisted of a pop tart, a regular soda, and whatever leftovers we had for dinner last night. Money was a very rare sight in our house, so we lived with what we could to get by. Good thing I learned how to be good with computers, because if I couldn't hack into Steam then Big Mike would be bored out of his mind. And God knows how hungry he gets when he's bored.

But I digress. Lunch wasn't on my mind. It was what we all had originally scheduled for after-school. You see, me, my brother Big Mike, and our leader Morgue had met exactly eight years from today. At seven thirty-two P.M. And ever since then, we treated that exact time as if it was New Years.

And I knew that this subject would be the only thing on my brother's mind at lunch. Since we both had second lunch, he always welcomed me as his 'honored guest' at the table where most of the football players sat. And if it wasn't for Big Mike being the best HB Mapleborough had ever seen, 'beat the scrawny nerd with glasses' would be on their agenda. Providing those numbskulls even had schedules to put into their agendas.

But also since I do anyone's homework for two dollars an assignment, they were my second means of money. Right next to my part-time job working as a waiter for one of the multiple different restaurants in town...

And there I go, getting off topic again. See? Told you I had multiple things going through my head right now. That was one of the cons about being me though. I think of every possible outcome. Every possible variable. And every possible problem that might go wrong. It was both a blessing and a curse really.

If only I could get focused on thinking of a way to keep Big Mike from baling his eyes out tonight. But... I guess it wasn't going to be possible. I mean, I can only try to calm Big Mike so much until the conversation just keeps going in circles. And I just can't keep going in circles like that anymore. I just have to accept that it's not possible for me to keep trying again and again at lost causes. No matter how important they are...

As I thought about all of this though, I saw as Mrs. Tilden stopped her lesson after quieting the class for the fourth time and counting and went over to the phone, which had started ringing.

"Hello?" Mrs. Tilden answered. After a few seconds she responded with, "Yes?" Followed by, "He is." And finally, the moment of truth... "Alright, I'll send him right away."

As soon as she said she, all the girls stopped paying attention while all the boys stayed quiet. They all kept hoping that it involved them so they could get out of class. Or even more so, go home.

"Joe? You need to go to the conference room on this hallway." Mrs. Tilden told me, making some of the others either groan in annoyance while the rest just went back to talking.

Seeing that this was the H hallway, I nodded and got up. I didn't bother to bring anything with me though. Since I had someone just a little smaller than The Hulk as my brother, no one was going to even think about going through my stuff. That, and this wasn't going to take long.

I made my way out the door and started making the short trip, wondering just what this was about. Out of everything, there had to be around a forty percent chance about it being about our living arrangements, or wanting to clear up any information about our parents. Which was very hard to take care of because...Well...

Another forty percent chance had to be something about Morgue's arrest. Since he took the blame for something we were framed for, we were constantly interrogated about what really happened. Of course, they never called it an interrogation. It was always for our 'well being', or to 'help the greater good/law'. Which was all just obvious lies that they thought could lower our guard to make us tell the truth. Or at least, what they thought was the truth anyway.

Still, whatever guilt trip, monologue, or argument they threw at us, Big Mike just took my advice and didn't even say as much as one word when they started to talk about Morgue or anything crime related. Which left me, where I always turned the tables and tricked them into telling the truth. It was honestly fun watching people who were twice as old as me, not to mention trained in this field, squirm at my own questions and emotionless face.

So what was here to face me this time? The good cop? The bad cop? The 'relative cop' that loved to 'listen' to my thoughts and opinions? No matter what combination of the three or more, I should still be able to wrap this up before lunch begins in exactly seventeen minutes and fifty-two seconds. And counting.

Approaching the door, I politely knocked on it and waited for whatever style of interrogation was on the other side.

And when the door opened, on the other side was...A, unique looking- you know what, I'll cut the polite and calm crap now. It's obvious that it won't last through this interrogation. All logic's been thrown out the non-existent window with this man's appearance in less than a millisecond. Who was this guy, and why was he here?

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Celestia/Cindy's POV

So after getting inside the building and being escorted to a room without anything but a simple metal table with one metal chair on each side of it, we sat in silence.

I had already explained everything they wanted to know, being that there was no camera in the room to watch us. This had only taken about ten minutes though, and we had been in here for fifteen now. So I quietly went over the files as May and Sloane talked amongst each other. Sloane holding the guitar in his hands, trying to figure out something about it.

All three of these actions were stopped however when we heard footsteps approaching the only door that lead in here. May made her way to the other side of the room and stood in place, while Sloane put the guitar back in the case, leaning it against the wall behind him as he stood at attention as well.

I simply closed the file and looked forward towards the door as it opened. Revealing a security guard and the one person we had come all this way to meet. Martin 'Morgue' Rodriguez.

His hair was no longer greased down like he always had it, and was instead shaggy and kind of long. He was also in a grey uniform, in handcuffs as well.

"Sit down you." He said, pushing him forward. "Good luck with this one. You'll need it." He said, looking at me before closing the door.

"I told him that the handcuffs weren't necessary." As Morgue sat down in front of me, he simply shook his hands in front of him, the cuffs falling off as if they were never locked in the first place.

"Well that's a little alarming, isn't it?" I asked, looking at him as he simply looked towards the table emotionlessly. In a way where I couldn't see his eyes or most of his face.

"I guess I'll get right to the point. Hello there. What's your name?" I asked him, keeping a happy attitude.

After staying in the same position, I asked again. "Can you tell me your name?" I asked, lowering my head towards him to try to get him to see me.

He then looked up, looking as if he was confused. "Lo siento. Yo no habló ingles." He said to me in Spanish. Which basically meant 'Sorry lady. I don't speak English.'

Of course, I anticipated this and smirked at him. Saying, "Está bien. Yo habló Español." I said, basically translating to, 'That's fine. I can speak Spanish.'

He then frowned and hit his fist on the table. "Mierda!" He yelled out in Spanish. He then sighed and smirked. "Alright, guess I'm not getting off the hook that easy." He said to himself.

"Actually, you could very well have. I only knew 'Sorry' and 'I don't speak English' in Spanish. And I only learned how to say that one line in Spanish. Gotcha." I said, giggling a little at my victory.

He then started laughing at how I tricked him as well, seeing the humor in it. "Okay, you got some respect points for the good impression. But ya still lost some for looking like a snob." He told me, talking about respect points. "But before I could add all those up, what's your name lady?" He asked, opening up a little.

"My name is Cindy Solar. And I'm with Social Services." I told him, hoping to help open up some more.

"Hmm..." He said, taking this into account. "Well, you got an extra twenty-five respect points for making Cindy actually sound like a cool name. But since the reason you became a Social Services lady could be either snobby or sincere... I'll ignore that. So that means you now have... twenty-five respect points." He said with a nod.

"Twenty-five respect points?" I asked, kind of wanting to know about that.

"Yeah. I like giving respect points to everyone that I meet for more than just passing them by on the street. For every time I meet someone new, I judge their appearance, impressions, and name. So that being said, you lost fifty respect for looking like a snob, but got fifty respect for the good impression. And the cool name granted you twenty-five on top of that." He explained.

"Well, it sounds like you've given this a lot of thought." I told him.

"Yep. I try to make everything I can interesting. Only... This place isn't exactly that nice about stuff like that. So I'm not even allowed so much as to hum to myself, this place is that strict." He told me.

I nodded again, trying to be friendly with him. "I can imagine. It didn't exactly look inviting. Not even the entrance." I agreed. "But back on topic, how come you're more open towards me than others? From all the others that have come in here to talk to you, they all said that you were uncooperative and rude." I said, remembering what the files said about him.

"Well yeah. They couldn't take a joke, my attitude, or know enough Spanish to really get anything out of me. Honestly, those snobs couldn't take a joke if it smacked them in the face." He said, moving his chair sideways so he could prop up his feet towards the side of the table. Keeping them on that side instead of anywhere near me to show a little bit of politeness.

"Why didn't you want to talk to them? They only wanted to learn about what happened or how you're doing." I told him.

"No they didn't. They didn't 'want' anything to do with me. They hated my guts. And if they weren't going to treat me with much respect, why show them any at all?" Morgue asked.

Before I could answer though, he asked a question without looking away from me. "By the way. What's with the two guards? What, did you think I had a shank with me or something?" He asked, joking about something that wasn't really a joke.

"Well, not really. You see, I was afraid that you wouldn't want to listen to me because of who I was and invited two others that work with me to be here in case you wanted to speak with them instead." I explained it half-truthfully.

But he caught on. "Yeah... No. Listen lady, we all know that ain't true. One of them might look like he could be a good 'guard', but the others just his wife all dressed up." He said, not even looking at them.

Sloane then spoke up, shocked that Morgue knew that. "W-what are you implying?" He asked, both shocked and angry that Morgue was talking a little rudely about his wife.

"Calm down dude. I'm just saying that if she was a guard, she probably would be wearing pants instead of a skirt. Ya know, for more protection? Also, your rings are a dead give away." He said, looking towards him with a cocky smirk.

"How did you-" Sloane started.

"Those gloves of yours are ordinary cotton gloves. So I can see the indent on your fingers where the rings are under them." He explained.

"Oh...Right." He said, backing up. He was still a little surprised as to how Morgue noticed.

"Well, with your impression adding fifty points and appearance taking away twenty-five, that leaves just your name. Which is?..." Morgue asked him.

"Sloane. Sloane Armor." He answered.

"Really? Dude, sweet name! Alright, that adds up to fifty respect points. You're in the lead man, congrats." Morgue said, treating this like a game.

He then spoke up again. "And that just leaves you." He said, looking to May. "So Sloane's wife. What's your name?" He asked.

"Well that's not really a nice way of speaking." She said with a frown.

"Hey. I'm a thief that got thrown in jail. I got nothing left to lose. So why should I care?" He asked, shrugging.

She then frowned a little in sadness about what he said. Feeling a little sorry for him. "Don't say that. You have more than you know." She answered, trying to give him some hopeful words.

"If you say so lady. Still, what's your name?" He asked, getting back on that topic.

"My name is May Cadenza Armor." She answered.

"Kind of a cool name... Alright then, it adds up to... twenty-five points. Well, you're tied for second place at least." He said.

"Wait a second, what made me have less than my husband?" May asked, curious to know.

"You were sincere about what you said in your impression, but it was still cheesy. So you only got twenty-five points for the impression." He said.

She sighed a little at the fact that she didn't get that many points, making Morgue laugh. "See?! Respect points make everything more interesting!" He said with a smile.

In all accounts, he was very free-spirited. Though, still acted a little rude. But even with this, he wasn't really being honest with us all about the real thing. he was trying to avoid just why we were all here by doing something that he did for everyone. It may have been a creative thing to do, but it wasn't anything new. He was just repeating the same thing he did for everyone.

"Anyway Morgue. I think you know that we weren't here to just introduce ourselves." I told him, getting back on task.

"I know, I know. This is about my metal issues, or why I did it, or something? Right?" He asked, thinking he knew just what this was about.

Too bad that wasn't even the case. "No actually. We're here to talk about you and your two friends Joe and Big Mike." I said, using their nicknames.

That made him go wide-eyed. He was not expecting this. Not at all. He then got his feet off the table and sat up, glaring at me with great anger. Which I had to admit, was a little intimidating for even me. I guess this was his well-known 'Death Glare'.

"Alright listen lady! I don't care what reports you got on those papers of yours, what you've heard, what you know about us, or whatever! But let's get one thing straight right here! I was the one that stole that car! I was the one that drove it through downtown and destroyed all that crap! Joe and Big Mike?! They're my friends, and they! Are! INNOCENT! And don't you dare try to question them, or try to do anything to them! Or so help me, I will make you regret that!" He said, not backing down.

He was using his Death Glare on me, along with trying to keep me from going to his friends. This wasn't a game or anything to Morgue anymore. This was him. Protecting the two people who were as close as they could get to being his family. And those threats he was making to me were anything but empty. If anything, they were what he was holding back. I knew that he could be saying much worse things, and he probably would've if it wasn't for the amount of control he thought I had.

"Calm down Morgue. I know for a fact that you didn't do any of that." I said, not backing down.

He then stood up, the chair falling behind him as he glared down at me. Shining Armor and Cadance got a little surprised at how quickly this had escalated, but got ready to stop him if he went as far as to try an attack me.

"Read my lips you bruja! My friends did nothing wrong! I am the only one to blame! So you better not do anything to them, or else you're gonna be seeing me again! And not in juvy!" He threatened me, calling me something in Spanish that I didn't understand.

I stood up as well, not backing down or showing fear. But I only frowned at him as I remained calm. Getting as angry as him wouldn't help anything. "If you would've let me finish, you would understand that I know that. I said that I know for a fact that you didn't do any of that. And neither did your friends." I said, saying the second sentence.

Though, he didn't seem to believe me right away. "That so?! Then who do you think did it?!" He asked, keeping his glare right on me.

"Easy." I said, sitting back in my seat and looking up at him. "It was the same person that you stole a car from and drove into the local river. The same person that was in the middle of robbing a gas station as you stole that car. I believe his name is Eduardo?" I asked rhetorically, already knowing the truth.

He then went from glaring at me to backing up a step to think about it for a second. He had never told anyone that Eduardo was the real culprit before, yet here I was. Knowing the truth.

As he backed up, he looked over his shoulder to see Sloane and May staying ready to stop him if he tried anything. But I knew that he wouldn't do anything.

Instead he took a shaky breath in fear, not sure what to think. "Who... Who are you people? And what do you want from us?" He asked, looking towards us.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you just yet. But I can tell you this. You and your two friends can't give up. You three are more important than you really know. And ever since you were sent to juvenile, you have all lost touch with who you really are. You're all starting to lose hope. We've noticed." I told him, being a little careful about my choice of words.

"Lose hope huh?" He asked, staying on those words. He then lifted his right foot off the ground and onto the knocked over that was behind him, flipping it up right so he could sit in it. "Alright. No Social Services would say something like this. You guys aren't really one of them are you?" He asked, putting that much together.

"No. We aren't Social Services. But we still want to help you. Because your destiny is an important one." I then nodded to Sloane, giving him the signal.

He nodded and got the guitar case, bringing it over and placing it in front of Morgue, who was completely surprised by this. He looked to me and I nodded, giving him permission to open it.

He got it in front of him and flipped one of the locks open. Then the other. Carefully, he opened up the case to see the one thing that made him happier than ever. A guitar.

He got it out and inspected it, having no words at all.

"I've heard a lot of things about you Morgue. One of those things is that you're really good at guitar. And that you love to take special kind of-"

But before I could finish, he had already propped his feet back on the side of the table and got ready to play. And when he started, he said no words. Made no noise. No different expression other than focused. He just started playing. And what he played sounded beautiful. It sounded like a calm and peaceful song, yet it was quick-paced. But not to the point where it was too fast not to enjoy every note that was played.

Each and every sound from the guitar was amazing and sounded like a story was being told strictly through notes. Even without one word or expression, it filled our ears with music that was both touching and original.

After about a minute of it, he played the last few notes slowly. Drawing the song to a close. When it was over, he just smiled. A smile that wasn't snarky or boastful. A genuine one that showed how thankful he was to have a guitar to play to.

He soon snapped out of it though and looked up at me, looking apologetic. "Sorry. I haven't played for like three months. I'm a little rusty." He said, not being sarcastic about it either.

But he was surprised to hear May and Sloane clapping in appreciation to his music, amazed by how it sounded.

That made him smile in glee, happy to see others clapping for him. He had missed the feeling of bringing others happiness for the right reason. And he loved that feeling of using his own ideas to make other happy. So much, that his lower lip was trembling a little.

"Thank you... Just... Just thank you señora." He said, a tear even forming in his eye by the emotion of it all.

"Don't mention it. This guitar has always belonged to you. It was destined to be yours, and it will stay with you. Even while you're here." I told him. I closed my eyes as I started to recall just what me and the warden had agreed to. "Now of course, you're only allowed to keep it in your cell, and you're not allowed to play after lights out. And you can't bring it with you if you get in trouble and have to go to solitary so..." I stopped though as I felt something around me.

I opened my eyes to see Morgue hugging me with how thankful he was. "You don't know how thankful I am for this...Thank you..." He said, not able to keep a few tears from coming out.

"You're welcome Morgue." I said, happy that he was perfectly fine now. "Just don't lose hope. It'll all be better soon." I told him. "Now I'm afraid that we need to get going. Good luck with getting back in practice with the guitar." I said, him breaking the hug so I could get up.

He stayed silent as he looked at the guitar, then back at us. And as we left one by one, I was the last to leave before he spoke up again. "Wait." He said, calmed down again.

I turned around. "Yes?" I asked.

"What's you're real name? And please be honest here." He said, wanting to know.

I simply smiled and took off my right glove, showing him my Cutie Mark which was on the back of my right hand. "Princess Celestia." I told him before putting the glove back on a leaving him to ponder his thoughts. Knowing that those two words alone left him with hundreds of questions to follow. But of course, he wouldn't have to wait long to get his answers. Or meet his friends again.

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Luna/Lisa's POV

As the first of the two came into the conference room, I steadied my emotions. Coming off as angry towards them wasn't going to help. Especially with what the files said about the Joe one.

"Why hello there! I am Sid Droc." Sid introduced as he let Joe inside.

"I couldn't care less what your name is." He said with a sickening calm voice as he came in. Once he saw me, he sighed. "Oh great. I'm forced to talk with two of you." He said as he took a seat.

"Actually, no. Sid is just here as a precaution. I am the only one you need to speak to." I said to him.

"Well then maybe you should tell your Wacky Friday bodyguard that it's Tuesday." He said, looking at me. He then extended his hand. "I am Joseph Frei. But everyone just calls me Joe much to my dismay." He said.

Knowing quickly what to do, I shook his head and nodded. "I am Lisa Lunar. Although, I don't prefer my first name and would like to be referred to as Ms. Lunar." I told him with a nod.

"Noted." He said, breaking the handshake calmly. "So please, humor me. Why am I here? There is precisely sixteen minutes and two seconds remaining until the bell rings for lunch, and I'd prefer not to miss it." He said, trying to blow this off.

At that moment, there was slow but slightly loud knock on the door. As if someone was trying not to knock so loud, but doing a bad job of it.

After Sid answered the door, he said. "Why hello there! I am-"

"News Flash. No one cares about your name if all you are going to do is stand and do nothing. So just shut up." I stated, stopping him before he could finish.

I looked up and saw that Sid glared a little and growled a slight bit before shutting up and letting in the second child I needed to speak with. Joe's brother, Michael Frei.

"Joe?" Michael asked, confused.

"Big Mike?!" He asked, turning around. Once he saw that his brother was in here in the room, he turned back towards me with a glare. Not only that, but he remained silent for a good half-minute before speaking, gathering his thoughts.

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Joe's POV

"Why are we both here?" I finally asked, not daring to lower my glare. Something was definitely wrong here. In fact, multiple things were wrong here. Ms. Lunar's bodyguard was dressed in so many violations to be in Social Services. We were both brought here at the same time when that goes against the school's wishes. And most importantly, Ms. Lunar was hiding something.

I could tell that she had on a T-shirt underneath her buttoned up jacket. And even though she had been acting polite yet serious about all of this, her attitude about her career didn't reflect her clothing. Usually, someone who wanted to 'relate' or 'befriend' whoever they were talking to dressed like this on such a serious occasion. But she definitely had no intent on coming to our level. Especially since she got us both to come to the same conference room at once with force towards the secretary in the office.

Another thing was her gloves. It was normal at times for a germaphobe to wear gloves whenever coming face to face with someone, or going to a public place. But since she shook my hand without hesitation, that was out of the question. Even with gloves, a germaphobe would at least hesitate for a few seconds before shaking one's hand.

As I thought about all of this, getting ready to find out just what she was doing here, my brother Big Mike sat in the chair next to me. Holding onto the arms of the chair awkwardly since he was just a little big for the office chair.

"Well, we needed to speak to both of you at once. So we simply asked that we see both of you at the same time." She explained to me, confused about why I asked that.

Sadly for her, I knew that she was wrong. "No you didn't. This school tries to keep all issues confidential. You didn't 'simply ask' to have us come. You most likely came into the office where the more timid and cautious of the two secretaries was at the front desk. So, you used a slight amount of force with your position of authority as a Social Service agent to intimidate her." I concluded, silently estimating that I had an eighty-seven percent chance of being correct.

And I apparently was, because I saw her eyes widen for a few seconds before trying to keep a calm face again. Surprised that I had guessed it right. She also shifted back a little in her seat, unconsciously leaning away from me a little to try to get a little distance between my sudden accusation and herself. Both of these being signs that she was getting a little nervous.

But about what exactly? Why would it matter if I knew how she got us in her together? Yes, it might've been a little surprising, though I doubt that because the two files had 'Michael Frei' and 'Joseph Frei' on the tabs. And me tricking almost anyone that had a meeting with me had to be somewhere on that file. It was a ninety-seven percent chance at certainty. The other three percent was just the agents all having too much pride to add to it. Possible, but very unlikely.

Still though, even if I surprised her with my correct assumption, and figured out exactly how she brought us here, how come she was surprised? Shouldn't she be a professional on how to speak to others through interrogation and interviews?

Even if she wasn't that good at this sort of thing, she why hasn't she recovered from what I had said yet? Even someone who has learned from self-experience should've been able to recover soon enough. Unless...

"You know, you can drop the act." I told her, having a seventy-five percent chance of having one of the two reactions I was looking for. Which I did, as a few seconds after saying it, the room fell silent. I could see Ms. Lunar's throat move around just a little, meaning that she was gulping in nervousness.

That was the first reaction I wanted her to have, meaning that I was right on my theory. So I continued. "It's obvious that you're not Secret Service at all." I added.

She then went wide-eyed, shocked that I had said that. Shocked that I was right.

"W...W-what makes you say that?" She asked, trying to call my bluff. To bad I already had enough evidence.

"Well, all I have to do is turn my head one-hundred and eighty degrees and see your 'bodyguard'. They would never let someone like him be a security guard for anyone in Secret Service." I told her. That was just one out of her many mistakes honestly.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" The bodyguard asked, getting a little angry about how I was insulting him. Which was perfect.

I turned my chair forty-five degrees, happy that it was on wheels and not stationary, and looked towards him. "Simple, unlike the reason you two are here. You look like you just escaped from Pee-wee's Playhouse. You look like you aren't a friend of the sun, or sleep. And, you are obviously insane." I listed, happy to nitpick about who this Wacky Friday 'Bodyguard' was.

Saying all this made Ms. Lunar try so keep from snickering, but she snickered just a little. Me hearing this as I kept looking to Sid.

"Oh please, you don't know who I am." He said, trying to brush off my insults. But it was obvious to everyone that they hurt him.

"You're right, I don't. And I am so thankful for that because I don't know one person who would." I added, putting some cruelty being my insults now. Which is what I was known for.

"You don't want to mess with me. You wouldn't last a minute." He said, frowning at me.

"Well neither could you, because in the position I'm in, you can't touch me." I said, playing to my advantage. This man couldn't hurt me even if he wanted to. And if he tried, then my brother would gladly take care of him. And it wouldn't even be that hard either being that Big Mike was two-thirds the size of The Thing.

"What?!" He asked, getting angry at what I had said.

"I said that I'm untouchable. You would just be a fool to attempt to even try to hurt me. Although, I think it's obvious that you are already." I insulted again.

He then growled and got his fingers ready to... Snap, at me? Alright, no doubt about it. This man was insane.

"Dis-I mean Sid! Calm down!" Ms. Lunar called out to him.

He went wide-eyed and looked towards me, only to see me not really paying much attention as I thought about what she just said. He knew that I was thinking about that and got a little scared. This showing me that there was a reason that she called him that.

I turned back towards Ms. Lunar with an eyebrow raised, hearing Sid face-palm as I did. "Dis? You called him Dis... Though, judging by your vocal patterns, you stopped yourself before saying the whole word." I noted out loud, Ms. Lunar knowing that I caught her.

"No, I wasn't!" Ms. Lunar said, trying to get out of this one. But I knew that she was lying because of what she did as she said that.

"Your eyes tell a different story. You looked towards the top left corner of your vision. And whenever someone does that, they either are imagining something, or lying." I lectured her, showing how I knew she was wrong.

"Wait a second." Big Mike spoke up, tapping his index fingers together in nervousness. "I thought his name was Sid." Big Mike said, confused.

"Well, that's just it Big Mike. Since 'Ms. Lunar, if that is her real name, isn't friends with 'Sid', as proven by her laughing when I outright insulted him during this serious topic, what she was about to call him was his real name." I told him, not mad since even he admitted that he was slow on these things.

"So... Sid is Dis?" He asked, trying to figure this out.

"Yes Big Mike. Sid is Dis...Sid is Dis..." I repeated, realizing something. Sid was Dis spelled back words. That of course was obvious, but with Ms. Lunar calling him 'Dis' something, it alerted me. If Sid was the man's first part of his name spelled backwards, then what did that leave for the second part?

His last name. Which I knew sounded a little off. "If Sid means Dis, then with that logic Droc means... Cord." I pieced together.

"Dis Cord? That's a weird name." Big Mike said, confused by it.

I looked around and saw that the two of them were stuck in place, not sure how to respond. So I spoke up one more time. "No Big Mike. The two reversed words go into one word. Making..."

I then glared right at Ms. Lunar, having figured it all out. "Discord." And coincidentally. The second I figured it out.

The bell for lunch had gone off.

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And finally this chapter is coming to a stopping point. I'm sorry that it was a little too long, but it was necessary to try to keep the final chapter from being so long. I hope to see you all next time for our conclusion to the trip to the human world! Bye for now every pony!

QotC: What do you think Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Cadance, Shining Armor, and Discord would do if they still had their powers and all, but had any job they wanted in our world?