Marceline

Grandma reluctantly led us to the living room and offered us a seat on the couch. Spencer and I darted our eyes around the house, looking for a way to mess with her. Tormenting our grandmother was one of our favorite pastimes, the one bad, delinquent thing I could get Spencer to do without feeling guilty afterwards. Our grandmother was short, silver haired, dark-skinned and the most despicable person I'd ever met. Dad never even let us meet her until we were eight, and she's hated us ever since, all because of that one time I accidentally flew through her window… twelve times. I swear, it was an honest mistake.

"Mom, we really don't want to stay, it's just that I left something here and we need to grab it." said Dad.

"In a minute. I just want to make sure I have this straight; This dumbass is now in his psycho wife's body, his wife is in Sarah's body and Sarah ended up in Chris' body?" she asked no one in particular. When no one protested, she started to laugh. "That's just perfect! Whatever you did, you screwed up bad!"

"It wasn't our fault, Ma. Why would we intentionally assume each other's form?" asked Dad.

"I don't know. Probably the same reason you have two kids with Horse Girl over here: You're dumb." she said, jabbing her thumb at Dad. If anyone else said that to our Dad, we'd probably be all over them, but we knew better. We could always get our revenge later. "On a different, but related, note, are you getting a little fat?"

"Why is everyone calling me fat?! You know what? Fine. Since I'm so freaking fat, I'll go on a diet. Even better, I'll stop eating! I'll starve myself! Is that what you want? Would you feel better if I just starved myself to a bag of bones?!" said Dad, crying slightly. Now, our Dad was never exactly Bulk Biceps, but he did have dignity. He lost all of it in that one second he started crying.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" asked Grandma.

"PMS." said Mom simply.

"Ha! That's too funny!" laughed Grandma, hate burning in her eyes. Our grandmother always had this look in her eyes, a look like she was angry, as if she had fought in a long, terrible war. She had more rage and disgust than I knew one person could have.

"Back to the topic, Granny from Hades." I said, returning focus to the task. "We need Dad's sword. Where is it?"

"Shut up, ya little shit. Don't talk to me like that." she said. "I don't even know what you need it for."

"What does it matter?" asked Spencer. "It's not like this is your sword."

"I refuse to be kept out of the loop again." she said. "Now, explain!"

"There are masks out there called the Veils of Switching Souls. There is one for every person ever born. Discord put the masks to their name of 'Switching Souls' and switched our souls. Now we need my sword to give to the kids so they can break the masks and return it to normal." said Dad.

"Discord? Isn't that the one who helped you after your Princess Selina or whatever got shot?"

"Princess Celestia, and yes."

"If he helped you before, why is he screwing with you now?"

"Because, Mom, he's the God of Chaos. Things started to make sense, and he didn't like that."

"I still don't get it. Why send in the Disaster Twins when you have the Elements of Whatever and the Defenders of Whatever?"

"Harmony. Both 'Whatever's were Harmony." said Dad. "You clearly don't get how this works, so let me explain: The Elements of Harmony are Princess Twilight, who is at an important UNE meeting, Rarity, who's in Canterlot or the Crystal Empire making dresses-"

"Don't you mean 'saddles'?."

"Pinkie Pie is working on explosives at the Crystal Empire, Applejack is probably helping and Fluttershy is next to me, burning out her life force. The Defenders are me Isaiah and Robert. Isaiah and Robert are busy dealing with a problem with Rarity's daughter, so we can't call them for help. There's no one else to help, except for the twins."

"And we're kinda on a schedule, so just give us the sword!" I said frustratedly.

"Why do you need to return to normal? This is way funnier!" chuckled Grandma.

"Mrs. B, as sexy as I look right now, I really do want to go back to normal." said Sarah, looking to Mom for help. "You do realise that Fluttershy is in my body, right? She could ruin me!"

"That's true. I was thinking of getting a tattoo, a big one right on the forehead, that reads 'I'm Fluttershy's bitch!'. How does that sound, Red?" said Mom, giving Sarah a wink. Talk about enemy of an enemy.

"All right, all right, I get it, but only because I don't want you to screw with Sarah. Give me a minute." said Grandma, walking upstairs. She bustled around for a while, then returned with a 3-foot long, sheathed sword. She threw it to Spencer, who caught it easily. He pulled it out of the sheath, revealing the golden-orange blade, with it's name, Celestial, running along the edge. Our Dad's super-awesome, undefeatable, legendary blade! He always used to tell us stories about it, how Princess Celestia gave it to him. He told us that, one day, maybe we'd be able to use it. Well, today was that day and I was totally nerding out on the inside.

"Here, you have your sword. Get out of my house." said Grandma.

"Actually" said Mom. "Maybe it'd be for the best if we stay here. We're not supposed to do anything physically exhausting, so maybe we should stay with you, where it's nice and… peaceful. Peaceful is probably the best word."

"I didn't sign up for this." said Grandma.

"Neither did we, Mom, but sometimes you just have to play with the hand you're dealt." said Dad.

"You're not staying here."

"We'll give you five hundred bits." I said, eager to get out of there.

"What's the conversion again?" asked Grandma.

"That would come out to $6250. Seems good like good pay, considering you'd be doing nothing except tolerate your son, his wife and their friend."

"I don't like being bargained with, but that seems fair." said Grandma. "Where's my money?"

"Er… Dad?" I tried.

"Here you go." Dad sighed, reaching into Sarah's pocket for his wallet. While he was there, he grabbed Lunar off of her hip. "Marcy, Spence, I know I shouldn't be, but I'm really worried. Please be careful."

"We will." I said.

"Will you really?" asked Mom.

"Yes." said Spencer.

"Promise not to fight?" said Dad.

"Do you want to feel good, or do you want the truth?" I asked.

"Just try and behave yourself." said Mom.

"Remember what we taught you about swords and guns. Don't point them at each other, for any reason." said Dad, handing me the gun. He never let me hold Lunar, something about not trusting me with firearms. "Be very careful when using them."

"You two aren't just normal pegasi." said Mom. "You're part human, which means you have powerful magic. We don't know exactly what you can do, but if you feel something, a gut feeling, a spark of something, just follow it."

"Now, you're going to need some bullets. I never told you where it is, so I take it you know exactly how to get to the cache?"

"Er… Yeah." I said. "Sorry, Dad. We know you told us not to, but we just wanted to-"

"Yeah, I know, you just wanted to know what we used in the war." said Dad. "Now get out of here! Go on, kids! Stop Discord!"

"Alright!" said me and Spencer, opening a Rift together.

"Oh, and I almost forgot! Don't kill him." said Mom.

"Huh?" I asked in confusion, distracted by the awesome weapon in my hands.

"We don't want you to kill him. Don't taint yourself like that."

"How many have you killed?" I asked bitterly.

"More than I wanted to." said Mom. "Sunset Shimmer and countless other changelings. On a good day, I could take out twenty enemies per battle."

"I don't think you should be giving me advice, since you're such a mass-murderer." I said.

"I'm not a murderer. I'm a soldier."

"You say potato…" I said, stepping through the Rift.

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Spencer

"You say potato…" said Marceline, walking into the Rift

"What the actual hell?" asked Mom. "What's her problem?"

"Um… I think I finally understand why she says the things she does." I said.

"Why?!" she asked. "What's her problem?"

"No time to talk, we have things to do." I said quickly, jumping through the Rift. I fell through to the living room on the other side, where Marceline was waiting for me, twirling around Dad's gun.

"What was that about?!" I asked, poking her in the side of the head.

"What?" she asked, returning the poke with Lunar's barrel.

"Why did you say that to Mom?" I asked, walking to the center of the room. I stomped my right foot hard, shaking the loose floorboard. The entire floor split down the middle, revealing a set of stairs leading onto the depths of the earth.

"No reason." she lied, following me down the stairs. "Just giving her a hard time."

"Don't lie to me." I said, reaching the bottom of the staircase. We began down the long hallway, lit with small lamps every couple of feet on the wall.

"I'm not lying." she said. Of course she was.

"I can tell when you're lying."

"How?"

"You know how. Twin Sense."

"Well, that's not always right. That's just something we made up, anyway" she said, stopping in front of two large doors. She pushed it open and stepped into the huge, secret armory. I ran across the marble floor, dropped Celestial and grabbed two of the 30 duffel bags. I kicked one over to my sister, who picked it up and slung it over her shoulder.

"I know when my sister is hiding something. You were really bitter. You started to look like Grandma."

"Don't compare me to that hag." she said, unzipping the bag. She reached in, hand not even touching the bottom. "What's in here?"

"Ammo, Chameleon Armor, a few knives, a rifle, two shotguns, a couple bricks of C4, food rations, poisons, antidotes, bandages, tents and an entire mini-library." I listed, digging around in it. "Pretty much anything we could ever need."

"How does that work?" she asked, grabbing a black body-suit out of the bag. Chameleon Armor, normal clothes that became thick, titanium armor whenever you get an adrenaline rush.

"Conjure made these. Bigger on the inside, from what I understand." I said, pulling my suit on. It was kinda baggy at first, then it shrunk down so that it was skin-tight. Marceline pulled hers on, it also shrinking to fit her properly. "Also feather-light. Are we ready to go?"

"Yeah." she said, loading Lunar. "Remember what Dad used to tell us about these weapons?"

"I remember how he told us that, through the entire war, he never turned it on an innocent." I said, grabbing Celestial. "Him and Mom."

"I read up on these. Did you know that Lunar takes the bullets it's loaded with and transforms them into Moonlight Bullets, which are twice as dense, three times as powerful and travel at near-light speed?"

"Yes. I'm the one who gave you the book you read that in." I said rolling my eyes.

POP!

Marceline and I were suddenly in the Everfree Forest. Not on the outskirts, like where our house was, but deep in the dense, dangerous brush. I dropped my bag, unsheathed Celestial and pressed my back against Marceline's, who was pointing the gun around, looking for trouble.

"How did we get here?" I asked.

"That would be me!" laughed a familiar, mischievous voice.

"Show yourself, Discord!" I yelled.

"I'm right here." he said, melting out of a tree. "How's it going, friends?"

"Give us the Veils, Discord." said Marceline, pointing Lunar at his face.

"Please don't shoot me!" he said, dropping to his knees and crying. "I beg you! I don't want to die!"

"Well… just give us the masks and we won't hurt you." said Marceline, lowering the gun slightly. Discord slithered past me and yanked the gun from my sister's hand.

"Really?" he chuckled, twirling the gun around. "No way did you fall for that!"

"Give it back, Discord! That's our Dad's gun!" said Marceline angrily.

"I know. I was there." said Discord, throwing the gun in the air and catching it.

"What do you gain from this?" I asked. "What do you want?"

"Eternal chaos and a ham-and-cheese sandwich." he said. "Although, I could easily get one of those things now." He snapped his lion fingers and a sandwich appeared on top of his head. He knocked it up in the air and caught it in his mouth.

"Discord, just give us the Veils." I said. "We really don't want any trouble."

"I'm sure you don't, but this is just too much fun!" he laughed. "But I do have a few issues with this little adventure."

"Like what?" asked Marceline.

"For one, a little girl like yourself shouldn't be holding guns. Perhaps I should just get rid of this." he said, squeezing Lunar tightly. The entire gun began to emit a deep, midnight-blue glow, confusing me, Marceline and Discord. The light grew brighter and brighter, until eventually…

POP!

The gun burst into light. The light beamed itself at Marcelines left hand, where it reformed into Lunar. She grabbed it, confused but undeniably pleased with herself. That must've been what Mom meant by "powerful magic".

"Cool." said Marceline.

"Since when could you do that?" I asked.

"Since 13 seconds ago. Pretty strange, huh?"

"Ahem." coughed Discord. "I do not like being ignored."

"Oh yes, what were we talking about? No guns for me?" said Marceline. "Well, if I can't have guns, my little brother definitely shouldn't have a sword."

"Little brother?" I said in disbelief. "You were born twenty-eight seconds before me. 28 seconds!"

"I meant you're little as in height."

"We're the same size! We've always been the same height!" I said.

"But let's face it, I'm clearly supposed to be the older one."

"How so?"

"I figured out my magic thing first. What can you do with that sword?" she asked. What pissed me off was that she had a point. I had no clue what I could do.

"I'll figure it out later." I said.

"Hey!" shouted Discord angrily. "I do not like being ignored!"

"And we don't like it when you mess with our family." said Marceline. "So give us the masks, and maybe we'll listen to you."

"I had another idea. Didn't you wonder why I teleported you to the Everfree Forest?" he asked, snapping his eagle fingers. From each of the trees surrounding us dropped several thick, thorny vines. He pointed at us, laughing, as the vines shot forward, straight at my left eye.

"Didn't see that one coming, did you?" laughed Discord.