So, this has been a very eventful day.

Let me clarify by telling you all exactly what has happened.

It was just like any of my normal days out here in the Everfree. Renkinjutsu woke me up early so I could get ready. Zecora made breakfast (recently she added eggs and bacon, although she rarely makes them). Then, Urahara dragged me out before I was done and set me to meditate before training.

This is where the fun bit starts. Why? Because recently, I’ve started seeing things floating in the void when I meditate. Strange things….. I’ve seen a golden coin, some kind of cylindrical metal tube, a rupee with a triforce on it, something that looks like the T-Virus from Resident Evil (Which I have avoided because of what the last Resident Evil guy did), and a small tear drop shaped talisman with the insignia of a helmet….

Oh, but that doesn’t include the one I saw today.

As I was meditating, I saw a blue freaking cube float in front of my face. The first thing I thought of was, oh hey look, the tesseract, so I grabbed it.

What happens next? I’m not meditating. Instead I got teleported to the freaking void, only for a portal to open up and instantly toss me out. Which sucked.

Why did it suck? Because I tripped while I was falling out of the portal…..

What sucked even more? I accidentally summoned someone again, because I dropped the freaking cube. No joke, I just dropped it and boom. He was there.

He slipped out of a hole in the air, faceplanting with the ground in front of me. It left me to wonder, was this what my entrance to Drake’s world looked like?

Anyways, I freaked out and drew my sword on the poor guy. Then I just stood there…. waiting… watching… monitoring his every-

This is getting creepy now.

He wasn’t moving, seeming content to simply lie there with his face in the-

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

Or he could be asleep... What the actual hell? He let out another groaning snore, and flopped onto his side. It was then I noticed this guy...was wearing nothing but a pair of rainbow colored tighty whiteys, and a weird watch.

…. Why?.... No seriously, why? Why on Earth would you wear-

And again, saying things before thinking. I actually knew people who would wear those kind of things…. not to mention that that one pony with the rainbow mane would probably be one of them.

He let out another snore, and I decided to wake him up… by violently kicking him in the side and shouting, “Get up!”

What? I never claimed to be a saint.

He awoke with a start, flailing about and letting out a frightened grunt.

“What? I, she with the paddle, what? Blueberry...on Thursday…” And with that he turned back over, and was soundly back asleep.

I kicked him again, intent on waking him up. Why should he get to sleep while I was awake? I mean seriously, the only reason that I woke up early is because Urahara insisted on meditating before training.

“Nyeagh! Crap, I’m up, I’m up!” he yelled out, blearily wiping at his eyes. “God damnit Twilight, what the hell was so important that I-” He finally stopped, seeing me for the first time, with my sword pointed at his face, no less. “Uh...theres a distraction behind you? Would you believe that? Any chance whatsoever?” he tried, in vain.

“Nice try, buddy,” I said. “But that’s not going to work. Now, I don’t intend on hurting you, but I do have a few questions.”

He visibly relaxed, folding his arms over his chest. “Shoot. I’m an open book, and it doesn’t look like I got much to lose. First things first though…” he looked down towards his toes, then back up at me, “Can I have my clothes back?”

“You didn’t come with them,” I said flatly. “Ya kinda came here stark naked.”

“Wait...So we’re in your Equestria?” he asked, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Yep,” I said before immediately facepalming. “And I’m being a bad host,” I lowered my sword and offered my hand, “My name’s Dox.”

“Um, Wade,” He stated, getting to his feet and shaking my hand while looking up at me. “Sorry about the drop in, it isn’t supposed to work like that. The way it’s supposed to work, is that you summon me via my token, I get the request, and then I can say yes or no. I’ve never had it happen...while I was asleep…”

“Well then,” I said. “This is honestly the second time I’ve summoned someone. I’ve never had to say anything… ever. The last one, I hit. This one I dropped…. apparently tokens don’t like brute force. At least, the ones I’ve found don’t.”

He looked around, ignoring me for a few seconds. I was about to voice my displeasure at that when he suddenly started...shrinking.

His flesh melted and twisted together, his skin color changing drastically. His skin grew paler, taking on almost a greenish pallor, while his hair changed from a darkish brown to an almost greenish blonde. His hair lengthened, forming what I think is called a ‘pixie cut’, but I’ve never been that good with fashion so it could easily be called something else…

Clothes grew out of his skin as he shrunk,was wearing some sort of green, sleeveless shirt with a stylized crescent moon on it. It was tied off with a sash, that surprisingly hung down lower than what looked orange bike shorts.Purple slippers grew out of his feet, along with green socks almost reaching his biking shorts.

His body continued to shrink, softening on his...now her curves. He actually was turning into a girl, what the flipping hell? No, seriously, what the hell was going on here? What is he doing? Some kind of transformation obviously, but even then, WHY A GIRL? He curious? Is it gonna be like that other world? I hope not.

Finally, the changes slowed, and ceased. He opened his eyes, looking at me with a green eye on his right, and a...I’m honestly not sure what the hell it was, it looked like he now had a smooth chunk of emerald where his left eye should be. What the absolute hell…. Ok, if this is some kind of transformation, he had to have seen something like this- wait, was this… did he?

He looked like a green version of Pearl, from the cartoon [url= Universe.

“Sorry about this,” He said, his now feminine voice confirming my suspicions, by sounding exactly like Pearl from the show, “But this is the only form I have that comes with clothes. Pretty much everything else I have requires the clothes I’m previously wearing, or else my clothes just morph away completely. I hope you don’t mind, but I was getting super uncomfortable just talking to some random guy in nothing but my underwear.”

“It makes sense,” I said. “But, morphing? The heck? Are you using some kind of magic, or what?” I asked.

He...she…it? looked around a couple seconds, before…his gaze fell upon the tesseract-esque cube.

“Thats my token,” he claimed, picking it up, “It’s from the book series Animorphs, the original lets me morph. It’s called an Escafil Device, if you were wondering.”

“Holy crap,” I said. “I remember that series! I read it when I was younger! It was a good series, but um, how did you get the Escafil Device? Creepy merchant guy?”

“According to the other Displaced,” he started, tossing me the cube, “He calls himself The Merchant. His motif is that he sells you an item from a given fiction, mythology or otherwise, then strands you in a random Equestria. So what...did you get?” he asked, inspecting my appearance.

“Well, I’d think it would help with a visual more than anything,” I said.

I took off my cloak and shook it twice, and let it transform into the long, black, hooded cloak it normally is, then put it on. I then proceeded to reach into my pocket and pull out the set of strange playing die that I had bought from the merchant.

“I bought these,” I said, showing them to him, “Every now and then they glow, then I roll them, then they stop glowing. I don’t know what any of the rolls mean, though. It’s kinda weird if you ask me.”

“Dice?” he asked, leaning over my hand and poking at the assorted die, “So...you have magic D&D powers or something? Roll for initiative?” he joked, scratching at his head.

“As far as I’ve seen,” I said. “All the spells I’ve been able to cast come straight from D&D, even the race of the character. Fun thing is, I was the dungeon master, not a player. Somehow I ended up being a homebrew rule that I made up called the DM’s Champion. I still don’t know how that happened. What about you? Ya just found that, and got teleported?”

He got a sour look on his face. I could tell this wasn’t exactly the best memory for him based on that one flicker, but he quickly regained his semi jovial appearance as he replied.

“Yeah, pretty much. I was at a convention, and I found it on a random table in between halls. The guy selling it had a shitton of other animorphs stuff, I kinda wish I had grabbed some of it before getting deported from the universe…”

“Wow,” I said, “that sounds pretty shitty. The guy just sorta approached me when I got my stuff. It was almost the last day of the con, and he seemed like he was in a hurry, so there’s that, too.”

“Who is that outside I hear? Dox, tis you! I did not think you so near…”

I suddenly found a VERY female body clinging desperately to me, holding me between itself and the door of Zecora’s cottage.

“Twas not my intent to cause such fear. Let your friend know, there be no danger here!”

“Yo, Wade,” I said, “You okay? Waaaaade~?”

“Sorry,” he stated, physically shivering against me. God that’s weird. “I didn’t exactly have a favorable meeting with the first Zecora I met. Even though none since have been like her…” He peeked over my shoulder, to which Zecora gave us both an amused glance, “It’s something that seems to have stuck with me. Twilight thinks I might have PTSD or something… At the very least she’s the normal pony version...she is normal, right? Your world isn’t a crazy ‘everything is in heat all the time’ world, is it?”

“No,” I said. “Where the hell did you go to find a place full of ponies that are always in heat? Speaking of that, try to avoid Drake Blackwood’s world around the heat period there. The anthros will rape you. I don’t care what they are, they just will. I got lucky, turned from kidnapping, into rape, into consensual sex. Dem changelings.”

“God damn,” he uttered, “It sounds just like Donkey Kongs world. Which, by the way, avoid a glowing golden banana, and a Displaced requesting you that sounds like he’s a stereotypical surfer dude. If you’ve seen the horrendous cartoon, he sounds like that. Everyone is in heat, all the time, and the entire world is nothing but furries. Anthro, I guess. Weird as hell.”

He glared over my shoulder at Zecora for a few second, before he broke into a huge grin.

“Thats right! I have a rat morph now! Can’t rape a rat, ha! Eat that!” he yelled, flinging a finger forward to point at Zecora.

“You have heard from twisted tongues, if you have heard that I eat meat. I would rather partake of a boars dung, before consuming such a ...’treat’.” she replied, wrinkling her muzzle in disgust.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the two. They were both acting so ridiculously.

“Dude,” I said, “She’s not going to rape you. Just accept it! Not all Zecora’s are the same!”

“I’m not stupid,” he nearly yelled in my ear, before I pushed him away. Let him shield his own freaking self from the ‘dangers’ of the demure shamaness. “I know full well they aren’t the same. It’s just...when I hear her voice, and the way she rhymes…” he looked back between the two of us, acting like a flighty little girl. “I can’t help it, my skin gets cold, I break out in goosebumps and a cold sweat, and I can’t look in her direction without feeling afraid!”

“You said that one was an anthro?” I asked. “This one’s not. Calm your flat chest.”

“Flat? I wish, I..wait, why am I getting upset over what is basically a compliment? Sorry...I..sorry. I’m just...Sorry…” he trailed off, looking at the ground.

“It’s okay, buddy,” I said, attempting to comfort him. “It’s okay. Let’s get inside, shall we?” I asked, motioning him inside.

We walked inside, and Wade took a seat. After asking if Zecora had any clothes -a cloak or anything would be fine, he claimed- Zecora replied that her one personal cloak was currently at the seamstress being serviced. Wade was a bit despondent at that, and was still a bit fidgety. After Zecora offered us some zebrican tea, he managed to actually start to look relaxed.

“So…”he asked, shooting Zecora another wary look, “What’s up? I assume you haven’t summoned me just for shits and giggles?”

“Well, as I told you, I kinda did it on accident,” I said. “But since you’re here, maybe you can help me with a problem I have.”

“Well...it does say in my phrase thingy that I’m willing to help. So, I guess, shoot.”

“Well, there is the fact that the ponies in this world, minus the ones in our company, seem to be insane,” I started. “They keep telling me about this weird prophecy. Then they try to lock me up. Honestly, the last time it happened, I could have sworn something was up with them. They were fine for a bit, then poof, back to insanity. Think you could help with that?”

“Uh...sure. Don’t know how much help I’d be if they’re as insane as you say they are…” he got a pensive look on his face, reaching up and started to tap on his stone eye with a green tipped finger. What the hell. Can he not feel that? “I guess if they’re under a spell or something we could look for the caster, or the object thats messing with them. Did you happen to notice anything odd, well, odder than normal around them?”

“Nothing that I could see,” I said. “Come to think of it, actually, there’s something weird about what was going on. There was a party for me, but then a big prissy pony said ‘Get him’ and everyone obeyed. That was right before I scared Pinkie Pie…. Could it be something with the 6?” I asked.

“You actually managed to scare Annoying Pink? Dang, gimmie a copy of your guidebook, I wanna steal your secrets,” he joked, “You said prissy pony. I’ve technically met everyone in ponyville due to...previously aforementioned Annoying Pinks meddling by throwing me a party. I don’t remember all of them, but if you give me a description I might be able to narrow down a name…”

Just then, there was a loud growling noise that came from outside.

“The hell was that?” I asked.

“Wasn’t me,” Wade oh so helpfully supplied.

“Well, let’s go check it out then!” I yelled at him.

I quickly got up and headed outside with Wade tailing me. Upon getting outside, we both came face to face with a huge bear with a yellow… and pink... object on its back. The heck is on its back?

“Hi there...Misha? Misha, right? Whatcha doing all the way out here?” Wade asked, addressing the bear.

The bear didn’t respond, instead growling at Wade. What the hell did he expect? It took a swipe at him, and he recoiled with a violent jerk of his back. It almost looked like he jackknifed backwards, before he extended one leg and did a pirouette away, like a freaking ballerina. The hell? No, the [expletive deleted].

Wade righted himself, and took a second to look back at the bear. “The...hell? I didn’t do that. Did you do something?” he asked, directing his attention towards me.

“Me?” I asked. “Why would I do anything?! This is the first time I’ve even seen a normal animal! All I’ve seen in this world is ponies and wolves made of wood!”

“Thats Misha, one of Fluttershy’s animals!” he yelled at me, spinning away from another swipe. “What the hells wrong with him, he usually wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

“I don’t know!” I screamed, dodging a swipe from the large bear. “It’s probably the same thing wrong with everyone else!”

“Misha? Come on you great big fluffy teddybear, don’t make me hurt you!” Wade yelled, dodging yet another swipe. “Alright, you asked for it!” he yelled as he placed a hand over his rock eye.

Stupid, he was just taking away his depth perception, did he want to die here? With a sudden jerk, he tore his hand outwards, dragging a glowing mass of magic out of his eye. Within a few second, the mass solidified, becoming an emerald sword. It looked like the kind a pirate would have-what are they called, a cutlass?- except for the fact that it had a large, ornate hand guard over a two handed hilt.

“I don’t want to hurt you Misha,” he stated, reversing the blade and holding the guard as the handle, “but I know your head’s thick enough to take a few bumps!”

“Get out of the way!” I yelled at Wade. “If you’re not going to do something, I will!” At that point, I brought down my sword and yelled, “Hit Stream!” My sword launched a large blue slash that headed straight towards Misha. It nailed him dead on in the chest, but it didn’t cut him, it just knocked him back a few feet. He then proceeded to roar at me once again before reaching behind him and pulling off the pink and yellow thing from his back. He tossed it to the ground and walked away.

The heck? Why isn’t he in two pieces like the dummy? Wait a sec, if this is like that thing I did to Drake a while back…..

“Does...that mean we win? The hell was that he...Oh god.” he stopped, seeing the yellow and pink thing that was now on the ground.

I walked up next to him and asked, “What’s up with… the…. thing…..”

Upon reaching Wade, I was able to see what the thing was. It was a dazed yellow pony with a long, pink mane….. Wait a sec…. Long, pink mane?.....

…...Shit……

Right then, the pony gets up and jumps on Wade, crawling around and trying to get on his back.

“AGH! What the crap! Gettoff Flutters!” he yelled, doing an amusing jig as he twisted and turned, trying to dislodge the petite pegasus.

He gradually grew slower, until he stopped struggling altogether. He turned towards me and let out a low growl. His eye-the real one, not the freakish rock thing- had glazed over, and he wasn’t looking anywhere in particular as he returned the blade in his hands to its normally held position, suddenly rushing me!

It wasn’t that effective of an attack. I easily parried his blade, buckling slightly at the strength behind it-seriously, his arms were tiny, how the hell did he get so much power behind his strikes?- but easily turning it away.

“Wade!” I yelled at him. “The hell are you doing? I’m your friend! Snap out of it!”

He merely let out another groaning snarl, once again trying to cut me in half. I say trying, but it was barely that. Wade’s sword might have been impressive...but his swordsmanship was not. He was flopping it around like a drunkard with a broken bottle…. Actually, that’s a compliment, he was worse.

I quickly positioned the tip on my blade near his hilt, and snapped it out of his hand. Slapping him in the face with the flat of the blade, Wade tumbled to the ground, dislodging the yellow pegasus.

“The...hell was that?” Wade whined, nursing the darkening bruise that patterned his face.

“She did,” I said, pointing to the now dazed pegasus. “Any idea what to do with-”

I was interrupted by her trying to jump back on top of Wade, and once more his eye became glazed over.

“Oh no you don’t you little-” I lashed out with a boot, catching the pony on the chin and flinging her to the ground.

“I...nyeafffgh,” he muttered, slowly getting to his feet.

The yellow pegasus was apparently out cold, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

“Zecora!” I belted out, turning to the cottage, “Do you have any rope?”

“She left while you two were fighting,” said a familiar voice. “I got ya though. Bakudo number 4. Hainawa.”

The little pony became bound in some kind of rope made of energy. Wow, isn’t it great knowing someone that shouldn’t exist in Equestria?

“Thanks Urahara!” I called out. “Come on, lets get her inside.”

“Is...that a freaking pony version of Urahara Kisuke?” Wade asked, reclaiming his sword from where it had been lying on the ground. With halted movement, he tapped the sword’s pommel against his rock eye, and it got sucked back in. Like some sort of perverse omnom nom meme.

“For the short of it, yes.” I said. “Long of it, he’s training me for now. He’s told me recently that he’s almost out of stuff to teach me though.”

“Damn,” Wade uttered, visibly impressed, “Does that mean you can go hollow or something? Or just swordplay?”

“So far it’s just swordplay,” I said, “He has been teaching me some stuff about meditation, for all that’s worth.”

“Is that it?” he asked, flinching at Urahara’s flash of a grimace, “Not to say having an ex commander of the soul society teach you swordsmanship isn’t impressive. It is. Just… Is he not teaching you anything else?”

“Well, he taught me how to use some of my ‘powers’, if you can call them that,” I said. “Come on, lets get Fluttershy inside, then I’ll show you what I mean.”

“What? Oh yeah,” he walked over to Fluttershy, and lifted her inert form over a shoulder. He followed me inside Zecora’s hut, and set her down on Zecora’s couch before rubbing at the bruise that ran across his face. “My face hurts,” he whined.

“Stop your whining,” I said, “There’s a demonstration to be had!”

“Fine, fine,” he replied, rubbing at his face. “Hey Urahara, do you have any human pants? like, just sweatpants or something?”

“Sorry, buddy,” Urahara said, “I don’t. All I do have is the pony gigai, and I’m pretty sure you can’t use that.”

“Anyways…” I started, readying my sword, “Let’s go outside so we can start the demonstration.”

It wasn’t like Fluttershy was gonna get up and run amuk, so we just left her laying on the couch inside as we exited Zecora’s cottage. Urahara flash stepped, placing 28 dummies in the clearing around her cottage in under a second. Showoff.

“Let’s get started,” I said. “First off, we have… well, I don’t even know what to call it. Basically, I can channel energy of some sort into my sword for a stronger attack. Let me show you.”

I started… well, channeling energy into the sword. What did you expect? Some fancy words that mean the same thing? Anyways, when I finished I slashed at the dummy, leaving a deep gash on its chest.

“Now,” I started, “I can also unleash that energy with a move that I’m starting to call ‘Hit Stream’. Don’t ask about the name, it just happened to happen when I said that during a training session, so that’s what I’m calling it.”

I did much of the same thing for the last move, but this time, I took a few steps back before bringing my sword skyward -theres a joke here involving skyward swords...I’m just not seeing it-. I brought it straight down and it emitted a blue slash (beam? I don’t know. It’s like Benehime’s scream attack.) of energy that hit the dummy and cleaved it in two…. Ok, what the hell is up with this attack? First it breaks a dummy, then just hits the bear with no marks, then it destroys the dummy again. What. The. Hell.

“I’ve also been learning a bit of Flash Step….” I said. “But I’m not that good with it yet.”

“Just show him,” Urahara commanded.

“Fine, fine,” I said. “But when I fall on my face, you know why.”

“Trust me, I do that enough as is. I’m not gonna make fun of you for something you can’t control.” Wade responded, reminding me of just how he arrived. Poor guy, even does it in his sleep, apparently.

I took off running a bit before I think -and this is a big ‘I think’- I started doing flash step. I say I think, because every time I look down I-

It was after the seventh dummy that I tripped up on myself and was sent flying into a tree.

“Ooooow,” I moaned.

Wade was obviously trying to hold back a fit of laughter, but he managed to restrain himself after Urahara poked his bruise, fully erasing his good mood.

“I...er...yeah. sorry. Almost laughed. My bad. That looked painful, are you alright?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said, getting up, “It hurt a lot.”

“Well sucks for you,” he said with a grin, “once I get back to my Equestria, I’ll be able to just morph my bruise away, You gotta live with yours…”

“That’s what you think,” I said. “It’ll be gone before you know it. I heal really fast. Oh! I almost forgot. I have one more move to show you, but before I do, I have a question.”

“Questions are good. Shoot.” Wade said, almost tripping over his own feet as he moved to lean against the wall of the cottage.

“Now, don’t freak out,” I started, “But what’s your opinion on stab wounds?”

He got a pensive look on his face, “I don’t like pain in general, but if you’re asking how I’d react to a stab wound on me, I’d probably cry for a few seconds and complain about how much pain I was in, before morphing back to my original form as fast as I could. Then I’d morph back to this form seeing as, well, see my previous explanation involving clothes.”

“Okay then,” I said. “It’s time for Judgement!”

I rushed him. He had to see this. I had no plan on hurting him, but he had to see this.

Wade flinched back, letting out a surprised yelp and ‘dodged’ back -really it was more of a swollen step, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt in saying that it wasn’t just him falling over- as he suddenly hunched over, his rock eye sparking like a firework.

“Oooh~” hummed Urahara, Leaning over from his position. ”Forgot to warn you. Don’t use that on ponies...people that can absorb energy. Unless you pack in enough to kill them, they’ll just suck it up like a bowl of quality udon.”

“Thanks Urahara,” I said. “That would have been a lot more helpful if you had just told me before I tried it. Sorry about that. That was supposed to be my best move. As far as I can tell, it’s based off alignment. I don’t know how, or what, it just does. The last guy I used it on was actually a transformed human. He kinda went on a rampage in his own world and I used it to stop him.”

Wade stopped shaking, leaning backwards with a stretch. “HoooWOO! What a rush! Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna do something like that? I feel amazing! Ow. Except for my face. That still hurts. Aaaaaand my rush is gone. Nuts.”

“Well, I didn’t know,” I said. “It was supposed to be a stab kind of attack. Then we were supposed to enter the void-”

“Fret not, I have returned, with Alicorns Rhye, It shall surely cure what ails, our poor Fluttershy.”

Wade flinched worse than when I went to stab him in the chest - he got four feet of clearance, sucks for him that the threat of being stabbed didn’t rate as high for his survival instincts as a harmless mare- and hid behind a tree.

“Dude, seriously?” I asked. “Let it go. Different world, different Zecora. We’re not even near spring here, man!”

“Thank god,” He uttered, two stepping back over to us -obviously putting me between himself and Zecora- and trying to pass it off like nothing had happened.

“Now, what is it that you found, Zecora?” I asked the stripe laden mare.

“This right here is Alicorns Rhye, it rids the mind of magics stye. It will return your friends mind to her, It will be as it ever were.”

“That’s great, Zecora!” I basically screamed.

“I warn you now, the potion must be drunk, If you cannot force the victim, you’re sunk.”

“.... Well crap.” I said. “Wade, could you help out with that?”

“Uh...sure,” he said, unsure as he took the chalice from Zecora, still trying to recoil away from her as much as he could. We went back inside, and he propped Fluttershy’s head up on his lap. “Okay...I think you’re supposed to massage the throat? I think?”

He poured a tiny amount into her mouth, and tipped her head back with one hand while stroking her throat with his other. Sure enough, I could hear the animal loving pegasus swallow. First success under his belt, Wade tipped the remainder down her gullet, repeating the process.

With a start, Fluttershy awoke.

She looked blearily at Wade for a second, like she was trying to see something far away. Finding herself immobile due to the sparkling light rope, she let out a giggle.

“Um, is she okay?” I asked Zecora. “She seems…. loopy. Kinda like she’s…”

“Doooooox~” She trilled, wobbling her head from side to side. “Your lap is so soooooooooft~ and theres two of you! Two laps… all mine… all mine to lay on...mmmmmmmm”

“Wade,” I started, “You need any help getting her off you?”

“Not really,” He replied, easily lifting Fluttershy off his lap, before plunking her back down on the couch. “So I guess the ‘rye’ part of that name isn’t just for theatrics?”

“It is true, this draught holds sway with pitchers of wine, a small price to pay to get ones mind back in line.”

“She’s drunk,” I stated. “She’s drunk enough to kill someone. She’s freaking drunk.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Urahara said, “I had a drop of it just to see what it was like. I was drunk for weeks.”

“I guess that’s that.” I said. “Hey, if I need any more help, can I call on you?”

“Sure thing, sorry I wasn’t that much of a help, do you have a token I should be looking out for?”

“Yeah, about that,” I started. “I don’t have a token… nor do I know how to make one…. Could I… get some help with what to do?”

“Well, I didn’t make mine. But so far my general advice of ‘hold something you want to be your token, and just will it into being one while reciting a summon phrase’, that seems to work. for some reason.”

“Oh, okay then,” I said. “So, uh. What to use…. What to use….”

Aaaand dice are glowing again. Wait… just the d6….. The hell?

I took out the die in question, but before I could roll it, its glow became bright, up to the point where I had to shield my eyes. When I removed my arm, in my hand was the die, along with a strange copy that had a purplish tint to it….. I guess the dice wanted to help or something….

“Would this work?” I asked Wade.

“Looks like,” he muttered, leaning in close to take a closer look. He somehow was so absorbed in my newest acquisition that he completely forgot about how close Zecora was. I almost had an urge to shove him onto her, just to watch him squirm.

“So, what I just say an oath or something?” I asked.

“As far as I know…”

“Okay then.” I said.

“This is for anyone who needs help or just wants a friend. Summon the Dungeon Master of Equestria if you’re ever in need.

“So now what?” I asked. “Is it supposed to do something, or am I supposed to do something or what?”

“Uh, basically, I’ll take it and hand it off to Auric once I get a hold of him. He knows how to distribute them.”

“Distribute them? How?” I asked. “Wait, does it have something to do with the void? I mean, that’s kinda where I found your token.”

“Well, yeah. Auric made my token, and then he opened up a hole in the air and tossed it in.”

“Like, this?” I said, feeling around for the edges of space again. “Aaaaand open!”

With that, I pulled open a portal to the void and tossed in the d6.

“Tada!” I said.

“Oh.” Wade uttered, a look of dumbfounded appreciation on his face. “I guess that works.”

“Well, I guess that’s it then,” I said. “But, uh, one more thing.”

And with that, I pushed Wade into Zecora.

He tumbled head over heels, getting his limbs tangled in hers. Once he was aware that he was basically nose to muzzle with her, he let out quite an impressively girly squeal of terror, shoving her off and back peddling as fast as he could.

I bust out laughing. It was just too funny.

I stopped laughing when a brown pony with a green mane walked out from behind some trees started….. growling at us. His eyes were slitted like a reptile, and, I swear, it looked like he had fangs.

Wade stopped moving, watching the strange reptile pony. He made no reaction, save for tracking the pony with his eyes, and gradually gaping his mouth wider and wider. Any more and he might have been able to stuff a whole trout inside.

“Uh...should I be worried? So far the only threatening thing has really just been a cute pink and yellow fluffball, by all lines of causality this should be a benign event, right? Right?” He asked hopefully.

“Don’t worry,” I said, walking over to the strange pony, “Just give me a second and I’ll handle this.”

When I reached the pony, I lifted up my right hand and then brought it down across his face. This, in turn, caused the pony to sprawl to the floor and close his eyes. When he got up, he looked around for a little bit before asking us where the heck he was. His eyes had changed to the normal giant eyes that I was used to for the ponies, just big and round… honestly, they all look kinda squishy….. WHAT?!?!

“Sleeping,” I started, “It happened, again. Just go get your potion from Zecora then go home.” -I turned to Wade- “That’s Sleeping, this happens just about every week, as far as I can tell. He runs out of potion, then his alternate personality starts going nuts, he ends up here and we send him home.”

“Thanks!” said Sleeping as he left.

“Don’t mention it, little buddy!” I called after him.

“Creepy…” Wade muttered.

“I know, but it happens,” I said. “What ya gonna do?”

“Complain and hide from the terrifying looking lizard pony? Although, I guess that is kinda rude. Should I apologize, you think?”

“If you ever stop by again, yeah,” I said. “He’s honestly kind of sensitive. But it’s okay. Speaking of that, don’t you have a universe to get back to?”

“I honestly don’t have any way of returning when I want. It’s completely random, sometimes I only stay in a given world for a few minutes, other times entire days go by. It kinda just happens whenever it wants, as if the multiverse is be-”

Suddenly, Wade just...wasn’t there. Well then….

I guess that means I’m free to do whatever…..

Just then, a little portal opened up and pooted out (I’m being serious, it even made the little poot noise) the same cube I had grabbed from earlier. I guess I have another token to add to my collection.

Author's Notes:

And that's my crossover with Flutters is Shy and his story, Applegate.
Thanks for doing the crossover, it means a bunch to me.

Also, guys, Dox is finally available to be summoned!
This is for anyone who needs help or just wants a friend. Summon the Dungeon Master of Equestria if you’re ever in need.

Just remember to PM me before you do use him. I'll try and make time so that we can make a chapter together.

Also, for that guy that I promised the cameo to, I hope I did good.

Also, don't expect long chapters like this to become the norm..... I'm not that good, and I got help by a much better author than me.