“AHH!” Midnight gasps, waking up from her unknown slumber. The empress wipes her eyes, only to see solid white surrounding her, to her left, her right, above and below. She then notices how she feels nothing in her new surroundings as well. No floor beneath her, no air or wing, not even any gravity was to be felt in the white emptiness she was in.

“Am I dead?” She asks herself, only for her voice is immediately echo back to her from nowhere. Midnight then looks to see her purple, injured hooves underneath her where they should be. “I’m not in a coma I think…” Midnight then raises a hoof up to her chest and gives a single pound, causing a bolt of pain to surge through her. “And I’m certainly not in a dream…” Soon, logic and memory return to her head as the realization of where she is. “I’m inside the void! But why? Should I be disintegrated since nothing else in in here?” The empress then takes a moment to think of a reason why. After a minute or two, she begins examine herself out of boredom, only to see a disgusting fate before her. All of her metallic wings were gone, only leaving ruffled fur and bright red lumps of flesh where they used to be. What came next was the most horrific pain anypony could imagine, as Midnight’s brain overloads with the nerves in her back finally screaming.

“No…” Midnight murmurs, trying to remain stoic despite the tons of pain pulsating through her back. However, this didn’t last long, as Midnight gives in in mere seconds and screams at the top of her lungs. Tears practically shower from her eyes and hover around in the empty void. The bawling continues for several minutes, before the empress can finally create words once more. “Why, why, why did it have to be me?! All this pain, this torture, this eternity of nothing, why did it all have to be me?!” Inside the empress’ mind, despite all of the pain and sorrow exploding in her head, her mental gears begin to spin their corruptive twist to the story that had unfolded.

From what it seems, my wing activated and flung me into the void, but protected me as I entered it. But what caused it? I had the perfect grip on that tiny pony.

Did I activate my wing to save Twilight from myself?

No, it went off accidentally and Twilight got away.

No, Twilight activated it and got away.

Yes, it’s all her fault… If she had not activated my wing, I would’ve had my revenge.

No, if she joined my side, I would’ve won the war.

No, if she didn’t join the resistance, I would’ve taken them down easily and have my empire to myself.

No, if she did come into this world, there wouldn’t have been somepony to be my weakness.

No, if she was Empress Midnight in the first place, then there would’ve been no possible opposition. It’s all that one single Twilight’s fault for everything to fall. YES!

Midnight, now full of rage and nothing else left in her, stops sobbing, and announces a speech that she hoped that Twilight would hear, “Twilight Sparkle, I know that you are responsible for bringing me down to this lowest of state anypony can imagine. Allow me to impress upon you the severe mistake you have made. For years my conduct has been largely calm and orderly, and yet with the provocation of your meddling, you have severed my détente to any and all ponies and forced me to unleash upon you the vengeful flames of a thousand suns. You shall curse your mother for the day of your birth! So go now, GO, and begin your life of fear, knowing that when you least expect it, the looming sword of Damoclover will CRASH down upon you, cleaving you in twain, and as you gaze upon the smoking wreckage that was once your life, you will regret the day you crossed THE WRONG PONY! I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy me and my empire. And you will know I am the ultimate pony when I lay my vengeance upon you and your friends. I shall make sure that every one of your friends and loved experience the worst fates a pony can even imagine and that you shall watch each and every single one of them with as much exposure as possible. And only then, will I launch you into this void and leave you to be tortured for all of ETERNITY AND BEYOND! I am Empress Midnight, and I will escape this void, I will find you and EXACTLY you, and I will make the rest of your eternity worse than any version of Tartarus! I! AM! EMPRESS MIDNIGHT!!!”

“Sheesh…” A lone, male echo speaks after Midnight’s rant, “you sure are dedicated to this. I find it rather unhealthy. I was just reading a good book with my buddy and when we reached Chapter #38, there was this annoying shrill interrupted our reading time.”

“Who’s that?” Then, out of nowhere, a familiar draconequus pops up from behind Midnight and twirls her around to face him.

“It is I, Discord, you remember me right?”

“You’re the traitor that was with that centaur when I came back from exile.”

“Oh, no, you’re thinking of me.”

“What?” Suddenly, a part of the white void behind Discord opens like a door to reveal pitch black behind it. Another draconequus exits from the doorway and closes it behind him. In a flash of light, the second Discord teleports right next to his alternate version and introduces himself,

“I am the Discord of your world missy. It appears you have a hobby for putting spirits of chaos in the same Tartarus. But I thank you for that because I’ve recently been able to actually spend some time with somepony who is fun. I was able to relearn the concept of friendships because of your little hobby.”

“But how did you reach me?”

“Is she seriously questioning chaos?”

“I’m afraid so,” the first Discord sighs in playful shame, “there is no restriction that says you can restrict chaos.”

“And now with double the Discord…”

“The chaos has been doubled!” The two cheer in unison before the second Discord continues,

“Try to wrap your head around that.”

Midnight begins to become upset with the two’s antics and barks back, “that doesn’t answer my question.”

“It doesn’t have to,” the original Discord merrily replies, “like how you were able to deflect my magic. I have could just overcome the restriction, but I don’t have to, because it chaos.”

“That doesn’t make any sense though.”

“I know right! Isn’t it just wonderful?”

“Never mind, just get me out of here now!”

“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry Midnight, but the last flight to Ponyville has been fully booked. I wish I could help but… reasons.”

“HEY!” The two Discord then begin to shrink rapidly, saying one last thing to Midnight in unison,

“TTFN, Ta-Ta For Now!” In that moment, the Discords grew so small that Midnight could not see them anymore. The lone pony stared at where two disappeared for a good minute, trying to contemplate what just happened. She decides to ditch the thought and return to her meditation of revenge upon realizing that trying to make sense of two spirits of chaos was impossible.

“Sooner or later Twilight… Sooner or later…”