Displaced Encounter and Disturbances
[Maretropolis – Bad part of town – Doctor Doom]
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My vision became clear and a frown formed behind my now metal mask, distant sounds of a busy metropolis filled my ears but it was off, no sounds of cars but there were sounds of wheels and a few walking that sound like clip clops, using my calculating mind to come to some obvious conclusions with a few simple tests. The first was to ‘smack’ my forehead to see if I was in a coma or dreaming, answer one was this being real and what I wore and saw was perceived as real besides the throbbing pain. Second was taking in my environment only to notice a few things, it was maybe midnight, the spot I was in was a dirty alley way, for I gaze around noting that there were lit skyscrapers and other lights above the clouds.

Opening my palms wide I point upwards at one convenient light overhead and the following pop as electric energy flowed from it into my armor, note to self the nearby circuit box ALSO blew open feeding MORE electricity into my body building up some type of boosted power generation system enabled. As the visual effect of electric power zapping along my armor was rather cool to note, besides the invigoration of a overcharge.

I’m hoping to have been ‘blessed’ by some god thing or worse simply dumb luck dropped the hammer upon me to get this possibility, I only smiled at seeing the power current from some of the nearby lights flicker in a shattering pop too while electric current coursed into my suit and body scorching the ground around my body.

Finally looking around just in case the noise drew anyone resulted in a floating ‘page’ that I just noticed simply being there, carefully grabbed that paper read much like a letter, cute, what it did say intrigued me but also infuriated my once hopeful optimism and perhaps my greatest wish came true with ‘issues’.

Dear ‘Doctor Doom’,
We hath seized the opportunity to recruit thou to be ‘our’ little human in this ‘piece’ of the multiverse! Thou should be rather grateful that it was time taken to give this page written form upon landing in this new world, it shall be a challenge regardless as for we found thou most interesting amongst others from where thou were previously.

Let it never be said we never gave thou proper warning that things shall be difficult if ill prepared, think of it as the best chance to embrace what thou always WISHED to be. We shall be ever Observing this adventure marking a new chapter in life, do survive for it would be a sad state of affairs.

Ever Observing, Architect of Realities.
P.S. Enjoy thou beginning good luck for now, make a habit to recheck thou digital manuals.

But I have to remember that there are likely unforeseen consequences to this ‘wish come true’ that has to be prepared for, such as anyone whom became my enemy from this happenstance, which knowing my track record is going to be a tub of honey to a bear. Like that onetime being cut up by my cousin who had a ‘bad day’ and no one warned me, the bitch is crazy and should have been in a straitjacket but no! ‘Harmless like a butterfly’ my ass, or more like my slashed up face, it left me with not just a couple of scars but I counted each one, lucky number thirteen and would have stabbed my eyes out…

Moving onto other thoughts I may have to fight Doctor Doom’s enemies, oh lady luck please let it not be the Fantastic Four! Those insufferable IDIOTS cause so much drama I could vomit and wish myself clean of their insipid ‘heroism’, who even call those who cause or equate property damage or invade a foreign power just to attack their leader in the name of ‘justice’ or crap like that which in ‘some’ viewpoints it would be the ‘correct’ course of action because of circumstances.

Knowing my luck I’ll likely have similar woes or the same ones, if I even see that Mary Richards I will just ignore her at best and make it a point to find someone better. “Help!” Oh great, someone is interrupting a good brooding process and if it isn’t shut up, they’ll draw attention, if there is attention there likely will be police of some kind or worse a ‘hero’ type. When there are those kind around then it is likely to turn out into a full brawl that insipid minded fools would rush into, which for these reasons alone I’ll just nip it in the bud and maybe kidnap someone to pump for information and basic knowledge before finding a spot to hide.

Following the audio pings with a minimap forming in my mask's view I soon see a classic mugging at knife point, my expression turned into a deadpan before lifting up my hand and sending out an electric charge strong enough to put down a healthy man into his ‘tacky’ greaser outfit. “There, now you can be a good ‘damsel in distress’ and run along or something. I have a potential information source and possible expendable thug to pilfer, if he’s dead I will just leave him here.”

I didn’t bother looking at her or the man I zapped, which was until a mint green color fur covered figure wearing a set of jeans and a white t-shirt with a lyre image on the chest, matching mint green jacket like her fur, her light blue and white hair style set back into a ‘ponytail’ fashion and finally her gold colored eyes shimmered when looking at me. Did I mention that she was an equine alien thing with human features? No? Well I do know it now!

(What? You expect me to add in all her physical features for my own later perversion of mental fapping? Fine you win perverted primal instinct, don’t give me that look I know you lot are in some way! It is how any human or creature could even get excited enough to reproduce.)

Her figure was rather nice, a bit shorter than me about 5’7” but from estimations she had probably a C cup bust that was rather absurdly perky almost, decent hips with a lovely ass but also some odd horn protrusion upon her head that may serve as a goring implement or a deformity. She had what I believed to be hooves while also showing humanoid characteristics that if I was to be stuck here may grow on me over time.

There was that half lidded look of a hunger which to a very ‘irrational’ tiny part of my brain hoped this place they were not carnivores and were instead herbivores, it would make intimidation and planning easier if it was to be that, added if they were half as (in)competent as the Fantastic Four or Avengers. Which she seems to be muttering something to herself before I broke her out of her own trance, no idea why some alien equine thing would react that way, I was sort of expecting some scream of bloody murder or was I just disappointed?

“What are you looking at insipid equine creature? Is there a language barrier of understanding or are you incapable of following simple instructions?” Admittedly my wording was harsh but she seemed to vibrate with excitement before uttering a couple soft words, that quite surprised me rather well to be honest. “I would very much like to thank you for coming to my rescue, by the way are you a human?” Her tone of voice was barely withheld excitement and hope, it didn’t matter why but at least she knew what I was. Also she seemed to have shrugged off my insults for now except for the back folding of ears on her head.

Narrowing my gaze upon her as she may have likely felt my irritation towards her rising before answering simply. “Yes, I would be the ‘Pinnacle’ of the Human species. Likely the only one to exist depending on your small minded reaction, are you a scholar? If not I have little use for dead weight, for I am pressed for time and to get my baring and hide no thanks to you creature.” Lifting my left hand to simply flick her nose on the muzzle sent her onto her ass with her tail laying out flat before than ‘procuring’ all of the mugger’s things on hand to examine.

Soon walking deeper into the same alley having bypassed the strange female, only I heard the scraping of ‘hooves’ and hoped she was walking away before she in a more subdued voice dripping with joy. Responded in hopes to continue following and talking I assume, wouldn’t hurt to have a hostage at worse or a momentary show of force to any bleeding heart types. But one positive was she had a good voice, NO, stop that thought Victor, do NOT think of the equine alien female as one of those aliens from star trek who would jump Captain Kirk's bones.

“Ooooh! I was right all along, eat that Bon Bon! I knew I wasn’t crazy and my wish came true, please can I stick with you? I promise to try and stay out of your way, maybe you can stay at my apartment if you like?” Stopping a moment as I had finished counting what was ‘assumed’ to be currency, gauged the knife to be only useful for a bludgeoning ‘weapon’ because of how DULL the edge was, at least it was made out of metal.

Looking back at her as my irises held a translucent white glow that left a minor trail glow turn towards her, with how she was acting I am left wondering if she’s some groupie or stalker for the ‘exotic’ type… The likely chances of ME finding a willing and friendly minion or henchwoman was fresh piss in Death Valley for a dehydrated man on death’s doorstep. “What would YOU do if I did accept this offer? I have no reason to trust you or believe you will keep my presence a secret, if you are telling the truth why would you do so?”

By whatever thing out there, her smile widened more than humanly possible. Wait I should have expected that but back onto task she’s responding. “Well for starters my name is Lyra Heartstrings, I would be willing to obey orders that I could accomplish sir. As for trust I would hope to build that up with you from scratch! You could even punish me for being a bad filly if you like.” Say what now? Never mind let us just focus on solving some urgent exposure issues as I stand out especially if I am not hiding during the day, motioning her closer I make it a point to grab her by the neck.

“No one Betrays Victor von Doom and gets away with it alive, understood 'Lyra Heartstrings'?” She nodded her head and just as I released my grasp on her neck she nuzzled my hand which earned an awkward head rub until she shuddered when I either rubbed her horn or ears maybe both. That made some kind of ‘mint’ smell in the air only for me to flick her muzzle to lead the way. “Lead on to your ‘apartment’ though know that if anyone else lives there and you did not tell me in advance, I WILL show you the same treatment as that last ameba of brain matter who thought using a dull knife to rob another would work.”

She took to thinking for a moment with that dreamy smile before looking back at me giving her response. “I live by myself but I have a couple neighbors on my floor who likely won’t be up at this time of night, though I am sad I cannot rub it into anyone’s face that I was right…” She sighed a bit and the ‘cute alien’ routine was getting on my nerves before I ‘politely’ told her to shut it so no one gets clued in on me, also that mysterious new slightly visible burn mark on her ass was not done by me slapping her. It was by electric shock from my fingers that acted more like a ‘weak’ Taser.

The equine Lyra took it in stride and seemed to be proud I did that, I swear if she has some weird shrine to ‘humans’ or thought of ‘humans’ I will burn it to ashes. But regardless if this ‘female’ pans out as a decent go to I might keep her on when I make headway of any sort to be true to my ‘new’ self, such as taking over this city to start if I am lucky though I will hold out to learn about any ‘hero types’ who might try to stop me.

[About 32ish minutes later]

Looking at the sign from across the street only made my brow rise up asking this question, it seemed rather important before continuing as it may have been one of those places that had ‘stars’ of an adult variety to live at. “You have got to be kidding me, here? It also looks like some brothel!” I waved a hand carefully in its direction, she gave a ‘slight’ sheepish response before rubbing her butt reminded of my last zapping. “Well I kind of just moved here to Maretropolis almost two months ago so I don’t have a ‘steady’ place yet but I just got a new job that should help Victor!”

I replied with the threat of zapping her as bolts crossed my fingers that soon clenched with a clank, that made her irises shrink a bit also a blush return harder. Sighing in response I look at her to say this with as much venom she could understand my ire for these conditions, let alone my tempted thought to do which will likely involve her. “For your sake equine, things better improve, for I’ll have to get my hands ‘dirty’ in fixing this situation. So long as I am forced to be in hiding you WILL act as my ‘public’ figure for when I do ‘acquire’ the currency called 'bits' to either move us out or forcibly ‘buy’ this place from whoever runs this stain of existence.”

Pointing towards the building now I make it clear she’s to go inside, to her apartment and open a window and wave her arm outside for me to see where she lives to get inside. While I have to wait I begin reading through the helpful ‘manuals’ my suit pertains along with a few basic spells with one advanced one labeled [Teleport], once seeing what looks to be an arm waving out from a second story alley side window I smile testing the boot thruster flight capability. Launching myself quickly across the street and awkward hovering before trying to teleport myself inside the room, with a good bit of success and proving that I can cast ‘magic’.

[Maretropolis – Filly Glade Apartment: Lyra’s Place – Doctor Doom]

Looking at the interior I was quite glad it was nicer than the building was, though admittedly it seems she had the place to match her ‘style’ of being also there was that intense mint smell again. Taking measured steps looking at everything, understanding that as for ‘tech’ was a bit lacking in my opinion, though she had a sort of older styled television with an odd arrangement on top that looked magical based, giving her a sidelong glance motioning the equine ‘lyra’ closer to talk.

“Tell me, how does your ‘land’s’ magic devices work and would you have any tomes on the subject of magic or spells? For at this time it would be foolhardy to go headlong into possible danger or death here, what being new to this ‘land’.” Saying this in my most calm and reserved tone yet only seemed to up her mixture of enthusiasm and worry, which also led me into a somewhat long break down of how the things she has worked even presenting me the books she had when learning magic from school which likely wouldn’t be enough.

The spells I saw were mostly useless and none were combative spells, though some defensive and illusions might prove useful besides my armor’s shields and weapons. Every time I start to think in on myself, I could see her obviously glancing at me and giving body reactions of wanting to say something. “What is on your tiny mind insipid equine?” She both perked up and lightly blushed before getting her question out of the way, which until now I completely forgot about until my stomach grumbled.

“Could I see what you look like under your armor? What do humans eat? Also I could make you something unless you wish to do that yourself?” She was beaming with so much hope and her tone was husky, let’s see how she reacts if my face is what I think it is. Taking to unlatching my face mask with careful ease, placing it within my lap as the growing horror upon her face with actual tears in her eyes showed me that was likely the case.

“I am an Omnivore, means I eat meat and vegies. As for all this, let us just say I became myself from others HURTING me, which resulted in scarring my once handsome face or otherwise. ” I wasn’t technically lying, I did get hurt a lot before, also wondering how distracted the equine would be. Which lead me to think if other creatures here will react similar or indifference, which was completely blew out the window by what she just did to me.

Appearing to have forgotten herself she tackled me into a hug and crying against my armored form seeming to nuzzle my chest and shoulder, the feeling from that action felt so ‘odd’ but the images playing across the turned on T.V. news report drew my attention about a series of blackouts due to ‘blown fuses’, having arrested a ‘stallion’ under suspicion that he was behind it perfectly showing the rather still shocked and ‘twitching’ male having not yet woken up, if ever. It made no mention of anything else but I could see six female costumed figures in the background to ask this question. “What group of six costumed individuals would work for justice?”

The question must have halfway broken the emotional equine out of her stupor of tears, blinking a few times before softly saying this. “Are you asking about the Power Ponies?” With a slow nod as my eyes shift keeping her in my peripheral view while seeing the report, that was before it finished and turned my full attention onto her. “Well they protect the city against criminals, super villains, monsters and alien-“ she stopped herself as slow realization came to her mind as WHY I’d have forced us to hide, stressing about not being in the open only to cause her to hug me more in some protective gesture. “I won’t let them hurt you…”

That simple phrase made me pause before softly now, even pointing out a flaw in her statement. “At this point if I DID fight them now you would be completely useless in holding them off, I’d have to make you a suit of armor or somehow boost your magic potential if that was to work.” My statement only gave her a sparkling of the eyes and I think a steeling of resolve across her face? Going so far to lift one of my hands I very gently rubbed her head and ears with my hand treating her like a dog unknowingly triggering something since I lack any knowledge on how these aliens function.

Until that was finally flicking her nose and pointing towards the kitchen only made her flop onto the floor and scramble to the kitchen giving out a ‘Sorry!’ response, but I think her blushing antics or dog like fanaticism or loyalty might grow on me yet for her obsession with humans. I will have to confirm if she does have some type of ‘shrine’ towards ‘humans’ or close variation, which lead me to wandering towards her room for the closet being the most logical hiding spot for one. I will not fall into that trap in case her motivations are less than honest, I have dealt with crazy before so knowing how crazy she is will give me a heads up on how to treat her to come.

[Maretropolis - Meanwhile at the starting alley to this story! – same night!]
[Power Ponies - Perspective]
(Please note their appearances are that of the mane six but as power ponies, here's a nice reference picture!) [Play]

The alley way that Doctor Doom appeared in earlier was better lit up by emergency mage light sticks as some detective ponies still covered the scene, though one spot in particular stood out more than just the burnt out lights and fuse boxes, there was a rip and wimble in the reality matrix and space time continuum that was infuriating Masked Matter-horn on how it could happen. Radiance had complained about how crime could happen in a dirty place, which got a chuckle out of Mistress Mare-velous and Zapp as they tried to help by looking for clues.

All the while Saddle Rager stood at the back seeming to sniff the air and mumble something quietly, Fili-second simply bounced about in a mock detective fashion before waving a couple times at the reader’s view of the story, which gave others who watched her antics either raised eyebrows or simply ignoring it. But The Masked Matter-Horn was staring at the epicenter that was unscathed in a perfect circle with a temporary magic ‘void’, that had been healing itself up but the situation only gave her more questions on what could have caused this or if anything came through.

“Girls we need to focus as whatever has caused this left and had possibly hurt that greaser stallion, and by how he’s dressed I wouldn’t pass him to be a part of Grease Streak’s gang of bikers. Hopefully he will have seen what or the being that hurt him.” She nodded in affirmation though put a hand onto her chin only for a ‘Humdrum’ young stallion with a purple coat and emerald eyes spoke up. “Don’t Greaser’s Thugs only fight, rob or intimidate other ponies? Than why was he alone and no one around?” These rare moments of questioning gave her more to think about and how to save everypony.

As the others looked around it was Saddle Rager who quietly spoke up this time, gaining their attention in more of a surprised fashion. “Um, well I smelled that there may have been another kind of stallion here, as well with a mare who might have been showing early signs of heat. There is that fresh ozone smell so he likely came from what twi- I’m sorry. What Masked Matter-horn has been looking at so maybe whatever came helped the mare from trouble?” She said meekly with a sign of a blush for what she was implying.

Only to cause a slight dainty cough from Radiance to add in her point. “Perhaps the one who caused the-“ She hid her disdain at poor fashion sense with a cough. “- ‘stallion’s’ current condition may have caused this mess here too? I would hope he would be a gentlecolt for any poor mare to be in danger, it would be marvelous if he was a darling knight in armor willing to save-” she was cut off by the hovering Zapp giving out an exasperated gesture around herself. “Radiance you have to know he can’t possibly be! For all we know it’s some kind of creepy alien come to conquer us all! I just hope it’s not the kind that puts eggs down my throat.”

Zapp said with a shiver and earning looks from the others even the detective ponies that heard it, except with a very thoughtful Fili-Second whom was a possible hindrance to come for narration only for her to smile knowingly before winking at the viewer giving a pointed finger shaking it in a no fashion at the Architect. “Well if my ‘Fili-Second’ sense-“ she emphasized with quotations around her name. “- is right than we’ll have a enemy maybe enemy/friend, oh I hope he loves PARTIES! It would be my first welcome to the world Mr. Alien AND a Enemy/Friend party!”

She said bouncing with unbridled joy as the others stared at her again with varied looks, of whom was holding out better but the Masked Matter-Horn said these words. “Number One Sidekick ’Humdrum’ take a letter please.”

[Canterlot Palace – Princess Celestia’s Chamber - Same Night]
[Perception Celestia]

I was having a rather wonderful dream involving a lovely variation on the Cloud Cake made at Rainbow Falls confectionery, which all blew away when a familiar sound of a magically sent scroll by my former student ‘popped’ above my head. Only for it to fall with a light thud causing my eyes to blink open as this time it somehow balanced itself upon my muzzle having tapped my nose, giving a small sigh glad to have no one in the room to see this. Taking the scroll soon after within my magic grasp moving to sit upright knowing my former student wouldn’t disturb my sleep unless it was important.

Giggling I remembered the time I taught her that lesson, though admittedly it was a bit cruel to ask her to do the entire year’s budget report for Maretropolis in a week. Cracking open the scroll’s seal having Twilight’s mark on it I began to read, only to drew concerned at the possibilities of alien life. By my sun if I don’t deal with this those mares may cause a diplomatic incident if her theories were proven correct! I have allowed them to be heroines of their city as it seems to build some character but going by their letters and the reports from my guards there leaves some bad character traits with the good.

“Twilight what am I going to do with you, I just hope it is not anything but just some minor blip that happens once in a while. But often enough the rumors of those were at a spot in the sea north of the Griffin Isles in some rough ‘triangle’ position. At least the ships now avoid that area properly and we have figured out the issue before it became worse and fixed it, it takes only one moment for my little ponies to panic at something or someone who is new or have not met my subjects’ kind to blow things out of proportion.” Charging a spell to send a mental summon to my younger sister in hopes we can simply arrange to go visit, at worse deal with any backlash.

A moment later with a ‘pop’ I blink once seeing my younger sister Luna dressed in her ‘Batmare’ costume, giving the biggest grin and making me wonder how she had the time to change into that or that she knew I’d call her. “We hath come our sister! We doth be ready to visit Maretropolis, in hopes to wrestle with curs whom rise up from its underbelly!” I soon after gave my sister a slight tired deadpan as she’s gotten into dressing up as her ‘Batmare’ costume that was very flattering to her figure and armored similar to olden times. I knew I shouldn’t have gave into my sister’s request to have personally made our costumes and fight crime that time, and the seven others after it…

Sighing as I summon a suitcase to appear and levitated my garments into said case looking up at my sister pointedly for her to do the same. “we’ll go in a few days Luna but please, get out of that costume before the servants see you in it again, it took me an hour to convince them last time that I had invited ‘Batmare’ to late tea and to be assured of ‘your’ intentions.” During that little distracting conversation I had snuck in my Mare Do Well costume, which my sister saw after she came in for a hug wishing me pleasant dreams and a knowing look.

I do NOT have a joy in being a super heroine, or using that identity to go on small ‘vacations’ once in a while, or just so I wouldn’t have to do my regular regal persona in front of others. Now that I think about it, DO I? Sighing at this final thought seeing my younger sister had left and a fully packed trunk, I lay my head back down to rest with a sigh, it’s going to be interesting to come and I have placed my former student’s letter on the night stand.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I am VERY SORRY for writing to you so late tonight but I have fantastic news! Earlier tonight we were called to the scene of a VERY mysterious incident and we have come to the conclusion that some alien lifeform had emerged in an alley way close to the crime scene, but from what little evidence we were able to find.

We know it is some possibly intelligent life form that has an affinity perhaps to electricity or Pegasus magic, due to the electrical disturbance of blown lights and a nearby fuse box. The crime that was stopped appeared to have been some kind of nefarious meeting or mugging which ended up having the stallion from Grease Streak’s Biker Gang be shocked into an unconscious state yet to wake up, his pockets were emptied out and were possibly taken to try and learn about us or was perhaps probing him as his pants was not at his knees.

I am writing this in the hopes you have ever encounter alien life before, when we can find it I hope to confine it and initiate some form of safe first contact. Hopefully it’ll let me study it!

Your Former Student, Twilight Sparkle

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