Author's Notes:

Well, its done at last. Now i can finally get back to other things. This has been sitting on the HD for months.

Why write something so odd? Because i wanted to make something that ive never seen so far, and ive read a LOT of strange pairings on this site. Its gotta start somewhere!

Enjoy!

It was boredom that would be Discord's undoing, yet eventually his salvation...

For a long time after his release back into the waking world, he did his best to keep his nature under control, to be...GOOD. But forever present was that gnawing desire to unleash his chaotic power, see the world turned topsy turvy once again.

As more time passed, he began to drift away from even the one he counted as his first friend, Fluttershy. Her kindness went a long way to easing his misery, but he missed the chaos of his past.

But if he put one toe out of line, Celestia would send a certain high-powered set of friends after him and it'd be game over. Back to the solitude and stone.

But what if he were to escape to an entirely NEW world?

This thought took root and began to grow more and more as time went by. But he'd need a fair bit of power to open a hole between worlds, let alone close it again. He was unaware of Celestia's mirror, a hidden artefact that once in a blue moon (or thirty of them), opened into another world. She'd done her best to keep it secret, even moving it to the crystal empire at one point. It now resided at Twilight's castle.

For a time, his loneliness was forgotten as he began his search. And after several weeks had passed, he thought he'd found the thing in question.

Deep within Celestia's palace in Canterlot there lay a shielded room where magical artefacts were kept. Things of far more power and instability then the Alicorn amulet.

Day by he plotted the heist. He only needed the one artefact. a locked box, with what he could sense was a strong power slumbering within. Once opened, he could absorb it. He was a god of chaos, it would take a LOT to break HIS defences.

And he could finally feel liberated.

As he set off the distractions to divert the guards, he silently sent an apology to Celestia. She'd been good to him after all, and he could only hope shed eventually understand. He left a spell-locked scroll in the entrance hall, marked with her name. It would hopefully go some way towards explaining why this had all happened, as well as a letter for Fluttershy, saying he'd always treasure her even if she couldn’t forgive him.

Soon as he broke the wards on the artefact room, magical alarms went off right front and centre. But Discord paid them no heed, he had only seconds to find-

There. he scooped up the box, and his heart sank when he heard-

"DISCORD!" Speak of the Princess. She stood in the entrance to the room, horn glowing with Alicorn magic.

"Sorry, 'Tia.." Discord threw up a shield to deflect her blast, sending her diving for cover "but I need to be free....I cant live constantly bound up in regulations like you..." He shattered the bonds on the box, feeling its power surround him.

"Shut that box!!" Celestia screamed. He didn’t know what he'd unleashed. What darkness and cruelty lay within that box. She watched in horror as Discord absorbed the power, not seeing the dark shadows that escaped, as the box fell to the floor. The ground shook as he proceeded to rip open the very AIR. Through it she seen buildings far below. Discord didn’t hesitate, pausing only to gift her a sad smile, before diving through it.

"Oh no.." Celestia was close to tears as she seen him vanish through the shimmering portal. But all wasn’t lost. The box shone, and transformed into a small wisp of white light. It flew by her, brushing her cheek, and she sensed something good in it. Then it was gone, flitting into the portal as it shut with a resounding clap.

Celestia and the guard sat themselves up, all in shock.

"Princess...what just happened?" one of them finally asked.

"He...I believe he opened a way to a whole other world. That box..."

"What was in that thing?" a unicorn guard shivered "I sensed something...wrong..."

“You are right, what he unleashed is known as the Pandorica box. It contained three dark spirits, creatures of cruelty and hate. Amalgamations of the worst fears and darkness that have plagued powerful magic users in times gone by. But there was something else in that box too, I can only surmise it survived all this time somehow.."

"And what was that, Princess?"

"Hope, my ponies. Hope..."

There was a lot of noise surrounding him. Discord groaned as he sat himself up. He was in a forest at first glance, with lots of birds chirruping away. He raised a hand to his face, and did a double take. It didn’t look like it normally did. A quick glance downwards revealed he wearing a set of clothing, with a white lab coat over them. His face felt different too....glancing around, he spotted the box, now empty, was lying open a few feet away.

It seemed empty, save for a scorched roll of parchment. He reached for it, unrolling it. Guilt and unease warred for control as he realised what had generated that power. Just what his reckless haste had cost...

He'd assumed it merely some over-powered artefact. but It was a prison. For some nasty ghosts it seemed. He didn’t recognise the writing, it wasn’t Celestia's. It looked fresh, the ink smudged in places. As he touched it, it pulsed a faint white then faded away.

A fresh line wrote itself on the page as he looked.

-I am hope. I can save this place. Find me. My light has gone to be with one that is strong enough to embody it, and strong enough to fight. Take this weapon with you...you will know when you find them.-

"What weapon?" Discord asked, then something fell on his foot. Yelping, he danced aside and spotted a slim sword had materialised from the note.

"Oh....balls.." Discord grimaced. So much for an easy escape. At least he had his magic, right?

He could FEEL it, but when he tried to use it, he shocked himself.

"Guess it’ll sort itself out." he muttered.

As the hours passed, it gradually came back to his control. But he found himself physically tired from the smallest effort.

A check in a river he stumbled across showed him he resembled a strange being. Two legs, arms, hands...odd faces, but not unlike-able. He rather thought he looked good for a...whatever species he now was? He'd find out later.

He was fairly tall, with shoulder length white hair, a solitary black streak to the right side. His eyes were a golden shade, almost amber towards the bottom, his skin a pale beige. He put himself at about mid-age? He needed to learn more about this world before he could determine that!

Further checks revealed that, well anatomically speaking, he LIKED this species. Not all that different from what he was used to. After all, he stood and walked on two legs as a Draconequus. This form was just a little less....bendy than that.

He'd appeared with just the box for company, he would have to acquire what he needed via his magic and his usual charms.

In many ways, this world reminded him just a smidge of Equestria. The "humans" had variant skin colours, and outlandish hairstyles in many shades.

The first step was to acquire a house. On quickly learning how the currency of this world functioned, he set about getting some. In this world was a "lottery" which gifted its winners with copious sums of money. Using trace amounts of chaos magic he was able to pick out winning numbers and cards, noting the larger amounts required a place of residence to claim. So he stuck to winning small amounts day by day. And never staying in one place for long...

Nights were spent in what these "humans" called "hotels". Comfy enough, but not as fun as his chaos realm. Yes, he'd miss that...

Keeping the sword hidden was hard, and in the end he bought a large musical instrument case and used that to hide it. Waving such weapons around wouldn’t go down well here, he knew that much from his studies. In each town he'd come to, he'd gone to the libraries, discovering more and more about this "earth". It had some interesting things. Devices that showed endless information on "screens". He became quite fond of these devices, named "computers", and resolved to buy the finest he could get once he secured himself a home.

This world was FULL of chaos. People’s emotions were so rampant, there was always a conflict going on somewhere. It was like hearing a wonderful song, and it all appealed to the lord of chaos immensely. Everywhere he went, he was able to amp up the fights, often scaring the combatants into running away from each other when they seen what they could really do if they lost control. They still had some morals, these humans.

And so did HE. He'd re-learned this on one occasion, after getting caught in a bank hiest. Seeing these people prepared to open fire on innocent people, he'd stealthily woven his magic, until the gunmen threw their weapons down, screaming for someone to get the horrors off them. The "police" had shown up to take them away, and Discord equated them with the royal guard. Best not to get their attention.

But the matter of that note from the box...or its former inhabitants for that matter.

In none of his exploits did he encounter a person to whom the sword reacted. the weapon lay dull and silent, little more than a hefty trinket. He tried to use it himself, but whatever power it had lay locked behind a ward he couldn’t comprehend it was so alien to him.

He rented a small apartment while he finalised the financial situation. He'd realised, after the bank thing, that using these "cards" meant they could be traced, so he stuck to cash instead, keeping below the radar, even as he indulged in his chaotic pastimes.

He manipulated the lottery once more, getting his hands on enough to buy a fancy new house. He dodged the press attention, saying he preferred his privacy, and if that dint work he messed with their minds to make them forget they’d gone to interview him in the first place!

Through various nefarious methods, he was able to set up an account that’d be a little harder to trace then the usual.

--Interesting facet, this "black market"..-- Discord mused as he ran a search on the hacked phone he'd purchased. If he lost this thing, it'd come up as being registered to no known persons, or even network. He'd been very impressed with what the seller had been able to give him, and had paid the human well, going by the grin on his twisted face when Discord had dumped the cash onto the table.

He felt free here, like he could blend in, yet still unleash the boredom that’d been stewing inside him for so long now.

Nothing in Equestria had distracted him for long. Nothing mental, physical...even sexual, had held his attention. Speaking of that…

It'd taken some getting used to, the way and how these things operated, but he soon found carnal acts were the same no matter what the form. Some sought it for mere release of tension, others sought to show someone they loved them with their prowess. He himself had indulged in a few occasions here and there, after getting drunk at bars. In truth, both sexes had their appeal, their kinks...

His thoughts on humans and their horizontal tango-ing were cut short as the bus pulled into its last stop. With a groan he stretched and sauntered off, his suitcase containing the possessions he'd acquired so far, in tow.

Soon as he stepped onto the ground, he felt a sharp shock race up his arm and he dropped the musical case with a curse, glancing at his hand. No mark there, yet it hurt...

"Electric shock huh?" the driver joked as he picked up the case and gave it back to the spaced out white-haired gentleman.

"Blasted things.." Discord grumbled, thanking him as he walked away, looking for the nearest hotel.

There was a screech of brakes and a honk of a horn. He jumped, realising he'd walked onto the road in front of a car trying to pull out.

"Watch it, you idiot!" the driver, face obscured by the glare on the windscreen, sounded pretty mad. All Discord could see was he was well dressed, with dark grey skin. A glimpse of ebony black hair, but he couldn’t see his eyes...

Discord shot back, and felt the sword case pulse again. Quickly he glanced at the rear-view mirror of the car as it took off. A flash of a parking permit stuck to the rear window caught his eye.

He needed to find “Canterlot High School”. Whomever this sword had attached to was in that car, and obviously worked there.

What were the odds. CANTERLOT. The same name as Celestia's home back in his old world.

--I guess my thoughts had some influence over where I came to be, this universe has traces of mine in it somehow. Interesting, yet totally different. No Princesses, no guards save these "police", to protect the population. Yet magic doesn’t seem to exist here...at least, it seems doubtful..?--

As he walked towards the nearest hotel, he seen posters in a boutique window advertising a battle of the bands at the local school. He shrugged dismissively, paying it no heed.

He was pulled from a deep sleep early one evening, by the sense of something POWERFUL going off. It was brief, but he felt a jab to his gut. It felt like back HOME. What was going on in this world? Were there more links than just the name?

He stared out the window of the hotel, but the sky was clear, no sign of any explosion. What had he sensed?

He tried to find out, but the trail had gone cold.

Maybe he wasn’t the only odd one out here?