Author's Notes:

This is my first story, so constructive criticism is encouraged. Again, thanks to Original Usermane for editing and pretty much telling me I was doing an awful job and taking over multiple times, both in writing and editing.

*Riggy*: "That is not what I said! I was being helpful!"
*Me*: "Sure, Riggy. Sure."

It all started on a Tuesday. To be more specific, it was Pinkie’s 1194th weekiversary, but that’s hardly important. Well, not to anypony besides Pinkie, who celebrated her weekiversary with Gummy every time it occurred. Which was, as the name might imply, weekly. Twilight was scouting the shelves for a good book, as per the usual. She’d already read through her entire library, but that didn't matter to her in the slightest. She had found that re-reading (or even re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-rereading) a book was just as good, if not better, than reading it for the first time. After all, she nearly always found new snippets of information hiding in the pages of her textbooks and novels, things she’d never caught before. As Twilight perused the shelves, a well-loved book entitled Understanding Medieval Equestria: by Inkwell Prose caught her eye.

“Wow!” Twilight exclaimed, eyeing the looping font of the title fondly. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve read this!” She quickly pulled it from the shelf with her magic and sat down on her bed to have a nice, long, pleasant, and quiet afternoon. Or, at least, that was the plan until Discord showed up.

“STOP RIGHT THERE, TWILIGHT!” he yelled as he materialized, pointing accusingly at her. Twilight looked up, startled. Then she saw that it was Discord and quickly changed her expression from surprise to annoyance.

“What is it now, Discord?” she asked, her mood turned irritable now that her perfect afternoon had been ruined.

“Twilight, listen to me, you need to stop reading that book right now! You can’t be allowed to understand medieval Equestria, or the entire world is DOOMED! DOOMED I say!” He finished with a dramatic faint onto the floor—Rarity would've been proud. Twilight rolled her eyes.

“Discord, you know I’ve already read this book like 10 times, right? And how would me reading this particular book cause the end of the world?” Discord popped up from his faux faint and grabbed Twilight’s shoulders, looking frightened.

“The cheese, Twilight. The cheese…….” He fell back down, but it was only a few moments until his already flimsy façade broke and he started laughing hysterically. Twilight looked on, confusion and irritation on her face.

“What does cheese have to do with books? And how would cheese doom the world anyway? That makes no sense!” she exclaimed. As an aside to herself, she added, “Though cheese is pretty terrifying…” Without any further ado, Pinkie decided that the story was sadly lacking her presence and popped in. Literally. To the untrained eye, it looked like Pinkie had teleported (though, to be fair, that's kind of what it looked like to the trained eye, too...)

“But what fun is there in making sense?” Pinkie asked slyly, nudging Twilight with her elbow.

“Hey, I was going to say that!” Discord pouted.

“I know—you’re so predictable, Dissy!” Suddenly, a chill went up Twilight’s spine as she saw the embodiment of chaos himself flare up, surrounded by the swirling darkness of his unbridled rage.

“What. Did. YOU. SAY!?”

“I said, you’re really predictable when it comes to chaos, but that makes sense seeing as you’re kind of the Lord of it!” Discord gave a shocked gasp.

“Pinkamena Diane Responsibility Apple Pie! I am shocked that you of all ponies would insult me in this dreadful manner! I never make sense! To insinuate otherwise is borderline blasphemous!”

“But if you don’t make sense all the time, you’re doing what you’re expected to do, and that makes sense. But you don’t make sense, so it doesn’t make sense that you would make sense. But then it does make sense because that’s what you do, not making sense, I mean. But you don’t make sense, so it doesn’t make sense that it would make sense that you don’t make sense….”

She continued, but Twilight had started ignoring her in favor of finally reading her book, a skill she had only acquired through practice, and Discord had stopped listening, more out of shock than anything else, as he repeated her words over and over in his head.

It makes sense…….it makes sense……….it makes sense…… I make sense…SWEET CELESTIA I MAKE SENSE!!!!!!!

Unable to react in any other way, he promptly exploded.

Thankfully, he was considerate enough to make sure it didn’t actually produce a shockwave, but it was complete enough with loud booms and lighting effects that it caused Twilight to jump for cover under her bed for a few seconds before poking her head out to check if the coast was clear (though to be honest she was mostly checking to see if her books were okay). The pieces of Discord’s body were still scattered all over her bedroom, but as she watched, they were slowly coming back together to reform Discord. When they were done, there he stood, staring dumbly into space with the same look of shock he'd possessed before he'd so rudely exploded and interrupted her reading. All the while, Pinkie continued her chatter of “But it does make sense, but then that doesn’t make sense that it makes sense that you don’t make sense...”

Twilight was considering whether she should just teleport both of them out so she could resume her (supposed to be) peaceful afternoon, when Discord repeated his display of magical pyrotechnics, forcing her to once again jump in surprise and duck under her bed.

“Twilight! Are you okay? I heard a big boom and—what the hay is going on in here?” Spike spoke, having come upstairs to investigate. Twilight pulled herself halfway out from under her bed and looked tiredly at Spike as Discord’s body parts slowly came together and “...so it doesn’t make sense that you make sense! But it makes sense that it doesn’t make sense, and that doesn’t make any sense! But it makes sense that that’s true, so it doesn’t make sense…” still carried on in the background, Pinkie not reacting at all to Discord’s explosions.

“I was just try–”

*BOOM*

“...”

“...”

"But then that makes sense, which doesn’t make sense, so really, if you think about it, it makes sense…”

Twilight flopped onto her stomach beneath her bed in defeat, and her forehead fell down to bonk the floor.

“I just tried to have a nice, quiet afternoon.”