“Urgh, where is he?” A strangely dressed young man said as he waited outside a convention center. The clothing of the young man consisted of carefully crafted wooden armor pieces that screamed ‘samurai’ and hemp and silk clothing that screamed ‘ninja.’ As for his impatience, he was waiting for a friend that he made through the MLP fandom (or bronies, as they have been called).

Seconds later a motorbike skidded to a stop in front of him, the person on it almost covered in a black suit that had a hood covering his features completely whilst running down the back and out to the side were faint red lines. The figure then turned to the man before he said, “Do you have a Geiger counter?”

“Mine is in the shop,” the man answered, before slightly scowling. “About time you got here, John.”

“You wouldn’t believe what happened even if I told you,” John replied as he climbed off his bike.

“If you say so, but since you got my curiosity’s attention, you might as well tell.”

“I was on my way here when I was asked to deal with a hit and run incident. I was already in costume as I left, so I chased them down in my costume… they actually thought I was an Assassin when I caught them.” John chuckled.

The man laughed along with him. “I can imagine that, but you’re right. It’s hard to believe. You ready to enter?”

“I suppose so, just give me a second,” John replied as he reached under his seat and pulled out what looked to be a hidden blade and attached it to his right arm before he took the clip out his pistol, replacing it with a empty magazine and placing it on his right hip. “Okay now I’m good.”

The two then entered the convention center and were immediately assaulted by loud noises and color. The man began fidgeting after a few minutes of exposure from the convention.

“Nervous mate?” John asked.

“I don’t do well in crowds...mostly,” his friend answered. “Let’s check out some of the less ‘populated’ booths. I might ease up there.”

“You think so, we might as well try,” John said with a shrug before he added, “Actually you never told me your actual name.”

“Oh, right. I'm Sam, and to be honest, I'm not surprised about your lack of knowledge of my name. I go to great lengths to protect my name.”

“Which to be honest with my job I should have done,” John admitted with a sigh.

“Everyone makes mistakes at least once,” Sam said. “However, our code phrase seems a good security measure for stalkers, changelings, and such.”

“Like the Changelings are real, you really are into this too much some days.”

“Well don't blame me for liking the show for more than its general cleanliness,” Sam teasingly reprimanded. “Most cartoons these days seem to be as filthy as a prostitute.”

“And MLP isn’t at some times?”

“That's most of the fandom and almost too subtle parts of the show!”

“Not gonna argue with you there,” John chuckled.

“Anyway, let's get looking. I think I'm starting to sweat from nervousness,” Sam said.

The two began to carefully search the the various booths for the less crowded ones. Their search led them from one end of the center to the other, but no luck...up until they got to somewhere in the center. There, they saw a booth that most of the congoers seemed to ignore. Those that did look, they didn’t find anything that interested them and walked off. When the two approached the booth, they were surprised at the variety of items and the quality of said items there.

“Can’t say this one lacks products.”

Sam picked up and examined a pair of combat Sickles that were on the table. “I'll say. This is almost flawless!”

“Almost too perfect to be honest,” John admitted.

“Why do people always say that about my products?” A man wearing a red and black trench coat that had a bandelier running across his body from his right shoulder to under his left along with a cream coloured cloth belt that had a red cross at the end of it.

“Because let's face it they look real, I’d even hazard a guess they are real,” John admitted.

“Not far from the truth there,” The man behind the counter chuckled.

“Why does this sound a lot like those Displaced stories I've read?” Sam thought out loud.

The man then stopped still before he asked, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said that this sounds like the Displaced stories I've read,” Sam answered nervously.

“Be careful what you say about that, others may get ideas,” the man chuckled.

“Okay, now you're freaking me out,” Sam girlishly squeaked. He composed himself quickly and stated, “To be honest, you sound like you know a few, like…”

“Like what, or who are you suggesting?”

“Delsin Rowe from “inFAMOUS Displaced.” Rings any bells?” Sam asked.

“Ah him and old Nilsed, that story. He’s a fun one.” the man admitted.

“AH HA!” Sam exclaimed loudly and did a small victory dance, but oddly didn't catch anyone else's attention. “John, you owe me ten bucks. Equestria exists, and so do changelings.”

“Depends in what capacity”

“It's just the fact that they exist. They may not be here, but they exist,” Sam gloated.

“Would you like to find out in a ...larger capacity?” the man asked.

“...YES, why wouldn't I?” Sam asked before he answered himself. “Maybe because I don't want to go alone.” He turned to John. “Want to come with?”

“You’re one of the crazier people I’ve met Sam you know that?”

“Hey, it's in the genes! Granted, said jeans are a size too big, but you get the idea,” Sam joked.

“Are you sure you're both not crazy?” the man asked.

“He did have a funny moment in his costume before he came here,” Sam said.

“I’m assuming car chase with some criminals,” The man guessed.

“He unintentionally got them scared for their lives,” Sam laughed at John’s embarrassment.

“I wonder how much better it would be if I was the real deal?” John muttered under his breath.

“So you want to come?” Sam asked.

“It’s not that I don’t but I have commitments I still need to attend to.”

“You hate those meetings. You told me that “Nothing ever gets done.” So, a permanent trip can get you away from that hum-drum,” Sam tried.

“And I bet you think they can replace me in a day don’t you?”

“And what if they didn’t need to?” the man asked.

“Well that would solve it but guess what, that's not.”

“Can be done in an instant. I can create a carbon copy of you both to live your lives, nobody would know any different.”

“Again, sounds like a lot of those great stories...except they don't get carbon copy replacements,” Sam said. He then looked to John before he added, “Now, you have no excuse.”

“Ugh, you’re a nightmare you know that?”

“Yes I am.”

“I guess someone will need to clean up your messes.” John admitted as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah...wait, what?” Sam shook his head. “Never mind. What do you think we should grab, sir?” He asked the man.

“Well considering what your friend here is dressed as it’s quite easy to sort, you I don’t even know what to give you,” the man admitted.

“So anything you like?”

“My character is a made up combo of Orochi and Shinobi from For Honor, but while I have a genuine katana, I lack the combat sickles,” Sam explained. “So I'll need those.” He picked up said sickles.

“I see, and your friend looks like he’s missing a Hidden blade.”

“Nope,” John replied as he revealed the Hidden blade on his arm, “Custom job from the rest of the force, a late birthday present last month.”

“What about that cloak or shroud or whatever it is?” Sam asked.

John then looked at the wares before he said, “Do you have a suitable sword for me?”

“Of course,” the man replied as he reached under the stall he was in and pulled out a large case before opening it to reveal a longsword that's hilt resembled a dragon’s jaw. He the passed it to John before he added, “Also I’d like to hand you some other things.”

“Like what?” John asked curiously before the man slowly passed him a golden cloak, that rested below a strange glowing ring and a strange rifle that John recognised as the same one to which Shay used in Assassin’s Creed Rogue.

“Those should assist you, just put the ring on as your friend pays okay?”

“Sure I guess,” John replied as he placed the cloak around his shoulders and the sword to his side.

“I think I'll also need these,” Sam said as he grabbed a few throwing knives, throwing stars, and a bow with its quiver and arrows. “So, how much or should I just give you my wallet?” Sam asked sarcastically.

“Sure give me your wallet and all your ID’s I’ll treat myself,” the man mocked as he rolled his eyes. “How much would you be willing to pay for this stuff?”

“All the cash I have on hand,” Sam answered. “All $120 of it.”

“Heh, you really want this don’t you kiddo.”

“Eeyup!” Sam said, doing his best impression of Big Mac. “I haven't seen anything new since my dad got his head stuck in a bucket while being chased by the family dog in his swimwear.”

“Wow, you’re dad’s unlucky.”

“He's not unlucky,” Sam retorted as he handed his cash to the man. “He's eccentric. When have you seen a 50+ old man dancing to 80’s love songs as if it was modern hip-hop?”

“Okay then, I’ll be honest with you that would cover you both.”

“Whatever.” Sam then switched his voice to match the Joker’s “And...here...we…” *POOF* The two vanished in a puff of smoke. A few seconds and one *POOF* later their copies stood where they were standing.

“You two enjoy the rest of your day alright,” the man said before both clones walked away.
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“...go,” Sam finished just as they appeared in a town that looked like the Laws of Physics decided to make ridiculous changes to itself. “Yeah! Timed it perfectly!”

“Of course you did, well at least he didn’t make us faint like others do in those stories you loved reading,” John admitted.

“Yup, a much smoother trip for the willing...mostly.”

“Okay, so where and when exactly are we?”

“Where, I'm not sure,” Sam began. “When, if the influx of gravitational forces and the complete topsy-turvy of the feng-shui is anything to go by, I’d say when-”

“If you say Discord I will be punching you in the dick.” John admitted.

“What if I said Discord?” A sinister sounding voice said from nowhere.

“I know this is not Red vs Blue but… Son of a bitch,” John groaned.

“Do you kiss you mother with that mouth?” The voice asked as a paw suddenly plucked his mouth off of his face and Discord brought it up to him with a magnifying glass.

“Not anymore, she’s dead,” the disembodied mouth said solemnly John seemingly unimpressed by the assumed Discord’s actions.

“Well, my apologies then,” he said as he tossed John’s mouth back. “I was not aware of her death, nor am I aware of anything about you two. Complete surprise on my part.”

“Well we’d have never guessed that,” John admitted as he rolled his eyes.

“Then what do you know?” Sam asked.

“I do know that you are Displaced, but that's how I don't know about you. I can't predict anything about you two, but I can predict that the Element Bearers will come around that candy castle model in three...two...one…”

On cue, the Mane Six showed up, but their appearances took the two off guard. All of them were anthro. Twilight stood at about 5’5” and wore what seemed to be a stereotypical librarian/college student combo. Rainbow Dash stood at 5’3” and wore a Wonderbolts sport jacket and matching sweatpants. Pinkie Pie stood at the same height as Rainbow, but wore short jean shorts and a light blue, sleeveless top. Rarity was about 5’7” and had on a snazzy looking, crimson, business dress suit. Fluttershy stood at 5’2” and had a green turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans. Applejack stood the tallest at 5’10” and wore a set of jean shorts (not as short as Pinkie’s) and had an unbuttoned, red flannel shirt tied over a white t-shirt.

“This was not what I was expecting, but beggars can't be choosers,” Sam muttered to John

“Just don’t start Fanboying okay,” John whispered back. “Especially over Fluttershy.”

“Okay, I get it,” Sam quietly yelled. “Wait to fanboy until things are relatively peaceful.”

“Okay… and maybe we should move away from him,” John suggested gesturing to Discord.

“Don't worry your heads about it,” Discord said calmly. “It's not like they managed…” He paused when he saw the Elements power up. “Well buck me upside the head with a waffle iron,” he said just as the Elements of Harmony powered up.

“Hit the Deck!” Sam shouted before flopping to the ground limply.

“Well never,” John replied as he quickly rolled to the side away from Discord.

The Rainbow Beam of Harmonic Awesomeness hit Discord dead on, turning him to stone. The sudden cutoff of his powers to the environment caused the land to correct itself. Then the Mane Six lived happily ever after...Meh, as if. John and Sam ruined that by still being there.

“What the hay! How’re they still here!” Rainbow shouted.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” John asked as looked towards Rainbow Dash nervously.

“You things should have vanished with the rest of the chaos when Discord...well...urgh, my brain hurts,” Rainbow tried explaining.

“Heh, Don’t strain yourself too much,” John requested with a chuckle.

“What should we do, Twilight?” Applejack asked. “I'm not sure if anything’s wrong, but they seem a bit dangerous.”

“What makes you think that?” Sam asked as he twirled one of his sickles on its chain.

“Ugh, you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed are you,” John sighed before adding “Maybe not messing around with those things would be a good start?”

The statement caused Sam to break some of his concentration, the sickle embedding itself into his shoulder. Sam gave a small yelp of pain and put most of his effort into getting it out. Rainbow saw his slip and began bawling in laughter.

John just pinched the bridge of his nose before he muttered “How was it this easy for you to mess up first contact with them?”

“Can you blame me for thinking that they aren't the “shoot first, ask questions later” types?” Sam retorted back. “Honestly, isn't observation and questioning what cops are supposed to do before they pull out the cuffs or gun?”

“And are any of them out right now?” John pointed out before looking towards the Mane 6 before he said “I’m sorry for our intrusion, my name's John and the clown over their is my friend Sam.”

“Hey!”

“It's okay...I think,” Twilight said. “My name is-”

“Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity.”

“Dammit Sam,” John groaned in annoyance.

“What?”

“I swear we’re not stalkers,” John replied quickly.

“We're just fans of a show that, inadvertently, placed you six as the main characters, although you were depicted as quadrupeds, not bipedal with equine features,” Sam blurted out.

John just sighed and placed his hand over his face before he said “I was right, you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed when your fanboying.”

“At least I'm not trying to hide the fact that they are, or were, part of a show that we know of!” Sam scolded. “I've seen how when Displaced try to hide that, the universe laughs and reveals that in the most embarrassing way! So, excuse me!”

“If we’re deemed insane, I’ll make you regret this.”

“I think Twilight broke,” Pinkie said, turning the men’s attention on Twilight. She was wide eyed and her hair seemed unkempt from brain overuse.

Sam pointed at her. “If she and Pinkie weren't deemed insane, then we're in good shape.”

John just stayed quiet waiting for one of the ponies to react to Sam’s comment. A few seconds later, Twilight managed to process what he said. “Why would I be considered insane?”

“The only thing that I'm going to say is that you make a mountain out a pebble with a lot,” Sam said.

“I...you…” Twilight broke more.

Rainbow just started laughing again. “I haven't seen her this bad since the time she tried to figure out Pinkie's Pinkie Sense.”

“Rainbow!” Rarity exclaimed. “Don't be laughing at her! This is serious! These things seem to know more about us than Discord did, got Twilight confused, and they're wearing the worst clothing to ever wear.”

“Just because their not covered in gemstones doesn’t make it the worst thing possible.” John pointed out.

Rarity instantly gasped and then was right in front of him. “First off, I was referring mostly to the head wear. Secondly…” She then decked him in the face, knocking him onto his back. “Do not say such fashion advice. I know more about fashion than you do about how to use that sword at your side.”

“Do you know how to fire a gun or kill someone and leave no trace of you even being there,” he replied with a sigh.

“I KNEW IT!!!” A blue and rainbow streak tackled John. “Trying to fool us into letting you get close! I nearly fell for it too!”

“I’m a trained policeman, I meant that I know how to that stuff, not that I ever would. My job is to prevent that sort of stuff from happening… well it was before less than a hour ago.”

“Like I'd believe that!” Rainbow shouted before something snagged her jacket, pulling her off of him and towards Sam...speaking of, he ended up getting a fistful of Dash, knocking him out.

John sighed before he reached into his jacket before pulling out his old police badge and tossed it to Rainbow, “Is that enough proof for you?”

Rainbow picked up the badge and looked at it. “Metropolitan Police Force? What?”

“Ah yes remember what my friend said about us, take that into account about why you don’t know what it is.”

“I didn't even understand half of what he said,” she snapped.

“Any of you want to explain it to her?” John asked.

Twilight raised her hand and answered, “I'll do it?

“Okay… maybe in layman's terms for her sake though.”

She did a pouty face, but complied. “From what they said in their argument and their more than awkward conversation to and about us, they come from another world that sees us as fiction. And John is part of his world's law enforcement.”

Rainbow stood there for a moment before saying, “Oh. Okay...But I've still got my eye on you!”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, somebody need to keep an eye on us. Heck I bet your princess will order it.”

“I mostly ask, but if you insist on it being an order,” a motherly voice said from behind John.

“I should have seen that one coming,” John sighed before he said “Hello Princess, I’d bow but I doubt you’d want that.”

“John!” Twilight shouted. “That's the Princess. You're-”

“Not needed to bow, as he isn't a native of Equestria, or even Equis,” Celestia interrupted.

“At least one person… or pony understands that,” John admitted. “Oh and Rainbow could I have my badge back?”

Rainbow grumbled and handed the badge back.

“Thank you Miss Dash,” John replied politely before placing the badge back in his jacket’s pocket before he turning to Celestia to see a 6’5” alicorn dressed in an elegant, pale blue silk dress.

“Now that we are now more calm and collected,” she turned to Twilight. “They may stay here in Ponyville, where you will learn about them and their former lives.”

“GAH!!!” The gathered heard before the rustling of a tree was heard. “I don't want a biopsy! I want to be left in one piece!” Sam shouted from within the tree.

“Not going to question this right now,” John sighed.

Celestia giggled a bit before adding, “If they want something kept private, don't pressure them, and don't go Frakenstallion on them.”

“Yes, Princess,” she replied.

“Thank you!” Sam exclaimed. “Now, how do I get down?” Fluttershy then quietly said something and went to the tree to help him.

“How did he even get up their?” John muttered to himself.

“I think that's something we can figure out later,” Celestia said. “For now, you figure out living arrangements while I get this new statue to the Canterlot Gardens.”

“If I wasn’t aware of what he was that wouldn’t sound disturbing in the slightest… but I do so… yeah.”

She giggled at his remark and enveloped the stoned creature and vanished in a flash of light. Twilight then turned to the John with a wide smile. When she did, everypony nearby took a step back.

“Why am I feeling like I should be running a mile in the other direction?” John replied nervously.

“Because you probably should,” Rainbow said. She then got close to him and whispered, “Once she's distracted, follow Applejack as fast as you can.” She pointed in a random direction and yelled out, “Oh my gosh! Twilight! A pony just decided to rip that book apart!”

Twilight whipped her head in that direction and looked around frantically. “What!? Where!?”

John rapidly took off as both him and Applejack ran away from the assuming crazed Twilight. Sam was soon just behind them with Fluttershy on his back, with him leaving slight after-images of them both.

When Twilight turned around, her eyes twitched in annoyance from them suddenly vanishing.

Author's Notes:

Wayward Shadow: Took me forever to figure out how to get this published. The process of getting Google Docs onto this site has changed a bit, so there is my frustration.

Also, the Dark Brony has nothing to say (for now).