“He’s late,” a strangely dressed young man muttered to himself as he stood in the parking lot of a convention center. His attire seemed to be a type of semi-mummified person, coupled with Bedouin style hood. He also had a myriad of weapons and bows, and had a rather large shield… all strapped to his back, with the exception of his sword. And he was waiting for his friend and fellow Assassin’s Creed and MLP fan.

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 was a myriad of faint red lines. The figure then turned to the young man before he said calmly, “Nothing is true.”

“Everything is permitted,” the younger man said. “Good to see you, Shadow Haze.”

“Same to you buddy, also, sorry for being a bit late. Had a bit of a hectic morning getting here.”

“Oh? What happened?” The young man asked.

“Chaos would be the simple way to describe it,” Shadow Haze responded, “besides you wouldn’t believe me if I told you what actually happened.”

“Whether I do or not, you’ve got my curiosity’s attention. What happened?”

“Well to make a long story short, 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,” Shadow Haze chuckled.

“Sounds better than what nearly happened to me,” the young man said. “Islamic lady on the bus nearly started beating me because my costume made me look like an Egyptian Cursebringer thing or whatever she called me in her broken Arabic.”

“You know, I’m not supposed to sound racist with my job and all… but if people are going to live somewhere, they should learn the language of the country they are immigrating to and not complain when people don’t live by their own beliefs.”

“It wasn’t that bad. I just had to keep my shield between her and me,” the young man said. “All jokes aside, you ready to head in?”

“Depends do you want me to keep calling you WW2Brony for the day, or do you have an actual name to be called?” Shadow Haze asked as he reached under the seat of his motorbike pulling out what looked to be an almost exact replica of an assassins hidden blade as he began to attach it to his right arm as he pulled the sleeves of his jacket up before allowing it to cover the blade again as the sleeves obscured the blade from sight.

“Jackson,” he answered. “I’m more into the Egyptian Assassins or Hidden Ones. Seems less negative.”

“Well, sure I shouldn’t call you Percy before that name?” Shadow Haze asked with a smirk before adding, “and to be fair, yours is less on the nose than the term ‘assassin’.”

“Well, if in the realms of possibilities and chances we are Displaced like those fanfictions we read and sometimes write, better Hidden One than Assassin,” Jackson said. “Less jumping to conclusions.”

“I guess so,” Shadow Haze responded as he pulled a pistol from his side removing the magazine from inside the gun and replacing it with an empty one before placing the gun back against his side in its holster before putting the magazine full of bullets into the seat of his bike as he closed and locked the compartment under the seat.

“And I forgot to ask your name,” Jackson said out loud.

“You can simply call me John,” the man previously identified as Shadow Haze admitted.

“So what Assassin/Hidden One are you dressed as?” Jackson asked.

“Would you believe me if I told you I wasn’t a specific one, with so many versions of the characters, it was too open to select a single one, so I made my own costume. Heck, even my assassin’s blade is custom made, from the rest of the force as a birthday present,” John admitted revealing the Hidden Blade on his arm.

“Wow,” Jackson commented. “I’m pretty much Bayek from Origins, but more focused around the Curse of the Pharaohs, with an idea of him becoming an undead servant of Amun and an enemy/rival to Anubis.”

“I see, well at least you put more thought into your own than I did to mine,” John admitted before continuing to say, “so, do you want to head in, or is there anything else you want to ask me?”

“Nothing important to ask...yet, so let’s just go in,” Jackson said, moving towards the Convention center.

When the two entered, Jackson took a deep breath. “So where to first? Watch some hype or look around with a 0.00001% chance of Displacement?” He asked, joking with the second question.

“Do I need to make a claim on Murphy’s law?” John asked.

Jackson looked at John before raising his hands in defeat. “Alright, I admit wanting to go to Equestria if it is even possible. Until such is, I’m stuck with the sucky life I’m given.”

“You say that, but would you really want to be displaced as what you are dressed as now, I’d assume you’d want to turn into someone stronger.”

“In my mind's eye, strength isn’t everything,” Jackson said. “If I was wanting to get displaced as a Dragon Ball type character, then I would go with strength.”

“And yet you’d probably get destroyed by Frieza or Cell,” John admitted with a smirk.

“Why do you have to antagonize my thoughts and ideas?” Jackson mock-complained.

“Because, you are simply asking for trouble, and besides. Do you realise just how silly it sounds that those Displacer people even exist?”

“Just like how some people thought certain ideas were silly, until they happened. Light bulbs for example?” Jackson shot back. “For quite a lot of time, most people believed that candles and oil lamps were to be the only artificial lights, until Edison did his thing.”

“That much I know, but there was scientific evidence to prove it could work, while we have none to prove that Displacement is actually plausible.”

“The same can be said about the ‘proof’ of various deities in various religions,” Jackson countered. “No physical proof, but plenty of writings...although you make more sense than those who bash on religion.”

“Maybe we should move on to a conversation that won’t anger anyone here,” John suggested.

“I’m not angry at your conversation. I’m actually entertained.” A figure responded from a booth next to them.

“And you are?” Jackson asked, putting up his guard.

“I’m nothing more than a salesman like everyone else here,” the figure in the booth who was wearing the Isu Armour from Assassin’s creed origins along with the techno glowing mask that was covering the figures face and seemingly distorting his voice to the point neither Jackson or John could make out if the figure was a woman or a man.

“You seem to stand out more than they do,” Jackson commented while pointing to the various other booths. “And if I didn’t know that was Isu Armor, I would have mistaken you for Rinzler or some other Tron character person.”

“Heh, never really heard that before,” the figure chuckled. “Care to browse my wares?”

“Why does the fact he’s wearing a costume from the series we’re dressed as seem very… unnerving,” John asked.

“There are two possible answers,” Jackson answered back. “I’m not going to mention one of them, based on how steamed you got over it. The other is that his costume choice was purely coincidental. Both are possible, but they are also improbable.”

“I see you chose to agree with me on that point at least.”

“Still, to figure out whether one, the other, or both are either true or false, we need to do something that is certainly stupid beyond practical belief,” Jackson said.

“I know what you are suggesting and just so you know, if what you are aiming for happens, I will never let you live it down.”

“How much for that golden mask?” Jackson asked. He then elbowed John and gestured for him to choose something.

John sighed looking at the wares on the table while he thought, “If his wish comes true, I’ll begin to wish I kept the loaded magazine.” It was then that John gestured to a small ring that was on show before he said, “I guess that ring is simple enough to not look too out of place.”

“Of all the-” Jackson shook his head. “Why just the ring? Swords and Pieces of Eden replicas are available.”

John simply smirked before saying, “Because I knew it would piss you off.”

Jackson growled at him before turning back to the stall owner. “How much for both?”

“I don’t know, depends on if your ‘friend’ their just gonna continue with the joke or is he going to say what he really wants?” the salesman asked.

“I doubt he will,” Jackson answered. “He may be a big Assassin’s Creed fan, but when he “smells” something funny, he is overly cautious and he gets a big kick out of getting me riled up.”

“And who can blame me,” John added with a chuckle as he looked at one of the swords on show that looked to be a longsword that had a hilt that looked too closely resemble a dragon’s jaw with the blade piercing through its open mouth.

“Just chose something!” Jackson almost yelled. “I’ll pay for all of it if you just stop that!”

John then smirked at the salesman as he simple chuckled before saying, “I’m assuming you planned for him to react the way he did?”

“Oh, I definitely did. But you know what, I might as well get that sword with that ring.”

“Well if you do that, I may just throw in the Shroud, for you giving me a bit of entertainment. Honestly, you two are the most entertaining people I’ve seen all day.”

“Thank you Mr. Isu suit and #%$@ you John for winding me up,” Jackson said.

“You're welcome,” John responded with a smile.

“So how much for all of this stuff?” Jackson asked.

“$50 for the mask, sword, and ring, with a free Shroud.” Jackson handed over the cash and placed the mask on himself and John simply sighed as he took off his jacket as the salesman saw the Hidden Blade on his arm and the gun at his side.

It was then Jackson heard the salesman mutter to himself, “At least that one is prepared,” as John attached the sword to his side while putting the Shroud over his back before replacing his jacket to cover the rest of his purchases.

“Uh, what?” Jackson asked before he started to feel dizzy. “And now I’m questioning my sanity in wishing what I did.” He then fainted.

“Of course you did,” John responded not looking Jackson's way as he began to place the ring on before hearing him hit the ground and turning to see Jackson on the floor as he stopped quickly dropping to Jackson’s side as he shook him in an attempt to wake him up before he said, “Of course the moron gets…”

However, he was cut off as he quickly turned to see the salesman standing over him before quickly striking John on the side of his neck as he collapsed before the Salesman picked up the ring placing it on Johns' finger before both he and Jackson disappeared. Shortly after, a faint eagle call was heard.

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