Chapter 52: Chaos, It’s A Beautiful Thing

Perspective: Dusk

(a few minutes later)

“I’m sorry Rarity, but we’re going to have to leave early, since Dusk need to get washed up before he goes back to Shy’s, and I’m sure that he wouldn’t want to go to your place.”

She seems saddened, but she understands why Twilight is saying this. “Okay then Twilight, I’ll just go back to the Boutique, and remove all of those blasted things that I put up. I’m afraid that I was thinking right.”

“Heh, you’re telling me.” Says Dusk in an accidentally sarcastic manner. He intended it to be a small joke, but it came out as an insult.

“That wasn’t necessary Dusk.” Says Rarity. She is hurt.

“Um... sorry, that came out wrong, it's a bad habit.”

“I hope so... okay, goodbye Twilight, goodbye Dusk.”

“Bye Rarity.” Responds Twilight

Dusk waves a single hoof, without saying a word, before he feels an unknown magical force surround him. The next thing he realizes, is that he is in the interior of Twilight’s treehouse. He also felt a little bit warmer than he was a second ago.

“Okay, here we are Dusk... oh wow, I didn’t know how wet we both are. SPIKE!”

“...” There is no response.

“Twi, what do you need the dragon-”

“SPIKE!” She yells in a startling loud voice. It isn’t as loud as the DRS, but he is standing right next to her. It is deafening.

“Damn it Twilight, why did you have to be so loud?!” He can still hear the ringing in his ears.

“Oh no, *facehoof* sorry Dusk.”

*iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii* is the only thing that the battered dark blue pegasus heard. He hasn’t recovered from the deafening yell.

“What did you say!?” Yells Dusk. He couldn’t even hear his own words.

“I said I’m sorry!”

*iiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg*

Spike is walking down the stairs at this time. He is rubbing his eyes, and is obvious to the chaos down below.

“Can you hear me!” Asks Twilight

Spike starts to groggily “Ughh, what’s going on down-”

“WHAT?! Speak louder Twilight!” Interrupts Dusk

“I SAID-!? Oh hey Spike, why didn’t-”

“WHAT?!”

[Discord could sense the chaos in that dreaded Twilight Sparkle’s home. Since those blasted Elements of Harmony imprisoned him back into stone, he could only find entertainment in what he could sense throughout Equestria, and it is so boring. Seeing such chaos, while being quite tame, warmed all three of his hearts...]

“Didn’t you clean the library like I said to?” Inquires Twilight.

Meanwhile, a certain muddy, and sore pegasus has regained his hearing. Unfortunately, he has also gotten quite a sharp headache.

“Ow... my head...” Complains Dusk.

“...aw crap, I knew I forgot something.” Dejectedly says the small purple dragon.

Twilight gasps in horror, when Spike finishs his sentence. “What. Did. You. Just. Say?!”

“Oh no...” Spike and Dusk simultaneously say.

---------- (Three horrible minutes later...)

“...and that’s why you should never say words like that.”

“*sigh* Okay Twilight...” He says in defeat.

“...Ow, this really hurts...” He has his hoof on his forehead, in pain. The throbbing pain of his head has intensified after being forced to listen to Twilight’s lecture about swearing.

Twilight could see that something was bothering Dusk. “What’s wrong Dusk?” She seems concerned.

“I have a headache. You’re yelling caused it, and your lecture worsened it.”

“Oh sorry Dusk, just wait a few moments, I’ll fix your headache.” She starts preparing a spell.

“Please do.”

She casts some sort of continuous spell on him, and he feels the effects of the spell instantly. The pain in his head slowly dissipated. About half a minute later, the pain was gone, and he was back to his normal pain-free self. (If you count out the pains from about half an hour ago.)

Dusk could only say one thing in response to the spell. “Wow, is there anything that you can’t do with magic? You could probably go back in time with your skills with magic for Luna’s sake.”

She looks up in both recognition, and remembrance. “I have.”

‘What?!’

“Would you like to see a picture of the future version of me, which is really the past version of me since I’m a  few months older than future me, and so that would mean-“

“Get to the point.” He didn’t understand what she was saying, nor did he care.

“Oh, well here it is.” She levitates a picture frame which hung on the wall.

Inside the picture frame, contains a completely different version of the Twilight he knows. Her normally straightened mane stuck up into the air. It sort of reminded Dusk of his own mane style, if he spiked it up. She also wore a white headband around her head, and she sported an eye patch. If he looked close enough, he could see a small scar on the right side of her face. She was wearing a black full body sneaking suit, which was torn in a few places. For some reason, only one thing went through his mind as he examined the picture.

‘Damn... she’s hot.’ *pomf* “Ow...”

His wings agree with his thoughts, deciding that this is an opportune time to pop up. (Which also hurt his injured wing.) He looks at his fully stretched wings with horror, and then turns to Twilight, who is blushing. Dusk begins to panic.

“Um... damn it, uh... this isn’t what it looks like Twilight...” He thought that he could hear a deep and evil laughter from outside. He chose to ignore this. “... I swear.”

Needless to say, she knows what was going on. “Uh huh, and so you just randomly have a wing boner whenever you see a picture of somepony.” She is smiling in a smug way, and her ego was getting stroked.

“Uh... sure.”

“...” She didn’t need to say anything, before Dusk fessed up.

“...Please don’t tell Fluttershy about this... It was a one off, and I would never, ever cheat on her. And also, you... uh... look... um...” He didn’t want to say what he thought best describes the picture.

“I guessing you like the look?” She asks.

“Yeah, pretty much... it’s actually make you look really hot. I’m sure that Zeph would love it if you showed him.”

“Really? I thought that I looked ridiculous. I just kept the image for the memory of what happened that week. So anyway... wait, why did I bring you here?” She has obviously forgotten, from all that has been going on.

“To clean me or something.”

Her eyes suddenly go wide, and she looks at the floor of her home. There is mud, and water everywhere, which was mainly caused by Dusk.

“*sigh* Look at the floor.” Says Twilight.

He looks at said floor, and feels a pang of guilt. “Uh... sorry about that Twi. I guess I should get cleaned up, and then I’ll do the floors as well.”

“Nonsense, I won’t let you clean the floors after all you’ve been through.” Insists Twilight.

“No seriously, it doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t worry about it Dusk... SPIKE, I NEED YOUR HELP!” Yells out Twilight. (Not as loudly as before.)

‘Well, that’s one way to clean the floors.’ Next Chapter: Chapter 53: The Cold Estimated time remaining: 3 Hours, 38 Minutes