Searing came home one Tuesday and was greeted with an unusual sight. There were people working on something in the driveway, and part of the outside of the house was opened up. "What's going on?"

Discord drove up next to her in a Lamborghini, and it looked like he had a flintlock pistol and piles of treasure with him. "The water heater kind of exploded, so it's getting repaired, along with some other pipes."

Searing eyed the loot. "And where, exactly, did you get all that?"

"All along I-95 on the east coast."

". . . Piracy?"

"On the road, no less! TCPQ FO' LIFE! Or until I get bored of it. Hey, since they'll be at it for a while, how about I take you to the mall?"

"No."

"I'll give you $1000 to spend there~"

Searing weighed her options for a bit. "Fine. I don't promise that I'll enjoy it, though." She got in the one open back seat, next to all kinds of gold, jewelry, gems, and boxed margarita mixes. "What's so special about this place anyways?"

"Buckle up, dear."

"Huh?"

"Look next to your left shoulder." Searing looked where she was told. "Take the metal and plastic thingy, pull it across your body, and click it into the plastic thingy with a red button in the seat."

Searing clicked the seat belt into place. "How am I supposed to wear this thing?"

"You've got it right," Discord assured.

"It's going between my-"

"That's perfectly normal. You'll just have to deal with it."

"It's weird. . . That means nothing to you, does it?"

"Nope!" Discord drove off, and the trip to the mall was soon filled with him babbling on about what was there while Searing was doing her best to both tune him out and listen to what he was saying at the same time.

"Here we are!" Discord said when he pulled up in front of the mall fifteen minutes later. Specifically, a store called Target. "Go on and have fun."

Searing got out of the car with her new wallet, leaving the backpack in the car, and as soon as she closed the door behind her, Discord drove off to do whatever it was he was going to do. Renaissance style graffiti of Wobbly Javelin in a slum, or something like that. "Have fun, he says. I don't even know what to do here." With a sigh, she made up her mind. "May as well head in." Choice made, she walked inside.

When she saw the sheer volume and variety of things available for sale, Searing slowed her pace. The amount of clothes alone looked like it would take a month or two for even a few talented unicorns to make, and that wasn't factoring in the jewelry, watches, and handbags that were on display either.

There were all kinds of cards available, both for greeting and for games she couldn't begin to comprehend.

There were medicines and household supplies. Office, arts and crafts, storage, kitchen, all of it was covered.

Groceries; fresh, frozen, refrigerated, and dry, all were available.

Sporting goods that she could kind of imagine the uses for, if only for the pictures on the packaging.

A mind boggling amount of toys and games she'd never dreamed of. Things she'd never had the luxury to get. The pink section didn't really appeal to her, though.

The electronics were mind boggling and full of numbers and terms she couldn't begin to comprehend.

Circling back through the clothes, she found herself back near the entrance and a coffee shop she hadn't noticed on the way in. "I need a drink." There was a line, so she got in it and waited. Being tall, she was able to look over some of the people in front of her to look at the menu. "What are all these drinks? Espresso? Cappuccino?"

Finally, her turn came. "Hi, Searing," the barista said.

Searing's attention was caught. "How-?"

"High Note. History class. What would you like?"

"Oh. Uh. . ." Searing quickly looked over the menu again and found something familiar. "A large hot chocolate, please."

"That'll be $5.14."

Searing paused as she was pulling out a $20 bill. "The menu says $4.79."

"Sales tax," High Note casually explained. "It's on everything."

"Ohhh." Searing wanted to know a bit more, but decided it could wait a bit. After getting her change, she went over to the serving side of the counter to wait.

She didn't have to wait long. "One hot chocolate, Searing," High Note said. "Have you really not heard of the sales tax?" She quickly asked.

"No, I haven't." The former unicorn took a sip of her drink. It was hot, but tolerable, and tasted pretty good.

"Just add 10% to the listed price on anything as an overestimate. I'd love to talk more, but I gotta go."

Searing decided to sit down at a nearby table to collect her thoughts. "Sales tax. How was I supposed to know. . . At least I found out about it on a small thing first. Silver lining." Once her drink was gone and she'd collected herself a bit, Searing decided to go back in and look at the toys. Surely, there would be something there that she would like.

The pink section full of girl toys, upon inspection, really wasn't Searing's cup of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. She especially found the pony toys distasteful, and the irony wasn't lost on her, even if the terminology was.

The boy toys, funnily enough, had a greater variety of colors. Sure, a lot of them were darker, but it wasn't as much of an eyesore. The first thing she looked at were a group of figures called Transformers. "Robot to vehicle. Huh. Hmm. . ." She picked up a random one. "Starscream. He looks like a pushover. I bet Rainbow Dash could beat him in a fight."

Back in Equestria, Rainbow Dash felt an odd sense of pride swell up, like somepony had complimented her on something great that she had and hadn't done. "Huh." With a shrug, she went back to her bowl of cereal.

Looking down a few feet, past some weird turtles, she saw another colorful selection of toys, labelled Power Rangers Dino Fury. "Blegh. Weird name. What even is a Dino anyways?" Curious all the same, she glossed over the figures before seeing the megazords. "Rearrange for more power?" She looked over the back and saw how the parts could be reconfigured, and a couple other combinations using other zords. "Okay, that's actually pretty cool. . . Oooh, claw!"

Searing picked the claw weapon off the shelf and looked at the back. "Extra armor with the claw? Yes, please! . . . But it's just a toy." With a little bit of sorrow, she put the claw back on the shelf. "Maybe later."

The next aisle had Nerf guns. Searing's imagination started taking off, seeing a hybrid of her human and unicorn forms going around the battlefield with recolored versions of many of the guns and firing magically charged explosive darts at anything that moved. Sure, the number of darts and explosions that landed was much greater than the number she fired, but it was awesome nonetheless. "I wonder if anything I picked up in the bunker can do that?"

It wasn't long before she decided to walk around and see what else was in the mall. After all, she could always come back later.

The stores she saw as she strolled through the vast and crowded building's two floors were mostly clothing stores. Athletic, fashion, shoes, and, to her surprise, a few with women's undergarments as their main product, proudly on display. The last one greatly confused her, since those weren't supposed to be shown in public, at least as far as she knew. "Am I missing something here?"

A kitchenware store had a display of knives in their window. "I bet Yang would appreciate those. They look really good." The price tag caught her eye. "$339.99? And ten percent on top makes it. . . Um. . . Still too much."

A small jewelry store caught her attention for a bit, and Searing went in to look around at the products on display. None of it was on her must-get list, but it was nice to kill a minute or two in there.

She almost passed up a fragrant store full of body and hair care products when one label caught her eye. "Brave Phoenix? Buck yes!" The two sets of shampoo and conditioner she bought two minutes later came to over $70, and while she did feel a bit of a financial sting from it, she was still very happy with the purchase.

A store full of random sundries and knicknacks left her very confused.

After nearly an hour of walking around aimlessly and getting a couple other little things that caught her attention, she found her way to the food court. She was about to look around at all the options when a commotion close to one of the places caught her attention. "Don't tell me. . ."

As she got closer, she could tell that it was the cheerleaders that hated her accosting someone at a table. "So you're not saying anything, hm?" The blue skinned one asked. "It's surprising seeing you like this, but we can get you to talk." She gestured and the orange skinned one moved in. "You like those chopsticks, don't you? Well, let's see what happens when those sticks get chopped."

When the sound of snapping wood came, so too did Searing's patience end. She grabbed the purple skinned one's ponytail and harshly pulled her back, making the cheerleader elicit an oddly pleasing, "owowowowowowow. . . What the?"

Confusion settled over the gaggle of girls. The cheerleaders looked between their original target and Searing. Searing paid them no mind as she locked eyes with a kimono clad girl that looked just like her and was clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Get out of here," Searing firmly told the cheerleaders. They promptly left, greatly confused. Searing, in her own confusion, turned to the seated girl and sat down with a sigh across from her and her sketchbook. "Okay, so, what's your name?"

"Searing Victory," the nervous girl said with an English accent.

The table promptly got served with one face from a former unicorn. "What even is this?"

"Is your name-"

"Searing Victory, yes, it is. And I'm sorry you got caught up in my mess."

"You know them?"

"Cheerleaders that don't like me for whatever reason. Probably some policy I removed. Maybe they're just the muscle for the school newspaper's president." The former unicorn picked her head up. "Crystal Prep Academy, if you couldn't tell."

"I go to Canterlot High. Does that make us rivals?"

"One topic at a time! And no." Silence reigned again. "I never thought meeting a double of myself would be so. . ."

"Anticlimactic?"

"Sure, that. What's your story?"

"Well, I grew up in an orphanage in England after my parents abandoned me at three years old. I got beat up a lot, until a woman adopted me when I was ten. She brought me here, and in spite of her. . . Quirks, she's actually pretty nice. I call her Mom, but her name's Eris."

Not-Unicorn Searing blinked at the name. "Why does it feel like that's significant somehow?"

Human Searing shrugged. "Beats me."

"What about the. . . Whatever you're wearing is called?"

"I like Japanese stuff, and mom gets me a lot of it. This is a layered kimono, and it's very comfy." Her gaze went to the broken items. "Those chopsticks were a gift from mom. One of the first. . ."

At the first sign of sniffles, Not-Unicorn Searing went around and pulled her counterpart into a hug. "Hey, it'll be fine. They served you well. Do you want to hear my story?"

"S-sure."

Not-Unicorn Searing went back to her side of the table. "This is probably going to be a really stupid choice." After taking a moment to collect herself, she started. "I was born a unicorn filly in-"

"Okay, stop right there," Human Searing said with a sudden edge that caught Not-Unicorn Searing off guard. "Unicorns aren't real."

"But-"

"If your next words have anything to do with having memories of or identifying as a unicorn, we're done." Not-Unicorn was left speechless, mostly on account of not knowing what to say in the face of such absurd phrasing and mood shift. "Now, what's your real story?"

"What's with the sudden change of tone?"

"You want that story? Fine. Last year, I went to an anime convention."

Not-Unicorn Searing interrupted. "What's anime?"

Human Searing blinked in confusion. "How have you. . . It's a style of animation associated with Japan. Anyways, I was there, and there were some people there that seemed to sincerely believe that they were the character they were cosplaying as."

"What's cospl-"

"Interrupt me again, see what happens, doppelganger. Anyways, I pointed out that, no, they weren't who they believed they were, especially the guys that were dressed up as girls and girls dressed up as guys. That happened on the first, second, and third days. On the fourth day, they found each other and confronted me. I don't remember the full encounter, but I managed to beat them up without ruining the kimono I was wearing. I think it was something like ten to one against me." She pulled out her phone and flicked through a few things. "Here's the video."

Not-Unicorn gently held up the device and watched the recorded security camera footage of the Searing across from her, wearing a smaller, white kimono, getting pushed around by ten other people while a crowd watched. After one push too many, she started going on the offense, practically dancing between them in a trance as they tried to land a blow. She evaded everything and efficiently seized upon the clumsy mistakes the cosplayers made. Right before security got through the crowd, she slammed the last one's back against her knee.

The security person made the mistake of putting a hand on her shoulder and promptly got flipped over. When she realized that it was a security person, all the energy left her body and she fell over.

Human Searing reclaimed the device. "All of us got questioned about the events, the footage was checked, and mixed opinions came in. Some said it was their fault for pushing me around and that I acted in self-defense. Others said I provoked them into attacking me with my words. A few people didn't care either way because the fight was worth watching by itself without context."

"Those were some good moves," Not-Unicorn said with admiration. "Can you teach me?"

"Well-" The phone started ringing, and Not-Unicorn Searing caught a glimpse of a picture of a woman with short white hair and a familiar color scheme. "Excuse me. It's mom." Human Searing answered it. "Hi, mom. . . I'm. . . Yes, I'm just outside the Chinese place in the food court. . . I guess you could say that? . . She. . . Fine, I guess I can." Human Searing held the phone out. "She wants to talk to you."

Not-Unicorn looked at the device. "So I just hold it and-"

Human Searing roughly put the phone in her counterpart's hand and moved it into place. "Just talk."

"Hello? . . Searing Victory. . . Yes. . . Yes. . . Yes. . . I know it's hard to believe but. . . How did you? . . Oh sweet Celestia no. . . Okay. . ." Not-Unicorn Searing held out the phone. "Your mom met my. . . dad, for lack of a better term."

"What?" Human Searing took the phone. "Mom? Mom?" She looked at the phone. "She hung up. Did she sound upset?"

"No, it sounded like they were on the path of friendship. What's Eris like?"

"She's. . . Odd. I've never seen her sleep, she's constantly changing everything in the house except my room, and she's strangely interested in chaos."

Not-Human Searing headdesked. "Sweet Celestia, there's two of them."

"Two of who, my dear?"

Both Searings looked to the side of the table the voice had come from. "Hi, Discord," Not-Unicorn Searing said.

At the same time a few seconds later, the red skinned girls looked to the other side of the table. "Hi, mom," Human Searing said. For a few seconds, she and her double looked between the eerily similar chaotic people. "All of a sudden, I'm rethinking your thing about being a unicorn."

"And she's a looker of a unicorn, too!" Discord said before dropping a small album in front of Human Searing.

Human Searing carefully opened it and started looking through the pictures. Not-Unicorn looked as well, mostly out of curiosity. Towards the end, Human Searing stopped. "Why does it look like you're friends with Yang Xiao Long from RWBY?"

"She employed me as a bodyguard and bartender after I got discharged from boot camp," Not-Unicorn Searing explained. "It was mostly bartending that I did, right up to the point where everyone except Discord forgot I existed and barely noticed me. I miss her. And what's RWBY?"

Human searing looked back at the album, disregarding the last question. "I'm not even going to question that."

Discord picked up the broken chopsticks. "Do you want to see a magic trick?"

"I'd rather-"

"Abra Kadabra!" Discord brought his hands together. When he pulled them apart, the broken sticks were gone. "Aaaaaaand Alakazam!" He brought his hands back together. When he pulled them apart, he was holding the chopsticks, undamaged and looking like new. "Do you believe in magic?"

"In a young girl's heart?" Eris seamlessly added.

"How the music can-"

Not-Unicorn put her hand over Discord's mouth. "Stop. Just tell me what you've got planned."

"We're thinking of encouraging your friendship," Eris said. "We've already decided to have supper at my place tonight. You two should be able to get along pretty well." Both Searings looked at each other. "Here's some extra spending money." Eris gave Human Searing a few hundred dollars. "Now go have fun confusing people while you're shopping." Eris and Discord got up and left them.

"Well, that happened," Human Searing said with a sigh. "They are way too similar for my liking."

"I'm just going to ignore most of what they said," Not-Unicorn Searing said. "So, do you believe my story of being a unicorn now?"

"I suppose. Those pictures were spooky, like I was looking at me. . . So, do you need some new clothes?"

"Well, not really. . . I have my school uniform and a few other clothes."

"What do you have?"

"Ahhh. . . I don't know what they're all called."

"How can you not-"

"Unicorn. Clothes were optional where I'm from."

"Then I guess I'm your teacher for now."

The next few hours were a sharp blur of names, descriptions, numbers, and fabric for Not-Unicorn Searing. It went fast, and there were a few things she didn't remember, but they were things that Human Searing said weren't super important. Human Searing wasn't excited about it herself, but teaching her counterpart about everything was an eye opening look into how much she did know.

Eventually, the phone rang. "Yes, mom? . . Oh, okay. . . Yeah. . . I was just about to do that. . . Half an hour should be plenty of time. . . I'm sure we have enough money between us for it. I stuck to items that were only on a good sale before this stop. . . We'll be waiting. Bye."

"What was that about?" Not-Unicorn asked with some exhaustion in her voice. If it wasn't for the loads of bags she was carrying, she wouldn't be tired from shopping at all. "And why am I carrying everything?"

"We have one last stop to make." Human Searing turned around with a flourish and gestured to the store next to them. "Behold, Japan Lifestyles!"

Not-Unicorn Searing looked to the colorful store, one of many she had seen, but not really noticed. "Is it more clothes?"

"Yes."

"Sweet Celestia why?"

"Before we go in, what is Celestia like for you? She's the principal of my school."

"She's one of the immortal alicorn rulers of Equestria, basically the highest authority in the land, if not the world, she moves the sun, and Yang is on good terms with her. Can we just get this over with?"

"Huh." Human Searing led them in. "Ohayo, Owner-San!"

"Ah, Searing-Chan," a foreign man said as he stepped out from the back and stopped. "And another Searing-Chan. I am confused."

"Believe me, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. Anyways, do you have it ready?"

"It is nearly done. I just need to finish the sleeves. Why are there two of you?"

"Excellent. We'll be out here. And I'll explain later."

"Alright." The man went back to the back to do whatever he was doing.

"So, why are there two of you, Searing?" The guy behind the register asked.

Human Searing sighed for effect. "Well, if you must know, it's a cosmic coincidence so big and unlikely that I'm starting to believe it was planned. That, or we were identical twins separated at birth and given the same name, which I should have known about."

"How about I just say she's from the Mirror World and stay quiet about it?"

"That's a decent answer." Human Searing began taking her counterpart on a tour of the store. The first stop was, not to her counterpart's surprise, the selection of premade kimonos, and a short video guide there on how to properly wear one. One detail that got emphasized was to wear it left over right, as right over left was solely for the dead. As far as Not-Unicorn Searing was concerned, it was just a robe, or a dress, or some weird combination of the two.

After ten minutes, he approached the kimono-clad Searing. "It's ready for you, Searing-Chan."

"Sweet. It's actually for her, but it'll fit just the same. Come on!" Human Searing pulled Not-Unicorn Searing along to the back of the store, where a small workshop was located. On a mannequin was a kimono that immediately brought Yang to mind with its color scheme. "Mom suggested the theme and I had no other ideas. Owner-San, I'll help her with trying it on."

"Go ahead," the owner said.

Human Searing took the kimono off the mannequin and brought Not-Unicorn Searing to a small office. "Before we start-"

"Are you sure we should be back here?" Not-Unicorn Searing asked.

"I work here on the weekends and he likes me. It's fine. Anyways, yours and mine are made very similarly, so I'll take mine off and you can follow my lead."

Not-Unicorn Searing looked away as her human counterpart started disrobing. "You're sure we can-"

"Hey, eyes over here."

The former unicorn looked over and saw a surprising sight. Her human counterpart had a black and yellow sports bra and black ankle length leggings on, both pieces fitting her very well and highlighting a surprising amount of lean muscle. "Uhh. . ."

Human Searing sighed. "And that's one reason I like the kimono instead of more normal clothes. It helps keep eyes off of me."

"So should I. . ."

"Yes." After the order, Human Searing was soon out of her uniform, and nervously standing there in her undergarments. "Now, pick up your kimono and follow my lead." Human Searing slowly went through the motions she had mastered for putting the kimono on, explaining each step and guiding her counterpart as needed. "So, how is it?" She asked after they were done.

"It's. . . Not bad," Not-Unicorn said. "How did you get those muscles?"

"Eris has me exercise with her in some form or another on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school. It's intense, but I've come to like it. More importantly, is there anything that doesn't fit quite right? Anything uncomfortable?"

"Well. . . No, not really."

"That's good. Let's go pay Owner-San." After gathering Not-Unicorn's uniform, they left the office and quickly found him. "Everything fits her just fine, Owner-San. Another excellent job."

"Thank you, Searing-Chan," the store owner said. "So why are there two of you?"

"It's a cosmic coincidence that I'm still trying to wrap my head around. I'm just saving the existential crisis for later and having some fun with her to help ward it off. So, how much do we owe for this fine piece of work?"

"$500."

Not-Unicorn Searing's jaw dropped at the price, and it would have dropped further when she saw Human Searing casually paying for it with their combined cash, were it not already at maximum drop. "F-five hundred dollars? Just for this?"

Human Searing put a hand on her shoulder. "For what it is, it's a really good price. You'd have to go all the way to Japan to get a kimono of similar quality, and it would cost more too. It's also custom-made. One of a kind. Tailored just for you. Us. Whatever."

"Well. . ."

"And the materials are top grade. Soft, durable, and easy to clean. A long kimono like that is good at any time of the year, even in winter. I don't know how Owner-San does it, but he's really good."

"Thank you, Searing-Chan," the owner said.

"Anyways, mom should be here any moment to get us. Let's go."

"A-alright," Not-Unicorn Searing said.

"There you two are," Eris happily said as the kimono clad twins stepped out. "And you both look fantastic! I'll have to get a picture later."

Both Searings followed her out the store, through the mall, and to the parking lot. After putting the bags from their shopping spree in the trunk, they went to the back seat. Once they left the parking lot, Human Searing spoke. "Okay, I think now's a good time for the freakout." She slumped sideways onto her double's shoulder and went catatonic with a thousand yard stare.

"H-hey, are you okay?" Not-Unicorn Searing asked.

"She'll be fine by the time we get home," Eris assured. "It's her way of handling stressful situations after the fact."

"How often does it happen?"

"Only once every few months now. It used to be a weekly occurrence before I adopted her. I taught her how to handle it until we got home, or at least to the car. How do you handle stress, little Miss Not-Unicorn?"

Not-Unicorn Searing ignored the teasing nickname. "I tend to get frustrated. It's gotten me into trouble before."

Eris nodded. "I understand."

As soon as the car was parked and the engine turned off, Human Searing got back to a regular sitting position. "Okay, I think I'm good now," she said. "Nothing bad happened, just a lot of confusion."

"Excellent," Eris said. "You're helping move all the shopping bags for your double."

"Yes, mom." Both Searings got out at the same time while Eris opened the trunk. Human Searing picked up all the bags with a level of skill that Not-Unicorn Searing admired. "Let's go in." Human Searing led her counterpart upstairs to her spacious room, filled with all manner of Japanese items.

Not-Unicorn Searing went up to one display with things in them that looked familiar. "Is this Power Ranger-"

"Ryusoulger," Human Searing preempted as she set the bags down. "Similar, but different. That's the quality stuff in there, from Japan. I don't buy the American versions."

"I see."

Eris's voice came up. "Girls! Supper's ready!"

"Should I change back to my uniform or-"

"No, you're fine," Human Searing assured her as she went downstairs.

The dining room, unlike the normal looking house Not-Unicorn Searing had seen so far, looked like it was pulled out of a castle. Gray stone brick walls, sconces with torches emulating fire, a well lit iron chandelier, heavy wooden table, and electric candles flickering all over the place. Even the chairs looked like they'd come out of an old castle. "Well, this looks. . ." Not-Unicorn Searing started.

"It's just her taste for now. Last week, this room looked like it came from a space station." Human Searing took her spot at the table, and Not-Unicorn sat down across from her. "I have no idea where the stuff goes to or comes from."

Discord and Eris showed up a moment later with some loaded plates. "We're having Mexican food tonight!" He announced before they fluidly moved around the room and set the meals down in front of the girls, followed by their own spots.

Not-Unicorn voiced her confused thoughts. "So, we're having Mexican food. . . In a castle themed dining room. . ."

"German architecture," Eris supplied.

"While two of us are from England and another world. . . Wearing Japanese clothes. . ."

"And that's not as deep as it's gone before," Human Searing added as she started on her meal. "I think the record was Aztec temple, Indian music, Chinese meal, French dessert, both with Australian touches, Zulu furniture and decor, I was wearing a kimono, as usual, and she looked like she came right out of Oktoberfest, all here in America. That's ten cultures worth of stuff, with two people, one room, and one meal. It was good, but keeping track of all that intersecting stuff was a bloody headache."

Not-Unicorn began massaging her temples as she tried to figure it out. "So. . . What's the point of all that?"

Human Searing shrugged. "I have no idea what goes through her head. Maybe there is no point? More importantly, tamales!"

After the girls finished their homework, with Human Searing helping Not-Unicorn Searing a bit on each topic, it was time for them to go their separate ways. Discord's Lamborghini, however, had no seats available for any passengers, so Eris followed with both girls back in the backseat.

"So, do you want to join us in our workouts?" Human Searing asked her counterpart. "I think you'd have fun."

"That sounds like a good idea," Not-Unicorn Searing said after a bit of thought. "Monday, Wednesday, Friday, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm in."

The rest of the trip was quiet. Not-Unicorn Searing was worn out from the events of the day and Human Searing was watching the landscape go by outside.

When they arrived at Not-Unicorn Searing's place, Human Searing voiced an observation. "It looks like we won't have to go out of our way to pick you up from Crystal Prep."

"Huh?" Not-Unicorn asked as they started unloading the shopping bags from the car again.

"That last right turn we made to get here? We go left to get to the gym. I didn't realize it until a minute ago. Small world, huh?"

"Yeah, sure."

The two brought all the bags in and upstairs to Not-Unicorn's pipe themed bedroom. "So this is your room? Interesting choice of design."

"I don't know what it'll be tomorrow. Last night's theme was volcanoes and the furniture looked like it was made of obsidian. Discord changes it everyday while I'm at school or going for a walk."

"Every day?"

"Chaos magic."

Human Searing thought about the explanation for a minute. "I'm not even going to question that. It makes too much sense." She let out a short bark of laughter. "Ha! Chaos making sense! What a contradiction!"

"You're not even questioning the magic part of it?"

"I don't see any other way it can make sense."

Discord and Eris stood side by side in the doorway. "What fun is there in making sense anyways?" They said at the same time with perfect harmony.

Both Searings leaned away from them a bit. "That's creepy," Human Searing said.

"Yeah, it is," Not-Unicorn Searing said.

"Hey, let's get some pictures of you two together," Eris suggested as she pulled out her phone and started taking pictures.

"Excellent idea!" Discord said as he pulled out a Polaroid camera. "Strike a pose, girls!"

"Uh, no," Not-Unicorn Searing said before she was blinded by a camera flash. "Discord!"

"Please don't, mom," Human Searing said as Eris took some pictures as well.

After half an hour of reluctant acceptance and some posing, Eris and Human Searing left with the promise of picking up Not-Human Searing after school on Wednesday for the trip to the gym.

Not-Unicorn Searing, meanwhile, just plopped down on her bed once they were gone. "Water mattress. Not surprising." It wasn't long before she had gotten comfortable and was on the way to the land of dreams.

Author's Notes:

This chapter was so much fun to write. Of course, there will be more of both Searings together, but they won't be switching places anytime soon. Or anytime later.

Also, who saw this coming? Just curious.