War Heart opened his eyes to a new day. He got out of bed and walked over to his window, this place he was looking at was familiar to him, he was home. He looked down to notice he had hooves again. His face lit up as he burst out the door of his room and ran into the main room of his shield hall, a plate of steaming pancakes waiting on the table for him, but only one plate. He looked around, now somewhat confused. “Ditzy, where are you?”, he raised his voice slightly, calling out to her. He ran over to the front door, ready to run out and search for her. He crashed through the door with ease to find himself fall several feet down and hit a stone floor. He looked around him and saw only the cold walls of stone, the cold enveloping him in a feeling of hopelessness. He stared at the ground, losing his confidence, trying to live with the fact, he will never go home, never see her, never know what would have happened if he decided to stay instead of going on a suicide mission. A small piece of the ceiling in the cave broke away, the light shining directly on War Heart, he looked towards the blinding light, he saw a silhouette of a mare, he couldn’t quite make out who it was, but he thought it was Ditzy. War Heart tried to fly towards the light, only to feel something tug on his wing. He heard the rattling of chains, he looked down to see he was chained to the floor. He landed and tried pulling on the chain to no avail. He stopped for a moment, beginning to lose hope once more.

“You’ll never return at this rate…”, the mare’s voice echoed throughout the cave, it wasn’t recognizable who it was, but it inspired War Heart. He got up and tried flying again, he was pulled back again by the chains. He kept pulling, more chains shot from the floor as his determination turned to rage as he was pulled back more, losing altitude slowly but surely. As he was forcibly returned to the ground the light from above began to eclipse, as if something were closing the way out slowly. The all-consuming darkness began to creep towards him as the light went away. His rage turned to fear as he futilely struggled to get free. He reached towards the light with his front hoof as the last of the opening had shut. He froze, he laid down as he felt all he cared for slip away, the darkness still creeping on him, then consuming him.

War Heart woke up, the dream inspiring a new bout of depression in the new day. He stood up, wearing his jeans from the day before. He walked out to the main room, many people riddled about the floor, the room reeking of alcohol. “Right, I forgot about the party…”, War Heart whispered to himself as he walked to the kitchen. He sat down on a stool at the counter.

“These dreams are becoming a nuisance…”, he told himself. He looked over to a bottle full of a yellow liquid, he turned it to look at the label.

“Olaf’s Sack Mead…”, he read the label and noticed that a post-it note was stuck to the bottle. He took it off and read it, ‘War Heart, you really need to cut loose, drink up, Chris.’, War Heart chuckled as he crumpled the paper and put it on the counter. He took off the cap of the bottle and took a drink, tasting the sweetness of the honey-wine. He recalled the time he shared his mead with his friends in Ponyville, smiling at the good memories of that night. He looked around the room to see Kacey in the armchair, his head tilted down, hands still on his laptop.

“That guy spends too much time on that thing…”, War Heart whispered to himself as he took another drink. War Heart walked over towards the TV and turned it on to the news and then went to his room and got dressed. He thought he may as well get ready since he’s no longer grounded. War Heart developed a new taste for longer range weapons as of late, he learned the hard way that being shot isn’t very enjoyable. He felt like he had more control of himself when attacking from a distance, not getting too emotional about. His biggest problem being that he would lose his temper, and totally lose it to the point where he would brutalise an opponent long after they were dead. His new arsenal consisted of dual revolvers of ridiculous size, due to his own ridiculous size and strength, he could wield them without much trouble. He kept his sword in case anyone decided to get to close. He always had a vest under his shirt, in case he was outside and someone decided to take a shot at him, it wouldn’t be fatal. He was all suited up after about a minute. He walked back into the main room, the TV showing a gathering of people, dressed in the usual BluntHeads Green, all marching the streets. War Heart turned up the volume to hear the audio of the story.

“It seems that recent events have driven one of the local organization to mobilise and claim the streets by force. It seems that the leader of the BluntHeads has appeared to issue a challenge to The Last Heroes, a new group that has been on the rise as of late, lead by the infamous Angel of War.”, the news caster spoke in the usual tone of reporters.

“Angel of War…? Nice name…”, War Heart said as he went to Kacey and nudged his leg with his foot.

“Hey, Kace…”, War Heart whispered and pointed to the TV.

“Oh…”, Kacey sat there for a moment in thought. “I guess we should get mobilised…”, Kacey was monotonous in his speech, as usual. He type away on his keyboard a bit.

“Satellite footage show that there are approximately three hundred and fifty-three Blunts, with seven generals and then there is also Mr. Bruintall. This doesn’t look very good for us, we don’t have nearly enough people to pull this off in open warfare… We’ll have to play this one a bit sneaky and or dirty.”, Kacey explained the situation to War Heart, who was looking at everyone passed out on the ground.

“They really could have picked a better time to do this…”, War Heart commented, noticing how everyone had been drinking last night, heavily…

“Well, I guess I should put on some coffee and pull out the set of headsets for the fire teams. We’ll have each squad leader be equipped with a headset to receive instructions from me. We have sixty members so that’ll be a dozen fire teams, I may also have to call in my sister for this…”

“Sister?”, War Heart raised an eyebrow at this new piece of information.

“Yes, she became a professional mercenary, she’ll take the job for a discount since I have done work for their organization in the past…”

“Technician… Hacker…?”, War Heart tried to guess what his job was.

“Assassin…”, Kacey replied as he tapped at his keyboard.

War Heart’s mouth went agape as he tried to imagine Kacey being some kind of ruthless killer. He then stopped trying and then had a question, “So how much would a discount be?”

“Approximately, one million…”, Kacey looked up from the keyboard, “… Per squad they send.”

War Heart’s eyes widened, “… We have that kind of money, right?”

“Nope, but when we take the BluntHeads out, we’ll have plenty to pay the mercs with.”, Kacey explained as he went back to tapping away at the keyboard.

War Heart inhaled deeply, then sighed, the stress of the situation starting to get to him.

“I suggest you begin waking our ‘army’ while I do this…”, Kacey told him while continuing to type.

War Heart started nudging all the heroes to wake them from their drunken slumber. After a few minutes he woke most of them, the ones who were now awake waking the others as well. War Heart looked around for Chris, noticing he was not in the main room. He walked over to the door to his room and knocked, “Hey, Chris, we gotta get up…”, War Heart received no reply. He opened the door, Chris was on a mattress on the floor, the room a total mess and he was accompanied by two young women in his bed. War Heart walked over to a dress and threw a pair of pants at Chris, who slowly looked towards War Heart with one eye barely open.

“What is it?”, Chris asked, barely awake.

“We have trouble, Bluntheads are taking the city by force…”

Chris paused for a moment, staring at the ceiling, as if he were weighing his options, “You can take’em.”, he said as he put his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes again.

War Heart rolled his eyes, “I’ll drag your ass out of bed if I have to.”

Chris sighed, “Fine, I’m up, I’m up…”, he sat up and yawned as War Heart left the room, closing the door behind him.

War Heart now beheld a room full of heroes, all enjoying a moment of interaction before the bloodshed was to begin. Kacey called over twelve of them and told them to get into groups of five. He also gave each of the twelve a headset.

“I’m here to inform you all that the BluntHeads are declaring open war on us. Today we will fight with them on the streets of Unex… You will be split into groups and receive orders from me directly or from War Heart if and when he arrives at your position.”, Kacey spoke to them, looking directly at them the entire time.

“Then let’s take those Blunts down!”, a random member of the group shouted, which resulted in all of the group cheering, basking in the newfound morale. They all ran out of the room and down to the parking garage under the building, loading into the vans the crew usually got around in. War Heart put on a headset like the others and walked out on to the roof. He stepped to the edge and lowered himself to one knee, watching The Last Heroes take to the streets in their vans. War Heart dove off the building and spread his wings, taking flight.

“War Heart, I need you to head to the docks, there are about fifteen blunts, unarmed. We need to take out as many as possible.”, Kacey spoke to War Heart through the headset.

“Alright, I’m on it.”, War Heart turned towards the ocean, flying towards it. He arrived within minutes, spotting the green hooded Blunts. He descended and landed in front of them. They all backed up a bit, intimidated by War Heart’s reputation of brutalising his opponents. War Heart walked towards them slowly, staring the one at the front in the face. War Heart stopped about twelve feet away, “Come get some…”, he taunted, motioning them to come get him. One of the blunts started to pull out a switchblade. War Heart pulled out his revolver, “No weapons now… Drop it or I’ll take three of you out with one shot…”

The Blunt froze in place, he opened his hand, dropping the knife. War Heart held his gun at his side, then dropped it. He smirked while looking at them, “Three…”, a look of fear struck the Blunt’s faces as they backed away from War Heart.

“Two…”, War Heart counted down and held his arm towards them pointing his index finger at them as if he were pointing a gun at them.

“Fire!”, War Heart shouted as the Blunts were mowed down by a flurry of bullets from automatic weapons, held by a group of the Last Heroes that were nearby. War Heart chuckled, blowing on his index finger as if it were a smoking gun. He picked up his pistol and placed it in his holster. He walked over to the captain of the fire team that helped him out, “Nice work, let’s keep going.”, he ordered the group and pointed north up the street. The heroes obeyed as they ran up the street towards their next objective.

“Alright, War Heart, some of our guys are in some trouble, Two squads, they’re surrounded, they need you to flank them. One block north, two east.”, Kacey spoke from the headset again.

“How long before the mercenaries get here?”, War Heart asked, thinking that this may impact battle plans.

“I’m still negotiating the contract with them. It’ll be a while.”

“Well, we don’t have a while.”, War Heart said in mid flight, coming into view of the two squads in trouble. They hid behind their vans, which one was toppled on its side. The Blunts seemed to be armed with only pistols but there were thirty of them. War Heart landed on a nearby building, looking down on the area. He flew down behind one squad of the Blunts, walking up to a nearby car and tore the door off. He held it in front of him like a shield, crouching and taking out one of his revolvers. He approached silently compared to the constant gunfire going on. He was two cars away before one of the Blunts turned around and began firing on him, the bullets hitting the car door. War Heart dove behind one of the cars, taking cover from the hail of bullets, “Well, so much for sneaking up on them…”, He said as he threw the door aside and pulled out his other revolver. He waited for a pause in the gunfire, where they had to reload. Bullets flew past him, then he couldn’t hear that group shooting at him anymore, it was time. He dove out of cover, rolling to his feet, sprinting at them, screaming. He held his revolvers forward, pointing at the Bunts, firing at them, forcing them to try and take cover behind their cars. War Heart only let off six bullets before he noticed they were diving to the other side of their cars. He holstered them and kept sprinting to the car, stopping when he reached it and flipping it over onto them using his brute strength, crushing them. He pulled his revolvers out once more and shot the other four who were still busy reloading. War Heart took cover behind the car that was adjacent to the one he flipped over.

“Maybe I should have taken a machine gun, this is ridiculous…”, War Heart told himself while reloading his revolvers. War Heart shot at another group of Blunts, who returned fire almost instantly. A squad of Heroes jumped out from behind covering, charging towards the Blunts War Heart was firing at, flanking them, all of them armed with assault rifles. Two heroes went down in the charge, being shot by the Blunts on the other side of the intersection. Two of the squads were down, only one on the block left, ten Blunts left to smoke. War Heart reloaded his revolvers again, this being the last of his shots, he had to make them count. He sprinted away and took flight, flying up to the building on the Blunt’s right’s roof. He stood there and shot down at them, turning their attention on him, bullets whizzing past him, he stopped shooting and dropped his revolver as he was hit in the shoulder, “Gah! Son of a birch!”, he screamed while clutching where the bullet hit his vest, pulling the bullet out. The Blunts below were massacred by the Heroes who got the drop on them. They all stood on the cars and cheered in victory. War Heart flew down and hovered above them, “The skirmish is done, but theres still a battle to be won, get moving!”, War Heart shouted to them.

The heroes all cheered once more and ran down the street to the north. War Heart went to one of the injured heroes, taking his gun, “Kacey, we got two injured down here.”, War Heart spoke into the headset.

“Leave them, I’ll have Chris help them out.”, Kacey spoke once more.

“He still hasn’t left, has he?”, War Heart covered his face with his hand.

“Nope…”, Kacey replied.

“Great, Where to next?”, War Heart asked.

“Keep heading north, then kill any Blunts you see, the fights seem to be going rather well, which somewhat leaves me uneasy…”

“Well, we’ll deal with whatever happens, today, the BluntHeads will die. When is your sister going to be here with reinforcements?”

“Well, I’m not going to sugar coat it, she is a bit of a stubborn bitch, but I am finalizing the details.”

“… It baffles me how you can say such things with absolutely no… feeling.”

“Deal with it.”

War Heart looked at the injured young man, “Help is coming, hang in there.”

The young man coughed up some blood, “Nah, I can keep going, it’s only a flesh wound.”, he said smirking. He slowly tried to stand and picked up a pistol from a nearby dead Blunt before collapsing again. War Heart leaned him up against a car, “Just stay put, that is an order.”, War Heart stated firmly.

The young man stood up again, “No, I got a fight to get to.”, he said as he began walking north. War Heart watched the kid walk, it reminded him of himself, determined to protect everyone. Their cause was known to its members, to stop those who mean the city harm. War Heart walked up behind the kid then abruptly hit him on the back of the head with his gun, knocking him unconscious, “You’ve done your part…”, War Heart whispered as he dragged him back to the vans and leaned him against them. War Heart ran again and took to the sky, flying north. On the way he saw more bodies of Blunts, and some Heroes. The war was getting to be more and more tense. The heroes had lost almost half of their members, they were getting forced back into one big group, thirty-four in total, they were pushed into a corner. They managed to take cover behind cars that were parked along the streets. War Heart flew overhead, watching their morale fail. On the Heroes’ side there were thirty-four and War Heart, The Blunts were outnumbering them with about one hundred on this street alone. War Heart flew to the back of the group of Heroes. Four of them looked to him as he landed, War Heart returned their look with one of determination, and nodded. War Heart walked up the middle of the street, shooting off a few bursts of bullets at the enemy as he walked.

A new voice came on to the radio, “Strike teams, inbound. Let’s party!”, it was a woman’s voice. War Heart put on a look of confusion, then looked behind him to the west as he saw a jet flying in his direction. They flew directly overhead dropping some sort of contraption on their way, lining up five of them, each one the size of a van. They shot metal panels off them, revealing heavily armoured soldiers bearing an insignia on their chests and backs of a half black, half white circle. A young woman with turquoise hair, green eyes, and a smile on her face walked out of one the pods. Her hair reached her shoulders and she had an athletic physique. She was equipped with a large anti-material rifle, while wearing a uniform like the others but one that showed off her figure. She smirked at War Heart, who was approaching her.

“Quite an entrance, right?”, she said in a mildly flirtatious tone. War Heart didn’t say a word and walked right past her, rifle in hand.

“We have a battle to win.”, War Heart said as he passed her.

She paused for a moment, noticing he didn’t even pay any attention to her, “What, is he gay?”, she whispered to herself as she ran down the street with her sniper in hand.

At this point the mercenaries were doing almost all the fighting, not even having to take cover from the pathetic bullets that were being shot at them, not even strong enough to pierce their armour. The Blunts were getting pushed back towards their main building, Greenview Plaza. It had gardens with many concrete planters the Blunts could hide behind. War Heart watched as the Blunts were now wielding stronger weapons, causing the mercenaries to take cover. There were still about a hundred of them hiding throughout the gardens. The towering structure before them housing their leader. War Heart looked up at the tower, the young woman looked at him and then the tower.

“Are you seriously thinking about going up there?”, she asked.

“I’ve got to end this, or more of our people will be killed than necessary…”, War Heart said as he threw down his rifle, then his revolver.

“And you’re going to do that without a gun.”, she added sarcastically.

“Yes.”, War Heart replied as he took off his vest and threw down his sword. He jumped upwards and flew up towards the top of the tower. He dove through the large window, shattering it. He rolled to his feet to see a man in the center of the room. He was six feet tall and slightly tanned. He wore a sleeveless white undershirt and green dress pants. He was bald and had a thick moustache. There were seven men standing on the other side of the room, all in green suits.

“Angel of War… I was wondering if I would have the pleasure of making your acquaintance.”, the man in the center spoke while looking at War Heart.

“If by that, you mean dying by my hand, then the pleasure is all mine…”, War Heart spoke in a mocking tone while cracking his neck.

The man chuckled, “You really think you can challenge me?”

“I know I can. Come on Bruintall, let’s do this!”, War Heart charged at Jacob Bruintall. Jacob put his hand on the back of his neck, “Releasing power augmentation level one.”

War Heart was about to swing a punch at him, “Huh?”, War Hearts punch missed Jacob, resulting in him losing his balance. Jacob thrust his fist into War Heart’s gut, hitting him with inhuman force. War Heart backed up a bit, coughing.

“Nice try, but I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that to beat me.”, Jacob taunted War Heart.

“Right… Better… Right…”, War Heart ran towards Jacob again. Jacob readied himself for another punch. War Heart swung again towards Jacob’s face. Jacob ducked out of the way, then threw his own punch on War Heart’s face. War Heart once again was forced back by the blow. He cringed as he felt himself become angered slightly.

“No, I can’t lose it now, I have to do this on my own…”, he thought to himself as he charged again, swinging his fist like a hammer towards Jacob’s neck then uppercutting with his other hand. Jacob dodged the hammer fist swing, but dodged into the uppercut, taking its brutal force in full. Jacob stumbled backwards a bit from the blow.

“Nice move, kid.”, Jacob said as he got back into his boxing pose. War Heart charged again and started throwing more punches at Jacob. Some punches landed, and others were countered. They exchanged blows for a few seconds before another pause in the fight came.

“It looks like you’re strong enough to handle level one, commendable, but I have two levels left to go, you’ll never win.”, Jacob smirked as he put his hand on the back of his neck, “Releasing power augmentation level two.”, Jacob’s muscles grew larger. War Heart ignored it and swung at him again, landing the punch in Jacob’s face, then another to his gut. War Heart smirked and then looked at Jacob’s face to see him smiling. Jacob trusted his fist into War Heart’s gut, pushing him back and knocking him to the ground.

“… Ow…”, War Heart said as he sat up, cringing in pain, “Quite a punch you got there…”, he said as he stood back up, feeling his anger rise again, “Damn it, I can’t let it take control…”, he thought as he struggled against his growing rage.

“Not many can take that punch, in fact, I think you’re the first that survived it. Too bad you won’t be able to brag later.”, Jacob cracked his knuckles, and readied himself in his boxing stance once more.

War Heart ran towards Jacob again, he swung his arm back to make a punch. Jacob prepared for the punch, but the punch never came. War Heart jumped at Jacob feet first, dropkicking him with all his weight and inertia. This knocked Jacob over, both fighters were on the ground.

“Gotcha.”, War Heart mocked as he stood back up.

“Far from getting me, you little punk. Releasing Power augmentation level three.”, he put his hand on the back of his neck again, his muscles growing even larger and his skin turning red.

War Heart’s eyes widened as his opponent grew much larger, the only thought going through his mind as Jacob swung his fist at War Heart being “Oh shi-!” as he barely dodged the most likely fatal punch.

Jacob swung again, War Heart narrowly jumped out of the way once more, backing up bit by bit.

“If you keep moving, it’ll only be worse for you, kid.”, Jacob said in an angered tone that was deeper from the augment.

“Fine, I’ll let you take a free shot… Baldy…”, War Heart smirked and stood ready in his fighting stance. Jacob became enraged, charging towards War Heart and thrusting his fist into War Hearts gut.

War Heart coughed up some blood, there was a moment of silence. His head shot up, a deceptive grin on his face, “Gotcha…”, War Heart whispered as he had Jacob’s fist in his grasp, pulling him with all his might backwards, causing Jacob to lose his balance and fall forward trying to catch himself, ending in the both of them falling out the broken window. War Heart looked Jacob in the face as they fell, “Later…”, War Heart said mockingly as he spread his wings and hovered while Jacob fell to the ground below, creating a crater on his thunderous impact. War Heart wiped the blood from his face, smiling.

“I did it… I beat him on my own.”, War Heart whispered to himself as he looked up towards the sky to see the clouds part slightly to let the sun through. He basked in its warmth and the hope it brought him, “I will go home… Some day… But until I find a way, I have work to do…”

Meanwhile, in Equestria, Fizz attends a party held in his honour by a very enthusiastic pink pony. He walked into Sugar Cube Corner to find the party in full swing. He walked to the food tables and appraised all the delightful treats that lay before him.

“Hmm… What to choose…?”, He asked himself as he stroked his chin with his front hoof in thought.

“Howdy there.”, A mare spoke in a western accent from behind him, he turned around to see Applejack.

“Ah, Hell, Loh, There, Ahh, Pull, Jack.”, Fizz spoke slowly, assuming she was a bit slow, but only to receive an odd look.

“Uh, are you okay?”, Applejack asked.

“Oh… Yes, I’m fine.”, Fizz stated, pretending nothing happened.

“So, what brings ya to Ponyville?”

“Oh, you know, scientific conundrums; factors of time and space; a quest to save somepony from a terrible fate, that whole thing.”

Fizz was once again given an odd look, “Well, okay then, have fun.”

“Indeed, I will!”, Fizz replied then turned around again, “Lucky me that she didn’t ask how I knew her name.”, he returned to deciding on which pastry to eat, examining each one closely.

“I assume you are not from around here.”, another mare spoke from behind Fizz. He turned to the source of the voice to see Rarity.

“Oh, the tasteful one. I was wondering when you would show up.”

“Excuse me? Have we met?”, Rarity asked.

“Oh, ummm, well, no, but I can tell by your mane alone that you must be a mare of more refined tastes.”

“Oh, well thank you for noticing, not many ponies take note of my mane. May I say you dress very well yourself. Your vest is fantastic, although I think you may want to lose the goggles.”

“I’ll take a note of it, now if you’ll excuse me I have to… Find Twilight…”, Fizz shimmied away from Rarity. He walked among the guests of the party, looking for Twilight. He passed by a table with many drinks, of the non-alcoholic variety. He took a sip from one and shuddered, “Gross…”, he looked around to see if anyone was watching as he took out a small glass bottle filled with clear liquid. He poured a little bit in nonchalantly, only to have it slip and drop right out of his hoof. He froze for a moment then slowly retracted his hoof, then slowly walked away. He took a sip from his flask then walked towards the door that went outside. He bumped into a grey mare Pegasus with blonde main and yellow eyes.

“Excuse me.”, Fizz said as he moved out of her and a blonde unicorn stallion’s path. Fizz then walked out after they passed him. He took a deep breath, “Gah, this being a time traveller stuff is tough.”, He said to himself.

“You’re telling me.”, a light brown earth pony with dark brown hair and an hourglass for a cutie mark said as he walked by Fizz and entered the party.

Fizz took a second to think if he imagined that or not, but then was interrupted by a pink earth pony.

“Hi, I’m Pinkie, and I threw this party for you, I don’t think I know you and I know everypony in Ponyville, and I mean EVERYpony, my friend Twilight told me about you and how you work all day and don’t have any real fun, so why are you out here in the boring outside when you can be inside having fun and cake and stuff?”

“Ah well I thought I needed a breath of fresh air, I was looking for Twilight, have you seen her?”

“Nope, it’s weird because she should be here, I wonder where she could be.”

“I wonder that myself, she is one of the only people I can really share much with.”

“Awww, that’s so adorable! Well you two have fun with that!”, Pinkie said as she hopped away.

“Yes, right, well… Was she implying something? What did she mean ‘adorable‘…?”, Fizz stood there in thought for a moment, “I’m sure it’s nothing, I should go find her, it’s really taxing being here alone… and I’m talking to myself again, I really must stop doing that… But I guess if it is in the search of a intellectual equal then I guess it’s fine…”, Fizz talked to himself as he went to Twilight’s library. He arrived there and opened the door, walking in without a care in the world.

“Miss Sparkle, Miss Sparkle, Are you here?”, he called to her in the dim lights of the library. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Fizz looked to see a baby dragon there.

“Oh, Hello there, is Miss Sparkle here?”, Fizz asked the young dragon.

“… No, she left to Pinkie’s party a while ago.”, Spike told him then started back up the stairs

“Hmmm… Odd…”, Fizz walked out of the library and headed back to the party. The walk took him a few minutes to get there, he arrived at the party. He noticed it was a bit louder than it was before.

“What’s going on here?”, Fizz said as he tilted his head to the side in curiosity. He walked into Sugar Cube Corner to listen to blasting music and everypony dancing, and not very well at all. They looked like they couldn’t keep their balance whatsoever. He looked at the empty punch bowl to see the bottle he dropped at the bottom of it.

“Oh my… This can only end in vomit, headaches, and broken dreams…”, He said as he took the empty bottle back. He looked over to the center of the party to see Twilight… Dancing, if you could call it that, and everypony cheering her on. He covered his face with his front hoof, “Oh good gears, what have I created?”, he asked himself as he walked over to Twilight.

“Um, Twilight, Are you feeling alright?”, he asked, expecting her to be ridiculously intoxicated.

“Why yes, I’m fine, just dancing. Are you enjoying the party?”, Twilight’s speech was flawless, she had no sign of intoxication.

“Oh… Yes, the party is fantastic, you go on and keep… dancing.”, Fizz said then turned away, “Yikes.”, he whispered to himself as he walked away from her.

He sat down on a couch that was nearby, not noticing a mulberry purple earth pony with violet mane, eyeing him from across the room. She walked over to him stumblingly.

“Hey, You!”, she shouted, but not loud enough to catch everyone’s attention, but plenty loud enough for Fizz to notice her.

“Me?”, he pointed to himself with his front hoof.

“Yeah, You!”, she pointed at him and ended up poking his nose.

Fizz raised an eyebrow as she squished his nose, “Yes?”

“I don’t like your face…”, She said, glaring at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter…”

“Right… Well… I don’t like your… Wings.”, Fizz tried to come up with something.

“Wings?”, the very drunk earth pony actually looked at her back, believing for a second she actually had wings. While she was looking away from him, Fizz snuck away. He got back outside, “That was close, I can’t get the tar beaten out of me now, too much is at stake.”

Fizz sat down, leaning against the Sugar Cube Corner staring into the night sky, thinking over the project, “How am I going to pull off creating a singularity…? Even worse, how can I safely disturb it and make a rift? I don’t know even if I can possibly pull off making a rift back here from there… What if I bring something back with us? Or what if something comes through when we open it?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”, Twilight stood next to him.

“Of course, but I won’t be able to do it without my fantastic assistant.”

Twilight smiled and sat next to him, “You know, you are probably one of the most interesting ponies I’ve met.”

“I don’t know, that pink one is pretty interesting.”, Fizz chuckled, as did Twilight.

“Everypony seems like they’re really enjoying the party, unusually so.”

“Oh… Uh, yeah, that is kind of my doing… Partially…”, Fizz scratched the back of his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m I kind of accidentally poured a bottle of Ee-thaw-nawl into the punch…”

“What’s that?”

“It makes a pony become intoxicated, they lose the idea of social barriers and such things.”

“Oh, I drank stuff like that with War Heart. It was a good night but I couldn’t stand the headache the next morning.”

“I’m liking the War Heart in this timeline more and more.”

“I’m curious, how do you travel through time?”

“Well I’m not going to bore you with details, but what I do is I place a multitude of beacons all over the place that connect to a base machine that would transport me to whatever beacon was activated. I do this at night when my wife and children are asleep, because although I am living for days, months, or even years in my adventures, I return to my time five minutes after I left, to them it’s as if I never left. I only return when the task I am set out on is completed. Then I activate a hidden device on me to bring me back to said time.”

“Why don’t you just travel through time with that hidden device at will?”

“Because I travel through time to help others, not for my own amusement.”

“That’s very noble of you, a hero if I ever knew one.”

“Thank you, Miss Sparkle.”

Twilight yawned and leaned against Fizz, who continued to look up at the night sky. She fell asleep against him, he looked at her and smiled kissing her on top of the head.

“Sweet dreams, my dear. If only you knew who I really am to you…”, Fizz whispered as he continued to stare at the night sky, falling asleep as well.