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Commitment
Within the temporarily commandeered Crusader clubhouse, four foals were discussing important commitments.
“Alright, it’s time to draw up the votes, who are we going to commit to?” Archer had taken it upon herself to open the meeting.
“I think Celestia cause she raises the sun,” Cotton Cloudy contributed. She smiled at the image.
“Yeah, but I reckon Luna could do that too.” Aura was doodling on a sheet of paper.
“Naw, that’s no fun you guys, what about Twilight? She new but she could totally rock the scene.”
“Por que no los tres?”
“No. Listen everypony, if we’re going to commit to becoming a henchpony, we really need a clear allegiance. Can’t have anypony dashing around working for random pony overlords, it doesn’t work that way.”
“What about… a villain?”
The room went silent. All eyes were on the shy colt that had spoken up. He grew nervous under the stares of his compatriots.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be cool to become an actual henchpony?”
“That’s… not a bad idea actually. Good work, Pip.”
“So what would be your choice of villain?”
“Oh! Me, pick me!”
“Yes, Aura?”
“Totally Nightmare Moon, she’s soooo cold, but she’s got a powerful voice. Also, she should make a band.”
“A band?”
“Yeah, a band, with her voice she wouldn’t even need speakers! Instant fans and adoration, my big brother says you can be an a rock band and nopony will care if you do bad stuff.”
“That… makes a surprising amount of sense.”
“Doesn’t it?!”
“Okay, anypony else want to take a stab at this?” Archer offered.
“Chrysalis?” Pip threw out.
Aura giggled, holding a hoof to her muzzle. “Nah she bugs me. I ant gonna do it, she’s not lice.”
“…You were really saving up those bug jokes weren’t you?”
“It’s the lesser of two weevils.”
Pip sighed. “Anypony else?”
“I like Discord,” Cotton Cloud whispered quietly.
Aura squealed. “Oooh, good choice, I was gonna pick him too!” She jumped up and pointed out the window. “Discord’s at Fluttershy’s cottage right now isn’t he? We can see him now!”
“Hold on, wait up, WAIT UP!”
“Discord isn’t a villain anymore right?”
“Aww, spoilsport. C’mon Archer, no one likes a stick in the mud.”
“Oh alright, but he’s reformed remember? He’s not a proper villain.”
“Why I’m deeply disappointed in you all for saying that.”
The four foals froze on the spot as they slowly turned around to regard the draconequus gently levitating behind them, sporting a cocky grin.
Archer was the first to speak. “We’re looking to become henchponies, but we’re not sure you’re evil enough,” she said nervously.
Discord looked a little offended at that. “I’m plenty evil and villainous, don’t you worry your pretty little heads about it.” He summoned puppet ponies which he made to dance around. “I’m manipulative and sinister,” he argued, his eyes turning into feral cat’s eyes and his fangs lengthening.
Archer backed away, but Pipsqueak wasn’t as easily impressed.
“So you’re going to take over the world?” he asked innocently.
Taken aback, Discord merely shook his head.
“Hmm, no.”
“You’re going to cause widespread chaos and madness?”
“Tempting, but no.”
“You’re going to trap the Royal Sisters in an evil conspiracy that will threaten all of Equestria in which Twilight and her friends will have to overcome some problem in friendship in order to save the day?”
“Yes, wait how do you know that– I mean no! Nevermind! I’m plenty evil, I just didn’t want you foals to forget it!”
Aura spoke up. “Aww, but so far you’ve just been saying you’re evil and you haven’t been doing anything evil. If you’re going to be evil, you gotta mean what you say. Go all the way!”
“I can show I’m evil, I can roll the dice, take a gamble, go all in!” The draconequus summoned a poker table and cards, he revealed a royal straight flush from his hands.
Archer had a cocky grin plastered over her face.
“Prove it!”
Discord snapped his claws.
“You’ve asked for it!” he growled.
Applejack opened the Cutie Mark Crusader’s clubhouse, her jaw dropping at the ridiculous sight.
“Wha’ in tarnation is goin’ on here?!” she yelled.
Discord froze guiltily over the crank that he was preparing to slowly turn to lower the four foals into the boiling hot chocolate cauldron.
“I know this looks bad, but I can explain, all in two words,” he said.
“Ah’m waitin’,” Applejack seethed tapping a hoof.
“Peer pressure?”
“DISCORD!”
“Alright, it’s time to draw up the votes, who are we going to commit to?” Archer had taken it upon herself to open the meeting.
“I think Celestia cause she raises the sun,” Cotton Cloudy contributed. She smiled at the image.
“Yeah, but I reckon Luna could do that too.” Aura was doodling on a sheet of paper.
“Naw, that’s no fun you guys, what about Twilight? She new but she could totally rock the scene.”
“Por que no los tres?”
“No. Listen everypony, if we’re going to commit to becoming a henchpony, we really need a clear allegiance. Can’t have anypony dashing around working for random pony overlords, it doesn’t work that way.”
“What about… a villain?”
The room went silent. All eyes were on the shy colt that had spoken up. He grew nervous under the stares of his compatriots.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be cool to become an actual henchpony?”
“That’s… not a bad idea actually. Good work, Pip.”
“So what would be your choice of villain?”
“Oh! Me, pick me!”
“Yes, Aura?”
“Totally Nightmare Moon, she’s soooo cold, but she’s got a powerful voice. Also, she should make a band.”
“A band?”
“Yeah, a band, with her voice she wouldn’t even need speakers! Instant fans and adoration, my big brother says you can be an a rock band and nopony will care if you do bad stuff.”
“That… makes a surprising amount of sense.”
“Doesn’t it?!”
“Okay, anypony else want to take a stab at this?” Archer offered.
“Chrysalis?” Pip threw out.
Aura giggled, holding a hoof to her muzzle. “Nah she bugs me. I ant gonna do it, she’s not lice.”
“…You were really saving up those bug jokes weren’t you?”
“It’s the lesser of two weevils.”
Pip sighed. “Anypony else?”
“I like Discord,” Cotton Cloud whispered quietly.
Aura squealed. “Oooh, good choice, I was gonna pick him too!” She jumped up and pointed out the window. “Discord’s at Fluttershy’s cottage right now isn’t he? We can see him now!”
“Hold on, wait up, WAIT UP!”
“Discord isn’t a villain anymore right?”
“Aww, spoilsport. C’mon Archer, no one likes a stick in the mud.”
“Oh alright, but he’s reformed remember? He’s not a proper villain.”
“Why I’m deeply disappointed in you all for saying that.”
The four foals froze on the spot as they slowly turned around to regard the draconequus gently levitating behind them, sporting a cocky grin.
Archer was the first to speak. “We’re looking to become henchponies, but we’re not sure you’re evil enough,” she said nervously.
Discord looked a little offended at that. “I’m plenty evil and villainous, don’t you worry your pretty little heads about it.” He summoned puppet ponies which he made to dance around. “I’m manipulative and sinister,” he argued, his eyes turning into feral cat’s eyes and his fangs lengthening.
Archer backed away, but Pipsqueak wasn’t as easily impressed.
“So you’re going to take over the world?” he asked innocently.
Taken aback, Discord merely shook his head.
“Hmm, no.”
“You’re going to cause widespread chaos and madness?”
“Tempting, but no.”
“You’re going to trap the Royal Sisters in an evil conspiracy that will threaten all of Equestria in which Twilight and her friends will have to overcome some problem in friendship in order to save the day?”
“Yes, wait how do you know that– I mean no! Nevermind! I’m plenty evil, I just didn’t want you foals to forget it!”
Aura spoke up. “Aww, but so far you’ve just been saying you’re evil and you haven’t been doing anything evil. If you’re going to be evil, you gotta mean what you say. Go all the way!”
“I can show I’m evil, I can roll the dice, take a gamble, go all in!” The draconequus summoned a poker table and cards, he revealed a royal straight flush from his hands.
Archer had a cocky grin plastered over her face.
“Prove it!”
Discord snapped his claws.
“You’ve asked for it!” he growled.
Applejack opened the Cutie Mark Crusader’s clubhouse, her jaw dropping at the ridiculous sight.
“Wha’ in tarnation is goin’ on here?!” she yelled.
Discord froze guiltily over the crank that he was preparing to slowly turn to lower the four foals into the boiling hot chocolate cauldron.
“I know this looks bad, but I can explain, all in two words,” he said.
“Ah’m waitin’,” Applejack seethed tapping a hoof.
“Peer pressure?”
“DISCORD!”