DAiE Ch. 7 P. 3 - The Big Day Part 3

>You are Discord.
>And this is all, all too funny!
>First, you got rid of Celestia.
>And now, you've got her sister pinned!
>"Un-*Choke*-hand us, you murderer!"
"And why should I do that?"
>You chuckle at the very thought, turning to admire your talons as your pawed hand choked the life from the lunar princess.
>"S-so.. *Gasp* we may fight thee in- *Choke* honorable combat!"
"Honorable? Oh Luna, you really don't remember much about me, do you? Being 'honorable' is just another name for being a sucker."
>"I'm inclined to agree."
"Hmm?"
>You look over your shoulder, to see Anonymous and his little pink friend walking towards you.
>"So, Discord - new proposition. You let the Princess go, because if you don't, we're about to engage you in very DIShonorable combat."
>You stifle a giggle. Then you remember who you are and burst out laughing.
"Y-y-haha! You want to fight me? Oh, Doctor, we've already established that I'm faster, stronger and all around better looking than you."
>He starts removing his tie, and then his vest. "Be that as it may, Discord, I've got one thing that I know I can do better than you."
>That's not so funny.
"And what is that?"
>He points up to the sky, and you see two trails of smoke hurtling overhead.
>Wait... are they, coming down?

>Your question is answered by a massive impact, dust and rubble going everywhere.
>The dust cloud, as these things do, immediately blinds you.
>When you clear the dust and rocks from your eyes, you see the Doctor and Pinkie each climbing into...
>...what in Tartarus are...
>...are those robots?
>"It's science, dear Discord."
>Anonymous gives you a disgustingly smug grin as the cockpit closes on him.
>"ALSO, HE'S TOTALLY BETTER LOOKING THAN YOU!"
>Pinkie yells out, ducking behind the cockpit of her own mech, fittingly pony shaped.
>Fine.
>You let go of Princess Luna, snapping your fingers as a multicolored ribbon wraps her limbs together.
>"Wh-what?! This is not what we-"
"Be quiet, Luna."
>You pull your umbrella from the ether.
"Things are getting interesting."

>You are Doctor Anonymous.
>And right now, words are meaningless.
>Right now, you've got to fight.
>Fight to save your new home from a murderer, a liar.
>And to protect your new special somep0ny.
>If she ever forgives you, that is.
>Discord snaps his fingers, binding Luna with his chaos magic.
>You barely have time to internalize the danger that poses.
>Barely.
>But you're already in his face. The hum of your mech's engine and the hisses and whirrs of actuators and pumps around you put you into a sort of trance.
>He's surprised by your speed, your suit's massive metal fist connecting with his face, giving a satisfying 'thunk' as he's throttled back.
>His wiry, snake-like body rolls with the punch, however, and he slithers deftly back to his feet.
>This time, Pinkamina charges at him from his flank, tackling him with the brunt of her momentum before sliding into a low kick with her back hoof, swiping Discord off his feet.
>Unfortunately, he doesn't need his feet. He twists around, barely recovering from the blows before he opens his umbrella, producing a sudden gust of wind that blows you both away from him.
>You slide back, grabbing onto the ground to stabilize yourself. Pinkamina isn't so lucky, her suit goes tumbling away.
>Despite that, you can see the fear in Discord's eyes. The ball is in your court.

>There's a moment of piercing silence before your suit's jets activate, propelling you forward at your opponent with alarming speed.
>His fear turns to wide-eyed surprise, dropping the umbrella and pulling out... a bomb?!
>With a flick of his finger, he lights the fuse, grinning as he throws the thing. Directly at Pinkamina's still downed suit.
>Shit. Shit. Shit.
>You reverse your thrust as hard as you can, turning back towards the equine mecha at full speed.
>You can hear the suit's structure straining under the pressure, but you have to get there in time.
>You're so close!
>But the fuse runs out.
>You close your eyes, bracing yourself for an explosion.
>One that never comes.
>Instead, as you open your eyes again, you see Pinkamina peering out at the thing from her cockpit window.
>A small flag, with "Boom." written on it, pops out of the top of the 'bomb'.
>Seriously?
>You see Pinkamina stifling giggle. Which distracts you long enough for Discord to plow into your suit, sending you tumbling with him.
>Before you can register what's happening, he's on top of you, a mad, hateful, almost Chesire in width smile splitting his face.
>Laughing, he produces a small black hole and slaps it onto the metal surface of your armor, like it was a sticker.
>Then he... reaches in through it?!
>Your HUD flashes alerts, beeps and error messages as he rummages around in the workings.
>Fuck! You react out of desperation, swinging your metal fist towards him.
>It doesn't connect.

>Error 606 - Invalid Operation.
>Error 606 - Invalid Operation.
>Pinkamina comes to your rescue, an armored hoof slamming into his ribs, sending him tumbling off your suit.
>You nod your thanks to her, attempting to push yourself off the ground.
>All you manage to do is flail your arms around above you.
>You try to roll. Instead, you just sort of wriggle.
>Damn! He reversed the controls!
>No problem, you got this, you've played enough video games while waiting for a code to compile or a clone to gestate.
>You shakily get yourself off the ground. Your movements are clumsy, but at least you know what the fuck is going on.
>Get your bearings. Where's Pinkamina, where's Discord?
>Turning, you see the two fighting, trading blows with each other.
>You silently wish circumstances were better so you could appreciate just how awesome Pinkamina fighting in a robot suit is.
>Snap out of it! Get your head in the game.
>Right.
>Your jets roar back into action, rocketing your suit towards Discord.
>But as you pass where he should be, nothing happens.
>You look around, trying to find your opponent.
>He's gone!
>Error 606 - Invalid Operation.
>What?!
>You look down at Discord, who's curled himself around your suit somehow.
>"Well there's your problem." He says in an awful accent.
>Your controls lock up completely, and Discord laughs, crawling up to look into the cockpit as your suit flies away from the battle.
>You surprise him by punching straight through the view-port.

>"AGH!" He clutches his snout, glaring at you from behind his mismatched hands.
>"Listen, Doc', I'm sorta busy getting rid of that annoying pink pony back there. Could you hold this for me?"
>He pulls out another "bomb", and shoves it into the cockpit, you reflexively catch the thing as he laughs, flying off towards Pinkamina.
>You roll your eyes, dropping the bomb as you get out of your seat. Does he really think you'll fall for that twice?
>You don't even have time to get your head out of the new hole in the reinforced glass before-

>You are Pinkie Pie.
>And right now, words are meaningless.
>Even if they mattered, you wouldn't have any.
>You feel something terrible catch in your throat.
>As you watch Anon's suit explode in a horrible, screaming fireball.

>Good riddance, he was using yo-
>"Shut."
>"Up."
>You try to be a sweet pony.
>You really do.
>You just want everyp0ny to smile, and be happy.
>So when you're upset, you lock it up.
>You can't make people smile when you're upset.
>But every so often.
>Something happens that you can't lock up.
>And when your lock breaks?
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>You become somep0ny else, sort of.
>The sound caught in your throat turns from a horrified squeak, into an anguished sob, into a roar of pure rage.
>You burst out of the cockpit of your suit, tumbling into a roll as you hit the ground.
>Back on your hooves, Pinkie.
>You look up at him.
>The one who murdered the man you loved.
>Anonymous was never your-
>You shake the thought from your head.
>Even if it was true, it doesn't matter now.
>All that matters is revenge.
>Discord just smiles at you, waiting on you to make the first move.
>What he doesn't suspect is when you tap on his shoulder.
>He turns around, and you drive the knife into his exposed gut.

>He stumbles back, gasping as his hands wrap around the chef's knife, pierced through his scales and into his stomach.
>Damn, you were sloppy. That wouldn't kill him at all.
>Maybe this one would.
>You jump at him with another knife. You don't know where it comes from, and frankly you don't care.
>All you care about is ending this horrible hodge-podge of a-
>You feel a sharp pain in your abdomen.
>Looking down, you see the tip of Discord's umbrella poking into your own stomach, the momentum of your jump only plunging it further in as he sidesteps your attack.
>You fall to the ground, your body rolling painfully in the dirt, the umbrella slipping out of its place in your body as you tumble.
>You try to lift a hoof.
>It doesn't work.
>No, you think you'll just pass out instead.

>Warning - Critical damage has been sustained.
>All systems in danger of failing.
>Shutting down higher processes.
>All power diverted to emergency repair cycle.
No.
Override emergency repair cycle.
>Warning - All systems in danger of failing. Are you sure you want to override?
Yes.

>You are Discord.
>And right now, this is all too, TOO funny!
>Well, the crippling pain in your gut is less than funny.
>But it will be alright.
>Because you won!
>Elements of Harmony are gone.
>Moonbutt is tied up.
>Pinkie's dying.
>Anonymous is dead.
>Celestia is dead, dead dead!
>And you?
>You're alive!
>You start to laugh, but that hurts!
>So instead, you opt to start shuffling away.
>Every movement is excruciatingly painful.
>Especially breathing, which you happen to be doing a lot of.
>But it's okay. They're all dead!
>You win!
>"DISCOOOOOOORD!"
>Oh hell.

>You look over, and see Anonymous, limping out of the still burning chemical fire that was his robot toy thing.
>Or at least, what's left of him.
>You hold back the bile in your throat as you see the charred flesh.
>Metal, bone, sinew and muscle are all visible through the awful bones.
>And somehow, he still moves, even as his skin sloughs off in the unimaginable heat.
>Which would all be really cool, and sort of funny.
>If there wasn't an immobilizingly painful hole in your stomach.
>And he wasn't carrying a very familiar looking device, this time wrought from bits of his destroyed mech, instead of tableware.
>You raise a weak hand.
>Maybe you can still poof away?
>It doesn't come to you.
>This really isn't funny.
>This isn't funny at all.
>The beam of light that he fires overtakes you in an instant.
>It's not so bad, really.
>In fact, you're not even there long enough to feel the pain.

>Warning - Power levels dangerously low.
>If you knew what Discord had been thinking in his last moments, you two would have disagreed quite a bit.
>That was VERY funny.
>You are Doctor Anonymous.
>Warning - Power levels dangerously low.
>And right now, you think that was good enough.
>Warning - Respiratory systems failing.
>You stumble forward again, dropping the ad-hoc deathray.
>Warning - Circulatory systems failing.
>As you walk, you wish for a lot of things.
>Warning - Emergency Repair Cycle failing.
>You wish you could have saved Celestia.
>Warning - Emergency Repair Cycle failing.
>You wish you could have told Pinkamina you were sorry.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>You wish you could have told her you loved her.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>You wish a lot of things. You think you hear Rarity and Luna screaming about something in the distance.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>But Pinkamina.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>She was safe now. She was hurt, but they could help her.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>Yeah.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>That was good enough.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>Warning - All systems failing.
>Warning - All-
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