Unforeseen Consequences - The door with the happy panda

>”What the hay was that?!”
>Dang it! This is just what you needed, more sixth graders.
>”Do I look like a crystal ball? Keep those fat hooves moving!”
>”Shut up! I’m not that fat!”
>”Yes, you are! That’s why you play defense in hoofball!
>Thank the heavens, they didn’t sound like they were very close to your position, but man they could yell.
>Still, it would be for the best if you didn’t stay here any longer.  So that means that it was time for some magic! Law physics bending teleportation magic!
>And lady luck was continuing smiling at you with her crooked teeth since the little stunt from before hadn’t drained you as much as you believed.
>You found that it was easy-peasy to teleport to the end of the hallway. Woo! No magical short-circuit! Hah, Hah, take that fourth graders! You kicked their flanks without consuming much magic!
>You couldn’t celebrate with a victory dance since you heard the hoofsteps of the sixth graders which meant that they were getting closer to you.
>Better not tempt lady luck this time. She’s kind of an unstable person. Instead of using another teleportation spell. You galloped in search of Golden Thunder’s classroom.
>Thankfully, the coast was clear in this new and unexplored… at least for you… hallway. Kind of curious, since this was the only part of the school so far where you didn’t feel a slight sense of claustrophobia.
>Mostly because while on your right, you could find the typical doors and lockers, on your left there was nothing but a giant set of windows.

>You could see the rooftops of the towers and old, yet fancy buildings from Canterlot and down below, you had a very nice view of the schoolyard covered in snow.
>Odd… there wasn’t a single soul at the schoolyard, not even the sixth graders were patrolling that area.
>Hmm… to be fair… it wasn’t completely out of place. It wasn’t time for recess, it’s just that considering everything that has been going on, it seems unlikely that those idiots would respect the school’s schedule.
>Maybe they have “guards” patrolling the doors that lead to the schoolyard? That could be a better and much more optimal way to keep ponies away from that particular area
>Problem is… you don’t think that there are enough sixth graders to pull that. Then again… the fourth graders were working with them for some unknown reason.
>Will the sixth and fourth graders prevent the students from having their recess? Good question, but it was a question that would have to wait for an answer.
>You were getting a bit too derailed on this subject and tt’s still too early for recess. You should continue focusing on finding out where the Golden Thunder’s classroom is.
>…And you hoped that you could manage to do it sooner rather than later. Those sixth graders were getting closer. You were sure of it.
>Alright… a door with a Happy Panda. Okay… you walked through the hallway… a very long hallway you have to add, but still couldn’t find that classroom. Gosh darn it! Where is it?

>You saw a couple doors with… a pirate logo hanging from them for some reason. Huh, these ones were labeled as 2-A and 2-B.
>Maybe these were the second graders classrooms? But why would they have something like a pirate flag hanging from their doors?
>You slapped your own precious face. Focus Anon! You don’t have time for this!
>As you continued walking down the hallway, you found where the games room, the projector room and other, you though, school clubs rooms were.
>But still, no sign of the frickin’ door with the happy panda! Gosh darn it! Maybe that filly tricked you! Maybe she lured you into a trap just so she…
“Oh, there it is…”
>Lo and behold! After a small set of lockers, you found a pale blue door. The window was labeled as “1-B”. Below it, you could see a cardboard cutout a cartoony panda who was happily eating a bamboo stick.
>You couldn’t find but to find the little Panda as nothing short of adorable. The fella was wearing a little mask that covered its eyes, a red cape and had superman-style logo on the chest. But rather than the “S” this one had two letters: FG
>Thanking the heavens that you didn’t encounter any major complications on your way here, you let out a sigh in relief and knocked on the door.
>After some moments waiting, you started to get nervous. While you couldn’t hear the sixth graders anymore, you were sure that they would be here in any minute.
>Why were they taking so long to answer the door?! Maybe… they didn’t hear you? Probably… hopefully…hng… better knock again to be sure.
>A young male voice called from the other side of the door before you could do that ”W-Who is it? Is it another one of those villains?”

>You tried your best to contain your frustration and instead, replied back with a somewhat friendly tone.
“Oh c’mon! Of course not! My name is Anon. I’m from the fifth grade… and you guys were supposed to know that already!”
>”W-Well, I don’t know no Anon. Watchu want?” The colt asked with a defensive tone.
“I know that you don’t know who I am! BUT! But, but, but! One of your friends does! Tell me, do you know someone who goes by … uh… how do I say it? It’s not really her name, it’s more like an alias”
>”What’s an alias? And why do you say someone instead of somepony? Why do you speak with those funny words? Oh! I know, you’re one of those villains, arentcha? And you just want to trick me to open the door and bring our league down dontcha?!”
>You rolled your eyes and let out a groan. Calm down Anon… these are very young foals and it’s obvious that they would be on the defensive.
“Listen mate, I don’t have all day to explain myself or my cool way of speaking. I dunno your friend’s name, but she called herself the “Golden Thunder” is she here? Because if she is, then you can bet that she will tell you that I’m cool.”
>”Y-Yes… she got here like five minutes ago… but how do you know about that? What…” You heard some muffled yet squeaky voices coming from the other side who you supposed were saying something to the colt “You serious? Ah, pony-feathers! I’m coming, I’m coming” The colt spoke louder, you guessed so you could hear him  “Err… can you hold on for a minute?”
>You let out a small groan and rolled your eyes, but complied nonetheless. After all, you didn’t have any other option.
“Sure, I guess. Just don’t take too long, alright?”

>”Yeah, yeah, it will be just a minute…” After that, you heard several muffled voices coming from the other side of the door, and you sure as Tartarus couldn’t understand anything they were saying.
>The one thing that you could tell was that the muffled voices were in the middle of a… discussion? Argument? You weren’t sure and that didn’t help with your mood.
>You decided to put your ear against the door to try to listen to what these guys were saying.
> The door opened before you could do any eavesdropping, making you flinch and take a couple steps back ”Alright… eh… what was your name again? Ayynon? That’s kind of a weirdo’s name y’know? Whatever, the league says that you can come in”
>At the door frame was standing a very chubby colt who was wearing a red pajama that covered his entire body except for his muzzle and eyes.
>Those holes in the pajama were badly cut. His little attire had blue socks attached where the ears would go and the guy was wearing a blue cape.
>”What’re you doin’?” The chubby colt asked as he tilted his head “Were you tryin’ to spy on us?”
>You quickly shook your head and offered the chubby colt a smile that by the look of his face, made him more suspicious.
“What? Spying? Me? Nah, nah, nah! You’re wrong, mate. I would never spy on anyone, maybe the sixth and fourth graders would… but not me. Nu-uh. I’m incapable of doing such thing”
>The chubby colt stared stoically at you for a couple seconds before shrugging your shady attitude off “Whatever… uh…Ayynon. Seriously, what a weird name but meh” He looked back and shrugged again “You’re you and you helped one of our friends. So the league says you’re okay. So you can come into our headquarters, but if you do anything weird then I’ll… uh… guess I’ll ask you to leave? Yeah, I’ll ask you to leave! So ya better not be doin’ anything suspicious, m’kay?”

>Did he really believe that you would something like that? You were the Prince of Harmony for Pete’s sake! You even saved one of his classmates! C’mon, he had no reason to distrust you in this way.
 “Mate…”
>You swallowed your pride before you said something that could hurt him. He’s younger than you, just… just don’t mind his little mistakes.
“You have nothing to worry about, alright? I promise that I won’t do anything villainous. Now, why don’t you show me the way through your… headquarters.”
>”Sure!” The chubby colt nodded “But remember, you made a promise to not being a villain and if you break it, then your teeth will fall off and your tail will be haunted by a bunch of flies all your life… or that’s what my daddy tells me, anyways” He then walked into the classroom not before motioning you to follow him.
>You let out a sigh in relief and closed your eyes for a moment before stepping into the classroom.
>Okay… let’s hope that little filly and her classmates aren’t too traumatized by what’s going on… and you also prayed that they weren’t facing a similar situation like the one you saw with Scribble Scrabble and his Crayola.
>Alright, the first thing to notice was that this classroom is completely different from the ones you have seen before.
>The room was very well lit, allowing you to see the small bookshelves that the classroom had. One was below the chalkboard that had drawings of heroes defeating some thieves dressed in black and white clothing, while the other was placed was in between two colorful drawers at the opposite end of the classroom.

>Posters with crudely drawn symbols were plastered all over the walls along with the mighty symbols from every Power Pony along with pictures and drawings of Daring Do and some of the Wonderbolts.
>Yeah… they had some real books but you could clearly saw that most of the stuff in those bookshelves were comic book compendiums, Daring Do’s books and…
>Burnferno: the Warrior Within? Gusty the Great? Alicorn Aliens vs Space Ponies? Aren’t’ those a bit too much for these kids? Great books though… except for Alicorn Aliens, that one was just insultingly bad.
>Point is, it seems like these kids have much more books than any other class you’ve seen so far.
>Not only that, but on top of all the cute drawers and shelves you saw…well their saddlebags, but also a lot of notebooks, quills and ink.
>The most unique aspect of this classroom had to be that all of the tables were gathered in a semi-circle, and at the center of it, the teacher’s desk was put in place.
>You found it cute that the teacher’s desk displayed the same happy hero Panda from the door.
>Every first grader was sat at their respective place in the semi-circle. Just like with the Golden Thunder and the chubby colt from before, they all were wearing weird-looking pajamas with different badly crafted symbols that hung on their chests.

>Why were all of them staring so intently at you, though?
>It was… incredibly uncomfortable to say the least. Sure, you were used that ponies looked at you and even liked it at times thanks to your preferences for being a leader.
>This felt different though, like you weren’t really welcomed in their classroom.
>Luckily, the Golden Thunder was here, and when the little gal saw you, she immediatly waved at you and happily exclaimed “Mr. Prinshe! Hiiiii~! Did you defeat those nashty villains?”
>Feeling a bit more relieved thanks to the friendly face, you let out a small sigh, nod and then put up a cocky grin as you raised your right front hoof up to a bend.
“I told you already, mate. I’m the Prince. There’s no way that I would lose against them”
>”Woohoo!” The little filly threw her front hooves in the air and then looked left and right “You see guysh? I told ya that Ayynon here is a real hero!”
>You chuckled a bit and shook your head
“I’ve been called many things, but heroic ain’t one of them… not even my moms call me like that… a-anyway, I’m glad to see that you got to your classroom.”
>”This isn’t a classroom!” The chubby colt angrily said as he walked past you and sat at a table “I told ya already, these are our headquarters!”
>You raised an eyebrow at the chubby colt. He was taking this little play-pretend game a bit too seriously for your tastes.
“I see… so what exactly do your guys do in your “headquarters” when you’re not… y’know… on heroic business?”