Unforeseen Consequences - The strange little idiot

>Everyone grabs their saddlebag, and starts to exit the classroom, most of the fillies gave you words of encouragement on their way out, others tried to flirt with you
>When Gale Breeze, Comet Trail and Melodica where on their way out they told you that they would accompany you tomorrow when you meet the other fifth grade group.
>”Mr. Anon…” Sunny Hill speaks to you in a serious tone “I hope that you haven’t forgotten about your penalty…”
>You roll your eyes as you put your saddlebag on
“No Miss Sunny Hill, I haven’t forgotten, I actually just need to know where detention is, so I can go there, that is if I’m supposed to go there…hmmm I don’t have to stay here while you give me extra work, or something, right?”
>”Hmph! As if I would waste my precious time with a ruffian like you…” Sunny Hill glares at you as she puts a black saddlebag on her back “No, luckily, we have a special place for ponies like yourself. Now, follow me please” the old mare opens the door and exits the room, you follow her close behind
>You chuckle and give the old horse a smug grin as you follow her across the hallways
“Oh, so you have a special place for the future school presidents?”
>”Oh don’t make me laugh…” Sunny Hill stops on her tracks and gives you another mean glare “Let me be perfectly clear with you, Mr. Anon, I don’t expect you to win, and in fact I don’t expect you to even come close to Mr. Truffle when the voting happens”
>You shrug and give her another smirk
“Then I guess that you must have earned that cutie mark of yours in making wrong predictions, because trust me, Ms. Hill, I’m gonna win this and I’m gonna win it by a landslide.”
>Sunny Hill starts to walk again, and of course, you follow her…and she cackles too “Oh? And tell me, how exactly do you plan to do that, Mr. Anon?”
“You know, I remember that you scolded me in class a few days ago for not paying attention, so here’s an advice from me to you and completely free of charges. You should do what you preach, Miss Hill. I already said my plan to the class, and I don’t like to repeat myself, but other than that, we will just have to do our best and have a little faith”
>”You little-!” Sunny Hill loses her composure for a brief moment, but she quickly regains it, not wanting to drag any unwanted attention “Hmph! Arrogant and impolite as always…very well, do what you want…or rather not, because we are already here”
>The old mare stops in front of a door just like any other door for any other classroom, except that this one was labeled with “detention”
>Sunny Hill looks at you, hopeful that this may scare you, that you may crumble…but you just shrug and get past her
“Alright, so I just have to stay here for an hour, right?”
>”Wha-? I mean…” Sunny Hill shakes her head and stomps her right front hoof on the ground “Yes, your penalty will be to stay in detention for an hour, and of course…” Sunny Hill gives you a smirk “I will send a letter to the founder of this school, telling her that you got sent to detention, and detailing the reasons as to why”
>You shrug again and open the door with your magic
“Is that it? Because I seriously hope that’s it, I don’t want to stay here any longer than necessary. I do have a life, you know?”
>That old reptile scowls and turns away “Yes, that will be it from my part, now you will be left in charge of an exemplary student that volunteered to give some of his time to take care of ponies like yourself. He will have the authority of a teacher and as such, you will respect his or her rules. With that said, goodbye for today, Mr. Anon and I hope that you learn something from this experience…although, I highly doubt that you will”
>Ugh...why is time not stopping now? Where’s Discord when you need him? How comes that messing with that ancient monster from an era bygone doesn’t lure him to come here? Why he hasn’t visited you since the carnival?
>Was he really that angry with you? But, why? Maybe the last part didn’t happen as he planned…but you two had your fun together, right? The two of you were friends, right?
>You didn’t want to consider that he and Eris had ditched you…because you missed them, you missed your friends…life wasn’t as fun without the spice that chaos brings, just plain order can be…boring and sometimes infuriating.
>But you guess that your mind was getting derailed again, you suppose that sooner or later, Discord and Eris will come to you when they want…you just hope that it comes sooner.
>You open the door to the detention room, and the first thing that it stands out…was how generic it was. It’s just a bunch of chairs with a desk for the teacher, chalkboard and some signs placed on the walls that were written with horrible grammar…horrible yet familiar grammar….
>You ignore the other foals that were in the room, you go straight to the signs and read them, one by one
>”No majikz”
>”No Hornz”
>”No speakz”
>”No lazyz”
>”No Nerdz”
>”No runin in da jalwayz”
>”If U mez wid the Kool guy then U get the “”””””spoecialz treatmentz”””””””
>You feel a shiver going down your spine as your pupils shrink
“No…it can’t be possible”
>”Hey nerd! Are you also dumb? You can’t speak in here!” Almost as if it was a reflex, you turn around, and there he was, standing by the door, that grey imbecile with the horrible attitude…Ruffle Truffle
>The little idiot snorts and walks to the teacher desk, where he hops to the chair and gets himself comfortable “Oh man! A nerd who is also dumb! Just look at him guys!”
“Oh come ooooooon! What are you doing here? Why did you place those signs all over the room?”
>”Hey! You are you dumb AND deaf?!” Lifting a chalk with his magic, the grey idiot tries to throw the object at you…just that he fails at holding it, making the chalk to fall to the ground
> “Grrrr! Stupid chalk! Stupid! Ya think that ya can’t mess with the Ruffle, huh?! Well, think again, ya dweeb!” With a quick motion, the little colt stomps on the chalkboard, chuckling to himself “Nopony mess with the Ruffle without getting Truffled!”
>You raise an eyebrow and look at the colt completely baffled…that guy was your competition for the elections, but that still didn’t answer your question
“Ruffle, what in the world are you doing here? Where’s the guy who’s supposed to supervise the foals that go to detention?”
>The colt turns his head and marches to where you were standing “Well, well, well, ain’t ya a trouble maker, don’t ya nerd?” He puts his face so close to yours that you are forced to take a step back “I said, no speaking during detention! And don’t ya even think that just because it’s yer first time, the Ruffle will go easy on ya! After all, The Ruffle didn’t volunteer to take care of all the lame weirdos in school just so they can have it easy!”
>The little idiot chuckles and nods proudly to himself “But if ya wanna know that badly, then the Ruffle will tell ya, because the Ruffle is cool like that! Ya see, there are a buncha lame nerds and losers always goin’ to detention and never getting’ what they deserve, so the Ruffle decided to take on them both as a hallway monitor and the dude who is in charge of detention! Oh! And also at the elections, who I know everypony will vote for me, right?!
>All the foals nod with fear, Ruffle Truffle stare was enough to scare them that badly….man, what a jerk
>Wait…he was the hallway monitor AND he actually volunteered himself to take part in something like this?! ERIS! WHERE ARE YOU! These are the kind of idiots that you enjoyed messing around the most
>No, this guy was a step above and beyond that, he was a mix of everything that she hated during high school, a jock with a teacher’s little rat!
>But, she wasn’t here, so you had to deal with this idiot by yourself…and you will do that, by doing absolutely nothing and just wait for time to go
“Yeah, yeah, you are sure are “special” I’m sure that one day you will get far, like janitor in chief of a burger joint or something like that…pfft, whatever, I will just go and take a seat”
>You walk away from the grey imbecile and take an empty seat, placing your saddlebag on the desk with the intention of using it as a pillow
>But the mentally challenged dude had other plans, as he ”Read the signs, nerd! No-“
“No speaking, yeah, you should follow them too, just shut up, you big idiot”
>You let your head fall on your saddlebag, but before you make contact, Ruffle Truffle tosses it to a side, making you slam your head on the desk
“ARGH! Hey! What’s your problem, mate?!”
>”Read the signs!” The colt yells, waving his hoof at you “Ya mess with the Ruffle and ya get-“
“Truffled!  I know! Unlike you, I actually know how to read and write! And that sentence doesn’t even make sense, you imbecile! Go away, mate, seriously, I just want this to be over so I can go home”
>”OH! Oh HO HO HO! So that’s how ya want it to be, doncha nerd?” Ruffle huffs
>You raise your eyebrow and sigh
“Yes, I just want this to be over, so what do you say if you go to that desk and I stay here so-“
>”Then if ya want to be the trouble maker, you leave the Ruffle no choice but to deal with your lame weirdo flank!” The colt holds your hoof and starts dragging you
>Which makes you focus and cast a bubble shield with your magic, sending the little colt running to his desk.
>You had to give it to Moon Dancer, her lessons had really paid off. You could teleport and cast shields as if it was nothing. No magical over-exhaustion or any of that cool down…
>Too bad that Moonlight actually saw that progress and decided to implement stuff that forced you to cast those spells when you were subjected to her obstacle course of doom.
>”HEY! Can’t ya read?! No magic allowed in detention! Ya want more trouble? Becase the Ruffle can give ya a world of trouble!” he yells from the safety of the desk
>You focus again and dispel your bubble shield, shrugging at the threat of the little idiot
 “Listen mate, you started it, I was just defending myself with literally a defensive spell. I didn’t harm you, but you are threatening to harm me, I would say that if there’s anyone who’s in a world of trouble, then that would be you”
>”Oh! So the nerd now speaks funny!” The grey idiot starts laughing at you “Hey nerd, ya are supposed to say anypony! Not anyone!”
>You shrug again
“That’s how we say where I come from and I’m not changing anything…but as I was saying, you keep threating me, and since I don’t like you, well, you can bet everything that I will report you to the principal…”
>”Report me? Report the Truffle?!” The guy laughs one more “Try if ya want, I will deny everything, and nopony will believe ya, and ya will be called the “big liar who is also a nerd”!”
>You raise an eyebrow and look at the fella with some curiosity, was he seriously this retarded?
“Do you realize that there are witnesses, and that I will still report you from threating me and also for lying about what happened, right?”
>”HAH! They won’t say a thing, is the Ruffle right, you lame weirdos?!” The colt glares at the foals in detention, who just nod in fear “And ya can say whatever ya want, nerd. Yer word against mine and all that!”
>The little colts says with sarcasm as he puts both of his back hooves on the desk and rests comfortable on the chair “Yep, ya would need to be royalty or somethin’ for anypony to believe ya over the Ruffle!”
>At this point, your curiosity was more scientific than anything else, what was Ruffle Truffle? Was he the pony equivalent of the Neanderthal? Or was he born with a brain deficiency that impeded him to actually make use of his more rational thought?
>So many questions, but you had one to start with
“Do you even know who I am?”
>”Yeah, you are a big nerd!” Ruffle Truffle chuckles before glaring at you and slamming his front right hoof on the desk “A big nerd who will get Ruffle Truffle’s “special treatment” if he doesn’t shut up!”
>You place your hoof on your desk and rest your head on it, looking at Ruffle Truffle with a mix of confusion and…more confusion
“Do you read the news?”
>”No! That’s for lame weirdos and old ponies!” He scratches his head and corrects himself “Well dad reads me the sports. Now, SHUT UP!”
>You give up…this guy was just an idiot or he fell on his head a lot of times.
“Mate, seriously, don’t you know who I am? I’m Anon, you know, son of Princess Luna and Celestia?! The young prince?! You really want to take the chance of trying to frame me for something I didn’t do? Because, I’m sure that the word of a prince is worth waaaay more than yours”
>”Oh lardy la! Look how scared the Ruffle is! Pffft please!” He rolls his eyes and waves his hoof in a dismissive manner “If ya nerd are the son of the Princesses, then the Ruffle is Discord’s daughter! Now SHUT UP!”
“I know that you don’t read the news, but come on mate. My face is everywhere! You seriously haven’t heard about me? Mate, I’m the prince”
>”Oh, yeah, yer face is everywhere because yer head is so big that it’s bigger than the moon!” Ruffle Truffle rolls his eyes and laughs once more “HAR HAR HAR! If yer the prince, then the Ruffle is a mighty hero colt who defeats bad guys and saves Equestria! Now shut up and follow the rules!”
>You groan and drop your face on the desk. You give up with this guy, he was…wait a minute!
“Oi, Ruffle!”
>”Shut up, nerd!” He yells, before scratching his head and then ask “Wadda ya want?”
“You said that I have to obey, YOUR rules, right?”
>The grey colt nods “Yes, so now, shut yer muzzle!”
“In a minute, so, I have to obey YOUR rules, because YOU are the pony who’s in charge of supervising detention, am I correct?”
>”Boy, ya sure hit that big of head of yours a lot!” He rolls his eyes so hard that you thought they were spinning, just to go back and slam his front right hoof on the desk “YES! Now, just Shu-“
“Last question, Ruffle Truffle…am I a nerd?”
>”Yes, yes, YES! You are a lame nerd! Just like the rest of the losers that are in here too! All of you are a buncha nerds” NOW FOR THE BAJILLION TIME, SHUT UP!”
“Alright…”
>You get up from your chair and walk to the door, head held up and proud
>”And just where do ya think you are going?!” Ruffle Truffle jumps from his seat to yell at you “Go back to ya-“
>You give him a patronizing smirk while opening the door at the same time
“Ah, Ah, Ah! I don’t need to do such thing, because you see Mr. Truffle, I’m just following your rules…”
>”What are ya blabbering! Shut up an-“
>You interrupt the grey idiot once more, but this time, you weren’t just going to be a smug bastard, no, you were going to lay everything to him so clearly, and so polite, that you were going to be crowned as prince of regal manners…or something
“Yes, one of your rules prohibits students to speak during detention. BUT there’s another one that also prohibits the entrance of nerds to your class, and you see, Mr. Truffle, the definition of nerd is such a broader one that I decided to ask if you, fine sir, considered me a nerd, to which you replied affirmatively, and not only that…”
>You look at the rest of the foals in the room, all of them were getting up and walking to the door too. You look to Ruffle and give him a cool and calmed, smug grin
“You also called my classmates and I quote “a buncha nerds” so based on YOUR guidelines, we are not allowed in detention and thus, we are free to go…”
>You motion to the foals who pushes Ruffle at a side and walk out of the room. You look at the gray colt once more and smile
“Now, remember, we were just following your rules, since nerds aren’t allowed in, well…”
>You shrug and walk out
“I suppose that this is where we say our goodbyes…Goodbye, Mr. Truffle…”
>You start walking down the hallway, where the rest of the foals were waiting for you. You smile at them with confidence and yell
“There’s nothing to see here, you all heard how Ruffle Truffle’s rules are, and that means we are free to go back home…”
>One of the foals approaches you, it was a cream colored colt with a slight yellowish mane. He was younger than you, but still, he was one of the oldest in the group, you also spotted at least four or five other foals around his age, all of them standing close in a group.
>”Hey, so it wasn’t a lie, huh? We really have the prince among our school ranks…” He says with a surprisingly formal tone…almost militaristic “Gotta ask, what’s your grade and group?”
>You nod and give him a polite smile, offering him your hoof to shake
“Yes, maybe you already know it, but eh…I think that it would be rude from me if I don’t introduce myself, my name is Anon and…err…I’m in fifth grade, class A. What’s your name, mate?”
>But the colt doesn’t shake your hoof, giving you a military salute instead “Name’s Double Ocean sir! My rank is fourth grade, Class B, sir! And I’m the captain of-“
“NEEEEERDS!” A familiar voice yells from the other end of the hallway, interrupting that adorable presentation “Ya think that ya can make fun of the Ruffle?! Then prepare to get Truffled!”
>You calmly turn around, and reply to Ruffle Truffle in that same smug and patronizing tone
“Mr. Truffle, since you don’t want to leave us be, I’ll have to ask you a final question…what exactly does it mean to get “Truffled”?”
>”Pfft! Ya are a big dumb nerd!” The colt laughs “It means that the Ruffle will make you taste his hooves! And by that, The Ruffle means that he’s gonna smack ya! And then ya are gonna taste the toilets!”
>”You will have to get past us if you want to touch the prince!”  Double Ocean jumps in front of you, taking out a pair of sunglasses from…god knows where and puts them on “Super Agent Foals! Battle Positions!” he yells while adopting a dramatic pose
>Those other foals that were with Double Ocean don’t wait much and jump in front of you, adopting a group position that kinda reminded you of the Charlie Angels, if they were somehow cheesier…
>Eeehh…no…you gently pat Double Ocean on the shoulder
“Please, don’t worry, I have this under control. Let me handle this…”
>”No, can’t do!” Double Ocean shakes his head as he readies himself for battle “You better run to safety, sir! We can do this on our own! We are five to one, and this guy, while being a sixth grader and the best player of our hoofball team, won’t hold a candle against our numbers!”
>Ruffle Truffle yawns and stretches himself ”If ya buncha bed wetting foals have finished kissing each other, then maybe we can finally start with the flank kicking that the Ruffle is gonna give ya!” The gray colt spits and starts jumping from side to side, pumping himself for the little battle
>You roll your eyes and walk past the group, this time placing yourself in between them and Ruffle Truffle
“I’m sorry, but there’s not going to be such thing…”
>Your horn glows and your aura envelops Ruffle Truffle, after that, it was just matter of focusing on the right amount of magic and the kind of spell that you wanted to perform aaaand…
>”H-hey! What did ya do?! The Ruffle can’t move!” The gray colt struggles with all his might, but all was to naught, not even his own magic could help him get out…thank you, Moon Dancer’s lessons.
>”Whoah! Check that out guysh!” One of the kids of Double Ocean’s group, a filly that had a blue coat and black mane wearing a helmet and goggles that were too big for her, points at Ruffle Truffle “The Prinshe is using a levitation shpell to hold the jerk on line! We could ushe that for our top shecret mishions!”
>”I know Light Craft…” Double Ocean responds to his friend, equally perplexed “I just can lift my trusty slingshot and a couple pebbles, but this dude….wow!”
>You shake your head
“I’m afraid that you are wrong my friend, I’m using a freezing spell on him, it is much more refined and powerful than using a levitation spell to hold ponies in place,  while also being much more cost effective in terms of magic, now, on the other hoof…”
>You focus again, you learned that you can mix spells with others, but in order to do that, the spells needed to have a certain synergy, both in their design and in the mind process that was required to cast them, plus there was the increased magic cost, certain complementary spells that functioned as triggers for bigger spells…and you are getting derailed…dang!
>Luckily, this was a spell that you used for everything, so this won’t be hard
“THIS is a levitation spell!”
>You pull the immobilized Ruffle Truffle towards you, making him hover above the group…and in an upside down position
>”Hey! Let the Ruffle down! Let the Ruffle down so he can give you a taste of his hooves” The poor gray colt cried out loud
>You give the little idiot a serious look and speak to him in a similar tone
“No until you promise that will drop this stupid threat, and of course, until your let us go free…”
>”Never! The Ruffle will make ya taste the toilet for thinkin’ that ya can mess with him!” He cries while trying to break free
“Alright, then…I’ll do this…”
>As if Ruffle were a can of soda, you give him a good shake, not a very hard one, but it was enough to make him go dizzy
“How about now?”
>He was a little green, but Ruffle Truffle doesn’t give up and cries in a drunken voice ”T-The Ruffle will s-smack ya, n-n-nerd!”
>You shrug and smirk
“Okay, then I suppose that I will continue with-“
>”N-No!” Ruffle Truffle cries “The Ruffle reconsidered! And he will spare ya nerds, for now!”
“Very well, and I suppose that you will forget this little incident too, right? No one will know about what happened here, right?”
>”Y-Yes!” The poor idiot yells “No teacher or principal or whatever grown up will know about this!”
>You raise an eyebrow and give him a smirk
“You swear?”
>”The Ruffle swears on his honor of the coolest kid in school and the best hoofball player of all of Equestria! Now P-please! Lemme go!” Okay, that tone was convincing enough for you
>You focus again, and dispel both spells, first the levitation spell, making him crash into the ground, head first, and then the freezing spell…
>The gray colt rubs his head, some tears were forming in the corner of his eyes “This ain’t over yet! Doncha think that-“
>You narrow your eyes at Ruffle Truffle and stomp your right front hoof on the ground, making the colt to run away…
>”Wow! Duuuuude….” Double Ocean looks at you, completely amazed by what he saw “Nopony has ever done that to a sixth grader! Much less to their star player! Dude, you have to come with us and-“
>You shake your head and hold your hoof to make the colt go silent
“I’m sorry my friend, but…I have to go home, and trust me, it’s not that I want to, it’s just that I have to. The whole deal with the Gala eats a lot of my time, but…”
>You smile at the already disappointed foals
“Don’t worry, I’m quite sure that we will see each other again very soon…but for now…I REALLY have to go…”
>You excuse yourself once more before making the run to the castle. On your way out, you notice that Ruffle Truffle was speaking with some of his friends…hmmm, that was…definitely something that didn’t look good… but you would have to worry about that later…
>Right now, you had to go to the castle, go to your room, drop your saddlebag, go to Luna’s study and then endure another session of your mothers choosing an outfit for you to use during the Gala.
>Luckily, it doesn’t take THAT long to reach the castle, you just had to take a few shortcuts through the gardens of a few ponies.
>You enter the castle, running as fast as you could, but something stops you right then…something terrifying
>”SURPRISE!” A pink pony jumps from behind the entrance stairs and tackles you…no, no, nonononono, NOOOOOOOO!