Child of Chaos [Chapter 2: Getting Acquainted]

>KK’s words reverberate inside your head, the meaning of them still far beyond your grasp, little to your knowledge. But regardless, grasp futilely you do.
>Perhaps you might be able to make something of it, were it not for the temporarily indescribable currently digging away at your brain.
>Though you quickly discover a word for it.
“Fuck...”
>Your initial reaction is to double over until the horrible dizziness recedes.
>It takes some rather concentrated breathing and lying on your side for a good few minutes, but your strategy eventually works, the nauseating feeling slowly receding from your head.
>After you’re certain that you can stand with enough certainty, you do so, only now taking time to analyze your surroundings with any real care.
>You appear to be in a room, one of not only an impressive size, but also one of a rather...interesting decor…
>Meh, fuck you if you can tell a lamp from a rock, but this house is fucking weird.
>The floorboards, which you’re not accustomed to seeing in the first place, twist strangely in a spiral pattern leading to the center of the room. The walls of the room seem to be of a red-ish, purple-ish color, though there is never a moment when they are definitely one since the colors seem to be mixing on the wall as if they’re still wet. Laid into the one of the walls is an average sized window, out of which you can see nothing but swirling colors similar to the ones on the walls. On the left adjacent wall from that, there is a sturdy-looking wooden door leading to who-knows-where. The ceiling seems to be made of some kind of rock tile, all of them cut to look like mangled pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. There are very few furnishings scattered about the room, the only two being a set of twin thinking-chairs stuck impossibly to the wall opposite of the window, very close to the ground, and the couch equally-impossibly stuck to the ceiling in the middle of the room.

>The entire atmosphere is the complete opposite of your last location. The air in this room is constantly flowing, though with no apparent direction or pattern that you can make out.
>Your curiosity of the situation is peaked, so you move from your position in the middle of the room to the twin chairs, completely forgetting whatever might’ve meddled your mind before.
>A closer inspection of the two aforementioned items reveals that wooden portions of each are very masterfully carved, very small ruins of some sort spiraling around their arms and legs.
>As you move closer to the wall to get a better inspection of the chairs’ legs, you feel a strange force pulling your body to the wall.
>Hm...
>Walking closer to the wall elicits an even stronger pull.
>Hmmm…
>You reach out towards the wall, place a hoof down on it, and pull yourself up, your hoof sticking to the wall as if it is the floor.
>You’re now standing on the wall without a second thought, the floor now seeming like a wall itself.
>HMMMMMMMMMM…
>That’s pretty fucking cool.
>It also helps explain how the chairs stay there like that.
>Another idea then pops into your head.
>If the chairs are sticking there because of wacky gravity, then the couch…
>You look up at the accessory with glee.
>Walking up to the ceiling, you carefully step onto it via the same process as before, and sure enough your theory is right.
>The next hour or so passes swiftly as you play with the off-gravity of the room, jumping around from wall to wall and experimenting with it. You even make the daring effort to sit in the corner of three different walls at once, but oh, never again.
>You promise yourself that.
>Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end.
>There is a flash of light that comes sharply from the middle of the room, followed by the appearance of Discord, covered from head to toe in flame. 
>Here we go.

>You pause in your spot on the ceiling.
>He lets out a rather exasperated breath before floating up to the couch next to you and lying down so that he faces the floor above.
>He puffs flames from his nostrils.
>”I can't stand the nerve of that mare! Question even one thing that seems even slightly out of place and she sends you to the center of a volcano!”
>He licks his talons and uses them to snuff out his burning horns before turning to you.
>”Oh, you’re here too. How wonderful.” He says sarcastically “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this ridiculous situation!”
>And to be frank, his words kinda piss you off.

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“What? Who do you think started all this? If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have been here in the first place.”
>He looks at you blandly.
>”Not true. You could have said no to the offer.”
”I would have DIED!”
>His horrible logic is starting to get to you.
>”Meh.” He rolls his eyes at you “A temporary matter as it would’ve been.”
>He snaps his talons, making the familiarly large stack of papers appear in front of him as he starts reading through them nonchalantly.
>Your rage starts to build massively inside you.
“It might be fucking temporary to you but not to the person that’s gonna die!”
>He growls in irritation.
>”Aren’t there ANY loopholes in this blasted contract?!”
>He furiously rips up the current paper in hand before tossing the scraps aside onto you and crossing his arms.
>That’s it.
“Are you even fucking listening to me?!”
>You shake off the particulate, only for it to reform into a single piece and mosey it’s way back into its spot in the stack.
>He makes a ‘Phh’ sound at you as he waves a talon in your direction.
>”As if I want comments from some street urchin in the peanut gallery.”

>You first don’t comprehend the insult itself.
>For just a moment, the only thing in your mind is ~him~.
>He’s always there.
>For the most part he’s harmless.
>Should a situation like this arise though, he’s always ready to whisper things to you in your head.
>Perverse, persuasive ideas.
>He always knows everything about you, making it hard enough for you to argue with him.
>Worse than that though, he is always willing to try to take control from you. 
>Sometimes he’s even willing to do so by force if he can. 
>Luckily for you, he’s being nice today, so this time is one that you manage to fight his whisperings off.
>Why he’s always been a part of you, you’ll never know, but there is one thing you know for sure.
>The only thing he craves is wanton destruction. Careless or coordinated, it doesn’t matter to him.
>You carefully push back against the last of the many ramblings in your mind, as well as your anger.
>Time to deal with this whole thing properly now you suppose.
>You let out a loud sigh and lay down in your spot, looking up a Discord.
“Look, I don’t care if your angry with me or think that I got you into this or whatever. All I know is that it looks like we’re stuck in this together for a while. If that’s true then I think that we should just start over with this entire thing so that we’re not on each other's tail the entire time.”
>There is a moment of silence, making you think that there is no getting through to him at all, but eventually he sighs.
>”As much as I’d hate to agree with the one who got me into this, I suppose you’re correct. It’ll do us no good to be at each other’s throats.”

>He hops off the couch right in front of you.
>”Well, if that’s the case then I suppose that reintroductions are in order. I am Discord, Lord of Chaos and Spirit of Disharmony in this dimension.”
>He snaps his talons, letting some streamers fall from the ceiling around him, though his appearance isn’t all that enthused.
>Your turn now you guess.
“My name’s Ano, E-Class castaway.”
>Discord falls back onto the couch.
>”Well, now that that’s out of the way, make yourself at home. If you have any questions, come and ask me I suppose, since my new job seems to be babysitting you anyways.”
>You blow off the would-be insult of him calling you a baby.
>You have exploring to do anyways.
>...
>Well there’s only one door, but that should lead to some fun stuff with how crazy his house looks anyway.