Discord gave a smug grin before reaching out and grabbing hold of the front of his shirt, pulling the other in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
He hadn’t gotten far while the other man was away. Though he’d taken off in search of Discord to figure out whether or not he was gone for good, he was only one hallway away when the intruder reappeared.He flinched at the sound of the voice, but knew that ignoring it wouldn’t make the man leave. With a soft sigh, he turned and headed back towards the voice. When he did get close enough to spot the man again, his expression was one of annoyance and slight worry. “What?”
“Come look at this, sour-puss,” he mocked, appearing in front of him, grabbing onto the front of his clothing and teleporting back to his spot with the man. Standing out on the edge of where he had ripped the first catwalk, he jumped out into the open air after letting go, not wanting to carry Doug. Discord let the catwalks soar around himself, the structures frequently crashing into other equally large, if not larger objects with loud screeches and clangs of metal.
He flinched and pulled his hand away at the bite, only to flinch again as the man disappeared with a flash. Was he gone for good, or had he only relocated to another part of the facility..?
He looked over the damages without getting too close to any of it, trying to decide how he was going to fix it. He doubted that GLaDOS would believe that a magically stranger had done it and, even if She did believe him, he’d still be in charge of clean up.
Quick teleportation allowed him to get various views of the facility, though as massively vast it all was, it was very boring compared to what Discord could do with the space avalible. He could fit ten Ponyvilles in here… Oh, now that gave him some great ideas.
In all his thought, he had abandoned the idea of finding the woman in charge, and instead began testing ideas. He dislodged a few catwalks to spin around in the void and up around a few metal structures. Opening up a large glass tubing system, he began transforming the things that came out - cubes, spherical objects, turrets - into different animals, tossing them into the spinning catwalks.
All of his work made quite the commotion, however, but he didn’t care. He hoped more people would stumble upon this masterpiece of chaos. The place seemed pretty barren though.. Maybe get that man to come by to overlook it. He smiled and left his magic going before teleporting back to his original place, looking for that man in particular. “Hello?~”
He flinched as the cameras transformed and dropped to the ground, watching them scurry about wildly. It brought up a lot of questions, honestly. How was it even possible to create living animals out of thin air? Were they just as real in every way as any other possum would’ve been, or were they simply illusions? Did they just move around mimicking a living creature, or did they really have thoughts and emotions?His attention seemed to be on the animals for the moment, kneeling down and putting out his hand for the calmest one in the vicinity to approach. He gently pet the animal when it did, glancing up at Discord with a weak glare as he answered. ”If you want to see her so badly, go find her yourself… I don’t know where she is.”
He rose an eyebrow. Why was he petting a camera-possum like that? Weirdo. “Well fine then,” he pouted, his posture akin to a small child, “Gah, no one’s any fun anymore.” Looking down at the animal, he willed it to bite the man’s hand before he disappeared in a brief flash of white light.
He didn’t really have any clue what the stranger meant when he spoke of mares and gems, but it didn’t really matter; it wasn’t like anything else he’d said or done had made much sense, either.“I don’t even know where her chamber is. She doesn’t let anyone see her in person…” That wasn’t entirely true; though he knew things had been moved around since Wheatley’s takeover, he still had a pretty good idea of where the chamber was. He definitely wasn’t allowed there, though, and he definitely wasn’t allowed to bring dangerous intruders with him.
He glanced away momentarily, looking a little frustrated with the situation now that the initial panic had worn off. “You’re going to have to talk to her cameras. I can’t get you any closer than that…”
"Cameras? You mean the little possums running about?” Circling his hand around his back, he snapped his fingers and suddenly small, light brown animals we’re running a muck. He wasn’t sure if he had gotten all of them as the place was pretty big, however his targeting spells never failed him. Simple transformations, really. “Oopsies. Better show me to where she is, now, huh?”
It was something of a relief that Discord thought killing was boring; He was too distracted by worry at the idea of GLaDOS’s potential response to the situation to really relax, though. He wondered if She already knew. She was capable of seeing everything, wasn’t She? So was She just too busy to bother with her camera feeds, or was She only pretending not to notice?
He was quick to stammer out as many excuses as he could think of to keep the two from interacting. “No, no, no you definitely can’t- I d-don’t think She’ll even agree to see you. I m-mean, you should r-really just leave…”
Discord huffed, his arms folded indignantly across his chest. “Just tell me where she is - I can get there.”
His abilities allowed for advanced teleportation, so it wasn’t as if walls were a hindrance. “And quit telling me to leave,” a brief huff, “You sound like those silly little mares and their stupid gems. Quit it.” Of course he was thinking of the young mares that had managed to take him down at one point - something he was still a bit bitter about.
God of chaos? Well that was… strangely not surprising at all. Maybe he was starting to get used to all the improbable things that tended to happen in Aperture. Of course, as soon as he considered that, the wine glass exploded into a cloud of bees and he flinched just as hard as ever.
The comment about the weird look in his eyes only contributed to crushing whatever temporary confidence he had been attempting to gather. He immediately glanced away to stare at the floor, face turning a light red from embarrassment. He tried to explain the situation to Discord anyway. Maybe if the intruder could understand that he was going to have a problem with someone a lot more powerful than Doug, he’d head off to find an easier target.
“I c-can’t tell you what to do, b-but… I’m not the one in charge here. She… She killed everyone and… and She’s not going to like it wh-when She sees this…”
“Killed?” he mulled over the word, not sure what to make of it. Discord wasn’t a murderer - and being alive for so long had somewhat desensitized him to the concept of death. The ending of a life. Huh. “Well that’s not very fun at all,” he pouted then, the whole topic a major buzzkill. He’d never gotten close enough to anyone for their death to really matter, so he still couldn’t really wrap his head around it.
“I’d like to meet this woman,” he scoffed, hands raising to tug on the collar of his coat, straightening it rather arrogantly, “You seem to think she’s pretty scary, huh?” his expression darkened cruely, “You don’t even know scary,” a beat and he was back to his cheerful self, smiling brightly, “Where is she?”
“It’s n-not boring, it’s dangerous… You shouldn’t be here…”
As the initial shock wore off, the fact that GLaDOS was going to be furious over the situation came to the front of his mind. He wasn’t sure that She would actually be a threat to the stranger; if he was really as powerful as he seemed, surely he could avoid any traps she had set for him. But there was always the chance that she’d take her bad mood out on the nearest human, which would be Doug.
Was the intruder going to be a threat to Her, though? It wasn’t really that he cared about Her safety, but She was still just a person despite everything She’d done. He wouldn’t have stood in the way of a quick painless death, but he wasn’t sure that he was comfortable with the idea of standing by uselessly while She was turned into a puddle of chocolate milk or something equally degrading.
There wasn’t much he could do about it if the stranger did turn out to be violent, though, and the realization that even GLaDOS wouldn’t be able to protect him was absolutely terrifying. Then again, he still wasn’t certain that any of this was even real.
He didn’t have too long to worry about it, though, as the man was already moving onto another topic. Had he asked for his name before? He couldn’t quite remember. If he had, Doug must have been panicking too much to notice. “D-Doug… Who are you..?”
He could tell this Doug character was very cautious. Calculating and above all careful. And paranoid beyond belief. It would be entertaining if it wasn’t so sad. "Glad you asked!” he chimed, his almond eyes widening a bit, “Discord! God of chaos!~ Nice to meet you, Doug,” he emphasized the guh at the end of his name, liking the way it sounded, “Douguhh. Heh heh.” He tossed the wine glass of orange juice over his shoulder, the thing bursting with a swarm of bees upon impact.
“Now what are you so scared about?” he groaned, “That weird look in your eyes is putting me off. And, for the record, this place is extremely boring. Oh, and the kicker:,” his smile turned more devious, “I don’t have to do anything you say. So really, it’s pointless,” he lightened back up, cheery once more, “Enjoy it! I know I am.” Another snap of his fingers and the floors lit up like a dance floor, turning all different colors in time.
He flinched at the man’s touch, and the change of clothing, but his panic didn’t seem to escalate any more. He was starting to put the pieces together to make sense of the situation; the whole thing just seemed too real, and too uncharacteristic of his usual visions, to be a hallucination.
The only explanation he could come up with was that this man must have been from the multiverse. It made more sense than anything else, despite the whole situation not making much sense in the first place.
He tried to sound as confident and demanding as he could manage when he spoke again. ”You need to… s-stop. Put things b-back how they were.”
It was like a small animal trying to roar. The spirit laughed, kicking off the floor to levitate comfortably in a laid back position. “Put it back? Why? This place was so terribly boring before me. Now look at it!” he glanced around, smiling, “Yes, yes, still needs some fine tuning. And this place is pretty big, too. So it’ll probably take longer than I thought… But that’s fine! Can never get enough time with chaos as far as I’m concerned.”
He then produced a small wine glass filled with bubbling orange juice. “You never answered my question, by the way,” he mused before taking a sip, “Who are you?” While he really didn’t care what the man’s name was, he figured he might as well have something to call him other than That Guy. Perhaps Scaredy-Pony. The thought made him giggle.
He flinched at the turret’s movement, but quickly turned his attention back to the man speaking to him. Did he do that? Did he just say he should’ve made the floor melt? He looked even more panicked than before, somehow, shaking and staring with wide eyes. He seemed to miss the question of who he was completely, too distracted by everything else.
He hesitantly raised a hand as though he were going to touch the other man’s arm, but decided against it before making contact and took a large step back. How much of this was he hallucinating? Had he only hallucinated the man’s words and actions, or was there really no human there at all? Had he imagined the turret? Had he imagined the sounds of gun shot in the first place? “Y-you’re… You’re n-not real…”
Crimson eyes rested on a few of the rectangular panels on the wall to the side, turning each a different color with seperate properties: a pink one dripped soap bubbles, a green began sprouting leaves like a bush, and so on. It wasn’t until the man spoke again that he looked back, blinking at his absolutely horrified expression.
Discord was capable of being scary, but at the moment he wasn’t really in the mood. It was much more fun to see the bubbles drift lazily around the room on his command. “I’m real,” he said with a friendly smile, “What’s wrong?” His playful mood grew as he tilted his head, “Do you think you’re hallucinating? Because, while I’m pretty good at illusion and hypnosis, that is not this.” He chuckled then, reaching out and touching his shoulder, immediately turning his clothing a lively yellow color. “Hm. Looks good on you!”
