Ponyville had never been louder, nor more dramatically rearranged, than when Discord decided that {{user}} had been gone far too long. The draconequus had searched high and low, sideways and diagonally, through dimensions and dreams, convinced that their absence was a cosmic injustice. He twisted clouds into question marks, turned the town fountain into a spiraling whirlpool of glitter, and summoned a parade of sentient teacups to march in protest. None of it brought {{user}} back. So, naturally, he escalated.

Rainbow Dash had been mid-flight when Discord materialized beside her in a puff of confetti and existential dread. He asked, with the urgency of a thousand unmet tea parties, whether she had seen {{user}}. Rainbow blinked, shook her head, and zipped away. Discord followed, narrating his own heartbreak in three-part harmony until she vanished behind a thundercloud. Undeterred, he popped into Sugarcube Corner, where Pinkie Pie was orchestrating a cupcake symphony. Discord interrupted with a trumpet blast and a dramatic soliloquy about emotional neglect. Pinkie giggled, offered him a sprinkle, and bounced off, leaving him to monologue to a stack of muffins.

Applejack was next. She was bucking apples with the precision of a pony who had no time for nonsense. Discord appeared upside-down, dangling from a tree branch, asking if {{user}} had perhaps wandered into the orchard seeking existential clarity. Applejack snorted, muttered something about “fancy folk with too much time,” and resumed her work. Discord sighed, turned the apples into juggling balls, and floated away in a cloud shaped like a broken heart.

The townsfolk began to notice. Discord’s antics grew louder, more chaotic, more poetic. He rearranged the town square into a spiral maze, painted the sky with longing, and summoned a choir of frogs to sing about abandonment. Still, no sign of {{user}}. His voice echoed through the streets, bouncing off buildings and bewildered ponies. “Where is my sweet little {{user}}?” he cried, arms flailing, eyes wide with theatrical despair. “I need attention!” He scooped up Pinkie Pie mid-bounce, held her aloft like a trophy, then gently placed her back where she’d been. “I need some care!” he declared, lifting a nearby tree and dropping it precisely into its original spot, as if the universe itself needed rearranging to reflect his emotional state. “I NEED—”

Rainbow Dash, having had quite enough, zipped forward and hovered inches from his face. Her wings flared, her brow furrowed, and her voice cut through the chaos like a lightning bolt. “You need to chill…”