Pony POV series alternate universe - Anarchy

I've always wondered why it is that my brother's been so... violent. I mean, we're the family of chaos. The organization of obliteration. The people who Loki would go to if he needed something chaotically destroyed. OR if he existed, I'm still not clear on that one.
But anyway, Discord has always been a bit strange, even by the standards of our family. We destroy universes, yeah, but that's because we have to. Take that place with all the mary-sue ponies. I was impressed by them, I gotta admit.
Yeah, me. Impressed by a mortal. Commit that to memory, because you'll not be hearing that again. That's why I let that last one... Pinkie, right? I let her live. She's got style.
Matter of fact, I think she and her soul have a better sense of what it means to be chaotic than Discord. I mean, I'm all into refiguring, but the sheer mess he made of the universe with the transforming robots... ugh. That kind of explosive kaleidoscope is just too excessive for real art. Bet we'll have to do that place again in a few years.
Come to think of that, where is he anyway? I don't remember seeing him today. Oh, and for the record? I mean in the metatime that us transcendent beings move in when we're not actualized on a world.
Strange. Can't find him, but his trace leads... aha! Oh, geez. That's not going to go well. He locked this world off from us!
Hmmm... Alicorns couldn't possibly break this lock, it's too firm… Draconequui wouldn't have a chance generally, but I'm his brother. I know what happens in that excuse for a brain he has.
Besides, I've got an in. Call it insurance, call it sentimentality, but there's a tiny fraction of me in that girl Pinkie.
Look, I felt guilty, okay?
Ah, there we go. Tiny little hole.
Let's see what my brother's been doing.

I arrived just a little too late to help her, but my consciousness formed early enough to perceive some girly little unicorn kick Discord's face in. Now that's a good start to things. Bit excessive what he did to her, though...
Wait, we did this place hardly any time ago at all! I liked the job we did, it had serious potential!
"Discord!" I call to him. "What's with all the wreckage?"
"Oh, my dear brother. What on Equestria are you doing... well, on Equestria?" He's chuckling darkly. Fair enough, it wasn't a bad joke.
"That's my question. And this place isn't due a restructuring yet, so what's the mess?"
"You never did appreciate my work. Isn't all the chaos deliciously random?"
"I'm going to have to go with a big nah. This stuff's boring! Once you've demolished one universe, you've done them all." Not strictly true, but hey. I'm going for the high moral ground here.
"And are you going to stop me? They couldn't, you know."
"They're mortals. But I see one of them gave you that dental treatment you've always not wanted." Hang on, I think I remember that unicorn he smashed. Mimi? Mimic? Something like that. And look at me, all respectful for one of these cutesy ponies again. This goes on much longer I won't need to commit it to memory.
Still, he asks a good question.
"Hey, pardner?" I mutter to one of the Alicorns standing nearby. She barely flinches at the fact I'm stretching my neck three hundred metres for this quiet word, guess she's made of tougher stuff than I thought. "Would you say he's laying down the law here?"
"Well, we can hardly stop him."
"That's what I thought." I ram a sock into Discord's ear as he leans over to listen. "Thanks for the sock, by the way. It's from your drawers."
I know my brother's weaknesses – as long as something's amusing, he won't mess with it too much. And my own portfolio, while close to his, differs in one key respect.
He's Discord. I'm Anarchy. And anarchy involves breaking down The Man. (It has to be written like that. And said like that. It's one of The Rules.)
"I think I liked it better when you were on my side, Discord."
Draconequui have a lot of power. In fact, we have so much power it can't really be quantified with real numbers. But there's still differences - for example, my dear brother's had to exert himself a lot recently. Fighting Alicorns, breaking the local peace and harmony superweapon, and of course that deliciously funny bit where someone kicked him in the face.
I'm on top of my game.
"But I don't feel all that much regret. You've been riding for a fall."
Of course, putting it like that might be overstating things. Even damaging one of our race is incredibly hard, and very little in the way of magic actually affects us normally. It's one of the reasons why we can do the things we do.
But Anarchists love blowing things up. We're quite good at it.
"Watch this!"
Turns out, if you destroy even a very small thing, you can get quite a big bang. It's very cost efficient.
Like, say, Gluons. Take away the strong nuclear force in something and it goes up like a supernova.
Probably a good thing there were Alicorns watching, because even with as much directionality as I could manage (which isn't a lot when, for artistic reasons, it has to be a large sphere with the word BOMB written on it. The Rules again.) it wouldn't have been pretty if they hadn't managed to throw up a quick shield.
Unfortunately, I seem to be outside it.

Ow.
My everything hurts. Oh, that's a new muscle. Didn't know I had that one. Must memorize it for later.
I crack my eyelids. Everything is surrounded in shining light, coming off my tail. Looks like later won't be much later.
"Guess I overdid it again, huh…"
"You're dying!"
Oh, a white pegasus. She looks surprised. How… appropriate, somehow.
"That's what happens when you put your whole being into one attack… well, almost all of it." I wink at her.
Some tiny iota of my power replies. Ah, that's where it went, should have guessed from the cutie mark. Guess I'll live on in some form.
"Why?"
"You want to know? Try this. Creativity, that's what we prize. What I prize. Uniqueness, and under my brother there'd be no time for it."
"Brother?"
"Geez, always with the questions." A quick look down shows I'm gone below the waist, and it's spreading faster. "Look, I don't have much time, so listen. I'm Anarchy, the jerk who used to be over there was my brother Discord, and I just blew him up."
"Anarchy." She seems to be memorizing the name. That's what I like to see.
"At least it made a change from the icky jobs. Feels good to actually save people, y'know? Oh, hang on. Guess I better come up with some last words, huh?"
I'm down to my head.
"Okay, howabout these..."


As the second Draconequus faded into oblivion, Surprise blinked back tears. "I've got it memorized, Anarchy. You won't be forgotten."



In the royal gardens at Canterlot, there's a statue of a strange creature. Part horse, part raven, part dragon, part many other things.
The expression on the creature's muzzle is cocky and assured, with a sense of invincible confidence.
The pedestal simply reads:
Anarchy
"The truest form of chaos is freedom."