Memory… normal time line. Nothing too unusual.
Next, she felt the local magic to see if anyone else was Awake this Loop. None of the other Elements were active, meaning that Rarity and the rest were all their Prime Loop selves, and there was no sign of outside Loopers either.
“Huh. Looks like I’m alone for once.” Twilight frowned. “What should I do…”
“I won’t tolerate this anymore!”
Celestia looked up from where Mrs. Cake had just overfilled her teacup. “What is it, my faithful student?”
“You mock your subjects like that, tricking them into embarrassing themselves. It’s a terrible abuse of power!” Horn flaring, Twilight teleported away.
“Oh, dear. I’m sorry, Mrs. Cake, it seems my student is a little… off, today.” Celestia apologized.
“That’s quite alright, your majesty.” Both Cakes chorused. Mr. Cake continued, “We’re quite familiar with Pinkie, and it seems as though Twilight is just as highly strung sometimes.”
Three hours later, Celestia was trying to work out what on Equestria had happened.
There were thousands of ponies of all three breeds marching on Canterlot, with red flags waving, singing a rather grim song about how the flags were red because they were dyed with… blood, of all things.
And her student was apparently behind all this, giving speeches about “the proletariat” and “the bourgeoisie” and so on.
It seemed as though Twilight had invented what she was calling ‘communism’.