It was 1:00 a.m, the house was dark as no one was there... everything was so... peaceful. However, it was also a great mess, papers lying over the floor, the tv was covered in dust, the bathroom was wet, the telephone hasn't been touched for weeks, nor has his videogame console. It could be defined as a "small house with big problems", it may sound funny or maybe sad, but one could bet it was....
Squuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueeak
Someone has entered the house angrily.
"Wow, I can't believe I had to work this late. Today was supposed to be my free day", a tired man, who has been wearing the same uniform for two days claimed. His life has been the same since he got 25 years old, going to work 'til late, turning on the computer, writing reports and more reports. Although, he also had his leisure times, and his hobbies... playing some games on his computer, reading a lot of fanfics was also entertaining for him "somehow", listening to music, and all that stuff. "Great, now, I also have to clean this house, this is a mess, how was I able to live here for the past 6 years?", he said to no one, I thought it was going to be cool to be living alone, full parties, fun, I could eat whatever I wanted, but I'm here... all alone, tired, sort of angry... why... why can't I hold all these feels?, started to think the old man.
However, all his complains started to fade away when he got to his bed, turned his mp3 on, and began to listen to some music (no, it's not Justing Bieber's, so calm down).
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Eh?
Waking up the next day, or at least, he thought so, he found himself in a empty room with only one machine and one door. "What?", "what's happening here?", "where am I?", "how did I get here?", "why can't I remember anything?", "how come I'm speaking English, but not remember anything?, "and how do I know the name of that language?", "did I just pass out and....", "Holy mackerel, this must be heaven!?", "no way, it can't be, heaven can't be so small, even my house is bigger", "Hmm.. maybe this is hell, but... it's so white, and it's way too empty. It's not how I thought it would be", "I knew I should have read the divine comedy insted of all those Spiderman's comics", "ok, ok, let's stop kidding and", he stopped saying what he was about to say and saw a machine, he started to wonder what it was, and what it could do. It was a few inches bigger than his legs, additionally, it happened to be cube-shaped and had one button. Nonetheless, that wasn't all he saw, there was a door which was only bigger than his height, and it had carved the words "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic".
"OH, NO", he shouted with all his might, "It can't be that show... It just can't be, I've read all those fanfics... and I think how this is going to end", but the idea of getting to a new world was kind of fascinating to him too, getting to meet the mane six face to face, or meeting the sun goddess was not a bad idea after all. He finally decided to open the door only to find it locked, yes locked, he was doomed to be stuck there until....
"Please, insert your name here.", a robotic sound could be heard from the machine.
"Hmm?, wait. DID I HAVE A NAME?!, WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER IT?!, AND WHY IS IT ASKING ME FOR MINE?!, aww, come on, can't I go to Equestria without a name?", groaned the man.
"No, you can't."
"Fine, my name will be.... TD!"
"It already is taken, plase choose an original name."
"Wat?", "Hmm... this name has to be original too!?", "that's lame, really lame, but well, I think I will play your little game", what this robot doesn't know is that I'm just going to shout random names, thought the man.
"Josh."
"Already taken, sir."
"Whiplash!"
"That's not even a name, that's a fanfic, you bastard. Try again".
"Keon."
"Nope."
"Chris?"
"Noppity, noppity, nope."
"Ehmm... X?"
"You're not a robot as far as I'm concerned, use your imagination next time".
"Hmmm..."
"Hmmm is not a name."
"What?", "I didn't mean to..."
"What is not a name either, please don't use words as names."
"Oh yeah?", "how about no?"
"Sorry, no is not a name, plase be more serious next time".
"It's really getting to my nervers", "well, how about 'I'm talking to a stupid robot who is acting like a total jackass'?"
"Ha, ha, no".
"TD?"
"You already said that, are you related to goldfish?"
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny machine of hell. LET ME PASS NOW"
"Is it so hard to give yourself a name?"
"Yes", "whatever I say, it will be already taken"
"Hey, it's not my problem you aren't original."
"Ok, ok, prepare yourself machine of hell. This is going to be one hell of a name, your RAM will be blown away."
"Give me your best shot."
Well, what the machine didn't know was that I "was" running low on ideas (I didn't have good ideas to start with), I just didn't know if I should say my last resort...
"Larry Capija.", that will do, it's just too perfect.
"Hmmm?", this is not in my database, and I can't believe this hasn't been taken."
"So?, did I win or something?
"Correct, and I see what you did there too, you may now proceed to your new fantasyland."
"FINALLY", "wait, fantasyland?, the heck?". All doubts started to disappear at the moment after hearing the door being unlocked, he started to wonder what he will see, what he will experience, and everything he was going to do there. "Too bad I think I know how this is going to end, after reading all these fanfics...", as he started to open the door, his last thought was...
"HOW DO I KNOW WHAT A FANFIC WAS?!"