He opened his eyes, a tinge of green in his iris. He looked around, finding himself in a room filled with pony dolls and a toy box situated across the small room. He looked around, turning his head to see posters of a white-bodied, rainbow color maned pony with tall features... a horn... wings. He lifted his hoofs up and stared at them. He moved the hoof around feeling the bends and the feel of it, it felt new to him. He looked down and noticed he was in a bed that had the coloration of blue and pink for a filly, but still big enough to fit him. He felt the covers tight against his body. He began to touch himself first on the face to feel what he looked like. He noticed he was dark-grey in color when he looked at his hoof once more.
The Grey Pony pulled down his hoofs to notice that a certain somepony was watching him from the door. He was startled, but, not overwhelmed by its presence, for he did know how to react. He noticed that it was a she and that she was mostly pink from head to toe, even her mane was pink. Her hair and tail flowed down to the ground as if gravity was pulling on it strongly. He noticed that the Pink Mare was smiling, yet, it looked much more like she was forcing it. She continued to smile at him so the Grey Pony would only watch back in anticipation. The Pink Mare stopped smiling and shifted her eyes frantically while biting her lip trying to look away from his stare.
"Hi!" said the Pink Mare nervously. Her expression shifted to joy and slight nervousness with a happy smile that would lighten a sad foal's heart.
He didn't know what to say so he just stayed there in his bed. the Pink Mare walked up to The Grey Pony and gave out her hoof. Apprehensive, he instead just watched the hoof intently from the safety of his girly bed covers.
"Come on. I wanna show you something." said the Pink Mare.
He looked at the Pink Mare, stretched out his hoof, but held it aback a bit in fear, however seeing the mare’s reassuring face filled with legitimacy ignited a sort of instinctive trust. He grasped her hoof and she pulled him out of the bed, the covers went flying off on top of one of the raggedy pony dolls. The Pink Mare turned around and awkwardly walked outside with the Grey Pony. They found themselves on a wooden platform protruding from floating room in the pitch-black expanse. The Grey Pony was surprised to find a completely black expanse from every direction that was endless. The door behind him closed, causing him to look back and see the little room twist like taffy, it turned so small it could not be seen from the pony’s eyes.
He turned away from the direction to see what the Pink Mare was looking at. It seemed that out of the black expanse there was a row of black cubes floating aimlessly through the dimension. The Grey Pony watched in awe as the cubes faded out of darkness appearing perceivable with white edges only for a short time. He noticed that the Pink Mare was looking at something and walked beside her to find what seemed to be a stray brown door floating in the dark. Unexpectedly, the Pink Mare jumped out of the wooden platform into the abyss. The Grey Pony followed where she jumped to find her completely gone, unseeable under all that black.
He shook his head searching for the Pink Mare in hope that she would be fine. Out of the black a figure was moving really fast towards his direction. Out came the Pink Mare on top of a black cube, it made him fall on his back from surprise. The Pink Mare outstretched her hoof to the fallen stallion before her, motioning him to climb aboard. The Grey Pony picked himself up, the wooden floor rough to the touch. He grabbed on to the Pink Mare's hoof and she pulled him on to the cube. The cube was cold to the touch like ice, he awkwardly stepped into the cramped cube. The Pink Mare turned away from her friend and the cube began to move on its own.
The two on the small black cube floated up to the brown door to notice a white light shimmering above them, it seemed to be a star of some sort. The Pink Mare grasped the knob on the brown door and began to turn it. To her dismay, the knob was held tight by a strong lock that she could not bypass. She frowned from the revelation and suddenly noticed a message on the door appearing in bold red letters.
WHAT IS ABOVE IS THE KEY
WHAT IS BELOW IS THE WAY
The Pink Mare stared at the message trying to decipher what it meant, then, she had a revelation. The cube moved upwards to the star above while the Grey Pony grasped the Pink Mare tightly for stability on the cube. She arrived at the bright star strangely unaffected their eyes or burning their bodies. It was also not as far as it looked like and it only took a few feet to get near it. She went through the white star, its white energy radiating from all sides of the spectrum. She continued to get closer and closer until she finally went into the heart of the star.
She looked upon its white core and peered deep inside to see before her a floating key. She moved the cube closer to the key even though the gravitational pressure was pretty strong. She outstretched her hoof, Grey Pony holding tight to her legs, her face contorting to the gravity of the star. She pushed forward, with her mouth being held back by gravity. She grabbed the key with all her might and the star and its gravity dissipated into nothing. All the two could see again was black nothingness. The Grey Pony stirred back to grasp the Pink Mare's torso once again. The cube moved once more back to the brown door floating aimlessly in space. She looked upon the door not noticing any keyholes to put the white key inside.
The Key took off from her hand, the two watched the key intently in surprise. As it went and evaporated into the door causing it to ripple like water.
A resounding click could be heard from the door itself and it opened by itself showing a green landscape with blue skies and a familiar air. The Pink Mare smelled the new oxygen and felt like she was home again. She jumped into the door with the Grey Pony still clinging to her only letting go of her to see the lush landscape of greens and trees with what seemed to be... apples?
The Grey Pony turned to her and nervously said, "What is this place?"
"Home!" said The Pink Mare. Her happiness growing from absolute joy. She ran off towards the apple trees looking at their rosy apples and strong branches dancing around the colorful world around her. He could only watch and follow her albeit with a more reserved reaction. The two continued to walk together until they found themselves at a farm. The Farm was rustic in design and it looked like it hasn't been kept up for quite some time. The windows were broken, some of the picked apples were rotting, and the whole place was just a rusty mess. The Pink Mare knocked on the door in hopes of seeing an old friend.
She waited and no pony came to greet her. It made her feel all alone and depressed. It just made everything miserable, and horrible depression began to swarm her mind. She sat looking down at the wooden floor of the Apple Home in sadness. The Grey Pony was busy just looking around the area not paying attention to her. He noticed a mass of black clouds coming over the landscape looking quite ominous and throwing lightning around.
"Uh, What is that?" said the Grey Pony. His legs shivering from fear of something unknown.
The Pink Mare looked back up to notice the dark cloud coming above them. She tried to open the door in fear and it opened quite easily. She motioned him to quickly come inside and he ran as fast as his legs could take him. They entered the apple complex to notice the black cloud moving close above them.
They watched intently from the safety of the apple window to notice The Dark Cloud shooting lightning at the apple trees completely destroying them. The Apple Tree's were torn apart, wood piece by wood piece were burnt to a mulch. The two continued to watch as the black cloud was destroying everything and blowing up part of the house aswell, notably the exterior. They watched it out until The Dark Cloud flew off in to the distance. After it left, The Pink Mare began to sob and huddle in the corner in fetal position. The Grey Pony tired off all this unusuality wanted some answers.
"What was that!?" said The Grey Pony.
"Uh... I don't know!" said the Pink Mare. Her body shaking in terrified fear. "I don't know anything!"
"What do you mean you don't know anything? What is going on? Why was I in that bed? What is all this? Answer me!" questioned the Grey Pony.
The Pink Mare would only repeat "I don't know" to herself until it was a whimper.
"Fine! Where can I find a pony to answer for all this?" said the Grey Pony.
"You can't! W-w-we’re the only ones left..." said the Pink Mare.
"What do you mean we’re the only ones left?"
"W-w-we have to go on a quest.."
"Nothing youre saying makes any sense!"
"I'm sorry it's just so hard, I can't handle it!"
The Grey Pony noticed how much pain she was in, she could barely speak of how bad it must have been for her. He walked up to her and held her against his body, she gladly hugged his torso even though it was awkward to walk on two hoofs.
The two hugged out the pain for a bit until she finally let go and went back on four hoofs. She went and looked outside, happy memories of flying high with her friends in a blimp made her feel much better. She turned around with confidence in her eyes ready for what must be done.
"So what now?" said the Grey Pony. His eyes curiously studying her unusual and unknowable friend.
"We must find the next door and I have an idea of where to go next."
"Where must we go?" said The Grey Pony.
"To Ponyville."
