It was a nice day in Ponyville. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the little foals were out to play with their parents. Twilight Sparkle was busy researching on an ancient spell, and was being helped by Pinkie Pie. Applejack was out bucking trees, and Rarity was trying to make a grumpy-looking Rainbow Dash look fashionable, with a little help from Fluttershy. All was well. And then, out of the sky, like a lightning, a flash hit the earth, causing everypony to flip over and everything to fling out of place.
"Gosh! What in the name of Celestia was that?", said Twilight.
Pinkie had an excited look on her face. Applejack was hiding behind a tree. Rarity and Fluttershy had fainted behind a curious Rainbow Dash. The mane six reunited in the town plaza, and decided to go and figure out what had broken the tranquility of their day. The area where the flash hit was completely burnt, and smoke covered the land.
"Hello?" said Pinkie.
"Is anypony there?" said Twilight.
Fluttershy was still unconscious on RD's back. Rarity tried not to cry. Suddenly, a leg came out of the mist. Then another, and finally, a great figure came walking at their presence. He was tall, had green, flashing eyes, a red-dyed and messy hair, a leather jacket with spikes on the ends of the sleeves. Under that he had a black shirt and a white tie. He wore ripped jeans and black, leather boots. He grinned widely, giving a cocky look to the group.
"Um, if it's okay with you, may I ask what kind of animal are you?", asked a finally conscious Fluttershy.
"Why you look at that, talking, colorful ponies! Guess I hit the jackpot!", responded the stranger.
"Hay, listen! You answer to Fluttershy, or I will personally tear you apart!", shouted an angry Rainbow Dash.
"Aww... Isn't that adorable! She's standing up for her friend! Whatever... I'm a human. The name's Jimmy, don't wear it out."
He took a breath, massaged his back, and then said: "I'll explain everything later. Now, who are you and where the fuck am I?"
"Such a vulgar language! I'm astonished!", exclaimed Rarity.
"We are ponies, and you are in the land of Equestria. Question is, how are you here? Humans don't belong in this dimension."
, said Twilight.
"Let's make a deal. You find me a place to stay, and I'll tell you all about me."
"YAY! A NEW FRIEND!", shouted Pinkie. "He also has a funny looking stick! What does it do? What? What?"
"How the fuck did you get my guitar? Touch it again and I'll murder you!", shouted Jimmy furiously, ripping the instrument away from the hyperactive pony.
"Don't worry 'bout that. She's always doing strange magic and taking objects from Celestia knows where.", said AJ, shaking off a bit of her fear.
"I think he's a taaaad tired.", whispered Pinkie in Twi's ear.
After that encounter, Jimmy was brought to the Library, were he got a bed and some food.
"Now, start speaking!", demanded Twilight.
"Pfft, 'kay. So, I'm a musician, I play in a rock band."
"What the hay is a rock band?"
"Wait, what? You don't know what a rock band is?", questioned Jimmy.
"Uh, is it like a mine where you sing?"
"Oh Jesus, seriously you don't know what rock is?"
While saying that, he grabbed his guitar.
"Let me give you a little demonstration...
"
That sound, so intense, you could feel the passion inside it. The fingers, they moved so quickly, you almost couldn't see them.
Twilight was astonished. Never had she seen or heard such music. Never, neither from Octavia nor from Vinyl.
"That was... different. That wasn't music, that was... I don't even know what that was."
"Yeah, typical first-timer... But now, let me explain why I'm here. This isn't a normal guitar, this is special. It can happen that sometimes, when you play certain special songs, called solos, like the one I played before, magic events take place. That one was neutral, so nothing happened. But if I play the right solo, I can shoot flames, ice, lightning, create trees, make earthquakes and yes, open dimensional portals."
"So that's how you got here. But, why did you get here, in this particular dimension?".Twilight was amused. She had so many questions, and she wanted to hear that sound forever.
Jimmy placed his guitar carefully on the floor, settled himself on the bed, took a cigarette out of his pocket and started smoking. He had a tired look in his eye. He started remembering his story, his sad story. The little boy who nobody liked. Neither his parents nor his schoolmates. The drugs, the alcohol, the cigarettes, the whores, the tears, the band, the girl, the guitar.
"My story. You seem happy, I don't want to make you sad with it. Everything seems so perfect in this world, I don't belong here. I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow.", he concluded.
Twilight had a mixture of feelings in that moment. She was angry, because she wanted to learn more, but she was also surprised by that bittersweet response, so different from his initial approach with her and her friends. He did have a heart, but it was filled with lead, it made it so heavy to carry around. She felt compassion for that poor young man, she felt sad, anguished, puzzled and happy at the same time. But it was late. Being that she was also pretty tired, she tucked herself in bed, with a scientifically unexplainable collage of emotions.
Author's Note
So, this is my first actual work, so tell me what you think and I'll decide wether to go on or not. For the videos, imagine just the sound and not the actual video.
The next day, Jimmy got up as usual, found a coffee machine, made himself coffee, and went out for a walk. He wanted to find out more about that mysterious place he had been catapulted in. He found out that the city worked kind of like in our world. There was a school, a market, some parks, a hospital and much more. He then went back to the library, only to find out that Twilight had woken up and had been making breakfast for herself and her pet dragon, Spike.
"Hello there! Good morning! Where have you been?", asked Twilight.
"Whatever... I've been cruising your town for a while...", responded a bored Jimmy.
"Uh, yes, I was wondering... since you just came here and you're a stranger..."
"You want to hear my story, don't you?"
"Well, not exactly, it's more of a..."
"Ok."
He took a long breath and then started smoking. It helped him remember.
"Dad! Dad! Look at my gift!"
A family lived in a house in Manhattan. There was a mother, blonde, with flashing green eyes. A father, with brown, perfectly combed hair. At their feet, a little boy, with his mother's eyes, and his father's brown hair. He was smiling, and holding up a paper crafted gift for father's day. Beside him, a little, almost tiny girl, with intense black eyes. She didn't smile.
"Daddy! Don't pay attention to him! Look at my gift!", squeed the girl. The big man pushed him aside, almost throwing him in a corner.
"Of course, my little princess! It's beautiful, isn't it, James?", exclaimed the father.
Jimmy just sat, with tears filling his eyes. He nodded. His mother noticed his sadness, but didn't care. After all, he was just an untalented piece of trash, not worthy of any notice. Not worthy. She tossed the boy's gift in the flames of the fireplace, making it produce smoke. That was the first time he smelled smoke.
Jimmy had a bourgeois family, a father with a stable job, a housewife mom, a nice home in a good part of town. The only problem the family had was him. His parents always wanted a girl, and when he came around, they weren't that happy. Being catholic, they couldn't leave him in the streets. So they kept him in a little, anguish-inducing room, giving him just a bit of water with some bread. He always was treated like a plague, a tumor in a once perfect body. Then his sister was born, and things started to get even more downhill. They taught her that he wasn't normal, that he could have been bullied for any reason. He wasn't even human to their eyes. But Jimmy had always loved them, until that moment, when all his feelings were shattered. He wouldn't have ever spoken to them again. The day after the event, he left his house. He started roaming the U.S., with no hopes and no dreams. He never felt love until he was 18. But we will get to that later.
