Evan walked into the town. It was full of ponies hurrying to places unknown, and ponies just standing around and chatting.

What madhouse have I walked into?

Evan then realized a few ponies noticed him walk in. They started to stare at him with wide eyes, curiosity filling their pupils.

Erm, am I doing something wrong?

Evan slowed down to a slow walk, as the number of ponies that noticed him was increasing. Soon enough, it seemed like every single pony there was staring at Evan. Each one with a different eye color, making it seem like a rainbow of eyes glaring at Evan.

Evan also noticed that the casual chatter soon died down, making a resounding silence. If a pin dropped at this moment, it would startle everyone.

Pinkie didn’t miss a beat.

“HELLOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYPONY!” Pinkie hollered into the silence.

Wait. Did she say what I think she said?

“Meeeeeett my new friend…erm…what was your name again?” Pinkie Pie questioned.

Evan was still looking into all the eyes of the ponies staring at him.

“Hmm, what? Oh, it’s Evan.” Evan answered.

“Meeeeeeet my new friend, EVAN!” Pinkie Pie shouted into the audience of watching ponies.

The ponies didn’t flinch, or even change where they were staring. They kept staring right at Evan.

“Oh yea, he’s apparently a ..”huuumon”,” added Pinkie.

“It’s pronounced ‘human’” Evan corrected.

“Humon, human, humus. Same thing,” replied Pinkie.

Eh, close enough.

“So..umm..hi I guess?” said Evan to the still staring seemingly soulless ponies.

This is getting creepier by the second. I have no idea what I am doing wrong.

There was a very long awkward silence for a long time, until finally, Pinkie also noticed this, and decided to keep on walking. Obviously, she thought it wasn’t concerning Evan and Pinkie.

Whatever. Might as well just follow Pinkie, and ignore these weirdoes.

Evan followed Pinkie Pie, while the ponies kept their eyes locked onto Evan, like a moving target. Evan was pretty sure they would shoot heat seeking missiles any second. This made Evan ump up his walking speed, and follow Pinkie bouncing away.

…

Holy shit. We’ve been walking forever, and I’m really tired of all these ponies staring at me as if I’m the weirdest thing in the world. Wait a second.

Evan stopped in his tracks, and thought about it.

If I find them very weird, then vice versa, they probably think I’m really weird as well. I guess that makes sense, but no need to make such a big deal about it.

As Evan was pondering his thoughts, he noticed one pony in particular staring at him more intently than the other ponies. It looked like it was ready to pounce on him, and do something to him.

Oh shit, I’ve really got to get out of creepy town.

Evan was just starting to go away, when the aqua (he thought) colored pony suddenly started to head at full speed towards Evan.

HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT PONY DOING?

Evan moved into a full out sprint, and with all of his adrenaline pumping through him, he seemed to outlast and run faster than the creepy pony, who gave up, and walked away.

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE FUCKING PONIES?

Evan found Pinkie, who seemed to be minding her own business, bouncing towards wherever she was going. She also seemed like she was talking to herself. Maybe even arguing.

“Hey Pinkie. When are we getting to wherever you are taking me?” asked Evan.

“Oh sorry, I was debating whether oatmeal would be good with orange juice. Or maybe any juice. Maybe it would be good wi-“ Evan then had no choice but to interrupt her before she lost the topic.

“Yea, that’s great. So, like I said, where are we going, and how much longer?” questioned Evan, once again.

“Well, we are going to where I live to get you situated, and for when we are getting there – we are heeereeeee!” Pinkie Pie replied in a sing-song voice.

Evan looked up from Pinkie Pie, and noticed that they were in front of a remake of a house made of sweets from what seemed like Hansel and Gretel.

“You aren’t going to get me fat and then cook me, right?” worried Evan.

“Umm, what?” Pinkie asked.

“Nothing,” quickly replied Evan.

Pinkie Pie lead Evan inside, and Evan took survey of the interior of the house.

From what Evan could determine, it seemed like a café style place, with tables and chairs around. At the end of the room, there was a counter made of glass, displaying cakes, cupcakes, and sweets with their pri..

What the hell type of currency is that? “Bits”? That seems like an odd name for a type of currency. Oh shit.

Evan then realized he had no money on him.

Shit shit shit! How am I supposed to live here when I have no money in the first place? Wait a second. How long AM I going to stay here? Will I be stuck here forever? Or will I be able to find a way out. Oh god, I really hope Midnight, or whatever finds a way to get me out. Living with rainbow colored ponies is NOT on my bucket list.

Evan continued to observe his surroundings while thinking about how he was going to get out of this hell.
Pinkie Pie walked towards the counter, and then went right behind it. Evan followed suit, and walked past the counter, and then through a door. Then, there were stairs.

Legs, don’t fail me now!

Evan moved towards the stairs, and picked up his already tired legs, and slowly made his way up the horrid invention. Pinkie Pie made it up in no time, and Evan was literally panting when he appeared at the top of the stairs.

“So..huff…are we going…puff…to your room or something?” asked a breathless Evan.

“Yes-a-rooni! I have a bunk bed for some odd reason, and I can use it with you! We could be roommates! Or maybe bunkmates! Or, maybe inter-species bunkroomiemates!” Pinkie rambled.

“Ha..huff…ha. Yea. Ok, which one will be mine?” asked Evan.

“Oh, I hate sleeping on the top bunk, so you’ll be staying there!” responded Pinkie.

“Oh god. More stairs I have to climb?” complained Evan.

“Hurry if you want to get in bed! I’m sorry, but there isn’t house cleaning in casa de Pinkie, so be prepared to make your own bed!” announced Pinkie.

“Yea yea, I got it,” replied Evan, who proceeded to hop into the bed.

Oh god this is so comfy. I could just lie here all day, and sleep away my problems. How easy th – No. I will not do that. I will be determined to find my way back, one way or another.

Evan shook his head while the song started to repeat in his head. Evan then realized it was getting pretty late anyways, and he was a bit hungry.

“Hey Pinkie, do you have any food or something I could have? I worked away all my calories from walking, and now my stomach is empty,” questioned an unsure Evan. Pinkie was already doing a lot by allowing him to stay at her place, and bring him into the town. He really didn’t want to ask any more from her, but there was NO way Evan could do without food. He was a man, and a man has to eat.

“Well, we sort of live in a food shop silly! I’ll just go down and snatch some food for you zippity quick!” concluded Pinkie, who bounced back downstairs to prepare some food for Evan.

Man, Pinkie is real nice. I hope I’ll be able to make up for her, and pay. Then again, she is probably too nice to accept. Maybe I could just buy food from here from now on, and make that as a way for repayment? That reminds me – I need to find a job. Now, who’ll hire an alien? Hmm, maybe that’ll be a problem. Oh god, I hate job-searching.

Evan heard clattering of pans and such, while Pinkie tried to make some type of food for Evan.

Man, what is she making that requires so much effort? I really hope she isn’t making like a three-course meal for a 5 star restaurant. That would be way too much, even if my stomach is asking for it. How do ponies grab things anyways? Can they somehow curl their arms around things or something? Or is everything magnetic, and it just attaches to their hands? Wait, it wouldn’t be hands. Hooves? Yea, probably something like that..

Suddenly, the noise stopped coming from the kitchen, and then a clopping sound was heard coming from the wooden stairs. Evan’s stomach growled for the oncoming food, wanting to fill himself up.

Evan waited greedily on his bed, staring towards the open doorway, waiting for food. Oh how much he loved food and all of its yumminess.

I wonder what she made for me? I hope it tastes good!

And then Pinkie Pie appeared at the door. She was holding a plate on her…back. And on the plate was – a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Oh well, I guess you can’t beat the classics.

Evan jumped down from the bed, and grabbed the plate from Pinkie Pie’s back.

“Thanks Pinkie! This is nice and all, but why were there tons of pots and pans hitting each other and making a lot of noise?” asked Evan.

“Oh yea. When I was trotting down, I slipped on some water, and flew into an open cupboard full of pots and pans. They fell everywhere, and forcing me to pick them up. Well, it seems that there was water on the ground as well! The pots became slippery, and they kept falling down, not going where they should. It was hard to pick everything up, but once I did, I grabbed a sandwich out of the fridge, and put it on the counter. I got a rag, dried the water up, and then proceeded to grab a plate. I put the sandwich on the plate, and then I went back to the stairs, and poof! here I am!” Pinkie said, finishing her story.

“Well, that’s quite a story. Sorry for making you go through all this trouble,” Evan said.

“Oh, it isn’t your fault! It’s just the water’s fault for being so slippery! Why oh why does water have to be slippery? So aggravating!” rambled Pinkie Pie.

“Well, thanks again for the sandwich!” concluded Evan.

“No problem-o!” answered Pinkie.

Evan and Pinkie both climbed into their respective beds. Evan still didn’t like the idea of having to climb and work to get to his bed, but the comfort of the bed made the ache go away.

I really shouldn’t be sleeping with my clothes on, but I usually sleep like that anyway. Might be a bit weird to sleep in my garments in front of a lady (even if it is of another species). Then again, they are all naked.

Once Evan realized this, it became a bit awkward.

Well, glad to be thinking about that. Anyways, I’m really appreciative of what Pinkie did for me. I mean, she took me in, even if she didn’t know what I was. She became my friend, she gave me a home, and she fed me. She really is a true friend. I haven’t thanked her either. I should probably do that.

“Hey Pinkie. You awake?” Evan asked.

“Yea,” Pinkie simply replied.

“Thank you. For everything I mean,” Evan told Pinkie.

“You’re welcome, but you don’t have to thank me! That’s what friends do!” Pinkie said.

“No, but you didn’t even know what I was, and you immediately became my friend, gave me a home, and gave me food when I didn’t have it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

“Aww, you don’t have to do that! When new ponies come into town, I become their first friend, get them to know their way around town, help them find a job and a home, and so on. It’s just what I do! You were no different – it doesn’t matter what you are. In the end, you still have a heart..I think.. and probably need the same things ponies need! So I became your friend and helped you out. Maybe tomorrow I can help you in job-hunting, and then you can start bringing in an income!”

“That would be very nice Pinkie. Thank you very much.”

“Oh! I almost forgot! We have to also see Twilight about how you got here, and how to get you home! Of course, I’ll miss you, but then again, we need to get you back to your rightful home!”

Oh, so that was her name. It was the title of the worst series ever written. How could I forget that?

“Thanks once again. You truly are a very good friend,” said Evan.

“Welp, gooooooood night!” finished Pinkie.

“Yea, good night.”

Maybe I might really like it here. But right now, I’m beat. Time to get some shut-eye.

With that said, Evan soon fell asleep.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading once again! Also, I was wondering - maybe later on in the series, Mike might fall into the portal or something? I would like your thoughts on having two people (one brony, one not) in Equestria. Let me know in the comments if you would like that! It would provide many more options!