I was a curse. That’s what I’ve been told. Bringing misery and bad luck to all I have encountered.
My name is Kyle, and that's all i've been hearing for these past few years, This is what caused me to turn to the life I had now, a life where most down and out people turn to the one profession that could be done by nearly anyone - Thievery. I was completely sick and tired of absolutely everyone treating me like some sort of disease, casting me out of my school, home, and my old job... All because of my ridiculously horrendous luck.
Tonight was the night that I would show them all. That I am no curse. Tonight was when I and some of my partners had decided to pull off a robbery, to show them I wasn't a bad-luck curse.
Things had gone well, almost too well, I had snuck into the house and had just found the resident’s wallets and a strange suitcase I thought needed pilfering. I almost made it out of the house when I saw the red and blue flashes of police sirens heading towards me. After jumping a few fences and hiding out in a storm drain, I figured I would be fine, I snuck out and decided to go back to our hideout when the coast was clear. After narrowly avoiding the police and sneaking back to our hideout, I had a strange suspicion that something was about to go horribly wrong, and like the stubborn bastard I am, I ignored my instincts.
Once I entered the hideout, which was a conveniently an abandoned warehouse, I threw my ill-gotten gains onto the table and began to count my loot. After which one of my partners, Richard, walked up to me and said “Nice haul there Kyle.”
“Thanks Rich.” I replied. Thinking it strange that he had come up to me.
“Any trouble getting back here safely?” Richard asked, with a slight hint of concern in his voice.
“Somewhat, but mainly the usual, the cops, random douche-bags who do that whole ‘holier-than-thou’ routine, but other than that, not much went wrong.” I said.
I decided to leave the part about me almost getting caught and hiding out in a storm drain and the strange amount of black vans that had appeared because I didn’t want him to worry, he’s the kind of person who will refuse to go on a heist if there was the possibility that we’d get busted, BIG TIME.
In the following days after the heist I had seen my luck curse me and the few people that stuck by me. However, it wasn't all bad, as my best friend, Justin had returned from gathering information over in Brooklyn for the last few months, even though things were looking bad, i was somewhat glad to see my old friend back.
Soon after that heist, we had all decided to go for a much-needed walk, which ended up with all three of us nearly getting killed and finding out that we were on the country's most wanted list, which cut off our contact to the outside world and which forced us to start starving in the warehouse.
Turns out that the house we stole from, ended up belonging to one of the members of the presidential cabinet, and the suitcase I had stolen contained top-secret military blueprints for what seemed like a new type of missile. Which explained why so many police officers and black vans appeared seemingly out of nowhere that night.
Three days have passed since that heist, and I am starting to have some serious doubts about pulling a heist on a supermarket for some food.
“Guys… I don’t think we should do this anymore.” I had said somewhat weakly.
“Don’t do it? Are you out of your mind man? We are starving here, and this is our only way to survive in this shit-hole!” Another partner, Justin, spat at me.
I had known the guy since high-school and we had been best friends ever since we had both gotten kicked out due to my horrible luck putting us in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I know that! But we’re on the WANTED LIST, as far as ANY police are concerned, it’s SHOOT. ON. SIGHT.” I had replied with dead seriousness in my voice.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Justin and Richard finally agreed.
“Fine then, we won’t do this then.” They had both admitted.
“Good, I just… don’t want to see you guys dead alright?” I replied. “Just try and get some sleep tonight, maybe we’ll be off the wanted list tomorrow, eh?”
“Y-yeah, good night man.” Richard said as we all went to sleep hoping for a better tomorrow.
It wasn’t.
I wish the next morning hadn't come.
As I woke up I heard laughing coming from the first floor of the warehouse, as I walked down I saw Richard had hung himself with a note saying:
“I can’t take this anymore, living in fear of being caught, starving, scared of everything, thinking it might be a person that will take you away. Goodbye and I’ll see both you and justin in hell.”
I had dropped the note moments after reading it in pure shock.
“Shame he had to go eh?” A familiar voice said.
I turned to face the voice only to see the maniacal smile of my best friend, Justin.
“D-did you do this?!” I half-yell at him.
“This? Yep, he had asked me to do it, so I did.” Justin said chuckling. “And do you want to know WHY I did it?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I wanna know why you KILLED him?!” I yelled.
“Remember those few months I was gone ‘gathering information’ and I returned saying it wasn’t going to work out over in Brooklyn?” He asked.
I reply “Yeah, what about it?”
“I was over there in a POLICE ACADEMY, as in I’m an undercover cop.” He revealed.
I slowly started to back away saying “Y-you’re lying, we’re friends, and you wouldn’t betray me like that!”
As I hit the wall of the warehouse he started walking towards me laughing.
“Friends? HAH! Why in the hell would I be friends with a lowlife terrorist like you?”
As he got nearer he drew out a gun he had been hiding. “I have my orders, to keep shit like you off the streets and keep this city safe.”
I had closed my eyes and heard his footsteps stop, I had opened my eyes only to see him cocking his gun and pointing it at my face.
“Now then, why don’t you just DIE?!” He yelled.
Not a second later, he fired.
My body fell with a heavy thump!
In my last few moments, I heard him laughing as he walked away, Then as my view started to fade out I saw a small crimson pool form beside me, before the darkness enveloped me, I thought to myself:
…Why…?
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Strangely, a few minutes after I had gotten shot, my thought processes had returned.
My first thought was “Is this the afterlife…?”
A few minutes later, I was able to regain feeling in my limbs, I felt grass brush against my face and hands, which I found odd, as there wasn’t grass around where I had been shot.
“Hey… Are you ok?” A feminine voice said.
“Ngghhh…” I moaned weakly as I didn’t have enough strength to move or speak properly yet.
“C’mon, let’s go back to my house and we’ll fix you up” The voice said as I felt a strange appendage around my body and place me on top of what felt like a horse’s back.
While me and this mystery person were traveling I somehow mustered up the strength to open my eyes, and I saw a strange purple horse with a dark blue mane with a single purple streak through it, and what seemed like… a horn? After I saw that, I had blacked out.
A few hours later, I has started to regain some of my consciousness. I was able to feel that I was in a somewhat small bed.
“Hey, wake up.” I heard a familiar voice say.
“Ah think he’s still knocked out.” Another more southern accented voice said.
“I wonder if he’s ok.” A third, gentler voice asked.
“Well, he certainly is unconscious now isn’t he?” Another, refined voice had said.
“I have just one question, just what IS HE?” A sixth, more manic voice said.
“Nnngggghhhh….” I had started to open my eyes and saw six horses standing around the bed I was in.
“Oh look! He’s starting to wake up!” The lavender horse said.
“It’s about time” A horse with wings and a cyan coat said.
“…Uhhh ok, I HAVE to be dreaming or dead here.” I say out of pure idiocy.
“Why do you say that?” The purple horse with the horn said.
“Cause first of all, horses can’t talk” I said, seeming to have insulted one of them.
“Ponies, we’re ponies. Mares to be exact.” The purple hor- pony said.
“And secondly, hors- I mean ponies don’t have horns or wings!” I say as I point to the cyan and white furred ponies.
“Now just calm down, we’ll explain everything to you up to this point.” The purple pony said.
“How can I be calm when I don’t even know where the hell I am?!” I reply as I start to lose consciousness once again.
“Looks like he’s unconscious again.” The butter-color coated pony said, “He was kind of scaring me.”
While I was unconscious I had a strange dream, it was me being shot by one of my closest
friends, and as that dream ended, I thought to myself:
That… didn’t happen… did it?
Author's Note
Whew, finally i had the guts to upload this, First attempt at a fanfic, criticisms are welcomed and thanks for reading! ('
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As I slowly started to regain consciousness after that… nightmare, I noticed it has become night. Still curious about my new surroundings I cautiously started to explore the building in which I was staying. As I walked around the house-slash-library, I bumped into a small dog bed and noticed that there was a small lump in it moving up and down, does this… pony have a dog...? I had wondered. Lifting up the small sheet over it I saw something… scaly? I decided to leave this thing alone in fear of what it was.
Exploring a bit more, I found my way outside and noticed that the house I was in, was a somewhat large tree. That’s one impressive treehouse, wonder if the other peo- err.... Ponies live in treehouses like this? I had mused. Wandering the strange looking town, I saw a few ponies heading this way. Not wanting to draw attention to myself I hid myself in a nearby bush, Wow, a bush, how original of me. I thought. As the ponies walked by the bush I had noticed that the sun was nearly up. Sneaking out of the bush and out of the main concentration of homes in the town, I had found myself nearing a small cottage by the looks of it.
The cottage was a good sized one, the main thing I noticed were the amount of animal cages that lined it. As usual, I tended to stay away from the livestock animals, so I payed them no mind. Looking into one of the windows of the cottage I saw a small bed in the corner, with a lump going up and down, I figured the resident inside was still sleeping so I left the cottage be for now, wandering back to the library tree.
As I neared the library I noticed that the sun was still not fully up, so I took this opportunity to slip back inside so that no one would have a freak-out about a human running around in this world inhabited by ponies. As I slipped inside and closed the door, I heard a strange “Hoot” coming from behind me. Turning around I saw that it was a small, brown-feathered owl.
“Oh, you’re already up and walking?” A voice from behind me said.
“WAGH!!! DON’T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!” I had yelled, surprised at the fact that the lavender pony was awake.
“Sorry.” She said with a slight giggle. “So what are you doing up by now?”
“I just… wanted to see what was around here.” I said.
“So are you ready for an explanation without blacking out?” She said somewhat tauntingly.
"I think i'm okay this time." I reply.
“Alright.” She began, “My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I’m a unicorn. Where you are right now is a world called equestria, the town you are in is named ponyville.”
Ponyville… and a world called equestria… Looks like I really WAS in another world. I thought to myself.
As twilight continued to explain my situation, I slowly began to realize that I was completely stuck here, with no way to get back home.
“…And that’s how I found you.” She finished.
As Twilight finished explaining i found myself with far more questions than answers, there was one question that was plaguing my mind.
"How did i get here?" I had asked.
"..." Twilight looked at the ground with a saddened expression. "I don't know... I was walking over to Fluttershy's cottage when i saw you unconscious near the Everfree forest."
Once she finished explaining how she found me, we started to walk back to the tree that housed the library that twilight resided in.
Heh... I don't know why i'm here... but at least so far it's a better life than what i had back home... I thought.
"So, after that explanation, do I get to know your name?" Twilight asked as we were in front of the library.
"My name? oh yeah, it's Kyle." I introduce myself as I extend my hand.
"What are you doing?" Twilight asked.
Realizing my mistake i retract my hand and walk inside of the library and back upstairs to small little lump on the small bed i had found earlier.
"Hey Twilight?" i had called.
"Yeah Kyle?" she responded.
"What's this rising and falling lump up here?"
"Oh that's just spike, he'll wake up in a bit, for now just let him sleep ok?"
Spike huh? Seems like a dog's name... but why would a dog have scales...? I muse as I walk downstairs
"So, what exactly ARE you?" Twilight asks abruptly.
"What do you mean 'what am i?' I'm a human!" I reply with a note of irritation in my voice. Has this pony really never heard of or seen a human before?
"A human...? What's a human?" Twilight asked.
"You don't know what a human is?" I asked looking at her strangely.
"Nope." She replied.
"Well.. humans are..." I began, and after a lengthy explanation that made me look like a professor in science, she looked at me with a strange look i've never seen before. "This is..."
Oh great, she's gonna start freaking out, and not in a good way...
"...AMAZING!!!!" Twilight yells while grinning ear-to-ear.
"Amazing? why? I'm just a human." I say casually as i seat myself next to a table.
"No no no no, you don't understand, humans don't exist in this world!" She exclaimed.
"Wait... WHAT?!" I yelled.
"Yeah, you're the first human to ever set foot in equestria! This amazing! I have to inform princess celestia!" She said as she darted off.
A few minutes later i was still in a state of somewhat-shock as twilight came in with a piece of paper and a... quill pen? Wait a minute... was she... LEVITATING THEM?!
"H-how are you d-doing that?" I stutter, slowly pointing at the levitating quill pen and paper.
"Doing what? Oh, levitating the parchment and the pen?" She asked.
I slowly nodded my head, trying to wrap my head around how she was doing this.
"It's done with magic, don't you have magic in the world you came from?" She asks.
"N-no, we don't, it's kinda... nonexistent back in my world." I reply with a slight note of depression.
"A world without magic? Seems kind of... gloomy..." Twilight says.
"Yeah, but hey, what can you do right?" I say, raising my shoulders slightly.
"So, do you mind if i ask you a few questions about your world?" She asks, her eyes full of anticipation.
"Sure, i don't mind, ask away." I say with a slight smile.
"Perfect! Now the first question i have is..." She begins to berate me with questions over the next few hours.
By the time she finished, it was already night outside, had we spent the entire day talking?
I looked to Twilight to see if she was done asking me questions and she started yawning.
"Getting tired?" I asked.
"Mhm, i think i'm going to go to bed, the bed upstairs that you were sleeping in, you can use while you're staying here ok?" She says while walking up to her own bed.
"Alright, i'm gonna go up in just a second." i say while walking to the bathroom.
After relieving myself, i decided to head to sleep, exhausted by the massive amount of questions that were thrown at me in the previous hours.
"Night Twilight." I say while climbing into the bed that was provided for me.
"Good night Kyle, I'll see you in the morning." She says, yawning and drifting off into sleep.
As i feel myself starting drifting off, i think:
Maybe this world isn't so bad...
That night, that nightmare returned.
