Up Till Now

     Brandon looked in awe towards Jones, and when he was finally able to speak, his voice was strained and raspy. "How did you do that?" Jones didn't answer him and instead pulled a body length mirror up to Brandon. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was completely navy blue with dark brown hair. But this hairstyle had a light blue- almost cyan- streak running down the left side. He looked to his face and saw that he had his same sea green eyes but he noticed something... off. He saw that there was a dark blue horn extruding from his head. He was appalled and his voice came out in cracks. "Jones, what is going on here?" Instead of answering Brandon's direct question, Jones spoke, almost in monotone.

"Walk on four legs."

"What?"

"You heard me. Walk. On. Four. Legs." Jones said calmly. He then shouted. "I can't levitate you around everywhere so you might as well learn to walk!" Jones had finally snapped at Brandon. Obviously irritated at him.

"But Jones I-"

"Walk, Brandon."

"Fine." Brandon said harshly as he stood on four legs and took a few steps forward. "Hey, I'm getting the hang of it!"

Just then a new voice-no- not a new voice. The pegasus from before, Fluttershy, spoke. It sounded as if she was scolding someone. "You should know better!" She said as she walked into the den. She then looked straight at Jones and Brandon and just stared at them.

     Brandon looked to Jones and mumbled, just quietly enough for him to hear, "The hell do we do?"

"I don't know." Jones responded at the same volume.

     After about a minute of this stare off, Fluttershy ran up the stairs of the house. Then Brandon and Jones both fell asleep and hit the floor at the same time

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     Brandon woke with a start. Among his first thoughts were: Ow, my head. and Why am I not on the floor? He knew he wasn't on the floor anymore because there was a blanket on him. "Jones?" He called. Quite pitifully because his mouth was so dry. "Jones!"

     The pale unicorn came into the room rather sluggishly. "Brandon? What happened?" He asked. Not in much better shape than Brandon.

"I could ask you the same thing." Brandon sat up, looked at Jones, and, quite solemnly, asked. "What time is it."

"I don't know. Check that bag that was on your back last night. See if there's a clock or something in there."

At this point Brandon was confused. Bag?

Just then, Jones collapsed on the ground. "Ow! Stop thinking so much, dumbass!" He yelled... well... rasped.

     Brandon got up and off the couch, making sure to get on all four legs this time, and looked around. And, sure enough, there was a bag that much resembled a satchel on an inn-table next to the couch he was sleeping on. "Well what do ya know" He said opening the bag and rummaging through its contents. His iPhone and earbuds, his sunglasses, and his handgun with three magazines. "Jones... Let's go." Brandon said as he started sprinting towards the door before Jones stopped him.

"Hey, Mister 'I gotta know the time', check your phone's clock."

"Oh. Heh, right.'

     Brandon felt around with his hoof and found his phone. As he felt it he wondered how he was going to get it out of the bag. He decided to try the simplest action known to anyone and tried to grab it in his fingers. Surprisingly, it worked and he grabbed the phone with his navy blue hoof. "Talk about muscle memory." He gently held down the button on the top left of his phone until the florescent white Apple logo appeared and was quickly replaced by his screensaver,  He looked up at the time and read the display quickly. It read 12:42 AM. "Damn, Jones. What time did we fall asleep last night?" Brandon asked

Jones replied after having a serious moment of thinking."Well, if I were to guess I'd say around twelve-thirty. But, it depends on what time you...well...we died"

Brandon was confused "We?"

"Yes, Brandon. We. I've been with you since as long as you can remember."

"Ok. Let's just get out of here. I don't want anything else weird to happen."

     What he didn't know was that the day was about to get much, much weirder.

//15.5 Minutes later//

     "Uh, Jones, I think we may be lost." Brandon stated while walking through the underbrush.