The True Sequel

“Philip!” a distant voice shouted to the ears of a young man lying in his bed. “Philip!” it called again only making him turn over in his sleep and mutter something.

“PHILIP GET UP!” The voice shouted again this time right next to his head making him jolt away. Wide eyed he looked up at his mother who simply smiled sweetly down at him. “It's time to get up” She said, attempting to stifle her giggling from her son's reaction.

“Okay mom” The seventeen year old said wide eyed. Waiting for her to walk out of his room, he rubbed his eyes as soon as the woman was out of sight. Reaching over, he grabbing the water bottle from his nightstand, unscrewed the cap and took a few gulps before getting up. Looking down at the small clothes pile on his small desk, he grabbed a gray T-shirt and the pair of jeans that he had been wearing for the past few days. Thinking nothing of it, he tightened the belt to make up for the weight he had lost in the summer military camp his father had decided to send him to.

Having been only a couple of weeks after he had gotten out, or been 'discharged' as they called it, his hair had yet to grow back out to the preferred length, but he ignored the cold feeling on his head. Walking to the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror, shooting a disgusted look at himself before doing his business.

After the normal morning ritual of brushing his teeth and going to the facilities, he walked into the living room to find his father sitting in his normal chair in front of the computer looking at the online news. “Tuck in your shirt Phil” Phil's father said in a monotone without looking away from the computer. Looking down Phil let out a sigh realizing that his father had been correct, as always, and he had forgotten to tuck in his shirt. After going through the tiresome act of tucking it in, the boy's father turned away from his computer and looked at his son. “See? Now you look like a gentleman, and a gentleman always keeps his shirt tucked in.”

“Oh Jason, leave the boy alone and let him eat” Phil's mother said in mock annoyance as she walked to the table with four plates. After putting them in their respective places, she walked past her son back down the hall to her eldest son's room.

“Give it up Barbara, that boy won't get up for anything in the morning” Phil's father said, relighting his pipe and taking a couple of puffs off before shaking the match out.

“Just like you used to be?” She asked before knocking on the door “Mel! Mel get up it's time to eat!” After a couple more attempts, she let out a defeated sigh and walked back into the kitchen to find her husband and youngest already eating.

“Mmm! These pancakes are great Mom!” Phil said with a smile up at his mother. The woman returned the smile before taking a napkin and wiping the syrup off her son's chin. “You need to start eating your food instead of trying to inhale it honey. You'll get a stomach ache like that.” Phil's Mother looked up at her husband before her smile widened, “Well at least you come by it honestly”

Phil's father had syrup, pancakes, and a small amount of coffee in his beard dripping down onto his plate. “What?” he said looking up at his wife who only rolled her eyes before sitting down and starting on her own breakfast.

A couple of minutes after the family had finished eating and put the dishes in the sink Mephistopheles, Phil's older brother stepped out of his room in his underwear and a tank top. His bony hips barely keeping his underwear up, he walked into the dining room to his seat and started eating the now lukewarm pancakes and eggs his mother had prepared for him.

Phil chuckled to himself as he passed the dining room on his way to the living room to check on the chores for today. Phil was an odd young man. Constantly getting into others business, most of the time unintentionally, and greeting random strangers, but quite often he would go through a phase of depression, due to his lack of meaningful friendships. His parents never seemed to notice as he would stay in his room most of the time anyways.

Today was different though, he felt more like sitting in front of the television and playing a bit of video games, which didn't happen often as he was not very good at the console the family owned. As he turned on the TV though, the bright colors of the cartoons grabbed his attention before he could turn on the system. 'Stupid little kid's shows' he though as he saw some kind of dragon talking to the screen. Flipping the television over to the correct channel, he popped one of his more favored games, albeit one of the harder ones, into the console and started it up.

A couple hours later he threw his controller down in disgust as his character died and turned to ash as normal.

“You're not very good at that game are you?” Phil heard Mel's voice next to him and jumped.

“Shut up Mel, well that doesn't mean I don't like the game.” Phil said defiantly turning off the console and replacing the disk in it's case.

“Fair enough” His brother said with a smirk, before walking back to his room.

Without reason for staying in the living room, Phil followed his brother down the hall making a right into his room as  his brother closed the door to his own room. Hearing the knob turn and the door latch behind him he let out a sigh and walked to his computer which rested at the foot of his bed on a small table. Poking the switch for power with his sneaker Phil sat down on his bed and waited for his computer to load.

After a few seconds the monitor turned on with the normal Windows logo before a small pop came from the cabinet of his computer and the monitor switched off. With a disgruntled sigh, Phil slid off his bed and kneeled next to it and opened up the side of the cabinet. Before he touched any of the wiring he turned off the power to the computer hopefully to lessen the damage. Thinking of his father's technical ability with computers Phil was tempted to go out and ask his father for help, but though that his dad might scorn him for mucking up his computer so soon after they bought it.

Looking around inside the cabinet for a while, Phil couldn't seem to find what the problem was and was about to go ask his dad for help, but the monitor flickered to life before he could get up. Raising an eyebrow Phil looked at the back of the computer to find the switch still in the off position for the power input. Fiddling with it for a moment, he guessed that the switch had fried making the computer shut down. Sitting back in front of the screen he moved the mouse around to find it working properly. A small light appeared at the bottom of the screen though, showing that his skype had logged on and he had a new message. Assuming it was one of the people he talked to over the internet, Phil opened the window to find an almost completely blank chat box.

Down at the bottom right above the message box, he noticed a message from a person with the words unknown user as their name. The message was a normal greeting, Hello! How are you doing this beautiful day? Phil read to himself. “Well, not too bad I suppose. How about yourself?” He replied cautiously. 'Who the heck is this person?' he wondered to himself.

After a couple of minutes of talking to this 'unknown user' he learned that it was actually a she, who's friend set up their account for them and as a joke used that name. Like any sensible person, she wasn't about to tell a complete stranger her name and other credentials feeling abnormally chatty today, Phil continued talking to this new person deep into the night, eventually learning more about where she lives, which was apparently extremely far away.

Oh yes! It's very beautiful here! There's almost no problems, beyond the occasional mistake with the weather. Phil chuckled. Living where he did, he normally didn't have to deal with much besides bright sunlight all day which almost constantly sunburned him with his light complexion, oh the ginger curse runs strong.

”Wow! It sounds a lot nicer over there! Where I'm from they have all kinds of problems. Li-” he typed out only to have his mother burst into the room on him making him jump again. “Time for beddddd” She said dramatically shutting the door slowly before laughing and opening it back up to give her son a hug. “Goodnight honey, sweet dreams”

Phil replied with a goodnight of his own and returned her hug with one of his own as well as a kiss on her cheek. His mother walked out of his room pointing at his computer and making the sign to turn it off before closing the door.

Looking at his message for a moment, he deleted the un-needed garbage leaving his original message with the addition of a goodnight at the end.

Well it wouldn't be that hard to get you here! The message replied before his computer flashed off for a again. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he just shrugged and let it go before getting undressed taking his shower and heading for bed.

Phil awoke with a dull light shining through his eyelids and the sounds of crickets chirping, only with an odd feeling all through his body, as if something had changed yet impossible to point it out to simply one thing. The alien feeling was all through his body almost as if he had been put into someone else's body.

The young man attempted to move his fingers, but nothing responded, the same response came when he tried moving his toes. Even the way he was lying felt off to him. Afraid to open his eyes, Phil tried to roll onto his stomach, only to be stopped by pain running up his right arm, or what he thought was his arm.

'Dear lord' He thought, his heartbeat picking up to a frightening pace. 'What is going on? What's going on?' He questioned mentally, horrified of what he might see when he opened his eyes.

Phil laid there, simply feeling what he assumed was grass against his now dulled skin. The feeling as the breeze went by even felt like something was covering his body, like he had finally grown body he had assumed was his sign of being an adult male, but it covered his entire body. He had never been a brave young man, even back into his teens, but the fear was starting to eat away at him as frightening ideas came to mind.

Finally growing frightened enough, Philip opened his eyes only to see what seemed to be a normal calm forest. Having been trapped in his image of where he thought he was, he finally noticed the coolness of the breeze blowing past him. Swallowing hard, Phil lifted his head with a strained effort, as his head seemed to weigh more. The world around him slowly turned to what seemed to be normal, as the trees around him stood tall.

Biting his lip, he slowly turned his head to look at his body. Time seemed to slow around him as his new form came into view. What appeared to be a gray coat adorned the body of some kind of quadruped, it's closest resemblance being to that of a horse, but too.. rounded. A long pale blue tale splayed out behind the hind legs, and in his peripherals he could see a similarly colored mane hanging down the back of his neck. Some kind of marking lay on the flank of his hind leg as well, but his mind was unable to comprehend what he was seeing and the image just seemed almost a blur as his head involuntarily fell back to the ground with a dulled thump before his eyes closed and his vision was encompassed in darkness.