Chances

by mylittlepony10289

Rating: teen
Tags: Human
Length: 1166

Izack is a guy who hates on bronies and the show. But when he makes friends with the new kid, he realizes they aren't bad at all, and becomes one himself. Problem is, will his old pals bear with his secret?

He is your average guy. Plays video games, skateboards, you name it.

And he hates bronies.

But when the new kid joins his class, will he be able to keep it in him? Or will revealing his secret to the world break his bond with those who mean most to him?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-09 23:56:08 UTC

Chapter One (Raachel): Flashback

His name is Izack Recela. Messy brown hair, skinny, seventeen years old, emerald green eyes, and pale skin. He's your average guy, goofing around and about. Yet he is pretty shy. Whenever you ask what his name is, you would think he said ''Pie rack'' and get the wrong idea. And he prefers to be around with people he knows. But he's a nice guy once you get to know him.

Yeah, he watches shows like Family Guy and South Park, but when you ask what his number one favorite TV show is, you'd be more than super surprised what his answer would be:

"So what's your favorite show?''

"My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic."

"Oh. Wait, what?"

"My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.''

''That's for five-year-old-girls, you gay furry!"

But if you are a brony yourself, this is how it would turn out:

"So what's your favorite show?''

"My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.''

"BROHOOF MAN!Wanna watch it now?"

"Sure!"

So I think you catch the drift.

He's willing to do anything that has anything to do with colorful, talking, magical ponies and would do the most dangerous dare just to earn a Fluttershy plushie. Heck, it's hard to imagine Izack being an anti-brony in the past.

And being his sister, I, Raachel (yes, it's spelled with two As) Recela, can promise you that it's the truth.

My brother? A hater? Impossible, but why he did is at least understandable. I can tell you, but coming into my ears, I can't remember much. (Okay, Izack, I admitted it. Now would you stop bugging me about it?) I will only tell you at the top of my head, so that everything is truthful. It took place at his fifteenth birthday...

~ * ~

"Ya hear that, Raach?'' Izack shouted, busting in my room, or at least our room, and almost breaking the door. He was wearing his everyday clothes: A plain white T-shirt with baggy tan shorts.

I didn't look up from my book. "Besides that it's your birthday?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah." Before I could reply, he went on,"I'm gonna have my own room! Which means I don't have to live with your girly side of the room anymore!"

I glared at him and replied,"Yeah, at least it's not pink like yours." Then my gaze turned into excitement. "So did you say something about not sharing rooms anymore?"

"And ya know what that means?"

"That means you don't have to ask me to get a glass of water for you anymore!"

This time, he glared at me. "Uh, no, you eleven year old brat. That means that you don't have to force me to watch your stupid texts anymore."

I sighed. "God, Izack," I stated sarcastically,"that was really nice of you to say that to your little sister."

"Yeah," he countered,"it is. Now can you help me move my stuff?"

So I did. I got started on moving his computer, since it was the lightest thing to move out of all the boxes of his video games and clothes. It was still on. That idiot must've think you can still move it when it's on. But that thought immediately pushed aside when I saw the list of other videos beside the video playing now (which was currently being paused). It showed some military guy playing a keyboard, and the title was "Proud to be a Brony (Fusion Remix)".

"Hey," I called out,"what is a 'brony'?"

Izack poked his head into the room. "Aren't you supposed to be moving my things?"

"I will if you tell me."

"That ol' Raachel attitude," he sighed. "I guess if it's gonna make you move, I'll ask dad." So he went downstairs.

I was sitting down on his chair and clicked on the video.

First of all, the guy that was playing the keyboard was SO FREAKING TALENTED! And handsome. And OH MY GOD THE SONG WAS SO WELL WRITTEN! Dang it, I had to replay it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. I had a feeling that "brony" meant a guy that likes ponies. Might be a certain kind, but I'm sure it is.

I heard my brother come upstairs. I didn't care, this guy (who was called Black Gryph0n, by the way) is SO FRIGGIN' TALENTED!!! I will hear this song until my older sibling beats me up.

"I heard from dad," he announced.

"Uh huh..." I replied, totally focusing on the computer screen.

"He said that bronies masturbate with colorful horses."

I suddenly stared at him. "Like a furry?" I whispered dangerously.

Izack winced, because he knew what that meant by my attitude. "Uh, yeah, 'cept a whole lot worse." Then he recovered. "He said if we ever see one, we should run away as fast as we could." He noticed I was watching a video. "Stop that."

"No," I refused, replaying the song.

"Stop that."

"No."

"I'm telling on mom."

"No."

"This is your last warning."

"No."

"Your last chance."

"No."

He just waited, giving me a warning look. I suddenly got off, because whenever he gives you that look, you would have the biggest mistake of you life if you don't listen.

"These bronies could be bad..."

I suddenly started raising my voice. "You believe dad?"

Izack faced me. "It sounds believable, Raachel. I mean, the whole speech he did was so real."

"So you think that they could really be like that?!"

"If you've heard dad, you would hear that he said that these bronies are older adult male fans of this five-year-old girl kid show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic!"

Not being a fast and reasonable thinker, I couldn't think up of an excuse for that. So that's what a brony is. I could just force him to watch the video I just watched, but that is impossible. Besides, it was only one video. I gave up.

"Now, can you help me move my stuff, now?"

"Sure," I grumbled. Izack went off with his box of video games.

If there was one goal, it would be to prove these bronies aren't what dad has called them. I know they are amazing just like Black Gryph0n. I believe I saw a user  called "MandoPony" in the list of videos on the side, I'll check him out, next.

After that, I will watch the show. I mean, grown men watching a little girl show? God dang it, that show must be really good one! I bet I'll get attached to the show, too! I'll just prove to Izack once and for all that bronies are amazing, and that's a promise.