Scarecrow

I remember... I got hit by a car, I should be dead right now, I don't know where I am; I haven't even opened my eyes yet but I definitely don't feel dead. All I really know right now is that the wind is blowing across my face and I feel uncomfortably dry, I feel like my skin could crack at any moment. I take my time opening my eyes, I'm almost afraid to; I don't want to deal with the world right now, I just want to rest, but I cant because I need to figure out what happened and where I am. Slowly my eyes open and I see something that confuses me.

The clouds, they're different; almost cartoon-like with thick swirls and curls, I really have no idea what to make of this but I can say with certainty that it isn't normal; what I consider normal at least. My thoughts are cut short by a sudden tiredness that washes over me; like when you stay up for the longest time and you reach the point where you just cant keep your eyes open any more, it's an irresistible urge to just sleep and I'm powerless against it, I fight it as hard as I can but slowly give in and fall unconscious again.

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The bell signalling the end of the school day rang and a flood of fillies and colts swarmed through the door, as the crowd cleared three little ponies deep in conversation came walking out.

"I'm telling you girls, if we do this right we're sure to get our Cutie Marks." Scootaloo said with an enthusiastic grin on her face.

Applebloom frowned at this "Ah don't know Scootaloo, didn't we already do something similar last month?" she asked sceptically.

"Yeah," Sweetie Belle added "and you remember how well that turned out right?"

"I know, I know" Scootaloo sighed "but this time it'll be different, I promise." she called as began galloping down the road and gesturing for them to follow, all they could do was glance at each other and shrug before following their overly enthusiastic friend.

Later...

The Cutie Mark Crusaders made their way up a hill on the outskirts of Ponyville, Scootaloo stopped walking and looked back at her friends. "We're here!" she stated loudly.

"Where exactly is here?" Sweetie asked with a confused look on her face "all I see is an ordinary field."

"This isn't an ordinary field, this is..."

"What the hay is that?!" Applebloom cut in while pointing behind them, Scootaloo and Sweetie turned to look; only to see a lone tree.

"That's a tree you dummy!" Scootaloo giggled

"Not that, there's something under it." Applebloom replied.

The three approached the strange being laying under the tree. Once close enough they managed to get a good look at it, it looked like somepony had sown a bunch of sacks together, stuffed them full of hay and dressed it up. It was wearing dark green pants, a dull brown hat kinda like Applejack's only a little torn up and a scruffy navy blue jacket. The thing had bits of hay poking out all over the place and a stitched mouth, it's long legs each had five blunt claws on them and it's chest rose and fell slowly; indicating that it was alive.

"What do you think it is?" Sweetie asked nervously.

"Ah don't know but whatever it is, it's creepy." Applebloom visibly shivered

"I'm gonna poke it." Scootaloo said cheerfully.

"I don't think that's a good..." Sweetie Belle started but Scootaloo had already bounced up and onto it's chest and started poking it's face.

"Nothing to worry about; its not even awake." she turned to them and smiled.

"Uh Scoots, maybe you should get off of that thing now." Applebloom said seriously "It could wake up any minute."

"Whatever you guys are no fun." Scootaloo dismissed their concerns with the wave of a hoof. However when she turned around to start poking the thing again it's eyes were open; staring right at her. It's eyes were empty blackness aside from two small green dots that were completely focused on her, all she could manage was a tiny yelp.

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'What the hell am I seeing?' I wake up to find a small orange animal sitting on my chest and its just staring at me, It doesn't make any attempt to move; just sits there with a look of pure terror on its face. I swear it was talking a second ago, maybe I can communicate with it. I attempt to say a simple hello but all that comes out is a muffled growl, I seem to have scared the little animal even more with this but that is the least of my concerns 'Why cant I talk?'. I attempt to move my arm; this makes the animal flinch, its a bit of a struggle but I eventually get it up to my face in order to feel my mouth.

Okay I definitely have a mouth I just cant use it, it feels as if my mouth has be sown shut. Another weird thing I notice it how rough my skin feels; like its made of cloth or something, I take a look at my hands and my eyes widen in shock they look like they were made from old potato sacks, I try to scream but quickly remember that I can't, now I want to scream even more dammit. I go into a state of internal panic; thoughts rushing through my head at a thousand miles per hour.

After shrugging off that little episode I finally decide that I'm probably dead, this is just the afterlife. Well whatever; cant be any more boring than my old life, I shudder at the thought of that boring; routine lifestyle. I'm dragged abruptly from my thoughts as I feel a prodding in my chest, I refocus on reality and see the creature from earlier is staring down on me; fear replaced with curiosity. Without the ability of speech I'd have to settle for the next best thing, I smile and wave.