Creating Bakmah
Chapter One: Awakening
Written by Dragon Genesis
Cold. This is what woke the sixteen year old Eljah from his slumber. His room felt oddly cool despite sleeping in his sweat shirt that evening. But then again, he didn't bother to put his covers on that night, either, opening himself to any type of cool breeze that may want to roll into through his open window.
With a groan to announce his awakening, the teenager sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He then removed the Darth Maul winter ha the usually wore, despite it being the early workings of spring, and scratched at his brown hair before proceeding to scratch at the short brown/calico beard on his chin.
Elijah sat there, letting himself wake up by the sound of chirping birds and the gentle breeze that would occasionly enter his room. Once he was awake enough to form thought, he noticed a few things off about his surroundings.
One, he woke up by himself and while the sun was out. By now he should just be about done with his Saturday paper route that him and his dad did, but of course, he was never awoken. Secondy, the sound of his younger sister watching TV down the hall didn't reach his ears, nor did the sound of the occasional car passing down the street behind him. Thirdly there was the absence of power, but he was able to chalk that up as a power outage. Finally, and most disturbingly, the breeze was coming from both his open window and the doorway out of his room that was always covered with a black curtain.
Reaching over and grabbing his shoes, Eli proceeded to slip them on while he looked around his room from his position on the bed. It looked absolutely normal despite the numerous electronics in the blood red room all being with out power.
Once down, the young adult slowly made his way towards the doorway, his hazel eyes scanning the black curtain that led to the rest of his house. Taking a deep breath, Elijah hooked his fingers on the edge of the curtain and yanked it back. He froze as he stared out at the world in front of him.
As the sun slowly rose into the sky, the outline of a small town started to come into clearer detail as light was shed onto it. As he looked at each detail form, he recognized the town more and more as he saw various buildings, an oak tree with windows and a balcony installed in it being a primary focus.
"What the fuck am I doing in Equestria!"
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Elijah sat on his bed, staring at the currently useless TV that sat on top of his mahogany dresser. His hands absent mindly played with his crescent moon necklace as his eyes traced the details on his white skull sweat shirt and his Metallica T-shirt. Taking a deep breath and sliding his Darth Maul hat until it was above his face, he screamed. Letting out confusion and excitement in the form of vocal therapy. A red face Eli placed his hat back into its previous postion and laid back on his bed, trying to make sense of his situation.
"Alright, Eli," he muttered to himself. "You are in a girls TV show you happen to like and you have no clue where the fuck the rest of your house is. Nor do you know how you got here and how the ponies will react to a bipedal creature they have never seen before. Perfect way to spend my Saturday." Elijah sat up just in time for his stomach to growl, causing him to facepalm. "And in the middle of your growth spurt when you need food more than anything."
The teenager stood up with a sigh and walked back over to the curtain which led out to the looming small town of Ponyville within about a good five minute walk. He was more than certain that a lavender unicorn, or was it alicorn and this was actualy in the season four era, would be entering his home for answers on the strange building in the middle of the field. Until then, he was going to try and find something to try and pass the time.
Looking around, it slowly dawned on him how much he used his electronics for entertainment and, of course, they were all useless. He tried his phone, but of course he forgot to plug it in the night before, causing the young adult to plant his hand firmly on his face.
"Great. What else that is battery powered dead?" He asked himself. He turned towards his iPad, but thought it useless for the lack of games, plus most of his writing required the internet. He them turned towards his failed of drawings and winced. Finally, he turned towards the lightening bolt shaped cherry red electric guitar that sat on its stand before turning towards the battery powered amp.
"Welp, might as well hurry her along." he said with a smirk.
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Half an hour. That's how long it took before he heard multiple footfalls, er, hooffalls approaching his room, home, thingy. Once he thought they were close, he leaned forward and switched off his amp before setting the guitar on the stand where it belonged. He frowned as he noticed that the bottom string had broken and would need replacing. Of course, that had to wait as the sound of hoof on dry wall echoed through the small room.
"Pretty sure the curtain is open." said Eli with a thick swallow. To say he was nervous about how six very powerful ponies, here at least, would react to him. He knew for a fact that humans didn't just stroll down the street while humming a happy tune.
The curtain was pulled back and six heads poked into the doorway, todum pole style. He had to surpress a chuckle at how cartoon physics still applied here in some sense. However, his mirth slowly faded to concern for his own saftey when a certain unicorn started to light her horn.
Without thinking, Eli worked on instinct and went the only place possible, the open window behind him. He quickly turned and jumped....
...only to promptly knock himself out on the wooden framing.
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A teen woke to something he preferred not to until he was with a wonderful woman. His eyes blearily stared at the shackles that kept his hands tied down to the bed he was laying on. From the small size, he could easily tell it wasn't his own.
The young adult groaned as pain surged through his skull from where he promptly missed the window. His head throbbed in time with his heart as the light dug into his eyes, even if they were tightly kept closed. His headache intensified as the sound of arguing echoed through the building.
"We have to do something about it!" Shouted Rainbow Dash. The teen could make out who somehow knew was Twilight sighing in frustration.
"I know, Rainbow, but there is not much we can do." said the unicorn mare.
"Twah, can't you jus' tell the princess about 'im?" Asked another pony. The southern drawl gave her away easily. The young adult had no clue how he knew their names.
"I tried, but she says she can't do anything right now. She has many other duties to attend to." The teen groaned as more pain lanced through his skull.
"You could always try and get rid of his headache for him!" His voice boomed, earning yelps in return. He instantly regretted shouting as his headache came back with a vengeance. The teen groaned and let his head fall back on the pillow.
The sound of hoofsteps carefully walking up the steps sounded through the building, causing the teen's head to throb in annoyance. It took a few moments before the door slowly creeked open. The amnesia suffering teen yelped as six ponies pushed their heads through the doorway, each a different color of the rainbow, one with a mane of rainbow.
"What the hell? Who are you?" Asked the teen, straining against his restraints. The lavender of the group stepped forward. The lavender had what looked like a horn on her head that peeked out from between her dark purple mane with a lighter purple streak running through it.
"I'm Twilight Sparkle," said the mare slowly and softly. She then pointed towards the other five mares still standing in the doorway. "And these are my friends. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity and Fluttershy. May I ask who you are?" The young adult paused, turning his head in thought.
"I, uh, can't remember." admitted the young adult. Rarity, a white unicorn, gasped.
"Poor dear! You must have hit your head so hard you can't remember anything." said the mare in a sympathetic frown. The teen blinked before raking his brain for a name of some sort, any name he could probably use....
"You can call me....Bakmah."
