Your Human And You: The mask we wear.

Testing....testing...good its working. Hello to whom may be receiving this. If you seeing, reading or hearing this then you have arrived in the world of Equestria. My name...what was it.....J..Jax that's my name. Forgive me its...hard to remember theses days, anyway back to what I was saying, you have arrived or are interested in this world...welcome to hell....maybe its best that I should start from the beginning...yes that could help me remember who...and what I am. Let me explain how and why i'm doing this but first lets go over my personal arrival, encounters and understanding of this twisted world.

Let me begin.

Fear. To be afraid of (someone or something) as likely to be dangerous, painful, or harmful.

Fear is a....strange emotion. It can keeps us alive. It can kill us. It can drive us. It can divide us. Fear can come in meany forms, from being startled to a traumatic phobia. For meany victims of phobias help is never far away and talking to someone and receiving support, meany can overcome it. But what if what you fear is society itself. No one can help you, no one can support you because you won't let them. I am one such unfortunate individual. From a young age I was diagnosed with Anthropophobia which is the fear of people and Scopophobia which is fear of being looked at. I lived a hard life back then, my mother died at child birth and my farther left me not soon after so I was taken in by a scientist but it was still hard especially at school.

My mental state made me avoid my class mates and teachers on a daily basis. It was hard for me to make friends and the teachers couldn't give me any support for my phobias. To make matters worse there was a particular group that harassed me for the rest of my school days. A group of bullies lead by a guy call Tom who knew about my phobia and took advantage as much as possible. He would make me the center of attention and I would have a panic attack or make his gang crowd around me and reduce me to tears. After a few years of this I began to become better at avoiding him. I became faster from running all the time. I became better at hiding and sneaking around. I could walk into a room and no one would notice thus I earned the nickname "ghost of the classroom". Also because I hid in dark places a lot I gained a natural like night vision and impressive hearing and awareness.

Tom and my phobias had shattered my chance at getting any friends so naturally I had a lot of free time. I studied without distraction so I was at the top of my class, I also watched a lot of nature and science on TV so I was particularly gifted at chemistry, biology and workshop. That leads me nicely to my unique feature, in workshop at the end of the year we could make anything using the stuff in the room. After watching a documentary one time on tribal masks I decided to would be cool to make one. So I did. It was rather....unique, the mask is round and covers my face completely with two rather intimidating eyes cut out and a creepy grin adored the bottom.

Funny thing is that when I wear the mask both of my phobias lessen considerably meaning I could be in the same room as people without having to sit at the back in an corner. Of course I still felt uncomfortable but it was a big leap for me. Then came my graduation from school into college. My adoptive farther was thrilled with my progress and helped me get into a mechanic course that involved lots of work with machines and metal.

I still wore my mask back then as well, It had become a part of me and over the years I had to make and add to it again and again to fit my face and needs. For one it was a lot bigger now naturally but I had added some red light to the eyes, a voice changer and made a hinge on the mouth so I could eat and drink without having to move my mask. After acing my course I then worked with animals and then an alchemist course, and then came university and this is when my life was changed forever.

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*BEEP*...*BEEP*

"uuuhhh" I sighed as I hit the snooze button on my alarm. My eyes slowly opened but then closed as light stung my eyes. Wating a few minutes later I opened them again and gave a yawn. I pulled the covers of my legs and was greeted by the morning cold. Geting up and out of the bed I made my way to the bath room to freshen up. I took a warm shower and then went to brush my teeth, while brushing I glanced at the bathroom mirror. I saw a 19 year old guy, with white hair and a deep green pair of eyes and some awful bed hair. "got to brush that too" I though after spitting out the toothpaste and washing out my mouth.

One hair brush later I made my way downstairs and began to make my breakfast. Siting at the table with my boll of porridge (not the most exiting breakfast but its good) I heard my farther coming down stairs.

"Morin Jax" he said happily

"Morning dad" I replied in kind.

"Hows your bat project coming along" he asked, siting down with some cereal and a glass of apple juice.

"Should be good to go I just need to test it out later" I said, running over the specs again in my head.

"Good, good" he replied.

The rest of the morning was uneventful as I left to go to uni. I was studying robotics so I could work alongside my farther and take over when he retires so after a short bus trip I arrived and began my day. Most of the day was like any other but my bat project worked like a charm.

I should explain. Just because I go to university doesn't mean I got over my phobias, I still hide and run frequently but one day I decided to take it further. My project is essentially is pair of metal claws and talon boots which let me cling onto and climb walls and ceilings. A little strange yes but like I said I have a lot of free time and I need something to do to distract me from my loneliness.

After my class and lectures we were informed that there was a costume party charity event later tonight. Being my first party ever besides my birthday I was rather excited about it. I designed a costume and got the necessary materials. My mask was still a part of my costume so when I got home and got permission to go I went to my room and got to work. My idea was a red worn hooded cloak with my mask and gear added into the mix. Once I was done I packed a few things into my backpack: Wined up touch, some shacks, binoculars, a multi tool and a worn machete (don't ask).

After receiving some uncomfortable stares on the bus I made my way to the party. Once I was there I looked at the scene. Lots of people...lots and lots of people...I'll be blunt...I chicken out. It was too crowded and I can't do crowds even with my mask so I wondered the campus for something to do when thunder rang through the air. Looking up I found it strange to find a circular storm cloud hovering above me. Without warning a bolt of lightning struck a nearby bench, the bench glowed slightly and cracks appeared on the surface before it exploded into small orbs of light. It was quite beautiful until the orbs quickly clustered together and then imploded in a flash. Another bolt struck the ground by nearer to me this time. Fearing for my life I ran as bolts of energy crashed around me before felling a spike of heat hitting me in the back. My body felt like it was on fire as I fell to my knees in agony. Cracks soon formed on my skin as the pain intensified and then giving one last cry of agony I felt myself explode.

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I awoke to the smell of grass and moss as I opened my eyes. I lazily sat up and rubbed my head to ease a brief headache before taking in my surroundings. The first thing that hit me was that I was on a hill side, the second that there was not sign of civilization for miles around and third was that it was now day. Looking at the sky I saw a bright blue sky with strangely shaped clouds that looked like it was out of a cartoon. Paying it no more mind I soon remembered what had happened, panicking I checked my body for any damage. I was relieve I still had my backpack and my climbing gear still on and I was unharmed. After accounting for my stuff I spotted a forest nearby. Deciding it was a good idea to clime a tree to asses my surroundings I briskly made my towards it.

Upon entering the forest my body felt strange. My exceptional awareness made the forest seem like it was...well..alive. Not in the typical sense it was a forest after all but as if it had a presence..a being.. a mind. I see the world differently to most people, one would simply see a tree but what I saw was a guardian with a story and history to unlock. I sought of had a understanding with nature as it did so with me. Animals were strangely were attracted to me and I could understand them and talk back. Meany of my teachers asked how I could understand them. I said that with human communication that the verbal component of a face-to-face conversation is less than 35% and that over 65% of communication is done through body and facial language. With animals verbal language is considerably lower than humans and that they communicate more through body and facial expression, all you have to do is decrepit the language. But like I said before I had a lot of free time.

After tracking through the woods I found a nice tree to climb. My climb gear like I said before allows me to cling to meany suffices with ease. The claws dug into the cranks and lumps of the tree and the boots which had three long talons (two at the front one at the back. Like an eagle) grabbed the trunk to support my body. Once at the top I scanned my surroundings and saw a small town. As much as I fear towns I didn't have much of a choice. Using my boots to slide down the tree I walked in the direction of the town.

It had been a while since I had scouted from the tree but the forest didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon so I finally came to the conclusion that I was lost. Giving a rather melodramatic sigh I decided I needed a rest. Luckily the forest opened out a bit and I found what looked like a dirt path I then decided it would be a go idea to see were it leads. Further up the path the forest seemed to change it became less...heavy I suppose, the air seemed lighter and surprisingly clean. Where ever I was it was a stroke of luck that I found myself in such a peaceful place.

Then I heard singing.

Instantly on alert I dove rather pointlessly into a bush. Ignoring the pain in my sides I climbed a nearby tree and began to make my way towards the voice. Several trees later and I came to a clearing and that's when stuff got strange. What I saw was a rather nice cottage with bird houses littering the place and animals everywhere. It was like a zoo. After taking that all in I looked for the source of the voice but couldn't see anyone. It wasn't until a yellow thing flew up and began a duet with some birds. It was horse or pony like I thought but the eyes were huge and she (jugging by the voice) had a smaller frame than most ponies I have seen. She would barely be waist height. But it took me a few seconds to realize something.

"It can talk" was what I wanted to say but an immense burning pain flared in my throat. It took all my willpower not to choke and give away me vantage point. Recovering soon after I heard a chirping beside me, looking next to me was a strange pastel looking bird who seemed to be studying me in turn. Another flew beside it, then another and another, I knew animals were attracted to me but this was beyond what usually happened. I tilted my head in confusion and to my surprise they did to so the birds and I sat in the silence looking at each other.....SILENCE

Only when I realized this could I hear a very very faint flapping noise.

"Oh my" sharply tuning my head I was almost face to face with the yellow pony.

"She snuck up on me. NO ONE CAN SNEAK UP ON ME" my mind screamed as I began to adjust my footing slightly.

"What are you" she asked.

Too bad she wasn't going to get an answer. Using my talons I griped the branch and turned upside down and dropped from the tree. As soon as my feet touched the ground I pegged it down the path kicking up dust and dirt. No longer feeling her eyes on me I stopped and climbed into a tree to asses the situation:

1. Everything here is striking and cartoon like.

2. The animals seem more sentient than before.

3. Yellow talking pony.

Now someone faced with a situation like this would freak out or try to convince themselves it was a dream or they were in a coma. To me everything almost added up. The forest felt different, my phobias kicked in with the yellow pony and my still aching sides gave me enough evidence. My phobias kicked in and I could feel the forest. You can't do that in a dream.

I then heard a scream. Snapping out of my thoughts I lept from tree to tree to find my yellow ponies being stared down by a...wooden wolf like creature. Miss yellow was shacking violently and frozen in place by fear as the wolf slowly closed in on her, enjoying every moment.

I let out a roar and jumped the wolf

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