The Strangest Things

You know, audience, it’s surprising how long a single pony can cry. I haven’t seen Fluttershy for like three days. But she’s had animals die before, and she always cried, but never this long. I always wondered where Nathan came from. He was a great animal, and a big one at that. But I can’t really call him an animal, can I. He talked, I know that much. At the very end, he said goodbye, and I guess that’s all a pony can ask for... He was a kind soul. I hope Shy will be okay... this reminds me of a song I know, made by a great team of ponies, and it still brings back memories. I wonder what it’s like for Nathan, now that he’s... somewhere else. I won’t tell you what’s on the other side, silly. Cause if I tell you, it won’t be a surprise!

Black. That’s all I see. It’s pitch dark, and I’m in a box. I can’t breathe. I bang on the metal lid of the box, but it won’t budge. Where am I? I shrunk into a ball, because to my great embarrassment and fear, I am severely claustrophobic. Severely. If you don’t know what it’s like to be faced with a phobia, it’s the worst experience you can imagine. Especially claustrophobia. The thing about claustrophobia is it’s inescapable. Being trapped in a box and having just that being your worst fear makes it the worst of all. I’m sweating and crying and screaming for somepony or somebody or something or anything at all, even death itself, to come take me out of this living hell that is the solid steel box I’m in. Is this actually my eternal punishment? To suffocate in a box until I break? I’m crying and acting like a scared animal. I felt so used to where I lived, and I feel like I lived there forever. My mind retreats into an analytical mode. What many people don’t know, is when an animal is introduced to a new and comforting environment, and when the animal is open to the affection, even for a short amount of time, it grows used to that environment. If it is returned to where it was from, it will be hard to adapt back into it. And I fear it is too late for my subconscious to go back to being a sentient species. I’m an animal, and now, it will be hard, even if I am in hell, to go back. Unfortunately for me, my train of thought was interrupted  by me asphyxiating. Bummer. But at least I know I’m alive. For now.

The box is scraped frantically by metal, what sounds like shovels. The lid cracks open, and two men are staring into the box.

“Is your name Nathaniel Gerald Slake?”

I nodded vigorously, still crying and curled into a ball.

“Congratulations, Nathaniel. You just came back from the dead.”

My family was crying and laughing and hugging and kissing and talking and moving and doing so many other things it confused me. Apparently I had been in a coma for about two months, and died about three days ago. I was immediately ushered into a hospital. I was stuck full of needles and had someone watching over me constantly, along with pills and multivitamins, because I apparently never ate for three days. I never had a chance to tell my family or friends at the college about my “experience”, I shrunk back from all the attention, the lavishing, and the gushy love I was getting. I was drawn in, reserved, less open to the humans around me. Maybe that’s why I was admitted to The Center for Teen Mental Rehabilitation, or something like that. ‘Good thing I was still magical’, I thought, as the orb of silver light cast eerie shadows across my room.

I can’t say that Dr. Sidiki was a bad woman, but I couldn’t help but be intimidated by her. Standing at about six foot six, she towered over me by at least seven inches. Her features were soft, but her mannerisms and body language gave that she was a person used to giving orders and having them obeyed. The alpha male, or in this case, the Alpha psychiatrist. She was flanked by her beta, a Dr. Swartz. I liked her more than I did Dr. Sidiki. Luckily for me, She was the one who did all the tests and interviews. I wouldn’t talk to anyone. According to my tests, I wasn’t crazy, but I wasn’t acting like a human As you can see, I was right. I stayed in the psych ward for about three days, playing with my magic, until something happened.

A silhouette of a lithe girl appeared in my window.

I stared into the window and saw him wink out his magic and look at me. Curly hair, and kind of cute. Blue eyes, a soft face, and he looked like a gentle guy. Man, these new hormones are really messing me up. According to Twilight, he was the one to find. Nathaniel G. Slake, the animal husbandry and zoology major.  The description fit, right down to the scrying magic.

But I guess I should tell you about me first. I’m wearing a black out suit, and a hat. My long dark hair is tied into a ponytail, which I find amusing, and I’m wearing comfortable tennis shoes, which don’t match my suit at all. Ever since my world was turned upside down, in the very same Institute where Nathan is, I traveled, looking for job, for money, for someone to help me, or maybe someone with the same problem as me. I guess I can be called a brony, or a pegasister, or whatever. But that’s not important right now.. I’m here to retrieve Nathan, because he is vital to an entire world. My world.

My name is Jade, and Fluttershy is crying.

A/N: Heheheheheheheheheh... Oh, read Equestria In Human, please.