We All Go To Hell

     Gerard was lying on Pinkie's bed, not exactly sure how he got there. Just then, as he began trying to remember, Pinkie walked in.

     "Speak of the devil," he said.

     "Pardon?"

     "It's a saying that we had on my world." His thoughts then turned back to the original pondering. "Hey, Pinkie..."

     "Hey, Gerard."

     Gerard rolled his eyes and then asked, "Why am I on your bed?"

     "Because it's the most comfortable and softest bed in the house, and I wanted to show my hospitality by giving you my bed!" she responded.

     Gerard was sort-of expecting an answer similar to the one Pinkie gave him, but he also was expecting a totally different and a lot more shocking sort response from the mare. He cursed his dirty mind and his unfortunate lack of luck. He was all too curious to find out exactly how his new body worked and how he would adapt to hooves. He put those thoughts aside and focused on the pink mare.

     "Well, that's nice of you." He sat up and turned ninety degrees to face the wall on the left side of his bed. He sighed. Something about that mare was making him uneasy, making him a little bit...

     Aroused.

     He then tried to change his thoughts. He needed something. What was it he needed? His mouth was like sand and his lips were parched. Water. He needed water. And when he heard his stomach grumble, he knew he needed something else. What? Food. That's it. Food and water, the general needs of any living creature. However, Gerard wasn't sure as to what the hell he would eat. Hay? Good luck getting used to that. Grass? To hell with that garbage. Carrots? He could deal with that. Oats? Sure. He liked oats. Wasn't sure how dry oats tasted, but YOLO, right? Sugar cubes? He loved sugar, except in his coffee. He wasn't sure if ponies drank coffee. It was iffy.

     He stood up off of the bed and said, "Is there anything to eat?"

     "Well, sure!" Pinkie exclaimed. "You're livin' a bakery after all!"

     "Oh," Gerard muttered. "That's right." He then began following Pinkie downstairs and into the lobby of the bakery, Sugarcube Corner. He analysed the interior décor. Way too pink for his tastes, but then again, his tastes were overly gothic. He shrugged the best his body could as a pony and sat down at a table.

    "So, watch'ya want for breakfast?" Pinkie sat down at the chair in front of him at the two-seater table.

     "Uh, a muffin, I guess." He wasn't all to sure as to what to eat and what all he could eat.

     "Sure thing! Be right back!" The sugar-high and overly-hyper pony jumped up from the table and went to go grab two muffins.

     "Oh, and a cup of coffee, if you don't mind," Gerard shouted just as she galloped off.

     "No problemo!"

     He chuckled. Pink was a colour he was going to have to get used to.

     Pinkie set the blueberry muffin in front of him on a plate and put the cup of coffee next to it. He cocked his head and squinted one eye. He wasn't sure as to how he was supposed to eat with hooves. He then saw Pinkie slipping her hoof through the handle in her cup and taking a sip.

     "You're so cute when you do that!" she said when she saw the way Gerard was looking at his food.

     He blushed. "Sorry," he began. "It's tricky trying to get used to this."

     Pinkie giggled. "It's al-right!"

     He copied Pinkie's actions as she showed him how to handle his food without a word spoken. "So, this world of yours," Pinkie said. "What's it like?"

     "It's complicated," Gerard replied. "I wouldn't know how to explain it. But it's definitely very different from Equestria. For instance, the weather is almost unpredictable and is completely uncontrollable. Clouds move when wind begins to blow--which happens at certain, unknown times-- the temperature isn't always the way you want it, the sun and moon rise on their own and affect the earth in their own ways, and there's just no controlling any of it! You're just.. along for the ride.

     "And there's a lot of bad people and bad things. Terrorists. Murderers. Serial killers. Rapists. Thieves. Prostitutes. Drugs. Organised crime. Natural disasters. War. A lot of war. Nuclear bombs and chemical warfare. The mentally challenged. Just... horrible, horrible things.

     "But there's good things, too! Music. Talented people. Geniuses. The United Nations. Freedoms of all kinds. Beautiful nature. Wonderful creatures. Art. And love. Lots of it.

     "Often I wondered if my life was worth living. All the pain and suffering. The pressures to do horrible things. The death. I was held at gunpoint once. But I never lost faith in the world."

     "Wow." was all Pinkie could muster. "We have some of that stuff here, but mostly it's the good things. We don't have much war, or famine, or murder, or terrorism. "

     "But that doesn't mean it's not still there."

     Pinkie's thoughts abruptly changed, as they often did. "Oh, hey, I wanted to throw you a "Welcome to Ponyville" party some time today! How 'bout it?"

     Gerard lit up. "Sounds great!"

     "Kay! I'm gonna go invite every pony I can! See ya at seven!" Pinkie jumped up from the table and zipped out of the café.

     Gerard reached a hoof forward and sighed as he saw the pink mare rush out, seeing he had failed to stop her in time to tell her something. "Oh.. Okay.. Goodbye."

     Suddenly, Gerard felt something grab at his vocal chords-- a song.

     He then got up, and almost coincidently, as he walked out into the road, he saw three ponies, a large, red one with a bass, a light blue mare with a rainbow mane holding a guitar, and a grey stallion with a Mohawk at a set of drums. He then stood confidently in front of them.  He then quickly dashed back up to the room he was sharing with Pinkie after telling them to stay right there. He grabbed a set of papers with lines and dots and all sorts of things. He handed the sheets to the band standing before him. "I have a song. I wanna sing. How bout it?"

      The red one nodded. "Eeyup."

      Gerard turned toward the street where others began to gather. He gave the signal, and the three behind him began slamming away.

Well, if you wanted honesty, that's all you need to speak,

I never want to let you down or have you leave,

You're better without me!

For all the nasty words,

The stabbing me without swords,

Remember when you chipped hoof?

From punching out your bathroom mirror!

I'm not okay...

I'm not okay!

I'm not oka-a-ay,

You've done enough!!

What will it take to get across it's not like it seems,

I told you time and time again,

You say those words, but

Don't know what it means

To be a stranger, look!

Another line without a hook,

You said you'd read me like a book,

But my pages are all torn and frayed!

I'm okay...

I'm okay!

I'm okay now!

But you really need to listen to me!

I'm telling you the truth!

I mean this!

I'm alright!

Believe me.

I'm not okay!

I ain't okay!

Well, I'm not okay,

I'm really not okay,

I'm not okay,

Kay?!

        The rainbow Pegasus finished off the song with a last twinge of the distortion and they all bowed. The group around them began cheering and clapping their hooves. A few dropped some bits in an empty cup on the ground next to the bassist's amp. Gerard then turned around and began beaming really wide. "You guys, that... Was... Awesome!"

     "Eeyup." said the red one.

     "What are you guys' names?"

     The rainbow one spoke up first, addressing herself as Rainbow Dash. The drummer introduced himself as Thunderlane.

     "And this here is Big Macintosh. He doesn't say much, prefers actions over words, " said Rainbow Dash. "But when he talks, he means business." They all continued grinning at each other. "Dude, where did you learn to sing like that?"

     "My grandmother taught me everything I know. Plus, I used to part of my own band before..." He paused, not sure if he should tell them quite yet. "Before moving to Ponyville. I wrote some of my songs and such, and we were really popular."

     "What was it called?" Thunderlane asked.

     "My Chemical Romance. It's a punk rock band."

     "Awesome!" Rainbow exclaimed. "I love punk! We're actually a heavy-metal rock band. Mechanical Reaper."

     Thunderlane spoke up. "Been lacking a lead singer. Dashie here ain't got the best chords and ain't the best multitasker."

     "Well, it's better than what you can do," Rainbow Dash protested.

      "Psh, as if! I'm always multitasking. Anyways," he turned back to Gerard. "You up for it?"

      Gerard cocked an eyebrow and grinned wider than he had in months. The other three began to smile as well.

      "You betcha."