Live a Life, or Modify it

“See, little bugger, what happens when you make grown-ups angry?” I roared, a sense of triumph and pride filling my heart, and making me feel estatic, more than I've ever been in life.

Fate, my opponent, like the child he was, was curled up in ball, whimpering, crying and bleeding.

“You... you...”

I walked towards him with a smug grin on my face, sure of my victory and of the celebratory songs and books that were going to be composed for my deed. “You what?”

The timeless toddler weakly kicked my let shin. It didn't caused me pain, but, as warning, I took him for an ankle, and hold him in my grip upside-down.

“Will you ever realize that you have been defeated, by a mortal no less?” Then, I put him back on the “throne,” a light blue small plastic chair, “no matter, however. As winner, I have the right to take something from you, and claim it as my prize for my victory.”

I noticed that Fate's belt was glowing around his waist. Apparently, it didn't suffered damage during the beatdown I've done to the owner, unlike the night dress and his adsorbent underwear. I extracted a knife from my pocket, and, kneeling on the kid, I tried to cut the belt.

However, as soon as I put the blade in-between the bare divine flesh of Fate and the belt, from my right came a his and a slam.

“Master! Master! What's going on?!” That voice... it sounded like the one of the Great Ferryman.

Then, another slam came, this time from my left.

“Fate! Why are you crying?” It was Ernico's.

I looked around me, and saw my suspicios confirmed: on the left, I had Ernico, dressed in a checkered blue shirt with a white scarf around his neck, and jeans. Turning my head on the right, I saw, for the first time, the true form of the Ferryman, namely, a light blue smoke with two clocks as eyes and a bear trap as mouth.

I tried to quickly cut the belt, but, for some reasons, it didn't work. In my peripheral filed of vision, I could see the Ferryman taking... something sharp in his etheral hands. Realizing it was going to throw that to me, I extracted the knife quickly, leaving a deep wound in Fate's flesh; and, keeping my head low, I backed away from the plataform, a javelin arching over me. Once I was far anough from the platform, I took out my ARX, and pointed it at the Ferryman, hoping to intimidate him.

The damn Ferryman laughed. “You weapons can't kill me, mortal.”

Angry, I aimed at the clocks-eyes, and pressed the trigger, causing a burst of bullets come out from the firearm. The recoil caused me to almost lose control of the weapon, sending some bullets in the ceiling or on the walls, but, still, some of them hit the clock, breaking the glass and spreading gears around the floor.

The Ferryman screamed bloody murder, and tried to take the fallen gears.

“My weapons can't kill, but invulnerability ain't so hot when you can't see, huh?” That said,  I looked back at the throne, and saw Ernico taking out the belt from Fate's waist and wearing it on his: seeing the opportunity, I quickly strapped my ARK on my back, took out my knife once again, and ran towards my brother, aiming for his lungs.

Clearly hearing me coming, Ernico pull out the belt without too many cerimonies and rolled on the left, going down the few steps of the platform. Before I could stop my momentum, I tripped on the platform, hitting with my chin the elevated floor. When I got up, Ernico had already tied the belt to his large waist, result of years of fatassing.

“Brother, stay back and don't shoot, or else!” He shouted, while waving his arms, with a voice that really wanted to transmit authority, but failed to do, and transmitted pants-pissing fear instead.

My hands lowered on the pistol's holster. “Or else what? You are gonna infect me with your stupidity?”

My brother clearly started to sweat. “Look, I really don't want to do this. You have to believe me, really, I didn't wanted to hunt you down, I didn't want to...”

Before he could finish, i grabbed my gun, and pointed at him. “No.”

Ernico whispered something then, from nowhere, a blue portal was created.

I snickered, and raised my gun.

“What a great aim we have here, Ernic...” Before I could finish, the Ferryman pushed me in the portal.

“I will get you, Ernico! I don't care if you serve a god, I don't care if you are the favourite of the Toddler, I will find you again, AND STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!”

Then, when the whirlwinds and the thunders started to go in circles around me themselves around me, I closed my eyes, and awaited uncoscioussness to overtake me.

When I woke, I felt smaller, weaker, cold, and, somehow, I was feeling something soft behind my head. Something like... a pillow. I slowly opened my eyes for scan my surrondings, and see where I was.

With some struggle, my heavy eyelids opened at a slow pace like the metal shutters of a long-closed shop, if the metal shutters could have self-awarness.

Anyway, I saw in front of me the arm of a green old sofa, and a tartan blanket over my body. Rotating my head, I could see on the left the seatback fo the sofa, and, on the right, a iuta rug with a brown and white cat sleeping over it.

The surrondings still didn't give me any clues about my position. Since I needed and wanted to know where I was, I decided to move: slowly uncovering my front limbs from the blanket, I saw that they were brown, and without fingers, sign that I was in a body of a pony, and thus, still in MLP's wordl.

Once I realized that, I stretched myself upwards, then, after throwing away the tartan plaid with my frotn hooves, I rotated myself, then I dropped myself on the floor on my fours.

I saw a door in front of me. Near the door, an old-looking drawer, and over the drawer a picture representing a still life. I also saw a pair of empty birdcages, and a pair of small dogs sleeping under the drawer. The windows were small, round, and with the shutters down, causing the entire room to be badly lit. I could see in the corners of the room some more sleeping animals... or were they scultures?

I honestely could not tell with that little light, and I didn' care enough.

While I was trying to figure out where I was, I heard some steps coming from somewhere. Looking at the source behind me, I saw in the dime light some strairs.

Unsure what to do, I decided to go back to the sofa, and stay there a bit more, awaiting to see how the things weregoing to deleplov.

So I went back the green sofa, I placed the palid back on myself, and awaited.

I waited, waited and waited, the footsteps growing and growing, until, thanks to the dime light, I could see a bipedal figure approaching me. I perked up my ears, and scanned the figure, until it stepped in a well-illuminated zone, revealing...

By the size, I could tell it was a child dressed in a red shirt, blue jeans as trousers, and the faint sparkling of perfectly-kept glasses.

A human child. Apparently unaltered. While I was a legal adult in a foal's body.

“E che cazzo, un' è mica giusto!” I shouted in anger.

The kid backed down and said something with a voice whose frequency was lower than the dog whistles' tune.

I narrowed my eyes, and lowered my ears in non-understanding.

“Scusi?”

“I... I didn't want to disturb you...” Said the little boy, this time with an unsure voice.

I smriked at the statment.

“I have no problems with that. However, I wonder why the fuck you are a human, while I am a foal. I mean, the existence of humans is still a State Secret in Equestria, right?”

The kid shrugged, as he said with his soft and shrill voice “I don't know. My momma tells me that I am the only one here in Equestria.”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait, what? Did you just defineid as a parent a pony?”

“Yes, what's the problem with that?”

I looked at him, baffled beyond belief: unless the kid was a foal turned into a human by freaky accident, this meant that he also came in Equestria by Fate's manipulation. And, somehow,  the kid managed to get adopted by a pony, despite the fact he was an alien creature.

By this point, I need to know how he could do that.

After a small cough, I said.

“Yes, it surprises me. I mean, you are alien to this wordl. Who is the benefacotr that decided to take the burden of grow an alien creature in his house?”

He looked like a bit offened by my stamtnet about the burden, but he soon took his amplomb back, and said.

“My adopter is Fluttershy.”

Well that made sense. Now it was time to know his name.

Stretching my left hoof, I said.

“Sorry for not have aksed it earlier. I am Venicio 'The Fateless' of Massarosa. Who are you?”

Ignoring my gesture, he said.

“My name is Toby Manson. Nice to meet you, Venicio.”