Injection

Authors notes: The first comment was a question asking me what kind of romance might be implemented, and to tell the truth I have no idea, I was thinking of just trying it. As I’ve stated the main character will have absolutely nothing to do with it.

I limped along the path, forcing my to move into what looked like a city. Wait, were those more horses in the city? The fucked up meter of this world just went up to right below Super Mario.

I was seeing light, definitely not a good sign.

“Devils Never Cry.” I thought to myself, it was a quote from my favorite video game, Devil May cry, and it explained me perfectly, ruthless, merciless, would not cry at the death of anyone.

It took me a bit of time to gain back my memory, but in the end I regained it. I remembered the death of my 4 best friends. Corpse,Reaper,Jaguar, and Warhammer, why did it have to be them? Growing up my whole life I was … socially awkward. I remember being ruthless to the other children on the block, and I remember that it was me who got in trouble despite the ruthlessness being self defense.

It was September 3rd, 1998, I was exactly 6 years old. Anyway some bullies (Well that’s what I called them back then, nowadays I call them assholes) came along, tried to beat me to the ground, I countered and beat their leader down in pure rage, you’re probably wondering how a six year old managed to do that, well he was only 2 years older than me so it wasn’t really much of a difference.

Anyway, what were mere acquaintances back then, came to me.  They accepted me like family. They were family for all I cared, they treated me better then my own family. They were the only kids on school grounds who didn’t view me as “violent freakazoid” and I was the same to them. Pretty soon, we were the bottom of the social meter, and that was how we liked it. Having 4 friends you could trust, rather than 40 you couldn’t.

Luckily I made it through the village unnoticed. I stopped at a lake, looking at the trees around me, most of them were birch trees and the occasional apple tree. I felt dead inside, my ankle was still aching. I climbed up a hill and got to the top, enjoying the view of the trees and reflection of the breathtaking sunset over the lake, I’ve seen setting like that before in movies with ex girlfriends and always though “Cheesy dramatic effect” when I saw that scenery, but out here, up close and live, it wasn’t half bad. Outside, all alone, feels like you’ve got the perfect peace and quiet and nothing to stop you.

I looked over at my ankle to see it was still bandaged, I started wondering who the hell bandaged it, was it the soldiers, was it that pegasus, or did it just magically appear there?

I shrugged and went looking back at the sunset. I then heard my own stomach growl. Oh god damn it, I forgot about food and water, how the hell am I going to get the resources? Could I just hunt for horse meat? No these creatures appeared to have a perfect understanding of civilization and would probably know if there was a threat to their race.

“HELLO!” I heard a way too friendly sounding voice scream right into my ear. I recoiled and ended up rolling down the hill. When I got up all of my weapons were holstered, none of them had discharged, and I had apparently seen a pink horse rolling down the hill after me.

“Hey! That was fun! I see why you did it. (Gasp) Maybe I should throw a party with a ‘rolling down a hill’ party, and ponies could bring tires to roll down in, and maybe a monkey could get involved. Do you like monkeys? I like monkeys. My friend Twilight doesn’t like monkeys. Speaking of Twilight, have you seen her anywhere ,purple unicorn, purple and magenta mane, ring a bell?” The pony started to blabber to me. I could barely understand what she was saying, much less did I really think I would care. I grabbed the pony by what I remember counted as a horses shoulders.

“Hey, that tickles!” The horse held in a giggle, apparently thinking I was playing with her or something along the lines of that. I cupped her chin and spoke in a stern voice.

“Listen! I don’t have time for this, do you know where I can get a bite to eat!”, I said as forceful as I could knowing that was probably the only way to get my point across, of course I saw a tear in the ponies eye, “She isn’t going to make sense, so no sense in forcing her”  I thought aloud before letting her go.

Big mistake.

She started crying so god damn loud, it drove me nuts. I then saw what looked like a red neck version of a horse walk in on our “discussion” (If there was actually a topic we were talking about)