Magic Mishaps

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4:57 P.M.

Trondason: *Poke*

Black-light9: Sup

Trondason: So, we first have to establish what we are going to change, with Alex being in equestria.

Black-light9: Well, we could have him leave the country, and I would make up a bunch of creatures without having anymore hate mail.

Trondason: Hate mail? And alright, that could lead to some interesting world development, him exploring the world. What kind of country Griffins are from, for example.

Black-light9: Well, in a journey, there is a counterpart nation for every nation on the pangea-like thing that Equis is on. It’s across the sea.

Trondason: Pangea was one continent, there wasn’t anything across the ocean. And that’s alot of countries, but I guess that’s believable, we have that many after all.

Black-light9: Alright, at least we agree on-

Black-light9: What the hell was that? There is a huge earthquake or something.

Black-light9: Probably terrorists.

Trondason: Doubt it, probably just a normal earthquake. Those things happen you know.

Black-light9: Nah, it’s easier to believe that terrorists got a hold of earthquake… Stuff.

Trondason: How eloquent.

Black-light9: No, there’s a weird and bright thing outside my window, and I don’t like it. Any second now, a terrorist will kill me and start talking about terror and cubans.

Black-light9: And Nazis.

Trondason: Nazis could have been fairly alright guys, if the genocide didn't happen.

Black-light9: I suppose they did contribute to science.

Black-light9: Not sure why they hated Africans and Jews, though.

Black-light9: The light outside is getting annoyingly bright. I’m going to check this out.

Trondason: Well, it’s not a nuke, you would be dead by now if it was.

Black-light9: I stepped outside, and nothing was there.

Black-light9: I am now in my living room, and the light appeared again. It seems to be swirling.

Black-light9: And pink.

Trondason: Poke it, I dare you.

Black-light9: I poked it with my small sword that I keep as decoration. The one I got when I went shopping.

Black-light9: Nah, it’s just a really good knife.

Trondason: Believe it or not, I have 10 knives on my desk right now. I like knives.

Black-light9: I do not.

Trondason: What, you don’t believe that I have knives?

Trondason: Wait, I am getting something. The swirly light was pink, right?

Black-light9: Yes. Both of those.

Trondason: What happened when you poked it?

Black-light9: Nothing. I’m sitting on my couch right now, just looking at the swirling mass. Wait, it touched me.

Black-light9: I’m scared.

Trondason: And you're wasting time typing? Get away from it!

Black-light9: I’m on my phone.

Black-light9: I’m always on my phone.

Trondason: Your still splitting your attention to type this up, put that phone down for a moment, and evacuate!

Black-light9: It only got my shoes. And not the good ones. I would just leave them and grab a different pair.

Black-light9: Why isn’t yours attacking you?

Trondason: I don’t know, but after hearing what yours did, I relocated myself to the living room, on the Laptop. I’m keeping my distance from that thing.

Black-light9: Oh.

Black-light9: I like the light portal swirl.

Trondason: My light thing just drifted to the living room. I’m trapped. It is surrounding the couch. If this thing hurts me, it’s your fault.

Black-light9: Poke it.

Trondason: No.

Black-light9: Okay.

Trondason: This thing is getting pretty violent. It tried to grab me, but I moved out of the way.

Black-light9: It’s made of gravy.

Trondason: What?!

Black-light9: It got my leg. It feels like gravy. It’s not even warm.

Trondason: Dude, stop texting, put up that phone, secure yourself, and THEN text me.

Black-light9: No.

Trondason: Well, it’s your loss. I warned you.

Black-light9: I’m stuck, save yourself. It’s pulling me in!

Trondason: I tried to bust the wall down, but it moved up the wall. It’s got me. I would try to get free, but I can’t move. Luckily, I can reach my couch, which still has my laptop.

Black-light9: Yeah, it got more of me too.

Black-light9: Hello?

Black-light9: Only my head and one hand is free, but the gravy is too strong.

Black-light9: I’m just going to assume it killed you.

---Line Break---

Trondason opened his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was that his entire body seemed to be on fire. It was a constant burning sensation mixed in with a brisk feeling of satisfaction. The world seemed brighter, and much greener than his house. In fact, he was pretty sure the world was naturally not this green. Unless he was in heaven, assuming pink portals mean the reaper has just decided to take his soul, he would just assume he was in a strange room about to be interrogated.

But heaven is always a better option.

The burning sensation was beginning to fade, but it was being quickly being replaced with his retinas being burned by the bright colors. Really, what green part of the earth was this bright? His immobilized body made him feel like he was trapped in his own body, so he just laid still.

He remained in the position for a bit, pondering what kind of situation he could possibly be in. Nothing about the apparent outside environment gave him any indication about what was happening, so he was more in the dark than an earthworm in the ground right now. Who was capable of breaking into his house? What would these people want? Why was the world so damn bright?

His memory sparked for a moment, and he remembered the night before. A big, pink  swirling light appeared on his floor and surrounded his couch. It didn't catch him, unlike Black-light who poked the damn thing, until he decided to try and fireman charge his wall. Maybe this entire situation was brought up by the lack of sleep or other elements? A gas leak in his home could have made him pass out, or hallucinate the entire time. But what kinds of gasses have this effect?

Luckily, the burning sensation completely dissipated while he was thinking, and he was now able to move around. He first sat up and propped himself up against a nearby tree, trying to shake the dizziness from his head. Perhaps he was roofied?

As the dizziness faded, he waited a moment before he would attempt to stand. He rubbed his head with his hand, and felt something was off. His hands were no longer as smooth as they normally were. He felt as if his hand was cut off, and replaced with a blunt object of some kind. A confused expression appeared on his face, which slowly turned into horror the closer he moved his appendage to his eyes. Once he saw it, he knew what was happening.

His flipping hand was a freaking hoof.

How did he know this? Well, when you read a story about this exact same thing happening to something else, you pretty much know what is happening. That, and there were only a few things his hand could have turned into.

“A hoof. I have a hoof. What the hell?” Either he was dreaming some horrific nightmare, or pink swirling lights are portals.

He tried to stand on all fours, because what happened is fairly obvious, and it was easier than he thought it would be. Now, all that mattered now was to find civilization of some sort. Would Ponyville be close by? Does Ponyville even exist here?

Actually, a lake or mirror would do first.

After looking around for a bit, he released that he was not only alone in this clearing, but it was getting dark pretty fast. The only thing more dangerous than a peaceful, sunlit forest, was a dark one, probably filled to the brim with dangerous creatures. The only logical thing to do, was head in the direction with the most sunlight. The closer you get to the center of a forest, the darker it is.

‘Now which way would not get me killed’

West seemed to be the best direction in his mind, so he headed to where the setting sun was.