Imagination

Imagination

Chapter 4

Zeomak Seline Salchar

Self insert stories... Human in Equestria... Those have always interested me, yet did I never find the courage to actually write one. This, however, changed when I was talking to some fellow bronies on Skype. The topic had been, what Equestria had been like shortly after Celestia and Luna took over. We also talked about the war that had been going on between the three races prior to their rule.

An idea struck me, and I excused myself from the chat to pursue it. A few days later, I had finished the first few chapters of a new story. I liked it, and it was by far the best thing I had written in a while. The only big problem I was facing, was the self inserted me. I had made him stop smoking, get some exercise and even learn magic. Yet I had put him through quite the ordeal already. I knew, deep down in my heart, that if it had been actually me, I would have already given up completely.

But the show must go on, as the saying goes, and so I wrote one more chapter before I decided to call it a day and watch some movies on the Internet. It turned out alright, but I felt bad for him nonetheless. The conclusion of the story was not too far away, and I knew it would all end well, it was still hard to imagine myself in such a situation. My character had stopped drinking, after a confrontation with his wife, but I had written him so that he started again after his latest ordeal...

Do I have to mention that I never got to watch some movies on the good old Internet?

I stood up from my Laptop and put on my shoes to go out and buy some snacks. My trusty leather coat was also with me, when I opened the door to my room. The plan was simple. Drive to the nearest supermarket, get as many potato chips and beer as I could carry and knock myself out while watching the final season of Star Trek Voyager.

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As I walked out into what I had hoped was the hallway, I found myself in a big room. The walls were lined with bookshelfs, while there was a single table in the middle. On top of it stood several instruments that looked like those I had used back in my chemistry lessons. At the table sat... me? That other me hadn't noticed me yet, as he raised a wooden mug and emptied it in one pull. He then threw it against the far wall of the room, swiping everything from the desk with both arms. As glass bottles and other breakable containers shattered on the floor, he put his face into his hands and began to cry. It was a sound I was familiar with, but that didn't mean that I liked it.

I don't know if I have ever mentioned this, but I am quite compassionate. If I see someone cry, I can't just walk away for some reason. It has put me into harms way more then once, and this time it wasn't any different.

I walked over with long strides and put my hand on his shoulder in a futile effort to comfort him. At fist, it seemed like he was glad about the gesture. Until he turned around to me that was. (Have I mentioned that he could do magic, and was most likely drunk?)

A pale white glow surrounded me as I realized my mistake. Before I could protest, he had already flung me across the room and into one of the shelfs. Books rained down on me as I raised my hands in an attempt to protect my head.

“Who the fuck are you?”, he bellowed as he advanced on me. I could see that I was quite to convenient target for him. There was a lot of rage in him, and he needed someone to take it out on.

“Wait!”, I pleased, while crawling backwards on all fours.

He stopped, eying me carefully before closing his eyes. Of course, I knew what he was doing. He was looking at my magical circuit, or better at the lack thereof. When his eyes fluttered open again, he looked confused.

“Forget my question, here's a better one. WHAT the FUCK are you?”

And so I began to explain who I was, what I was and that I was the person who had put him through all of this. In hindsight,that last part may not have been the smartest thing to do. Once again I felt myself enveloped by his magic and thrown to the other side of the room. (Quit a feat I might add, since I really need to loose some weight!)

This time he was on me before I could even try to get up. His breath reeked of booze, he had lost his glasses somewhere in all of this, and now he was chocking me. Oh my god how hard he was chocking me.... In my desperation, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. I had the ending to this story already planned out, so why not tell him?

“I... I … I know how to help you!”, I pressed out with the last remnants of air in my lungs. They burned as he let go and I could finally take a deep breath again. Zeo didn't let me get up though.

“How?”, he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Right now cough you are trying to figure out what is wrong with Luna. You know the basics cough, but you have no idea why the poison is cough cough affecting her the way it is, am I right?”, I inquired, knowing that I was right. His only answer was a grim nod that promised me that I was in for a world of hurt if he didn't like my answer.

“Look.... Zeo, the poison she has ingested is a magical one. It can not act of it's own accord, at least not at this scale. For it to have an effect like this, it must absorb a soul. The soul of someone or somepony who is dying.”, I explained, hoping he would finally let me get up.

“And how is that supposed to help me? Nopony has died in her vicinity when...”, his eyes lit up in realization as he caught on to what I was saying.

“And is there any way to help her? I mean to get set her free?”, he asked with so much hope in his voice that I couldn't bring myself to tell him that there wasn't one, even if it had been true.

“Yep, you can help her. I can tell you the necessary steps you must take to do it.”

After that, we both sat down at the table and I told him everything that I was intending to write. He was a little... different then I had imagined him to be, but that was alright. For some reason my creations seemed to know I was telling the truth as soon as I spilled the beans. (And of course I somehow knew how to operate things once I was in one of the worlds I had written.)

I made a great mistake while we sat there though. (I think I mentioned that he started drinking again?) We shared at least three bottles of the hardest stuff Zeo had brewed up behind Lunas back. I had no idea how much percent that stuff had, but it burned my throat worse then the homemade stuff my father had once given me to try. (And that stuff had about 57%!)

When I had reached the end of my tale (and the bottom of my mug for what felt like the hundredth time) I finally passed out.

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My father was not too happy to find me passed out in the hallway, stinking as if I had stayed in a brewery for the last few days. He was even less happy about the fact that I pucked all over his shoes when he brought me to the hospital to be treated for alcohol poisoning.... (And the bruises on my throat. I had quite enough of all this being beaten by my own creations. I stopped smoking the very next day and promised myself to get some self defense training!)