Chapter Five: Waking Up

I groan as I wake up, keeping my eyes closed in anticipation of a hangover. I must have had more of that bar's awful beers than I thought. It's hard to remember the last time I even visited such an establishment, but I think it was in celebration of the launch of the monitor project months ago. Anyhow, I also can't seem to recall anything other than a strange dream about Princess Celestia and a kid who was wasting my labs' resources. When I remember how the dream ended, I sigh in relief, opening my eyes. The relief immediately vanishes when I see a rustic cottage full of woodland creatures. "I cannot believe how asinine Princess Celestia is," I say. At just that moment, a yellow pony with pink hair enters the room.

"Oh, you're awake," she speaks in a quiet manner.

"Yes, a very astute observation," I reply. "I smell pancakes, could you spare a few for me?"

She smiles at that. "Of course! The Princess said you might be hungry." I make to get up and follow her as she walks towards the kitchen, before noticing something peculiar.

"I'm a pony!" I exclaim, falling over as I try to balance on four legs of equal length.

"Well of course you are. What else would you be?" the yellow pony asks, puzzled. I give her a glare. Isn't it obvious that I'm supposed to be a human? These two weeks will be torturous with these clumsy hooves instead of hands! "Please, come to the kitchen and have some pancakes," she recommends as she holds out a hoof to help me up. I take it and stand shakily.

"Thank you," I say gratefully. Walking like this will certainly take some getting used to, but I console myself with the fact that at least I'm only here for two weeks. Following the yellow pony, I realize that I've failed to catch her name. "I'm Mr. Olde, who are you?"

"Fluttershy," she responds as we walk towards that delectable pancake scent. As we enter the somewhat strange kitchen, (with a table shaped like an artist's palette) I take stock of what I look like in pony form. My hooves are a creamy off white, and I assume that I have barely graying hair as I do back home. Looking back to see what my "cutie mark" is, I see a hammer and a plank of wood. How peculiar. I am interrupted in my musings by the pancakes and pastries laid out with three plates.

"Who is the third plate for?" I ask Fluttershy.

"Oh, that's for Discord. I know he likes Abyssinian pastries, but he also likes to sleep in," Fluttershy explains. I take a seat and slide a plate over to it with my hoof. "Do you want a blueberry or chocolate chip pancake?" she asks.

"Both," I answer her.

Author's Note

Well, it was only a month's delay. I would like to sincerely apologize for the delays, but the truth is that I just don't update very often. Still, at least this doesn't end on a cliffhanger. At least, I did my best to keep the ending from being one. Unless you really care that much about whether Fluttershy will give him those pancakes.

Edited 4/11/2021 to change "What's your name" to "Who are you"