Who am I? Where am I?

by Ferote

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Rarity
Length: 6178

Michael wakes up in a hospital room with no clue of who, or where, he is

Published 2012-04-05 03:04:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-11 03:49:09 UTC

Chapter 1

“Ugh, what happened?” I open my eyes to see what appears to be a hospital room. It was kind of small, not just the room, everything, from the bed to the doors, was scaled down, like it was meant for smaller people. Something catches my eye, a hat, camouflage having the opposite effect in a sterilized white environment. “Must be mine, why else would it be sitting on the same bed as me?” I reach for it and put it on, why? Because it was the only clue I had to who I was. “Why does it seem like this happens a lot to people? Wake up in a hospital with no clue to who you are, seems cliché for some reason. Oh well, might as well call the nurse and see what’s wrong with me. Aside from talking to myself.” I reach for the remote on the guardrail and press the button with the red cross on it. “These buttons are pretty big, especially since everything else is so small, weird. Might as well get some shut eye.” I tilt my hat so the brim covers my eyes.
*Beep beep beep*
“Somehow that’s not annoying at all, reminds me I’m alive. Wow, I have a strange sense of humor.”

“Sir? You pressed the button?”

“Yes I did. Nurse, where am I?”

“You’re at a hospital in Ponyville.” “Okay, hospital I could of guessed, Ponyville… I don’t know.”

“Is there any reason I’m here?”

“You had a concussion, you’re lucky to be alive.” “Figures”

“Will I have to stay here much longer?”

“Normally we would take some tests to ensure your health, but we’ve never had a patient like you.” “Like me? What does she mean?”

“Nurse, what are you talking about?”

“It would be easier if you just removed your hat.” I do what she says, and I see, a…pony. “Okay I may have had a concussion, but I think that only affected the memories of my past. I still remember what everything is, the sky is blue, the sun is yellow, and animals don’t…talk.” “Sir, are you all right?”

“More or less, I just didn’t know animals on earth could talk.” “Unless…”

“What’s earth? You’re in Equestria.” “…that. OKAY, just got to roll with this, I’m good at that, I think.”

“Right, Equestria, don’t know why I said earth.” “I guess I’m a good liar, not something to be proud of though.” “All right, I want out of this hospital, wait a minute, how long have I been in here?”

“About three weeks, don’t worry about ponies being scared of you, enough have come to see you that word has gotten around.”

“There’s the silver lining. I’m guessing to get out of here I have to sign some paperwork.”

“Yes, mister…”

“Tennison.” I say this automatically, but pause when I realize what I’ve said.

“Okay Mr. Tennison-”

“Call me Michael.” I say reflexively “Where am I getting these names from?”

“Okay Michael, can you stand?” I sit up, then turn so my legs are hanging off the edge. I pause to rotate my ankles, making sure that the muscles still work, then push off of the bed, bending my knees on impact to keep myself from falling over.

“That answers that, heh. Now where’s that paperwork?”

{Two hours of hand cramping paperwork later}

“Thank god that’s over. Nurse, did I have any clothes on when I was admitted?”

“Yes you did.” She walks over to a bin resting on the ground. “Here they are.”

“Great.” I open the box and pull out a pair of jeans, a pair of black boots, steel toes, two crew socks, and a plain black T shirt. “Where’s the nearest bathroom?” She points down the hallway with her, hoof. “Just got to roll with it.”

“Second door on the left.”

{Outside the hospital}

“Okay, first things first, I need a job.” I look around and see a purple pony walking away from me. “Excuse me!” She looks back, I can tell it’s a she from the shape of the body, and I see something on her head “Strange”. I jog over to her, and I see that it’s a horn “…roll with it man…”. “Hey, my names Michael, I just got out of the hospital, and I need a job, do you know of any places that need help?”

“Hello, my names Twilight Sparkle, I run the library here in Ponyville, I could use an assistant now that Spike is on vacation.” “Is everyone here this polite? Or is Twilight the exception to the rule?”

“Now that that’s settled, are there any places to stay?”
“You can sleep in the guest bedroom.”
“Really? Wow thank you. Now just where exactly do you live?"
“I live in the library, and it’s this way.” She points, north, judging by the sun. “Living in a libra- I’m not even going to say it anymore.”
“All right, let’s get walking.”

{Five minutes of walking later}

“Why are you walking like that?”

“Like what?”

“Just look at your legs, most creatures with long legs take long steps.” I look at my legs and see what she’s saying, my steps are short, and they seem to keep a steady rhythm. After watching my feet for a little bit I begin to notice my other senses, hearing in particular. Every time a foot strikes the ground, I hear a clop to my right. I look over and realize that I’m walking in cadence to her hooves. “Why am I stepping in time to a sound? Was I in marching band? Not only is my basic perception of reality being thrown out the window, I don’t even know who I am. I could be some mercenary, some programmer, a nerd who lives in his parents basement, or even a man whore. You know what? I don’t care who I was, I want to find out who I am.” I stand tall with a smile on my face and take in the sights. “Is that building made out of pastries?” A pink pony with a matching mane walks out of the structure in question, looks around, and upon seeing me, opens her mouth to an almost impossible angle, jumps straight up, stays in the air, and flies off. I blink a couple of times, never breaking stride. “Keep calm and carry on, who knows, maybe that’s normal around here. God only knows what these ponies are capable of, they did build this town after all. Ponyville I think it was called, at least that’s what the nurse said.”

“Twilight, what is this town called?”

“Ponyville.” Her voice was calm, but I could tell from the way she was walking that she was just barely containing her excitement. “Excitement for what?” “There’s the library.” She nodded her head to point it out. I looked ahead and see, a tree with, windows? “Damn it Michael, stop questioning everything. You’ll end up hurting yourself if you don’t.” I quicken my pace to reach the door before her “I’m polite, I got that going for me”. When I reach the door, finding that it opens inward, I grab the doorknob, and am surprised when it doesn’t turn. I try fruitlessly to loosen the handle for few seconds, then experimentally push forward. Finding that the handle is just for decoration, I push on the door itself, standing aside so Twilight can walk inside. “What a gentle colt.” “Colt? Given the context I'd say it refers to the fact that I am male, or something along those lines.” "Is something wrong?” “She must have seen my expression”

“It’s just that where I come from, wherever that may be, the word gentleman is used. I just need to learn this world’s terminology.”

“Well, I have plenty of questions to ask you, and you probably have just as many to ask me. You can start.”

“Okay, is there any reason that some ponies are unicorns and some aren’t?”

“It is determined by your parents, but we have no control over it.” “Genetics” “And there’s also pegasi.”

“Is there anything one race of ponies can do that others can’t?”

“Pegasi can fly and walk on clouds, earth ponies are very strong and are connected with the plants” “Farmers” “and unicorns can use magic.”

“And about the terminology, whenever one of us uses a word or phrase that is said a different way to the other, but means the same thing, one of us will say the equivalent. Seem like a good idea?”

“Sounds perfect. Any more questions?”

“Plenty.” “I hope my head doesn’t explode from everything I know being shattered and thrown out the window.”

Author's Note

Felt like a good stopping point, and I’m sure you guys don’t want me to bore you with questions y’all already know the answers to. Do you guys like how I represent Michael’s thoughts? Critique is welcome, but don’t repeat what someone else said, If you’re not going to add something new, don’t add anything at all.
-Michael

Chapter 2

“Okay, I think that’s it. You can ask the questions now, but don’t bother if it relates to who I am as a person.”
“Great!” “Did she just squee? Should I be worried?” Her horn glows, and a notebook and pencil, also glowing, float over. “That must be the magic she was talking about.” “Okay, where are you from?”
“Earth.”
“What’s earth?”
“A planet.”
“What’s a planet?” Her tone is starting to sound skeptical
“A big hunk of something, whether it be gas or rock, in space.”
“Space?”
“You know, what’s above the sky.” She has a look of disbelief, and slight bewilderment. I could tell that she was starting to wonder if I’m crazy “Got to turn this around, and I know just the way” “Or maybe that’s just the concussion talking.”
“Possibly.” “That was close, Equestria must not be that advanced. Or maybe it is the concussion talking…nah.”
“Moving on, could you tell me what you are?”
“As a species? Genus homo species sapiens or, as we call ourselves, humans.”
“What are humans like?”
“Height wise, human males range from five feet six inches to six feet two inches, on average anyway. Human females range from five feet two inches to about five feet eight inches. In terms of weight, a typical human male of average height weighs about two hundred pounds, I can’t recall the average for females though. I don’t know how we are emotionally or how we treat others.” “I don’t think I should tell her how many wars have been started, how many lives have been lost. I won’t tell her outright, but if she asks me. I’ll tell her to be prepared for the horrible things humans are capable of.”
“Are there any different races of humans? Michael?”
“What? Sorry I was lost in thought.”
“Are there multiple races of humans?
“Not in the way you would think of, races for humans mean skin color, which ranges from white, like me, to black.”
“Can humans use magic?”
“No, we get by through making machines to do tasks that are impossible for us to do on our own. That’s enough for now Twilight, I want to get some clothes.”
“Fine, but we’re finishing this later, you can get clothes at the boutique.” “Yay, more walking.”

{Halfway to the boutique}

“SOLDIER, ATTENTION!” When I hear a tomboyish voice exclaim this I stop moving, I put my heels together, my head points straight ahead, my eyes focus on nothing, my arms are at my side. As if on instinct. “What?” “LEFT FACE!” My right heel leaves the ground while my left toes do the same. Then I pivot, ending up facing ninety degrees to the left. “FORWARD, MARCH!” I march straight ahead. “SOLDIER, IN CADENCE!”
“IN CADENCE, LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT, RIGHT LEFT, LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT.” My feet were matching my voice, whenever I said left, my left foot strikes the ground “What the hell is happening? Why do I not have control of my own body?”
“SOLDIER, HALT” I take one additional step, then I snap back to attention. “FALL, OUT”
“THANK YOU MAM.” I then regain control of my body, I look around for the apparent drill instructor, but am surprised to see that the only ponies around are the ones staring at me, Twilight included. I look for a few more seconds until I remember the third race of ponies “God damn third dimension”. I look up and see a light blue pony with a rainbow mane. “And you would be?”
“The one and only Rainbow Dash, the fastest flier in all of Equestria.” Something tells me she has this little spiel on speed dial.
“I’ll believe it when I see it” I execute a right face and march off, my face an emotionless mask. “I guess I did have a military background”
“Michael!” Twilight ran up next to me. “What was that about?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. I need to burn some energy. The boutique is this way right?” She nods her head. “What does it look like?”
“It’s a purple building with a base the shape of a circle.”
“A building with no corners,” I look around, taking notice of the architecture. “Seems kind of like a medieval village, shouldn’t be too hard to find a building like that.” “See you there.” I then sprint off, the wind blowing my hair around. The physical exertion making me feel like nothing else. Feeling up for a challenge, I steer towards a pile of crates. I reach them and jump from one to the next, scrambling to the top. Upon reaching it I jump to the nearest roof, laughing like a madman. I then run from rooftop to rooftop, until I take a wrong step and fall through a roof. I open my eyes to see a very shocked family. “Michael Tennison, I work at the library. Come see me and I’ll either pay for it or fix it myself.” I then jump straight up, grabbing the side of the hole. I pull myself up “Sorry about that.” I say down the hole and then run off, making sure to step on support beams. I then see the boutique in the distance “Now how to get down, OH I KNOW. I run past the boutique to the end of the row of houses. “I’m probably going to regret this later, but FUCK IT I’M HIGH ON ADRENALINE!” I leap off the last house towards a river, do a back flip for shiggles, and yell at the top of my lungs “CANNONBALL!!”.
*SPLASH*
I swim to the surface, grinning like a madman.
“That was pretty cool, not as cool as me of course, but pretty cool.” I look to the sky and see a familiar Pegasus.
“Wow, not even a day here and I’ve already got a stalker. You’re not doing a good job though.”
“I am not a stalker”
“Seems like it.” I swim towards the bank of the river “Damn, this is going to be really cold when I get out.”
“I can solve that.” I get out, shake my head to get most of the water out of my hair, and sure enough I am soon shaking from the cold.
“Then get cracking.” She then starts flying in a circle around me, faster and faster until I can barely see her. I feel the suction of the rainbow tornado begin to lift me off the ground, and the water off my body and out of my clothes. After I am floating in the air I notice that I can’t breathe “The suction is forming a vacuum, shit”. I reach out to try to tell Rainbow Dash that I can’t breath, but then she stops and I fall on my ass.
“That may have worked, but you could have killed me.” The look of confusion on her face tells me she doesn’t understand how a tornado works. “Tornadoes form a vacuum in the center, in the vacuum there isn’t any oxygen to live.” First a look of realization, then one of shame and apology. “Don’t worry about it, you didn’t know, and hey I’m dry.” I march towards the boutique. Rainbow Dash flies next to me, and breathes in. I see what she’s doing and interrupt her. “I said it’s okay. You can’t blame someone for something they didn’t know.” She smirks, then laughs a little.
“I was going to ask what you’re name was soldier.”
“First off, I don’t know if I am a soldier or not. I don’t even know who I am. All I know is that my name is Michael Tennison and I’m not from Equestria.”
“How did you get here?”
“Don’t know, I just woke up in a hospital room. Nurse said I had a concussion. If you want to know more, ask Twilight, because I’m not explaining all that again.” I reach the boutique and circle around it to look for the door. I get halfway to the other side when I come across it.
“I need to go, weather needs to be made, clouds have to be kicked.”
“I understand”
I knock three times, step back then move to at ease, my hands are behind my back, and my feet are shoulder width apart.
“The doors open darling.” Unlike Rainbow Dash, this voice is very feminine. I reach for the doorknob and push open the door “Do any of the doorknobs work? Wait, ponies don’t have hands, wow.” I chuckle at my own stupidity as I walk in. I look around and notice a white pony with a flowing purple mane, her Cutie mark was three diamonds. She was standing in front of a desk, elbows “What is that joint called on horses?” resting on it, one hoof holding her chin up while the other was absentmindedly pushing some white buttons around.
“You must be Rarity. I need some clothes.”
“I don’t recognize your voice deary, you must be new to Ponyville.” I chuckle to myself “You could say that.”. She turns around and gasps at the sight of me. “You woke up!” My grin, glued to my face at this point, got a little wider.
“I did?” “Sarcasm, another talent of mine. Wonder what some others are.” “Anyway, could you make me some clothes? I can pay you later.”
“Of course I can. Now what would you like?”
“I don’t really care. Five blue jeans and five T shirts I guess. Color isn’t important.”
“You want a wardrobe filled with the same clothes?” She has a look of complete shock, and a touch of horror.
“Um, yeah. Is that a problem?”
“No, it’s a fashion travesty!” “Uh-oh, this kind of person, er pony”
“I’m sorry, but in my opinion, function before fashion. I want some durable clothes that won’t be ruined if they get wet, like these. If they happen to not be fashionable, as long as it doesn’t hurt the eyes, I honestly don’t care.” She looks at me. “Did I just fuck up?” “But I can appreciate a dressing nice at a formal occasion.” She closes her eyes “I hope I fixed that well enough.”
“Time to get your sizes.” Her horn glows and tape measures, pieces of cloth, a notebook, and a pencil, all levitate around her “I really hope she doesn’t hate me now, that pencil looks VERY sharp.”. I snap to attention, perfectly still, following every direction that leaves her lips.
-Michael
[If the story feels kind of disconnected, I’m sorry because I am scatterbrained as hell. Can’t change how I think though, so either deal with it or stop reading (Please just deal with it)
Question (Does anyone read these? Not the actual question) Do you find my stories interesting? I’m not trying to advertise my own stuff (View counts don’t matter to me), I just want to become a better writer, can you help a brony out?]
-Michael

Chapter 3

After the first minute my mind begins to wander. I don't even know what I'm thinking half the time, I just think. "Does this world have any rules of the universe that earth doesn't have? There was that pink pony on the way to the library. Was it because of who she was, or can some earth ponies do that?" "Okay darling, that's everything." "I wonder how advanced the technology of this world is. Do they even know about electricity?" "Michael?"
"Huh? Yes Rarity?"
"All finished."
"I can move now?"
"Yes darling." She turns back to her desk. I look around with a certain idea on my mind "Theres the door, too mundane, that window, but it's closed, stairs, don't want to intrude on her privacy, and another window, an open window." I move my right foot to halfway off the small pedestal I'm standing on.
"Be right back Rarity." I push off with my right leg, going clear over her head, bending my knees on impact to lessen the fall. "Yet another free running adventure, hope this one doesn't end up in a creek" I dive through the window, rolling to cancel some downward momentum. I end up in a sprinters position and then I'm off. I glance everywhere, taking in all of the details. There's a row of houses, but I did that before, a market, I don't want to pay for a bunch of ruined goods, and a wall in front of me coming up fast. I jump at the wall, place my foot squarely on it, and push off. I turn around midair facing back to the boutique. "The boutique! Hope Rarity doesn't mind." As I rush at the building, I look all over it for anything to grasp. I notice the small balcony over the door. I jump up, grab the poles holding it up, and scramble to the top. I leap at a window, grabbing the sill and pull myself up again, arms beginning to burn from the effort. I reach the second floor, stand on the small balcony to rest my arms for a second, and jump for another windowsill, pulling myself up yet again. I grab the top layer of the building, but my hands slip on a patch of wet roof. "Motherfuc-" I am stopped when my back connects with the second floor roof. I watch through dimmed vision as the balcony gets closer and closer, then complete darkness is my existence.

[I was going to end it here, but I would feel bad for the cliffhanger, and I also looked at the word count.]
{Third}
"Motherfuc-" *Thud*
"What in the hay was that?" An earth pony trots towards the sound. She sees the boutique, something completely normal, and something that wasn't part of the daily routine in Ponyville, something falling *Thud* that had fallen off the side of the boutique. She gallops to the strange form, and sees something that had been the target of much gossip over the past three weeks. A pale individual with brown hair and, from what she had heard, eyes as bright and beautiful as the sky. She looks up and down his body for signs of anything wrong, and she finds some blood dripping from the back of his head. "That ain't good." She slips herself under his body and begins to carry him back the way she came.

{First}
"Ugh, what the hell happened?" "I need to quit waking up like this" I open my eyes and see not a hospital room, but a bedroom. "I need to find out where I am, AGAIN, and what the hell happened to me. Let's see, woke up in a hospital, met Twilight, had conversation with Twilight about ponies, met Rainbow Dash, free run, sizing for clothes, and another free run. Right I fucked up climbing the boutique." I feel my head, my bandaged head. "Whatever, still need to figure out where I am." I sit up and turn sideways, resting my feet on the cold hard wooden floor. I look at my body, I am clothed, except for my hat and boots, socks too. I search the room and find my boots and socks, but not my hat. "Damn it" I put on my socks and boots, and walk towards the door. I walk out of the door and into what seems to be a living room. "Better get out, the peo- ponies here probably wouldn't want someone like me wandering in their house." I look around for a second and find exactly what I need, the front door. I walk out of the front door and hear a sound to my right, a creaking sound. I turn and see an elderly pony sleeping in a rocking chair. "How long do ponies live? Oh god, I hope it's not so short that I am practically immortal to these ponies."
"Howdy!" I jump when I am jarred from my thought process by some pony with a definitive southern accent. "Looks like you didn't get hurt too bad."
"Yeah, my skull didn't crack open THAT much." I chuckle at my own twisted idea of a joke.
"What were you doing on the boutique roof anyway? Oh I'm sorry. My names Applejack and this here is Sweet Apple Acres."
"Names Michael Tennison. It's okay, curiosity oftentimes trumps manners. Rarity had just finished sizing me for some clothes and I needed some freedom. Ah crap I need to get back to her. Which way is Ponyville?"
"Just follow that road right there sugarcube."
"Thanks Applejack." I then run down the road.
"Call me AJ." She yells this in my direction and put a thumbs up over my head to show her I heard.
[Are the italics for the thought process visible enough, or should I switch to underline?]
-Michael

Chapter 4

[Even though the feedback (As of me writing this) says the the italics are noticeable enough, I am still going to switch to underline. Why? Why not? Fuck if I know.]

The pain in my sides is becoming unbearable. It seems like I’ve been running for miles. I look back and I can’t even see Sweet Apple Acres anymore. My lungs are on fire, but for some reason I keep going. “No, I’ve got to stop before I hurt myself.” I slow from a brisk run to the pace of a business man. While I slow I notice how hard my heart is beating. My face feels hot and the pain in my legs, which was hardly noticeable while I was running, becomes almost unbearable “Holy shit, I can really power through the pain” I begin to chuckle, but stop because of a sharp pain in my side. “Fuck, hurts to laugh. I need to sit down for a little bit. That tree looks like a nice spot.” My quick stride turns into a slow shuffle. When I reach the tree I fall onto the ground. My thoughts becoming jumbled and almost incoherent from fatigue “Grass feels nice…”

{Third}
:Back at the boutique, just after Michael jumps through the window:

“Did he just jump through the window? What a ruffian.” She shakes her head with disgust at the thought of getting dirt on her fur. “But he did ask for the clothes, and he said he needed them. I will make them, no matter how…drab they may be.” She moves over to her to a mannequin, but shakes her head. “Silly Rarity, you can’t use a pony mannequin for human clothes.” She mutters to herself. *Thud* “What was that?” She stops moving to see if she can hear anything else, but is disappointed by the silence. “Strange, must be nothing.” She walks over to the desk, floating a pencil with magic “Piece by piece, stitch by stitch.”

“Ugh, not again. What is it this time?” I open my eyes. I remember what happened. I glance at the sun and find that it is getting close to sundown. “God damn it. Am I ever going to get some normal sleep? You know where I don’t pass out.” I get up, but slow when the pain from my legs comes back to me. “That’s going to be really fucking sore tomorrow.” When I get to my feet, I continue on to Ponyville. “God only knows what this place has at night. And I want it to stay that way.”

(twenty minutes later)

I continue my steady jog down the road. I am about to make camp, but am surprised and relieved when I see a smudge on the horizon “HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH, THERE IT IS! Ow.” I continue my relentless pace with renewed vigor at the sight of my destination. “Come on man, just a little further. You can do this. You can do this. I can do this.” “DOUBLE TIME!” I push myself even further, pushing my legs, swinging my arms. I was moving at a dead sprint, not caring about the burning in my legs.

(Five more minutes)

I had finally reached Ponyville. I didn’t stop running because I knew that if I stopped that the exhaustion would catch up to me. “No time for anything special. I need to get this done yesterday.” I run up to a pile of crates, practically a repeat of earlier. I run along the rooftops, much more carefully this time, searching for the boutique. I see it coming up, and jump off of the rooftops. I roll to keep my legs intact, and I keep on running. I run around the boutique. “There it is, my hat.” I reach towards the ground, grabbing my hat without slowing down. I run by the same window I jumped out of, it’s still open.

“I’ll come back tomorrow for my clothes Rarity, something came up. Sorry!"
I pause just long enough to make sure she heard me, then I run to the creek. I grab what seems to be a pole and run to the library, following the same path I did the first time. I continue down the row of houses, occasionally switching rows to stay on the right path. I pass by a hole, and I feel quite a bit guilty. “It’s okay. I know where they are.” I keep on running until I get to the end of the row. The library is just ahead. I place the pole on the support beam, the hay burrowing down on contact, and pole vault onto the library balcony.

“And he sticks the landing. Ten points from the Russian judge.” I hobble forward, the cost of my efforts finally catching up with me. I knock on the door, a sleepy eyed Twilight greets me.

“Hi Twilight. I’ll explain tomorrow. Too tired right now. Which way is the guest bedroom?” She slowly lifts a hoof, pointing at the second door on the right.

“Thanks.”

“Night Michael.”

“Good night.”

{Third}

“Okay, the streamers should go here, OOH I KNOW, the balloons should be the same color as his eyes! The banner is up now. Wait, is that how was his name spelled? Let me just look back in the chapters…there it is. Yes, I did spell it right. Wait, the colors shouldn’t be this bright, he likes camouflage. Maybe there should be a military theme. It seemed that way from how he walked anyhow. Oh, looks like we’re getting to the end of the word count. There are brackets anyway.”
[Saved by the bell is playing in the other room. I just had to put in something.
Question
Is it still a wall of words? If so then tell me how to improve. Unlike most people, I enjoy it when people critique my stories. As I said in my first story, however bad it was (read, horrible), Come at me bro.]

Chapter 5

I run ceaselessly through the vegetation. “Hell, I can’t keep this up.” A bush to the side of the makeshift path rustles. I slide along the ground and a brown blur flies over my head.

“What was that, like the twelfth time I’ve dodged death?” I hear a growl from behind me. I jump up to a low branch and continue my run through the trees.

“Why didn’t I do this earlier?” A scorpion tail comes from above and breaks the next five branches. I dive down, rolling on impact as usual. “Right.” A brown wolf jumps out from a pit in the ground and runs toward me. I plant my boot on its skull and leap over the pit, using the wolf as a step stool.

“That had to have killed it. I am not a murderer, it’s just survival. But why did I feel such a shock through my boot? Bone doesn’t do that.” I glance back and see the same wolf getting to its feet. “Why me?” I keep on running. Running, running, and running. The only thing keeping me going is a flow of adrenaline.

“Wonder how much blood I have in my adrenaline.” The adrenaline gave me fuel, but it didn’t give me coordination. I stumble from sheer exhaustion, and the stumble turns into a fall. I get to my feet, but I’m surrounded.

“You mother fuckers.” I bring my arms up, and get into a fighting pose of my own design. “I may be down, but I sure as hell ain’t out. This day is probably going to end with me in a bunch of pieces, all in a stomach. But I will make you go through Hell to get me.” I had resigned all hopes of living, my only motive was to cause these damned things as much pain and suffering as I can.

A wolf to my right leaps towards me. I lean back and strike its neck as it passes by. *Thunk*

“Son of a BITCH, that hurt. Okay, these are not normal wolves.” I decide to go on the offense and rush at the wolves. I grab two wolves by the neck and slam their heads together. “If I can’t use my body as a weapon, I’ll use theirs.” I hear something behind me, and I pivot on one foot while the other is outstretched. *Clop* “Where have I heard that before?” I continue to kick the wolves to hear the sound. *Clop, clop, clop*

“That’s what it was. It sounds just like Twilight’s hoof steps in the library. These wolves must be made of wood. That’s why that wolf didn’t die when I jumped off of its skull. Steel must be about as strong as keratin.” A wolf leaps at me while I am deep in thought. I am pinned on my back, and the wolf looks down on me. It rears its head, so I lean my head to the side and dodge it, then bash its head with my skull, ignoring the dots that flood my vision. I keep on hitting it until blood drips into my eyes, then I hit it some more. “I said I’d make you go through Hell.” I have to power through at least a concussion to utter even those few words.

I begin to chuckle, but I get cut off by fangs to the jugular. My body goes into shock when the wolf pulls its head back. I can’t send my muscles any messages, but they sure as Hell can tell me what’s going on. The wolves crowd over me, ripping into my flesh. “So this is how I go out. You always wonder.” My vision begins to dim from blood loss. Then I hear a voice calling my name, a familiar voice.

“Michael, you’ve got to wake up!”
“Oh don’t tell me” I open my eyes to see a brown ceiling. I look around and see the inside of the library, and Twilight with a black eye.

“Did I do that?” She nods her head. “Sorry, wasn’t having the most peaceful dream.”

“What do you mean?”

“It would take too long to explain. Unless magic can read minds. If it can, only do it when I say so. You do not want to know what’s going on in here. It almost drives me crazy, and I live with it.” She smiles and nods her head. Her horn begins to glow and I pass out.

[Yes, I did just put in a dream. I’m kind of running out of ideas, just post an idea in the comments and I might get inspiration from it. Hell, it could be such a good idea that I start a new story for it. Any and all ideas are good, except for shipping and clop. Grim dark is a maybe, but nopony/one will die. Sorry about the short chapter, but I was beginning to run on empty. Would anyone be willing to proofread this? If so then PM me your email and I will send you the chapters as I write them.]
-Proofread and Edited by Blaze Burn Crash (I'll let it slide)
-Michael