The Next Conversion

    The sun set slowly on the horizon of the small town, leaving an orange sky to marvel at. The townsfolk dared not look at it though, as it marked the coming of the man who swore against them. The folks rounded their children into their homes, praying they would reach them before he did.

   He walked into the distance, or rather I did. A smile on my face showed I had no fear of the town’s sheriff, nor any of his deputies. My firearm was loaded with no less than the most powerful of ammo and I had kept his weapon in flawless shape to face off with anyone who dared cross my path. As I saw the town on the horizon I pointed the gun to the sky and fired, testing to see if it had any minor issues he would want to deal with before a gunfight.

   BANG

   I awoke on the cold hard floor of my apartment, my body had once more pushed me out of my perfect dream and into a world of pain. Standing up I checked himself for any bruises or cuts; my long, gangly arms were free of blemishes, my tall, spindly legs were as well, my bald, thick skull however had gained a new feature to my large nose as warm sticky red fluid began to flow like a waterfall.

   Taking a few tissues from a box I kept next to his bed I headed to the bathroom and started to try and wash my face of my own blood. The entire room was at one point a bright white, it had hurt my eyes every time I stepped inside. I’d tried to dull it down by painting the walls a deep brown but it only made the white factors more hellish on my eyes.

   It did not matter though, I was about to leave my two room apartment behind for a nicer life in a new land. A land that (At least according to the government) was an endless plantation of possibilities, of beauty and mystery. It was the day I had planned to step into the front door of that bureau and make trails toward the new land. The land of Equestria.

   I walked up to the large building. No! Large was not the word to describe the size of it, it was colossal. Naturally it made sense that it was huge, the bureau had started out as a power plant before they shut it down and eventually bought for this. It was red in color, perhaps the warming color scheme was to persuade the curious that it was a safe place.

   On the building was a sign saying, in big green letters: “Bureau 101: ask about our free tours!” Accompanying the letters were 2 pictures of ponies smiling on each side, one a mare and the other a stallion. The local commercials named them Happy and Sunny, saying that they would be behind you with any decision you made. Their smiling faces brought odd Orwellian feelings to the locals but those new to town loved the child-friendly couple.

   As I walked into the building I wondered if this was the only bureau to advertise or if it was simply the only bureau in the tri-state area, as the commercials on the holo-tube had stated. The people in the room I had meandered into stared at me oddly, as if they had never seen a man like me. Perhaps it was my own fault for dressing as a cowboy, especially in a Midwestern environment. I doubt my appearance was normal but as I looked to the people in the waiting room; a couple with Mohawks, a muscular farmer in overalls, a man in a tuxedo and top hat, a woman dressed in a large, light blue coat, and a small child dressed as a superhero, I felt like I was the only normal person left on the planet. The entire thing was like I had stepped into a bad Gary Larson comic.

   Chuckling at my own joke I approached the counter and rang the bell. As if by magic (It may have been for all I knew) a short unicorn pony with a light yellow coat and deep purple mane immediately stood in front of me, her smile was one of those you’d only see twice in your life: one that reassured that you had nothing to worry about.

“Hello!” she said, her grin unchanged. “Welcome to Bureau number 101! Would you like a short tour of our facility?”

   As tempting as the prospect seemed I decided not to, I would have had plenty of time once I had signed up. I explained that I had wanted to sign up for the conversion and her ears seemed to droop.

“Oh… well take a seat over there and we’ll have a doctor interview you in a short while,” she said in a less bubbly voice. I heard her mumbling something about the tour before she left for what I would assume was the employee’s lounge. I took a number from one of those counter things and went back to the main room.

   As I sat on one of the couches I began to examine the waiting room more thoroughly. The walls were an eggshell white with a light violet outline they were only disrupted by the occasional motivational poster (one for each wall) and a holo-tube they had set up. Oddly enough there was nothing but a static image of a glaring man on it, the vertical seemed to have been broken as the image was constantly scrolling up. Perhaps someone had hit the pause button on a remote and lost it to the hordes of change and batteries in the couch cushions. As I reached my hand into the couch, perhaps as an act of boredom, perhaps as an attempt to find a remote, I stopped as my palm touched it.

   “Number 27 please enter for your preliminary.” I quickly checked my stub and found the number 39 looking back at me. I had plenty of time to kill and I was feeling a bit sleepy, so I pulled my hat over my face and let the darkness surround me. As I shut my eyes I started to wonder about my name once I had turned, maybe something classy like Blazing Saddle or perhaps something like Rusty Spurs or Red Mane. That’s it, Red Mane! A classy and threatening name.

   Hopefully his mane would match his description, lord knows he wouldn’t want to be called Red Mane when he’s all pink. Then it hit me, like a truck hits the side of a barn.

“Trigger!” I shouted loudly and proudly, my hat falling into the man next mine’s lap. The entire waiting room turned to glare at me for doing something so suddenly.

   I sheepishly put my hat back on, trying to hide myself behind the imitation leather. Once the brim covered my face they were out of my mind. What was in my mind now was taking a nap, hopefully I could get back to my dream before I was called in.

OOC: And so it begins. My second story of survival in the face of death. It began as a heavily detailed story but will quickly devolve into a generic action movie. I still enjoy it, just not as much as I wanted too.