Where do they go?

Rick was in school and not very happy. First of all his day hadn't started off great with his younger brother tormenting him and now he went and dropped his pencil in the middle of class and could not find it. Now dropping your pencil might not be a big deal most of the time but in this English class Ms. Powell took no excuse and would have none of what Rick was saying. Sighing he continued his fruitless search for the pencil; however what he could not have known was that his pencil could not be found in that room any longer, for it had done the impossible, the inexplicable; it had jumped to a whole other dimension!

The Princess of Friendship had lost her favorite pencil once more, for such a tidy mare one would come to expect her not to lose something so trivial and useful as a pencil. But no matter how hard she looked, how hard she searched; she could not find it. Returning to her desk rather forlorn at the tragic loss of such a beautiful instrument she could only hope whomever the pencil claimed as it's new owner would treat it nicely for it had served her well. Slumping her head down she noticed something sticking out from behind a bookpile, had she not been so depressed she would never have seen the yellow pencil sticking out of the books not unlike a male reproductive organ. Happily Twilight returned to her work like a Mormon with the new, worn looking pencil she had found.

Now before this story kicks off any farther I believe it is time for me to explain that the ponies of Equestria have no flipping clue how to make pencils and many studies have been conducted on how these miraculous devices have come to the land. None have been proven with significant or liable information. Many ponies settle with the thought of them growing with the plants or having been a part of some lost ancient race before time; I will however explain once this monologue is over on how these disaster-causing, story making, truth screaming, writing devices came to be and how not even Human's make pencils themselves.

The Pencils (Yes it is capitalized), were once a master race worthy of commanding the very universe itself until they got greedy as all great beings are made of greed, deceit and lies are. They were stripped of their title and reduced to mere pencils (this one is not capitalized see?). Their powers were taken but one pencil had been given the power to jump between worlds for it was worthy of such a small gift. It had many offspring and suddenly all the other pencils died in their world of fire and the ones who could jump worlds happily did so, each one reproducing and making more and more offspring till every world is infested with these mystical beings.

Now the true thought of this story was to be where the pencils go when you drop them... but a greater question has been arisen from a statement previously stated. Where did these pencils come from? Where do they go? WHO ARE THESE PENCILS?!

The white ponies in a school carriage.

Just kidding.

We're not racist here.

The dimension hopping pencils all end up in one place when their time is up in a plethora of multi-verses. Their last dying power is given to the great god of pencils. The Pen.

They are then sent to The Land of the Dead Pencils to live out their use as ordinary pencils such as their forefathers once lived, they believed they were cursed to a fate of ordinariness but truly they are something special, for were it not their great magical power Ponies would not have been contrived into the great beings they are now. Truly Ponies are the pinnacle of a civilization? No, that is a story for another day.

The Land of the Dead Pencils, also known as Equestria, where ponies have the ability to use the remaining existence of these glorious beings in hastily writing down a history report the day before it is due. Truly a way many of us wish to die. Who would not want to be a part of this? I know who.

The Pencil Haters

Those blathering baboons who dare use a keyboard and mouse to, yes I daresay it, 'type' their work and progress onto paper. I'm going to move onto a different topic, thinking about this too long will give me Penguin Cramps. Trust me, you don't want those. Like getting an STD, knocking up five different mares at once and then realizing you left your oven on, kind of bad.

In Equestria most pencils will be transported into crates full of other space bending pencils and sent to the nearest library or pencil shop to be sold for a major profit. Trust me those things sell out faster than you can spray diarrhea out of your blow-hole. You don't wanna get caught in the middle of a stampede of crazy, pencil-thirsty, overly-obese, ponies. It is not pleasant to smell 38 different ponies sweaty pits and crotches as they crush you just to get to the closest store that sells these cylindrical pieces of wood.

Not only would you have over 64 different broken bones and destroyed organs, you will probably have Hepatitis and several forms of tetanus as their rust coated shoes trample you. You would be extremely unlucky to survive the aftermath because not only would you be screaming out your tail with pain. But the now diarrhea spewing crowd of Hepatitis carrying ponies would be back and now you have anal fluids in your wounds infecting you with E-coli and other nasty things like tapeworm.

The pencils they now carry would blissfully end your self-centered life with a blunt ending. The ponies most likely furious at you for getting blood on their pencils would now combine their pencils into an autobot and crush you like a tiny bug, effectively erasing you out of existence. (See what I did there?) Now the ponies with their autobot will now destroy the world because you selfishly couldn't step aside out of the crowd's way and let them make a few managers rich.

You disgust me.

Just kidding.

Don't be a lemon.

Anyways the way this all connects in the end is that pencils are dimension hopping objects of immense power that allows the two worlds to interact with each other inadvertently.

Back to The Princess and her new found pencil.

Twilight not knowing the true power with which she wrote upon her sheet of clean paper, continued writing on the paper. (What, you thought she would be doing something else?). For days she used that pencil, brought it with her everywhere actually. A bit compulsively really, that mare loved her pencils.

One day, when Twilight was walking along she dropped her pencil, and searched frantically for it. For pencils were nigh priceless at this time, not many had been coming in through shipping and a pony would do just about anything to get one at this severe point in time. She searched all over the plaza, in the well and found an odd shaped teddy-bear named Timmy but threw it away and a dog stole it. She paid the dog no mind and continued searching through diners, homes, porta-potties and pony's pockets for it. But alas it was not meant to be found any longer by her or any pony for the pencil had moved on to another dimension.

It had moved to the Unknown Shade, the pencils' final resting place to finally find peace.