Worlds Combined

Welcome to my life. I am 16 years old, have a secondary Youtube channel with 5 subscribers, and am a typical nobody. I always blend in, nobody notices me. I was a happy, average person. But then someone had to ruin my life. I was enjoying my summer, on a beautiful day in July. The wind blew past me. The walk sign turned to the little walking stickman and I went on my path. I closed my eyes for a second, and it might have been my last few seconds of happiness. Some idiot in a Corvette decided to test his limits and ran straight into me. I was oblivious, I didn't feel it hit me, I just blacked out and drifted into a world of unconsciousness. As i lay there, my arms and legs bloodied severely, about ten people called 911 at once and about fifteen more decided to help me out. As ambulances and police cars pulled in, I felt several arms touching me as I was hauled into the ambulance.

FIFTEEN DAYS LATER

I slowly crawled back into existence, all my limbs limp, slow, normal breathing. My arms and legs healed immediately, since I lucked out as to not get anything broken. There were extremely bad gashes on my knees and elbows. My unmoving legs made me kind of scared, but my arms worked fine. My right arm hurt a little, though. I heard a heart monitor, kicking me into action. My heart sped up a bit more, as I opened my eyes to see an empty hospital room, with a card beside me from my parents. "Get well soon, Andrew!" it said. My parents were always worried about me, at least my mother didn't have a heart attack when i got hit by... whatever it was. Probably an idiot in a car or something, I assured myself. The door opened slowly, as I heard voices coming from the other side. Nobody came in. But I heard steps coming towards me. What in the hell is going on? There seemed to be two people wearing boots, as i heard four footsteps at once, and they made a weird clop sound. As a brony since 2011, I matched that sound to the ponies from the show, but I paid no attention to whatever was going through my mind. I heard a sweet female voice say, "Mister..." She  probably looked at a clipboard or something, "Andrew Seymour. Your tests have gone through normal, you were knocked out for a fortnight, and you lucked out with gashes on your arms and legs, nothing broken." I looked around, seeing nobody. "Where are you?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she said, "you weren't awake four days ago. A portal opened between dimensions, and ponies such as me can enter the real world freely. Your 'brony' community took very kindly to us being here. As such, your group of UN officials declared us as a second primary race on your planet." Thoughts rushed through my head. I can't believe it. It's like one of those fanfics on those websites! I decided to accept it and looked down. There was a light purple alicorn mare with a pink and dark purple mane. Her cutie mark was a star with some twinkles around it. But she looked so alive, so real, not cartoonish at all. Her mane flowed with the fan on the bedside counter. I gaped. It was... Twilight Sparkle!