That One Lucky Chance

Hey Guys: First up, yes, this is my first fanfiction. Ever. In fact, this is my first written piece of work that I probably will ever put any effort into. Comments and reviews are nice, I'd like to see what people think of my story, plus feedback also helps. It'll give me some areas to improve one. Enjoy!

That first breath of fresh air. The most soothing thing to ever come across a man's lips in the morning. Well at least I'd like to say that if my breath didn't smell like shit and didn't taste like it either. Well, you can't really have everything huh?

My name's Tom. I'm one of those "jolly old fuck-arounds" nowadays. Or at least how people view now. "Now" being the keyword. I wasn't necessarily the one who made a perfect first impression. In fact, I suck at it. The three most common things I get back involve my size, how retarded I am, or how fucking awkward I make situations. Maybe that's also the reason I never get a girlfriend. Anyway, I'm about 6'2, 6'3ish, and still growing like a fucking magic bean stalk. I'm surprised I get myself around the house anymore. I'm a sophmore, and couldn't give two shits about anything. Things weren't necessarily the best for me. I grew up in a town where if you considered a slight bit of weird, you were retarded. No, honestly, they treated you as if you had fucking down syndrome. It's absolutely horrible. Even that, when you do try and make witty comments, they fuck you over with either pushing you out of the conversation, or just talking shit that has nothing to do with the conversation.

It's not the fact that they treat you as if you were retarded that pissed me off, what DID piss me off, if when they didn't listen to a damn thing I say. It was a fucking insect in a web, you're stuck in there until something either sets you free, or the spider just eats your guts out. Luckily, something knocked me off that web.

I was transferred to a trade school for High School with conflicting towns and different schools contributing students to join. This meant that without the help of moving my entire house to another location to start a new life, I was able to move to another school and start over. Surely enough, I was satisfied. I'm no longer considered retarded, however, I was considered weird.

Funny thing is, I enjoyed the fuck out of it.

During these years I was discovered to the true elements of the internet through 4chan and memes. I took a liking to trolling especially, and used it mostly in real life. It felt good to take control, to feel alive, to be somebody. It was here that after my "revelation" as I'd like to call it, is where I sort of self philosophized to myself. I started to think of things that I haven't really thought of before, because all the fuckers that ruined most of my childhood. This included things such as religion, as what questions I had for God coming to hand. Don't get me wrong, I have my opinions, other people have theirs.

After this phase, I became more self conscious with others. This honestly helped me in someways. I developed more of "an opinion for others," meaning I could understand the other persons beliefs and opinions. This is probably why I get along with many people of other religions and political views. (Funny thing though, I don't know ANYTHING about politics haha.)

Around here is where around the peak of my high school feeling came. Around the time the "My Little Pony Friendship is Magic" trend was going on. At was at this peak, me being a massive troll and all, took a liking to. I trolled all the so-called "bronies" to the fucking brink of insanity, and believe me, it was satisfying. But unfortunately, like my lack of "jump-in-and-do-it" personality, I never ever understood the brony's point of view. This is honestly shocking for me now.

Man though, things really do change rather quickly huh? Pretty soon, I began watching episodes of it, actually giving credibility to the show, and reading a few fanfictions, and soon enough, I was a brony. Although I never talked about it. Only to a select few. Going off topic, things started to "slow down."

Slowly, I began to felt that my reputation in school and on the internet was slowly dying away. I thought I lost a good friend of mine, lost track of my grades, and boom, down the drain it went. My life right now, is at a wreck moment. Conflicting with my depression, is my sense of philosophy, comforting me in my time of need. Well, next to my ipod that's about it haha.

These conflicting emotions had gave me a spark though. This spark made me think of humans. Not the species in particular, but their senses and personal thoughts. Now that I think about it, people fucking suck fucks all day (no offense). It's sad to see that so much potential that could've been done around here actually was blown off, like annoying Saturday plans that were quickly changed due to an emergency without a real problem behind it.

I began to see that people's views on certain words grew, such as "common sense", and "normal". First off, common sense. We began to believe so in life, that common sense is simply, what's normal, not what's right, but "normal."

It pisses me off too. My view of common sense, is simply put, doing the right thing. I find more and more stupid people everywhere I go. I'm gunna be completely honest right now, but I'm simply stating my opinion, pop culture and rap nowadays, suck ass. Alot of fucking asses are sucked up and people are sucked up by those ass-suckers by buying and listening to these shit stains I find in their iTunes library. It's sad.

Normal now, Is simply living out your life. What? Everyday I find people simply complaining about their work, or how much they make and income they make for bills and payments and all this fucking worthless shit that would've worked better back in the middle ages.

It's simply well put to say, that I lost ALL hope in humanity. This point in time of thought, is where I am at right now. This point, where I find humanity, a waste of my time, and could go fuck themselves.

Back to My Little Pony, yes I was a brony. The show was probably the only thing keeping me from ripping my eyes out of my sockets and drilling the fuck out of my ear drums. It was my personal stress ball. Kinda like another thing but I'll get to that later. I haven't really met some other good bronies out there, other than a friend off mine in school, and still, he's too busy writing anime fanfictions to give two shits anyway.

Along with this show, I was introduced to weed. Yes, I do drugs. But I was told, AND PROVEN, that weed isn't exactly what it seems to be, but I'm not going to explain it and expect raging wars and newfags posting about how drugs are bad mm'kay in the comments. Did I just break the fourth wall? Yes It appears I did, better mark that new achievement in the records hehe.

Moving on, I wasn't necessarily, a druggy, because I had self control, unlike the people I knew to hate and fucking despise. I knew when enough is enough, and when shit hits the fan. I made sure I'd smell fine before I got into my car going home, I don't actually like being in the same building when my parents get pissed off.

I smoked weed because I could with my friend Bryan. Bryan is the only other person I respected. He was calm, collected, and no fucks or shits about ANYTHING. He was the living embodiment of carefree, of course, knowing his boundaries. He was my "supplier." Normally when i smoked, he was around. He was the one who kept things lively as well. Then, I began buying the shit from him. It was good. It was all good.

Well, things were good, or so to speak, because I have a tale to tell, and a tale to fucking type out. And it all starts out, with some "unfortunate good luck."

This shit stain fucker starts out in a dingy environment. Well, to be more specific, the streets, and I was having a blast wobbling my way down the street from our "dealer." Trust me on this one, me and Bryan, were absolutely Fucked Up.

"Shit dude...." Was the simple statement that I could muster say with any effort whatsoever.

"What? Did you...like....do something?"

"Umm....yeah I did...kinda."

Our high conversations were always one to be recorded because, after every few minutes, we would fucking snicker at our horribly prepared jokes.

"Dude, I need to get back to the house, I need to grab something." Funny thing is, if I hadn't surprisingly remembered this, something special wouldn't have happened.

"That reminds me, I left pack of weed near the intersection next to the street corner, I was trying to hide it from a.... auhh...."

"A police dude?"

"Yeahh that's what I meant haha!"

My friend was one with his own way of words.

"So I guess I'll meet you at you're house ok Bryan?"

"Alright man....yeah sounds good, be there in like....10 minutes." He laughed out.

"Haha see ya." I said.

I turned around and started back for the "weed haven" and was looking for my special something I mentioned. It was Bryan's birthday, and as far as Bryan knows, I don't know. I got him a brand new bong, brand new, polished, and works amazing. I thought he might like it sense it was something to remember us by. I mean, we were bros. For life.

I got inside and surprisingly, it was dark.

"Huh, I swear I left them on..." I said nearly tumbling into a nearby glass table.

"Heh, almost flew...flew fucking highhhhh....." I trailed off as my sense of thought escaped me, oh boy, that new stuff does wonders to ya. I still wonder to this day why the hell I said that.

At this point things felt uncomfortable, mainly because things weren't feeling right. I probably thought it was a new feeling of high I haven't felt before, and just wandered my way back into Bryan's room.

"What was I here for aga- oh right, birthday. Haha derp."

I reached into my back and pulled the brand new bong, shiny, polished, green, and ornate!

It was at this point that I looked up. This is where the 'what the fuck' moments happen. Speaking of what the fuck, my lighter I left on my table was flickering. Weirder still, it was normal flames. The fucking shit was rainbow.

"Wooahhhh." was all I could speak out, knowing my mind was too much on a journey to fucking care what comes out of my lips anymore. The candle was flickering a brighter and brighter rainbow tint to it everytime it blinked. It was then the flame suddenly engulfed the desk it was on. I stood there like an idiot trying to comprehend what I'm watching, when suddenly the flame surrounds me and flashes a bright light. I then right there, saw a silhouette of something walking towards me, before I finally pass out.

After what seemed like hours to me, I wake up to darkness. At this point, I'm still very groggy, and still find myself being stupid, thinking my eyes are still closed.

"Come onnn.....COME ON OPEN!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. It's something that always upset me, If I couldn't do it on the first try, I fucking snap. It's honestly a bad habit I need to get used to. It's at this point that I decide to look down, and find me seeing my own body.

"Well shit......I'm a dumbass aren't I haha. Wait where the fuck am I?" I began to look around frantically.

"Wait, am I dead? Did I die from that fire? Wait also, wasn't that fire a fucking rainbow? Wait SHIT what if I'm being judged right now? CRAP! Sorry! Sorry God for swearing! It's a force of habit I swear to Go- AGH SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO D-"

I was suddenly cut off by an echoed voice. It sounded like a female but I couldn't tell, it was muffled, or distanced, same story, couldn't tell.

"Umm hello? Anyone there?" I croaked.

Nothing. Just silence.

"Great, I'm probably dead, gunna fail judgement, and now I'm hearing things. Well shit. Wait SHIT! AGH I'M NOT GOOD AT THIS!"

After a couple minutes of good old fashioned panicking, I manage to calm myself and lay down. It was then that I heard the voice again.

"Do....it's...ing?"

"I do.......light, it....erous."

I start getting impatient.

"Hey! What's going on over there!? Here. There. SOMEWHERE?!"

Then everything went black.

I slowly found myself to be waking up. Was it all a dream? Damn I need some weed. Hmm I hear somebody.

"Shh shh I think it's waking up.

"That thing bettah keep its distance, or ah'll teach it a special beating us Apples can do!"

"Quiet Applejack! Maybe it's friendly, or simply misguided!"

I slowly regained my senses.

'Ok, so I'm on a floor. Wooden. Surprisingly extreeeemely smooth.. me like. I wond- UGH, my head! Oh god! I feel like I just came back from an all-night stander drinking contest. I better have won. Wait, I don't even drink.'

I slowly opened my eyes and the light flowed into my eye sockets. I quickly blocked the light with my palm and waited till my eyes adjusted. I lift my back up a bit to a sitting position, half asleep, only to jump at the sounds of gasps. And there it was. There was only me. Yeah me. Me and six other colorful looking ponies in the same room.

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