I'm currently lying flat on what appears to be a sofa, and can hear the sound of two muffled female voices coming from the other room.

Unfortunately, their conversation died well before I could properly listen in, forcing me to redirect my attention to my surroundings. That is when I noticed that I had a small audience of various animals looking at me with curious eyes. There were birds flying freely through the air, while some of them perched on nearby household items. There were also quite a few squirrels scurrying around the floor, and climbing up the walls, only to vanish a moment later into a hole or nest. There was also a small rabbit sleeping on the rug directly in front of the sofa, his back leg kicking every so often to the soundless rhythm of life.

As I was sitting there in relative silence, I noticed that everything had an unusual visual appearance. The colours were full of life, while still maintaining a realistic aesthetic. It was as if my perception of the world was five hues higher than normal, giving everything a surreal clarity. It reminded me of an old painting I once admired of a single red rose sitting in a field of black, white and gray. A canvas of death, with a rose representing the only source of colour. Of life.

The sound of movement behind me captures my attention. It took but a glance at the approaching pony for me to remember the events that had only recently unfolded. Up until that moment, I had placed a mental barrier to block the rather traumatizing circumstances I found myself in. But now that barrier is broken, allowing a flood of unwanted memories to flow freely through my mind.

My vision began to blur, though before I could fully leave the world of consciousness, I felt a surge of energy overtake me, sharpening my mind and warming my body in what I can only describe as a heavenly embrace of joy.

"Mr. Finn, there is no reason to fear, I assure you." Spoke a voice of a calming authority. It felt sincere, and perhaps even pure. It took me a moment to realize that I had heard this very voice once before, and that this voice was the reason I had been transported to the land of impossibilities. The voice belonged to a young child named Celestia. No, wait. That isn’t quite right. She wasn’t a child at all, but rather a large white horse with a mane that billowed in a nonexistent breeze.

Darkness began to overtake me again, only to once again be replaced by the surge of energy.

“Mr. Finn,” Celestia began with a mild giggle, “you truly have nothing to fear from us.”
Celestia began to move closer to the sofa, of which she was now standing in front of. Upon seeing what I can only assume was my frightened human form, she stopped her advance, and sat down elegantly on the rug, a warm smile placed upon her equine face.

This seemed to disturb the little white rabbit that had been sleeping soundly a moment before, as the rabbit got up out of his resting position, and proceeded to make various gestures with his front paws, before hopping away and into another room.

Celestia took notice of the rabbits actions, which in turn caused the second voice to speak up for the first time.

“Oh my, Angel! That is no way to behave around Princess Celestia. Now come back here and apologize this instant, mister!” Said the voice, her body still hidden behind the sofa from my view.

My brain simply could not comprehend what was going on around me. While I technically remained conscious, my mind went into a state of shock, causing me to stare off into the space in front of me.

After a long pause in my mental facilities, I began to regain control, and with it, was able to actually formulate a shaky sentence. “Fairy tales…”

“Mr. Finn-” Celestia began, drawing in my attention. She was smiling warmly at me, almost like how a mother would smile at her young child. “I know you may be scared and confused, and I greatly apologize for this massive inconvenience. However, please know that I brought you here for a reason, which will present itself to you in time.”

To be quite honest, I wanted to say something in response. I truly did, but I just couldn’t control my nerves long enough to utter a proper sentence. Sure, I already technically said fairy tales, but that was more of an automated thing. It just came out. Now that I’m expected to actually reply back to a talking horse, well… every time I got close to formulating sound, everything within me constricted. It was like a battle within my mind, and the side of fear was winning.

I’ve never once even dreamed of having an intelligent conversation with a fucking horse, so sue me for my initial reactions. Seriously, this is just too much. Not to mention the fact that I’m not even on the same fucking planet. Or at least, I assume I’m not. I really don’t know where I am.

Of course, that’s when my mind decided to think about my family, and the Netflix session I would clearly never have. My two boys, my beautiful wife. I even thought about my pet cat, for whatever unknown reason. To be honest, I absolutely despised that feline bastard, and yet I found myself thinking about her.

It was at that moment when I realized that I was crying.

I’m not sure how long I had been crying for, but it was clearly long enough to leave a wet stain on my shirt. Up until now, I was crying silently. However, now that my mind has been made aware of my endless stream of tears, my crying has become rather loud. I just wanted to drown out everything around me with my tears, so I held absolutely nothing back.

Celestia was looking at me with a saddened expression of her own, opting to stand up and continue over to the sofa.

Once she was at the sofa, she sort of just sat there. No words were said, no actions were taken. She just sat there, allowing her presence to comfort me. I could even feel warmth radiating from her body, almost like the sun itself was trying to cheer me up from the inside out.

We sat like that for what felt like hours, until finally I could cry no more.

My eyelids began to feel heavy, and I soon found myself losing consciousness. But just before I could fully fall asleep, I felt Celestia wrap her wing around me, providing just enough additional warmth to actually make me do what I thought I would never do again.

Smile.

Author's Note

Hey guys, I'd like to thank y'all for reading, and for being so supportive in chat.

Ending this chapter on a bit of a sad note just felt right to me. Hopefully you guys feel the same way, and enjoy the direction I'm taking this thing.

Anyway, if you like what I'm doing with this story, please be sure to let me know. I should have a new chapter online by November 8th. That should give me enough time to allow my Halloween sugar rush to die down.
Though, to be honest? I suck when it comes to sticking to schedules. So, the third chapter could be published sooner, or later. Who knows? I'm not a psychic.

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