7:00 AM, 15 of July, 2045
London, England

"No! NO! NOOO-"
Logan Valla's cry was cut short as the icy spear cut through him, killing him instantly.

-GAME OVER-

The man sighed, closing out the game's window and standing up from his chair. 'I've spent hours on that dungeon... stupid Arimfax...' He turned, walking out of his bedroom and down the stairs for some bacon. His stomach rumbled in agreement. 'Bacon it is.' He opened up his fridge, pulling out some of the pork morsels and slapped them on the counter. Grumbling quietly to himself, he set a pan on the stove, hitting the switch and heating up the element. Soon the salty smell of bacon filled the small kitchen. As the bacon sizzled and popped, Logan called up his boss.

“Hey, am I working night shift again?” He asked quickly. " I want to avoid more sudden changes in my plans.”

“Nah, you have tonight off.” His boss' deep voice answered. With a smile on his face, Logan said his thanks and hung-up. Working at a Computer developing agency was hard. And not many 19 year olds could say they did that. But Logan was different.

Ever since he was little, Logan could hack nearly anything. As he aged, his skills with computers only grew. Now, Logan worked for one of the top computer agencies in Great Britain: Enoch Enterprises. He worked in programming, usually writing code faster than the handcrafted machines were made, definitely no small feat. An avid gamer as well, he was also the leader of one of the best DOTA 4 teams in the world.

Not bad for a kid practically fresh out of high school.

Logan stopped his wistful recollection: something was wrong. A putrid odor filled his nose. 'What's that smell?’ He thought, suddenly looking at his frying pan. ‘Well, there goes breakfast.’

As he threw the burnt offerings away, Logan walked to the window. ‘What a beautiful day’ He thought as he looked outside. ‘I’ll go for a walk. Get some air. Then to destroy Arimfax!’

At least, that was Logan's plan before realizing his boss had only let him off the night shift, his regular hours were still on.

"Shit!" He yelled, running towards the front door, keys in one hand, keyboard in the other. His somewhat impressive speed paid off, getting him to his workplace just before the official work day started. ‘Whew, nailed it!”

The rest of the day went on it’s normal path. Code was being written, coworkers were acting nicely, and it was a productive Friday.

So why did something seem... off?

Logan certainly didn't know, and honestly, didn't care much anyway. All he could think about was his trip to America tonight for the latest Gamescom, where he'd be giving a speech on DOTA tactics. That, and his underground semi-convention of people who like the thirty year old show My Little Pony, Which he found while surfing some older websites, including his favorite, Fimfiction. He was planning on showing his idea for his latest fic at the Fimfiction section, as he was a well-known and liked author on the site.

A few hours later, Logan found himself on the plane to America. As the flight progressed, Logan pulled out his laptop and started delving through the dungeon he played through earlier. However, he found himself slain once again by the demonic Arimfax. With a groan, he shut his laptop and closed his eyes.

Logan’s eyes shot open when he heard a strange chuckling. Sounds familiar... Too familiar... The youth's eyes darted around the plane, spotting the pilot's door closing as he looked at it. He quietly rose from his seat, careful not to be seen by any flight attendants that might pass by. He quickly reached the door, and was terrified of what he saw behind it.

There was a figure, humanoid in build, but taller and more muscular - and with crimson skin. He (Can I calll it a he?) was garbed in dark purple armor, the deep, royal color seeming to swallow light from wherever it came. There was a cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders, rumored to be made of dead souls he had claimed in his long, long life. His helmet was forged from the bones of the legendary - Fake! - Mæonian Drakon, and was designed to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents. He carried twin sabers in his greaved hands, swords seemingly crafted from stone, but was really a ethereal mineral called Θthara. The blades themselves, each four feet long, were the blades Excalibur and Clarent - Swords of the elements.

How did Logan know this? He had seen this particular being multiple times throughout his life, and had already met him today.

"Arimfax."

The demon lord smiled, baring sharp insicors where other teeth should have been.

You will make a fine host, child of Gaia! With that, he drove his swords into the floor, blowing the cabin apart in a flash of fire, sending Logan plummeting towards the ocean, destined for death.

“Nooo!” Logan screamed, waking from his sleep, much to the annoyance of the other passengers around him. Muttering an apology, Logan made his way to the cabin, only to find the pilots dead, and the console fried. ‘What the ---” Was the last thing going through his mind as the plane hit the ocean.

~*~

Logan woke up in a forest, gasping for breath. He opened his eyes, only to screw them shut again. ‘Too bright’ He thought to himself as his eyes slowly adjusted.

When Logan could see clearly, he found himself in a clearing. ‘This doesn’t make any sense. Where’s the ocean?’ He thought as he looked around some more. He didn’t look long before his eyes hit a plant. One particular plant that he believed to exist in only one dimension

"No..."

It was a small plant. It laid on the ground and sprouted many blue flowers. Logan knew the name of the plant. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not say it. Poison Joke. Native to. . .

“Equestria?”

‘Ok... calm... stay calm… deep breath...'

He glanced around, spotting a large spire off in the distance. The old castle of the princesses? I must be in the Everfree... better start moving, it'll be dark soon enough.

And as he walked towards the olden castle of equines, he paid no attention to the shadows at his feet, seemingly dissapearing into the unaware youth.

Author's Note

Ta-da!
Paradox did the original morning, backstory, and plane parts, and I edited and filled in the gaps.
If you happen to follow one of us because of this, be kind enough to follow the other writer, this was a two-man job.
~Wywint
-Paradox_Theory