Storage (Revamp!)View OnlineScrewedStorage (Revamp!)"God damn it, Rob." Cameron held the phone to his ear, listening to the recent escapades of one Robert Gerand. Today's top story: third detention. Maths, for copying someone else's work. He sighed. After three years, he really hadn't changed at all. "Dude! That's not even the worst part! The guy LET me copy him! It's gotta be, like, against the damn law to put me in detention!" Rob's voice crackled down the line, his indignant tone obvious. Cameron sighed again. "That's really not the point, man. You should've known you'd get mugged off for it. Lemme guess, the guy denied letting you copy him?" The wall looked particularly pleasing to Cameron's eyes. Anything to get away from this abundance of stupidity. But then again, he had been his best friend for a long time now, so... All is good. Said friend continued to drone on, and on about the atrocities of the school repercussions system. Truth is, Rob and Cameron both separated after their second year of highschool. The former was pulled out and put into a private school, whereas the latter remained in school, and found himself to be extremely talented in the music industry. Rob in contrast was an aspiring author. Two extremes, really. Cameron was currently using the end of his lunch break to talk to his old friend, and as their school timings were just slightly off, the end of his lunch break marked the starting of Rob's, leaving a very small window for them to talk to each other. Running a hand through his light brown hair, Cameron stared at the clock hanging on the large music room wall, above the various drums, guitars, etc. 1:20pm, it read. "Hey Rob, I gotta shoot. I'll swing by later to hang around. Sound cool?" Cameron knew the answer; but asked it anyway as he knew it annoyed the other boy. "Lessons already? Sucks to be you. And of course you can come, ya moron. Stop asking every time!" Rob scolded from the other end. A smile crept onto Cameron's face, and as they both said their goodbyes, the bell signifying lesson five chimed, and Cameron hung up. Wandering down the corridor, which had a window wall to the right, and a wall lined by red key-hole lockers to the left (occasionally interrupted by the odd door), Cameron made his way to the next lesson, which was, Biology. Dang it. "Yeah, see ya man." Rob tapped the hang up icon on his phone, and smiled to himself. It was honestly surprising how long after he left that he and Cameron had both stayed friends. After the long period of time not seeing them everyday, one by one most of Rob's 'old' friends disappeared, completely forgetting him. Bar Cameron, of course. He now had around an hour to kill, and most of his current school friends where in clubs. Boring clubs. Pointless clubs. Rob set out to aimlessly wander the corridors of his school, not caring in the slightest for any passers by. His dark brown hair held firmly in a messy position with hair product, and his brown eyes constantly searching for something to do. His team zip hoodie flitting ever so slightly thanks to the wind. He passed by the Year 11 common room, his common room. There were people in there, and things to do, but they all bored him. Boring, boring, boring. Nothing but the same grey monotonous lifestyle day in, day out. That's not to say his life was horrific, it was actually very comfortable. His grades were good, his athleticism was on point, and his social life was thriving. What wasn't to like? And that was his problem. There were no blemishes, the private school beat all of those out of him in the first year of his transfer. In some cases, literally. He had made a note to himself since then to not try and piss off the strongest in the year. His tie was loose around his neck, top button undone, and shirt untucked. This was about as much as one could get away with in the school without major punishment. During his little venture, Rob picked up a sandwich from the refectory, and a carton of milk. He didn't feel like eating something massive today, he just wanted to walk. Placing one earphone into his left ear, he began to tap his thigh with his right hand to the the beat of Pastel flags, by Anamanaguchi. His favourite band, of course. Walking through the science corridor, which was usually quite full, but seemed almost deserted, Rob walked straight into the wall, that shouldn't have been there. Wait. Cursing under his breath, and staring up and the offending structure, Rob noted that it wasn't a wall, but an old oaken door. A golden plaque was at the centre-top of the door, it read Storage. "That wasn't there yesterday." Rob looked around the other side of the door, and found no room, but the corridor seemingly continued on, as if the door was exactly that; just a door with no connecting room. "I swear, if X-files music starts playing, Imma flip." He muttered quietly. Realising there was no way for him to squeeze in between the small gap to the rest of the science block, Rob took hold of the cold silver doorknob, and with a deep breath, turned and opened the door. Cameron exited the biology room, feeling increasingly more depressed with the next lesson. Physics. He had Chemistry before lunch, and afterwards, Biology and now Chemistry. And awful three lessons, in his opinion. Grumbling to himself as the adolescent trudged to the ill-lit classroom, he took note of the distinct lack of students. Surely, he wasn't that late to physics already? Shrugging his shoulders, he figured it'd be fine. He was ahead of the class anyway. Scratching the back of his neck, Cameron came across a large wooden door blocking the corridor. There were gaps to either side of this door, but they weren't large enough for him to squeeze past. God damn it. Am I too fat? Maybe if I was Year Eight again... He sighed. It wasn't as if the door had a room behind it, otherwise it wouldn't be in the middle of the damned corridor. It was probably just a prank someone was playing, but who the hell puts a door in the middle of the corridor? What a shit prank, he mused to himself. Upon closer inspection, the school boy noticed the plaque at the top of the door, reading Storage. Sighing for the upteenth time that day, Cameron grasped the silver handle of the door and pushed, he was instantly assaulted with a familiar. "Ohhhh~ a sailor went to sea sea sea, to see what he could see see see! But all that he could- Oh hey Cam." There, in the black room lined with shelf after shelf of cleaning equipment sat Rob, cross legged, slap bang in the middle of the room. "Rob. Get out of the school, you shouldn't be here during lunch!" Cameron's face contorted into that of confusion. How was he here? "That's your first thing you say? How about, 'What the hell, there was nothing behind this door!'" Rob flailed his arms for effect, comically and exaggerated. In contrast, Cameron froze, not because of his friends flagrant show of stupidity, but because he'd been right (which was rare). "W-wait. How are you not freaking out about this? This whole scenario breaks the laws of physics!!" The look of confusion was replaced with one of bewilderment at the private schooler. "You're serious. You have literally no qualms about this." Cameron pinched his nose. "Unbelievable. Let me guess, you waltzed in here, singing." Rob beamed at him. Cameron, pausing the conversation, took a moment to survey his surroundings. Dark. Very dark. The room was poorly lit, much akin to that of a dim light bulb, and the room smelt and felt damp. Lined up against the walls were shelves of cleaning equipment, amongst other things like crates, and apparently, broken clocks. The door Cameron had come through had disappeared, which explained why Rob was in there. The room was silent, save for the two boys breathing. It stayed like this for a few minutes, before Rob spoke up. "Hey, do you hear that?" The room fell silent again, and sure enough, there was most certainly a noise, getting louder and louder. Like a struggling vacuum. Both boys turned their heads to the end of the hall, and took note of the wall of white light approaching them. Rob stood up, and came beside his friend, as they both stared at the offending physics breaker. How many times had Cameron sighed today? Too many, and now, it was too many plus one. "Can't we run?" His eyes fixated on the fast approaching light, Cameron consulted his friend. "Nope." Rob turned to him and beamed, "So we best get this over with!" Grabbing Cameron's arm, Rob made a break for the white light, and passed through effortlessly. They both soon found that there was a distinct lack of ground, and the two fell into a long spiraling freefall. The light intensified, and with the sensation much akin to that of being punched in the gut hard, both boys blacked out. In the colourful village that was Ponyville, a group of six mares trotted down the pathway to the library. And when I say trotted, I mean one flew, one bounced, and the rest trotted. The one that was bouncing stopped abruptly (in mid air) and gasped. Tail twitch, body corkscrew, double was twitch, eye wink. Pinkie Pie had a huge smile on her face. The purple a livorno noticed her sense and asked her, "Pinkie, what's up?" Twilight asked, approaching the earth pony. She was soon joined by the cyan pegasus. "Yeah Pinkie, that's a new combo for the sense thing?" Rainbow Dash added. The gravity defying mare simply beamed at them both. "You sillies! It means that we've got visitors from another dimension!" Her smile intensified, and the group all laughed at their friend. Because honestly, What were the chances of that?
SkyfallView OnlineScrewedSkyfallEquestria, a world filled with many wonderful and whimsical beings, predominantly ponies, is paradise. Peace reigns over thanks to its Princesses, and the protecters being the Elements of Harmony, no 'harm'(ony, hehe) could come to them. If some strange being was foolhardy enough to invade this land of prosperity, then they were surely and quickly shown out by the Elements. Having Goddesses in control of the Sun and Moon was always a good bartering chip, too. However our story isn't about any one of these; no, it is about two humans who were misfortunate enough to enter the interdimensional broom closet (presumably owned by a higher being), and thus fell into this world against their will. Well, one of them didn't want to at least. In the blue skies, without a cloud in sight (they weren't scheduled for another three days), a strange black object fell from the endless blue. It was emitting a strange noise, almost like a scream, mixed with an extremely elongated expletive. Ah, yes, this was the one who grabbed his friend and ran into that light. What was his name? Rob Gerand. After a while of freefall, the human hit the ground with a thud. "Ow. OW. OW!" Rob clutched his chest with his free hand, after rolling over onto his back. "That is definitely a broken rib. Fo' sho." He groaned. The last time he'd broken a bone (let alone a rib) was back when he played rugby last season, and had literally just been given the "Ok, you're 100%. Get outta my hospital," talk. That was just his nose though, and he'd already broken it like three times prior, so the nerve endings were probably nonexistent by that point, so it didn't hurt. But this, this hurt like hell. He stumbled to his feet, feeling horribly unbalanced. Noticing his surroundings through bleary eyes, Rob took note of the grassy open field, forest in the distance, and small village somewhere in between. He was stuck in the field, the colourful village some kilometres ahead. Shrugging his shoulders, he figured there was probably a completely rational explanation as to why he went from a damp super-closet to vibrant colour land in 10 seconds flat. He just... Had to figure it out. Rob checked his body for any other damages to his person before beginning the trudge to the small tiny village. Arms still there, Legs still present (but really weak??), Orange glowing hands and thighs, check. Hold up. That's not supposed to glow. Nor are they. Grabbing his thigh with his orange beacon-y hands, he moved the waist band of his school trousers down slightly to inspect, and sure enough, the sides of his thighs were glowing a bright orange, as were his hands, and it didn't show signs of dissipating. In fact, the light seemed only to intensify. Before long, Rob noticed his vision was starting to tint that same orange colour, and noticed his collar bone was glowing, thanks to the reflection of his phone's screen. He shrugged again. There was probably a completely rational... Nah. This shit was just so weird. He tried to walk, only to find his legs rooted to the spot. Rob clicked his tongue as he felt a cold shiver run down his back. It wasn't unpleasant, again, just weird. The boy started to panic, it wasn't normal, whatever was happening. He abandoned all hopes of finding a rational explanation, especially when an electric shock like sensation went through his body, and said feeling was soon replaced by unimaginable pain. Rob stood still, barely tolerating the pain. After a minute, it intensified, and he knew it was too much. Rob let out a blood curdling scream that could be heard from miles away... The group of mares continued their walk down the pathway, stopping off at every house or so to meet and greet the ponies. Though she didn't like it, some still insisted on bowing down to Twilight, and it was beginning to wear on her patience. As much as they all hated to admit it, things had been awfully boring recently, with the same in-out routine everyday, without much excitement in between. Even Pinkie was running out of things to do, but she randomly said those things earlier. Maybe something was going to happen. It was then, that Rarity realised the town was silent. Which almost NEVER happened. Unless she was looking particularly stylish or something, but it was Applejack that pointed the problem out first. "What the? Well hey, girls, look over there? What in Tartarus is that?!" She lifted her hat with a foreleg to get a better look, and with all her friends doing the same, she stared at the wide pillar of orange light just in the fields outside of Ponyville. They all stood mouths agape at the spectacle. Fluttershy, who was just behind them squealed, and the other five marks spun around and noticed a new offending source of light. Like the orange pillar, this one was large, and relatively close to town, however, it's location was almost directly opposite the first beam, and was located in the Everfree Forest. It's glow was a dark and fluorescent green. After a few minutes, the two lights began to fade and eventually disappear leaving a stunned silent town population. Twilight set her jaw. As protectors, they had a duty to find out what caused these phenomenon. "Alright girls, looks like we need to search and find what caused those two lights. We will split into two groups, Rarity, Flutters and Applejack will go search the Everfree Forest. Myself, Rainbow and Pinkie will go scout the fields. We'll all meet up at the library later to discuss our findings. Everypony understand?"The group smiled at her, Pinkie gave a mock salute, Rainbow Dash flexed her wings and Rarity sighed at the prospect of getting mud on her pristine coat. "All right. Let's go!" The group of six split into the separate groups and set off for their destinations at full speed (though slightly less than full speed for one pegasus because she's too damn fast.) Galloping out of Ponyville, Twilight and her two friends Pinkie and Rainbow Dash both set off for the approximate location of the first light beam. Passing through the outskirts and eventually into the open fields, Twilight noticed the electrifying and foreign energy in the area, sending chills down her spine. She couldn't tell if it was evil per se, but it certainly was cold, like an icecube was on top of her horn. Pinkie noticed her discomfort. "Hey Twilight what's got you frowning? Are you sad? Are you angry? Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Ooh, ooh, was it Dashie? Did she u-" She was interrupted by a cyan hoof placed in her mouth, causing her incessant questions to become merely muffled disturbingly moist noises. "Put a hoof in it, Pinkie, Twi is just concentrating on finding the source, so shut it!" Rainbow rolled her eyes at what she assumed was the mumble translation of "Okie-Dokie-Lokie." After around ten minutes more of galloping/bouncing/gliding, the three mares ground to a halt. Twilight found the foreign energy to be astoundingly strong, especially when it seemed to just radiate from the unconscious orange mare in front of them. The Three shivered, two of them weren't even unicorns and they could feel the strange sensation. "Pinkie? Have you ever seen this mare in Ponyville before?" Twilight enquired. Pinkie beamed at her and shook her head, knowing that she'd now have to throw a welcoming party for her. "Dash, can you carry her back to Ponyville? I don't think Pinkie is strong enough, and I need to run some tests while you do." "Can do, Twi! One Rainbow Dash ambulance at your service!" True to her name, Rainbow dashed over to the orange pegasus and hoisted her onto her back. Upon closer inspection, the mare had a cutie mark resembling a lighter orange arrow bursting through a cloud on her flank. It certainly wasn't one that she'd seen before. And her mane, a pale blue with streaks of darker blues, was messy, sort of like hers, but almost like it was spiked up in some places? "Where are we taking her?" Rainbow said as she shifted the new weight to get comfortable. "The Library, of course. We're meeting everyone there, after all."
Shattered CrystalView OnlineScrewedShattered CrystalOn the flipside of things... "God DAMN it, Rob." Cameron cursed violently under his breath, as he stared up at the thick canopy above him. He had no clue where he was, how he got there (besides physics breaking wall of light and dumbass friend), and more importantly, how he survived that huge fall. Cameron knew for a fact that he had broken bones, the pain was pretty clear. Years of kickboxing sort of etched the pain into your brain, and then associated it with different injuries. This definitely felt like a broken rib or two, and maybe even a broken leg. The sounds of birds chirping and various other animals going about their business filled his ears, and thus the boy assumed he probably wasn't in Kansas anymore. Though, he never lived in Kansas in the first place... Whatever. The moments of peace set Cameron's mind into one of extreme calm, and he reflected on his experiences. It always happened when he was alone, and somewhere oddly comfortable. In Year Seven, Rob Gerand crashed into his life and boy, did that shake things up. From a quiet and almost timid boy, Cameron grew into an outspoken and strong teen, one who was selfless as opposed to selfish and always considered the other perspective in things. Yep, he was a pretty decent human being. Though, he supposed he'd have to be. Especially when dealing with his good friend's bipolar tendencies. Sometimes Rob could be a calm and collected, and usually, he was. It made him a funny and enjoyable guy to be around. Though other times, like someone had flicked a switch in his head, Mr. Gerand became a short-lived, angry teenager that would pretty much lash out at anything that moved of even had the slightest contribution to his irritation. Cameron's eye twitched. That guy could be a massive goon sometimes. He delved further into his memories. The two had fought many times. Physically, they were matched. Mentally, Cameron's movements were methodical and planned, thanks to those years of kickboxing, again. On the other side of the coin, Rob's movements were violent, erratic and damn unpredictable. It made the fights long, painful and downright annoying. Though, Cameron supposed that nobody else at that school could've stopped him otherwise. When Rob got like that, there was no reasoning. This was also the reason why the two lacked a great deal of friends. Another eye twitch. Not out of irritation, but one of sadness, melancholy. They had said high school was to be the best time of their lives? Yeah. What a load of shit. Cameron was always seen as an opinionated prick, and Rob was seen as a violent twat. Simply put, the two were hated for almost all of their time in the same school as each other. It was only until the two had moved apart, that things started to look up for them, ironically. Cameron, with Rob gone, was seen as how he really was, a generally nice and caring guy. With Rob at his new school, Cameron had been told that he was a charismatic and generally okay guy. Still, the little switch as still there though, and there were a few fights he knew he'd gotten into. But after all their troubles, things looked up for the two of them. Though nobody is perfect, which must be said. Cameron's main issue was over-ambition. He's hype himself all the time, making the end result seem so much more than it actually was. Then there was also Rob's confidence issue. The switcher. People knocked him when he was already low? Violence always ensued. But, hey, he'd never admit that. The veil of fake-confidence is much too thick. Struck from his calm state of mind, Cameron felt his body go completely rigid. His back arced, and his wrists felt tight. He groaned, whatever was going on, clearly wasn't good. He vision blurred slightly, though he didn't feel tired. A wave of energy ran through his body, and he would shiver, were he not paralysed. Letting out another groan, he attempted to move again. No dice. Whatever was happening, Cameron had lost control of his body. He felt a headache coming on, and another wave of energy passed through his body. His attention was caught by a faint glow in his vision. After some rearrangement, he realised the glow was coming from his hands and collarbone, as well as his forehead (he thought). A third wave passed through his body, this one more intense than the last two, and the lights on his person brightened. Then came the pain. The horrible, horrible pain. Cameron heard the distinct sound of bones clicking and cracking, and his body felt like it was being ripped apart. The sensation was overwhelming, so much so that he didn't even react to the now harsh green light. Cameron felt his hands go numb, and his arms burn like that of an ache after exercise. Except, worse. It felt like his body was rearranging itself. The headache grew into a full blown migrane, and the manhood felt like someone decided they were playing baseball with his nads. Needless to say, it hurt like a motherfucker. He screamed, shouted and yelled in agony as the sensation continued to afflict his body. Cameron rolled onto his front, gritted his teeth and slammed his front right into the ground, hoping to stand up. This proved to be a stupid move, as he fell instantly. Like static shocks now, the pain came in at random bursts. Some worse than the others, some not so bad. Each 'shock' sent an involuntary shake through his body. After what felt like an eternity, the shocks ceased to affect him, and he felt like a measly twig under a hirer's boot, ready to snap in two at any give point. Whatever light was emanating from him had dissipated, and he lay once again, on his front in the middle of the forest. Though, aside from the whole twig shtick, he felt different. Smaller for one. Eventually, Cameron's eyesight cleared, and he was greeted by a pale green muzzle in front of his eyes. He shrieked in surprise. He found the contents of his school blazer around him, phone, overdue letters, the lot. Using the phone's reflection whilst it was lying on the floor, Cameron got a look at himself, and instantly regretted it. Staring back at him was a pale green unicorn with burgundy mane, assorted so it fell down his face. The most distressing find was the lack of find. Basically, he found that his dick was gone. Perfect, he thought to himself (Of course, this was an understatment. Were he not in the middle of nowhere, he'd be flipping all kinds of magical horse shit. It's all about appearences). The rounded-point horn protruding from his head was a paper green, much like that of the decorative material one would receive in primary school, or an arts and crafts club. There was a dark green like glow emanating from it, seemingly mysterious and enchanting. He decided to attempt standing again. Front left leg. Then... The back right? Nope, Cameron face planted. Hind legs, then front legs? Okay, that seemed to work. Walking? Front right, back left, fro- nope. Faceplant again (muzzleplant?). Cameron heard the distinct sound of hooves on the ground, and turned his head up from the ground to see three ponies walking to him. He shuddered. Cameron knew who they were, he just wished it wasn't true. The expected southern accent came to him. "Boy howdy, are y'all the mare who caused that big ol' green light to shine?" Orange-ish earth pony. Applejack. Beside her was a flying pegasus, yellow in colour with pink mane and tail. Fluttershy. And of course, the white unicorn with a fabulous mane and tail, Rarity. The ex-minister mumbled an expletive under his breath, cursing his friend for dragging him through that light. Though Cameron was aware of the light the farm pony referred to, he wasn't sure if he did cause it. Maybe there was something else. He opened his mouth to respond, and was surprised to hear his new voice, "Th-the light? I don't know what you're talking about...?" He winced, the feminine voice wasn't exactly new to him, though it certainly wasn't normal for it to be his own voice. It was smooth, yet young, with a high pitch. "I-I mean, was there a light?" He figured he could play the unknowing card, hopefully it wou- Applejack narrowed her eyes. Shit. Element of Honesty blah, blah. Cameron cursed himself for forgetting. "Huh, y'all are sure ya don't know about them two lights? If y'all are some kinda evil doer, yer partner will be found by mah friends pretty quick." The earth pony moved closer to the downed unicorn, as his ears perked up. Partner? Did that mean...? Rob? "Okay, okay. Fine. I think I caused that light to appear? I don't know anything about it though, so please don't pry." Rarity stepped forward and offered a hoof to Cameron, who gladly took it. "I know it's suspicious, but I seriously don't know anything! Honestly!" He threw that last part in there for good measure. Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Applejack opened her eyes and beamed at him. "Well why din't y'all just say so? Mah names Applejack, that there unicorn who helped yah up is Rarity, and that pegasus up there is Fluttershy." Going in for a hoof shake, Cameron found himself in a very awkward scenario. He needed to think of a name, and fast. Otherwise, the ponies would get suspicious again, and things would get pretty awkward. He chanced a glance at his flanks quickly, just to see if his cutie mark would give any inspiration. Crystal fragments around and teal glass-like rose. "Uh, my name's, Crystal Rose. Nice to meet cha'." After a longish and unstable walk through the forest, the newly dubbed Crystal Rose (though still preferring Cameron), had eventually followed the three mares in front of him to the familiar sight of Ponyville. Familiar, because he'd seen it on the show previously. It was pretty strange being there in perso- Er, pony. Applejack had mentioned he would lead the group to the library, where Cameron would wait in complete paranoia. Was there someone else here? Was it Rob...? He could only hope. Besides, he still had to destroy him for the stunt he pulled in that damn Storage Room. Cameron considered his objectives, the obvious one was get back home, but before that would be find who sent him here, why he was here, and last and probably least right now, find Rob. The unicorn was interrupted from his thoughts as he walked into a surprisingly solid piece of air. He soon found out that it was actually a massive tree, but whatever, same thing. "Y'all ok there Crystal? Did ya ferget ta stop walkin'?" The farm pony sniggered the ex-human's folly. To which he responded with an unintelligible mumble of select words. "Anyway, this here is the library, and-" She was interrupted by the opening of the library door. "Ah! There you girls are! Get in here!" Without anyone at the door, all four ponies were enveloped in purple magic and lobbed into the library. With a yelp, Cameron found himself on his back for the second time that day. "Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, those lights were caused by ponies! We found this orange pegasus in the fields!" (Princess) Twilight Sparkle announced her findings to the second group of ponies, before noticing Cameron. "Wait, who's this?" "That my dear is Crystal Rose. We found the poor thing in the Everfree forest." Rarity responded, picking herself off the ground. They made it look so easy. "So, she caused the green light?" The alicorn made to inspect the green unicorn, whom, was still splayed on the ground. He looked up at her. "H-hello." He stuttered, feeling somewhat nervous under all the attention. "Could I by any chance, meet that pegasus?" He had a method for finding out whether or not this pony was Rob or not, so he was gonna test his theory. Twilight smiled and nodded. "Of course. She's through there. Me and my friends have things to discuss anyway." She pointed a hoof up the stairs. The newly turned unicorn followed Twilight's directions, and ascended the stairs. Upon reaching the top, he was met with what he knew to be the alicorn's bed, and it's occupant was an orange pegasus mare, with shades of blue in her mane, sleeping peacefully. Though Cameron knew better, she was probably unconscious, knowing the agonising transformation the two went through. In any case, it was time to put his theory to test. Approaching the mare, Cameron lifted a hoof, and gingerly brushed the stray bits of mane from the forehead of the pony. There, on the forehead was a straight scar, just above the eyes. That confirmed it. This mare was Robert Gerand, and Cameron let the sigh of relief free. He knew about the scar, as Rob had received it when he was merely a three year old. He had told Cameron that his mother had accidently hit him square in the head with a hammer, when she was nailing in decorations. The poor boy had climbed the ladder his mum was on to see what she was doing, and at that moment, she had wrenched the hammer back and... Well, technically the scar wasn't so much the hammer, as much as it was the young boy repeatedly picking the scab. As for the theory? Well, it was exactly that. A theory. The reason he thought of it though, was that during their walk through Ponyville, Cameron had noticed the scar on his right foreleg, which would've been his right arm, just on the wrist where the bone was broken in kickboxing, the damn thing literally sticking out of the flesh. A small smile crept onto the unicorn's face. Using the same hoof he used to brush the mane, he pulled his hoof back just above the peaceful face of the sleeping mare, as if to land a solid punch. Expectedly, he dropped the offending hoof towards the pegasus's head, unexpectedly however, said mare's eyes shot open just in time to roll out of the way. Upon instinct, the orange pony wrapped her forelegs around Cameron's foreleg, and flipped him over the bed. A loud bang ensued. "Nice to see being a female pony hadn't left an effect on your stupidly fast reflexes." The unicorn, now balancing on his head, shot the mare a crooked grin, which then erupted into a full blown smile at the pegasus' realisation at her new form. A sigh emanated from her mouth. "God damn it."
Your choice guys!View OnlineScrewedYour choice guys!Next chapter is in the works, and has been for a while, thought I keep running into an annoying issue. Let me give some backstory. I AM HOMESTUCK TRASH Thus, I keep finding myself in the hole of "Why the hell am I writing in second-person?" And then, I have to ammend the previous paragraphs. So tell me, good followers and watchers; Should I stick with third-person? Or transition to second-person? Bare in mind that the next chapter will be completed in third-person, and the ones following would progress to second-person. Let me know in the comments! I wanna know!
