I’m chasing the shadows that dart around corners just as I nearly reach them, screaming to the girls to hurry up, to move faster, to fly harder, to catch it.
We have to catch it.
I can’t see it, but I can feel it, right ahead of us. Closer. Closer. It’s almost through, we need to be faster or we won’t stop it.
We go faster, but not fast enough.
I wake with a start as the first strains of music filter through the speakers of my phone. With a groan, I lean over and tap the screen to activate the snooze button on my morning alarm.
I really ought to change the song, or at least set it to a beeping or buzzing noise like most people. Sympathy for the Devil is a great piece, but not the kind of thing you want blasting in your ear at fuck o’clock in the morning.
Fucking Rolling Stones disturbing my sleep.
I roll over and try to enjoy my nine minutes of almost-asleep bliss. I was having a dream before I woke up, too. What was it again? …Something about tunnels and flying.
The alarm sounds again and I strongly contemplate just turning it off altogether and taking another half hour’s sleep before my mum comes to check on me at seven and kicks me out of bed. Sure, I’ll miss the bus and be late to English, but it would hardly be the first time. When I reach for the phone though, a nagging… something in the back of my head stops my hand, and I give it a half-hearted glare at its betrayal. Since when did my subconscious give two shits about whether or not I was late to class? With a sigh, I sit up properly and am finally able to turn the phone off. I don’t even bother thinking about trying to sleep again, whatever force that made me get up is now propelling me towards my bathroom to shower.
Weird. Of all my natural instincts and inclinations, making an effort to arrive to class on time has never been one of them. Ah well, when in Rome.
I shut my bathroom door behind me and turn on the shower, throwing my pajamas off as I go. The minute I step into the hot stream, I feel some of the tension in my body relax. The shower is always my place in the morning, the place where I can wake up and still relax. I’ve actually been late to school more times for spending too long in the shower than for sleeping in. The tally is thirty-nine to eighteen last time I checked.
I can’t help it, the water makes everything quiet.
As I pull some shampoo through my hair, I mentally run through what homework I did and did not do last night. Right… completed History, half-assed English, didn’t even start on Science, Math, or Health. So do Science during History, Health during Science, and Math at lunch. Problem solved.
I linger in the warmth of the shower as long as I can before my new, actually cares subconscious thingy pulls me out from under the water and into my now pleasantly steamy bathroom. Grabbing my towel, I wrap it around myself and snatch the smaller one that had been hanging next to it to rub the worst of the moisture out of my hair.
I glance up at the mirror and freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Nestled amongst my short, choppy black hair, where an electric blue patch was last night, is a pink and purple stripe that seems oddly familiar. I stare at it, and my stomach lurches. I may have a strange sense of what is and isn’t important to remember, but I know no matter what that I would recall doing this to myself.
My mum banging on my door and yelling for me to hurry up shakes me from my reverie. Shit, all this trouble and I’m still going to be late. Right, get dressed now, panic about sudden new hairdo later. I burst out of my bathroom and hurriedly pull on jeans and my worn through Mock Trial sweater, grabbing my green beanie at the last minute to hide my hair from my mum.
As I dart out my door, I hear a sort of whisper behind me, like an echo of a scream from the far end of a tunnel. I shiver and stick the sudden feeling of dread at the far corner of my mind.
I throw my bag down on the floor and lock the door of the teachers’ bathroom behind me. I technically shouldn’t be in here, but it’s the only bathroom with a lock, so it’s the only place I’m assure privacy. I stalk over to the mirror and rip my hat off, glaring at the mussy pink and purple mess amongst my curls.
The hair has been bothering me all morning, so much that I couldn’t concentrate on any of the things I normally do while trying to fill the boring space that is English class. If I can’t concentrate on mentally visualizing what today’s argument with Jane will look like, or at least choose today’s ‘block out the terrifying hallway noise’ song, there’s definitely a problem.
A strange little part of me actually wanted to participate in the class discussion, something I haven’t bothered with since week two of the school year when the teacher stopped calling on me because apparently I can’t be the one to name the theme of the story and explain the purpose of the theme. Screw her.
Yea, definitely something wrong with me today.
As I inspect my hair in the mirror, I feel the same strange whispering calling to me as I did this morning. Instead of ignoring it, I stop focusing on my reflection and chase after the almost sound that keeps darting around my mind, trying to bring it into focus. Suddenly, like finding the right frequency for a particular radio station, I feel my fingers wrap around the pink and purple strands, and I can hear…
…And honestly, the lack of effort you gave in your class. There must have been some mistake, there’s no way any counterpart of mine could be so… so… Nonchalant about her studies! Do you not care about…
I jump back and wrench my hand from my hair like I’ve been burned, staring at my trembling expression.
That’s new.
That’s new, and definitely not fucking normal.
I realize that the voice has gone quiet and I feel a shudder run through my body. It saw me react… It… That’s not me, that thing is definitely not my voice. It… I…
Oh fuck. I know that voice.
I swallow, and open and close my mouth, trying to force a sound out. I should go, I should run straight to the nurse’s office and tell her to call a psychologist immediately because I definitely finally have lost it.
Instead, I focus on trying to get my voice to work. “Twi… Twilight Sparkle?”
I feel the thing freeze inside of my head.
Oh my Celestia, can you hear me?
I blink once at my reflection before I feel the sharp crack of the tile floor against my head as my legs give out under me and I fade into the black.
Faster.
Faster.
Someone banging on the bathroom door wakes me up. Opening my eyes, I squint at the bright lights clouding my already blurry vision and vaguely wonder why my head hurts so much.
Oh yeah, fell down after hearing a pony princess in my head. Right.
I slowly sit up, feeling dizzy, and try to focus on the voice I can hear coming from the other side of the door.
“Is anyone in here? Are you alright? …I swear if it’s a couple of kids in there who snuck in to smoke or fool around, you’re in big trouble!”
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. If I get caught in here, I’m never going to hear the end of it. I wince as the pounding against the door continues. It’s Ms. Winters too, the one teacher I actually sort of like and don’t want to piss off.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear its… Twilight’s voice panicking as well. I do my best to shut her out, that’s hardly going to help now. Probably imagining it anyways… Probably.
I clumsily stumble up off the ground and grab my hat from the sink, yanking it as far down on my head as possible. Looking around, my eyes settle on the mid-sized window that opens up to the woodsy courtyard out back. Better than nothing.
With a nod of confirmation to myself, I unlatch the window and push it open, before hoisting my bag out of it and slipping out behind it. Dropping to the ground, I place my hand against the wall to steady myself for a moment, and then grab my back and double time it away from the school before anyone catches me. It’s a twenty-minute walk back to my apartment, but better that than risk one of the bus drivers ratting me out. In this town, everyone knows each other.
I note with blessed relief that the buzzing noise flitting around my head has stopped. Maybe she’s gone for good… I doubt it though.
Either way, I need an Advil and access to a computer to research signs of Schizophrenia. I already know hearing voices is one, but I somehow doubt most people hear cartoon horses talking to them.
The minute I unlock my front door, I slam it behind me. Screw trying to keep a low profile so that the neighbors don’t see, this headache is starting to kill me. Throwing down my bag onto the table, I yank open the pantry door and rifle through until my search turns up my prize. Taking a pill and swallowing it dry, I close my eyes and vaguely feel myself slump to the ground, back against the kitchen counter. I realize I’m shaking, and do my best to take deep, calming breaths.
In, out.
In, out.
I don’t know how long I sit there, but eventually the worst of the headache starts to recede. Unfortunately, that apparently seems like an invitation to my new resident head-voice.
Are you alright?
I moan and bury my head in my knees, feel myself rocking back and forth slightly. She’s still there, she’s still freaking there. I’m crazy, completely insane. They’ll lock me up in some psychiatric ward and keep me there to the end of my days. I won’t survive in a hospital. Mental patients aren’t allowed tech, are they? I won’t last without my computer. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…
Stop it! I can feel you panicking!
A hysterical chuckle escapes me before I can tamp it down. “Sorry princess, but given that I’m talking to a fictional horse inside my own head, I think I deserve to panic a little.”
I can hear her snort.
I am not fictional! Though how you know my name is incredible…
I sigh. “It’s not, it’s really not. Jesus fucking Christ, I’m really talking to a Twilight Sparkle in my head. If Mum finds out just how far round the bend I’ve gone, she’s going to kill me.”
You aren’t crazy. Please, allow me to explain. My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I have come to you from Equestria because-
“I know who you are.” I mutter, cutting her off. “Which doesn’t exactly assure me I’m not losing my mind. It would be like me to dream up a pony that talks to me, though why I would pick the one that would complain about my lack of focus in school I have no idea.”
Well, I’m sorry, but I do think your attitude towards learning is appalling. As much as I believe in everypony to their own ways, you are obviously gifted and just not bothering to try! I could sense that you understood all the answers in class far faster than the rest of your peers. You just don’t care to participate!
I groan and flop properly to the ground so that my head is resting against the pleasantly soft carpet. “Great. Not only am I stuck with a pony princess, I’m stuck with a prissy one at that. Dear God I never really bothered to believe in, please send Fluttershy instead, she’s less annoying.”
Hey! We’re supposedly counterparts, so we’re stuck with each other for now. We might at least make an effort to get along!
“Alight then.” I mumble. “Hullo new figment of my imagination, I’m Andie. Welcome to Earth.”
That’s an unusual name.
I roll my eyes. “That’s what bugs you? Not the fact that you’re on Earth and not Equestria? Andie is short for Anderson. I don’t like Grace much, so I use my last name. Any questions?”
Quite a few, actually, but I imagine you have a few more pressing ones.
“Wow, a Twilight Sparkle that lets someone else ask questions before her. That’s a first. Right, my main question would be: Why are you in my head, and how can I get rid of you? Actually, strike that first part, I don’t think head-voices normally have a reason.”
I’m in your head, because apparently we are counterparts in this world and mine. You can’t get rid of me, I’m stuck here until I find the girls and track down the one we came here after.
“And that would be?”
That’s the thing actually… I don’t really know. Assumedly she’s out here somewhere, but she’s likely managed to retake her original form from this world… and we don’t really know what that is.
I snort. “Sure, ok, fine. Excuse me if I find all of that very hard to believe.”
I hear her sigh.
Why are you so insistent that I am nonexistent?
“Wouldn’t you be if you woke up with a voice in your head?”
…Fair enough. Though, honestly if I’d known I would be only occupying this world as a mental state in my counterpart, I would have prepared some sort of demonstrative proof that I am real.
I slowly pull myself to my feet and begin a slow trudge over to my room. I need a nap. “You keep saying that. What’s a counterpart?”
Equestria and your world occupy different dimensional planes of reality. However, every dimensional plane is more or less made up of the same brands of magic, so each unique essence that matches up between dimensions resides in one’s counterparts. Basically, if you were to define my essence as ‘element of magic’, for example, then your’s would be too. Apparently, jumping the gap the way we did linked us with our counterparts, as outside forces from one dimension cannot normally exist in another. So voila, I’m in your head.
I yawn. “Great story, Twilight, but that doesn’t exactly convince me you’re real. That’s hardly much different from some of the weird theories of existence I’ve thought up when I’m really, really bored. Besides, my world doesn’t have magic.”
How do you explain my natural highlights in your hair then?
I freeze with my hand on my doorknob just as I am about to enter my room. “Trick of my rather messed-up brain?”
It’s a physical marker of my presence in your mind, possibly not even the only one. The longer I’m here, the more aspects of myself will entwine with you.
“So what?” Fuck, am I actually starting to believe this? “Am I going to sprout wings or something?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Twilight?”
I… I don’t know.
I shiver slightly and force my door open, shutting it firmly behind me. “Well that’s bloody helpful.”
All of a sudden, I can feel Twilight’s own fresh panic bouncing around my mind.
Why is there a picture of Rarity on your wall?
I blink. Oh… Right. That. Shit.
Ignoring her, I slide into my bed and wrap my blankets around me. “Give me a few hours, oh prissy pony princess voice in my head, and then I’ll explain to you the reason why I know who you are, and about the wonderful television show you’re a star of.”
I fall asleep with Twilight’s panicky questions ringing in my ears.
Entertainment and Reality
Wake up!
I jerk upright, flailing my arms as I somehow tip myself out of bed and meet the wooden floor face to face. I groan and push myself off the ground, contemplating just how much bodily harm I’ve managed to inflict on myself in just one day.
“Goddammit, Twi… Would five minutes have hurt?”
The response I get is cold at best.
You were asleep for nearly three hours. That was hardly the first time I tried that, it was simply the only time it worked.
I sigh. “Alright, fair enough. Just… give me a minute, okay? I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
And yet you didn’t have your English homework done.
“Hey, there was a Jurassic Park marathon on, my hands were tied.” I grab my pillow and prop it against the wall behind my back, then wiggle my phone out of my jeans pocket and check the screen. No panicked texts from Mum, excellent.
What’s- Never mind, right now I want answers about how you are aware of my identity.
I roll my eyes. “I already told you, television show. You do know what those are, right? I mean, t.v. existed in the Equestria Girls’ world, so…”
Yes, I did learn about television in that world, but- Hold on, ‘Equestria Girls’?!
“Yea, though I imagine you probably just thought of that as ‘Canterlot High’ world or something.” I grab my laptop off of its resting spot on my bedside table and boot it up, opening YouTube and quickly typing into the search box. “Regardless, television exists here, and well, that’s how I know your name. It’s not some miracle, a good portion of the world is at least vaguely aware of who you are.” With a grin, I click on the video that pops up and enjoy Twilight’s silence as she and her friends appear on screen. It’s a scene from Rarity Takes Manehatten, I think.
As the clip plays, a panic that is definitely not my own starts to assault my senses like an oncoming storm. I frown and can’t help but flick myself in the forehead. “Stop that, it’s really annoying.”
Oh, excuse me if my panicking is annoying you! What did you expect? How would you react if you saw yourself on that screen?! I’ve just found out my entire life is privy to a million other eyes, so I think I’m allowed to freak out a little!
I flinch as Twilight’s panic reaches a new level in my own mind, followed by a wave of nausea. It feels way too much like sensory overload to me, and I instantly clap my hands over my ears as Twilight’s voice goes shrill in a futile attempt to block it out.
What, are me and my friends just some sick form of entertainment for your people?! How are you even able to see us? It shouldn’t be possible!
“Twilight…” My voice is faint as I slam my eyes shut to stop the sudden headache dancing around my head. “Please stop. Calm Down.”
Calm down?!
I whimper and barely register the quietly murmured oh from Twilight, but feel the grip of the mental hurricane slowly recede as she seems to take a few deep breaths. After a moment, I straighten up and let out a sigh. The flurry of emotions that aren’t my own are still there, but they no longer seem to be grappling with my senses for control.
I’m so sorry. I just… panicked. I didn’t mean to do that to you. Are you alright?
“Just… give me a minute.” I mutter, running a hand through my hair, flinching away from the differently textured strands of the pink and purple patch. “Jesus Christ, is that what I’ve been doing to you all morning?”
I can hear her chuckle in response.
Sort of, though I don’t really have any of my own senses to get overwhelmed, I suppose.
I wince. “Sorry.”
It’s fine. It’s not like I’m not used to dealing with panic attacks.
I grin slightly. “Ah yes, the Lesson Zero incident. I remember that.”
I… Lesson Zero?
“Erm, that time you forgot a letter to Celestia and ended up enchanting Smarty Pants.” My small smile falters as I feel a slight resurgence of nervousness from Twilight. “Sorry… I guess having your dirty laundry known by a complete stranger would be a bit scary, huh?”
Yes. It, um, it is a little. I’m trying to go about this as calmly as possibly, but… Well, perhaps it’d better if you just told me.
I sigh and close the laptop, climbing back up on to my bed and staring at the ceiling. “Ok, well, you're part of a show called My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, in which you and the other Elements of Harmony are the stars. Of course, Spike and the CMC are also predominant characters, but regardless… There are four seasons that more or less chronologically follow you from your defeat of Nightmare Moon up until your battle with Tirek. Oh, and there are two movies featuring your two visits to Canterlot High. So yes, people who watch the show know more than a bit about you. However, if it makes you feel better, I’m ninety percent confident what we see isn’t the whole continuity of your life, and we’ve never seen you in the bathroom or drunk or anything.”
I hear Twilight sigh.
A little bit, yes, but that still doesn’t explain this. It shouldn’t be possible! Different dimensions of reality shouldn’t be accessible to one another!
I snort. “Of course. Most people would freak out about their lives being on display for an hour, but Twilight Sparkle gives it five minutes before moving onto the impossibility of the situation.” I chuckle at her echoing snort. “At least you’re practical. “ I sit up slightly and give the situation some thought. “No one here knows anything about alternate dimensions of reality, princess. My Little Pony is an animation created by the illustrious Lauren Faust. A bunch of people write it and animate it. Hell, you have a voice actress, God knows how that works if this is real and I’m not just crazy.”
But that doesn’t make any sense! I… I must speak to this Lauren Faust at once!
I roll my eyes. “Not possible. Even if we could get within five feet of her, the minute I opened my mouth we’d land ourselves a cozy spot in some psychiatric ward for an undetermined amount of time. I’m not particularly keen on wasting the rest of my high school career doped up on meds in a maze of never-ending whitewashed walls. So… No. Not going to happen.”
But this might be the only opportunity to understand how this works! We have the opportunity to be the pioneers of inter-dimensional research! Besides, I… Um, I want to know exactly what in my life people are watching.
With a sigh, I sit up and gesture to the Rarity poster on the wall. “I can tell you that. I may not be some uber-fangirl of the show, but I have seen more or less every episode in my usual attempts to kill time. As for ‘inter-dimensional research’, your just going to have to accept this is what it is, even if it doesn’t make sense. Who knows? Maybe that’s how all dimensions are connected, and we’re all actually just forms of entertainment for one another.” I blink. “That’s a pretty scary thought, actually.”
How do you think I feel? Though I suppose that is an acceptable explanation for now. There are more pressing issues to deal with, anyways.
“Exactly! For example,” I point at my head. “No offense, but how do I get you to leave? The less time I spend talking to myself, the better.”
She huffs.
I already told you, I can’t leave, and I do literally mean can’t until we find the creature the girls and I came here after, we’ll need a connection to her brand of magic to trigger a re-opening of the dimensional void.
I sigh. “Perhaps my time would be better spent researching mental illnesses, after all. Ok, assuming I decide to go along with all this, what exactly are we going after, anyways?”
For once, I don’t get a response. “Twi?”
To be honest, I don’t really know. She’s an old… problem that Celestia thought she had dealt with centuries ago, but she suddenly popped back up into existence and since then everything has just been a race to track her down. Her true identity is a mystery, even to Celestia, but she is incredibly dangerous. She’s… a jumper, of sorts. There are a spare few in existence with the natural ability to transverse dimensions, and she is one of them. We don’t know where she originally came from, but she holds no qualms about ripping apart worlds just for her amusement. She came to Equestria to access the link to your dimension. The girls and I followed her through in an attempt to stop her, and I…
“And you woke up in my head, gotcha.” I frown. “Gotta admit, sounds like you didn’t really think that one through, princess. Do you even know what it is she wants with my world, or how to find her?”
…No.
I sigh. “Bloody brilliant. Does our great villain have a name, then? Or do we just refer to her as ‘she’?”
Twilight huffs in response.
Hey, if I’d known I’d be jumping dimensions I would have prepared a bit more information, we didn’t even mean to follow her through. We just… weren’t fast enough to catch her. As for a name, Celestia refers to her as ‘Traveler’.
I shrug. “Traveler, works for me. So I suppose…”
I’m cut off as I hear the front door open, and Mum’s voice call from the living room.
“Andie? You home?”
I start and jump up, erratically smoothing down my hair before grabbing my hat out of my bag and pulling it over my head. “Shit, my mum’s home. Stay quiet for a minute, alright?”
I hear Mum call again, a little more insistently as I dart across my room and pull open the door just before she reaches it. She’s standing outside, hand poised to reach for the doorknob, and I offer a guilty grin when she quirks a confused eyebrow at me.
“So you are home. I though perhaps you’d been called out to an emergency Mock Trial meeting, or something.”
I wave my hand at the suggestion and dart past her, headed for the kitchen. “Nah, they won’t start panicking till competition time in March, so unless someone’s made a huge breakthrough on approaching the case, or Cole’s really screwed something up… again, they’d have no reason to hold an unplanned meeting.” I open the pantry door and rummage through, looking for something sweet.
Mum wrinkles her nose and hands me the package of Oreos off the top shelf. “Only two.” She grabs the jar of peanuts and pours her own snack into her spare hand. “You know you should be a little less hard on that boy. I doubt everything that goes wrong in that group has to do with him alone.”
I roll my eyes at that. “You haven’t met him. He may be well-meaning somewhere deep inside…” I shrug. “Really deep inside, but he’s still got the attitude of a white male supremacist with the socio-political views of someone who belongs in the deep south in the mid-twentieth century. My personal feelings on his views aside, half our team is Asian, he’s basically asking for trouble. I think I actually dislike him significantly less then everyone else, I’m just the only one comfortable telling him to shut it.” I trail off and steal a third cookie when Mum isn’t looking. “Hell, I don’t even really dislike him. I just think he’s ignorant and doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.”
Mum purses her lips and flaps her hands at me. “Alright, alright. I get the idea. Just don’t be too hard on him. I swear you’re the one child I’ve ever met that has to be told not to stand up for herself.” She blinks. “Not that you shouldn’t defend yourself, just don’t…”
“Exact revenge to the extent of stealing someone else’s phone, downloading their embarrassing pictures, and putting them up on the school website.” I shut the pantry door, a little harder than necessary. “Geez Mum, that was three years ago!”
Mum places her hand on my arm. “You got expelled, dear.”
I huff and cross my arms, it’s childish, but I can’t help it. “She deserved it.”
“I know. Just… be careful, alright?”
I nod and grab my keys from the bench, shimmying my way over to where my track shoes are lying on the floor. “Don’t worry. Cole’s a prat, but he’s only just that… a prat, not a real problem or anything. No one at school really bothers me anymore.”
“Because you keep them all at arms length.” I look up and Mum throws me my headphones. “Believe it or not, I’m not ignorant to the way you conduct your school life. Could you pick up some milk and coffee while you’re out?”
I scowl and she only glares back in response. “You were going for a run anyways. It’s not out of your way.”
I wave my hand and pull one shoe on, then the other. “Fine, fine. See you later.” With that, I slip out the door, and quietly jog down the hall and the three flights of stairs in our apartment building that lead to the ground floor.
I’m barely out the building when Twilight’s voice is shrieking in my ears again.
What in Equestria was that about the embarrassing photographs?!
I scowl and select a music playlist on my phone, cranking up the volume till it’s blasting through my headphones. Maybe that’ll drown her out. “Oh, shut up.”
The music does a more or less effective job of being louder than my new resident pony voice, but I can still faintly hear Twilight demanding that I turn that down over the guitars and drums. More than that, I can still feel her presence there in my mind, like an odd-shaped puzzle piece wedged into place. It bothers me in a way that the voice doesn’t. I don’t think crazies normally feel like they’re sharing brain-space with another sentient creature. I end up taking the long way around to the supermarket at almost a sprint in an attempt to not think about it.
I’m not an athlete. Other people run to lose weight or stay in shape for their sports or whatever. I use it as an outlet. Sometimes, everything gets too loud, and every task simultaneously too difficult and far too easy. I end up bouncing off the walls for hours or not wanting to leave the house for days. When I was younger, I never knew what to do with all that extra… energy. It ended up causing some problems. For a time back when I was little, Mum was convinced I had ADD, or bipolar disorder, or, well, something… Dad always said I just needed to figure out my own way of doing things.
I started the running as a way of clearing my mind. When I’m short of breath and feel like I’m about to fall over, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else, which means my brain more or less shuts up for a pleasant little while. It’s not a lot, but the hour or two a day when I don’t have to listen to myself try to think about four or five things a day helps with the other… stuff.
Which is why still being able to detect Twilight there is so disconcerting. Chances are, if it weren’t for the music, I’d be able to hear her clear as day as well.
As I near the street of shops, I slow and rip my headphones off, thankful that Twilight has ceased her incessant braying again. “Goddammit, why isn’t this working? This almost always keeps things quiet!”
Twilight’s voice comes out hesitant.
What do you mean?
I growl and wave a hand in a general gesture. “This! Running helps me more or less shut off my thought processes above the bare minimum for a couple hours. Half the time it’s the only thing that gets me through the day sane, but I can still feel you! Hell, if it weren’t for the wonders of really loud rock I’m pretty sure I’d still be able to hear you just fine.
All right, first of all, that makes zero scientific sense. You can’t ‘shut off’ your brain. Second, even if you do this to keep yourself from thinking much, that wouldn’t work on me. I’m not an active brain process. My presence is a part of your conscience, which is why you can feel it as part of you. Further proof I’m not a figment of your imagination.
“Okay, ignoring the conscience shit, don’t give me a lecture on scientific sense! If we are the same, even in essence if not in person, then you’ve got to know what I’m talking about.”
…Explain.
I sigh, and run a hand through my hair, grimacing slightly. “According to you, we hold the same ‘essence’, but aren’t literally the same person. So not doubles, but still sharing some basic traits that make up part of our being. The way my mind functions is a part of me, it’s not a genetic mutation or some disorder, it’s just part of the way I work. Assumedly, something like that would likely carry over in your ‘essence’ bullshit. Besides, I’ve seen a couple of your freak-outs, they aren’t too dissimilar from mine.”
I can almost hear Twilight thinking.
I do have what might be defined as… bad spells. They were much worse when I was younger. Intense application to my magic studies helped when I was a kid, but with my friends, I don’t need that sort of thing much anymore. They’re there to help me work through the times when I can’t hold it together.
I snort rather indelicately. “Well, I can’t do magic, doesn’t exist here. Which, by the way, is evidence for you being a part of my fucked-up headspace. And I don’t have your magic of friendship bullshit, either.”
Twilight’s voice is quiet.
You… don’t have friends?
I shove my hands in my pockets and cast a half-hearted glare at the patches of pine trees that seem to be all over the place in my town. It’s actually a pretty dreary place with all the tall, overhanging plant life and moss from the never-ending rain. “No, I don’t. So if you thought your grand quest was going to be as simple as grabbing my five best buddies and whatever equates for a dragon in this world, then shooting motherfucking rainbows everywhere, think again. My world doesn’t even have any harmony to return to, we’re pretty good at screwing things up on our own without inter-dimensional help!”
Twilight is silent for a long time.
…No…no friends at all?
I soften slightly. “Well, I have Reyna, but she’s at college a good couple hundred miles away, so… No, not really. I don’t see why you have any right to lecture me though, if it weren’t for Celestia kicking your ass off to Ponyville, you wouldn’t either, so—“
I’m cut off as I walk straight into another person, who, upon inspection is my English teacher, Mrs. Backleson. Fabulous.
“Andie.” She raises an eyebrow… an obnoxiously bright red drawn on in an upside-down v eyebrow. Which, coincidentally, only stands to make her overly curled bleach-blond hair and ridiculous clown-like makeup only worse. “Were you talking to yourself?”
I stare at her and contemplate my response. Awh, fuck it.
“Actually, I was Mrs. B.” I say, offering her my biggest shit-eating grin. “I find it quite enjoyable actually. They say interaction is important for a healthy lifestyle. So, I thought to myself: I could do this with other people, but then I’d have to listen to their opinions, which would suck. I’m much better off agreeing with myself.” I try not to laugh at the look on my teacher’s face, and am happy to note I’ve even shocked her highness into silence. “Now, if you excuse me, I need coffee. Toodles!” With that, I dart around her and double-time it to the supermarket.
That was completely insane!
I slip past the sliding door of the supermarket and allow myself a small smirk. “I get that a lot, actually.”
It’s not exactly a good thing, you know.
I wave away her comment and maneuver my way through the store. There are only two grocers in this entire town, so this place is always packed. Afterschool is the worst, with all the little kids that can’t be trusted at home while their parents shop. I take the easiest path, cutting through the hard liquor aisle where most people wouldn’t dare be caught dead or alive at four-thirty in the afternoon, not with the way gossip spreads in a place like this. It’s amazing, we live less than half an hour away from one of the most politically and culturally active cities in the United States, yet all anyone gives a shit about down here is what their neighbor is up to.
There are so many people here… Do you live in a large city?
I snort and cast a wary eye at the one straggler wandering the aisle. Confident that he’s too out of it to notice me, I mutter a quiet reply. “What, this one-horse town? If you want people, I’ll take you out to the real city. This place is tiny compared to a lot of the other areas around here. Unless we’re talking deep countryside, in which case we’re a fucking mini-state. “
What’s—
“I’ll explain later, okay?” I hiss, before sidling out of the aisle and rejoining the mob. Dodging around the screaming kids and my peers that come here in search of junk food, I grab a bottle of milk, enough for Mum and me, then search out the aisle that contains Mum’s life-source: Coffee.
Naturally, the minute I get there an unfortunately familiar voice shrieks rather close to my ear.
“Andie!”
“Jane!” I force a smile at my… friend? Well, technically, when looked at from a distance, a very large, obscure distance, what would be observed as my friend. Yes. “Hi. Fancy seeing you here.”
She grins. “Well, it is a grocery store. Did you just come here from a run?” Without waiting for an answer, she casts an eye to the coffee packets and continues. “That’s nice. Anywho, I really need a favor. See, my mother is busy on Friday, and I need a ride to the game, so I was wondering if you could… y’know.”
“Jane…” I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I thought I made it clear I wasn’t doing this anymore.”
She frowns while still managing to show off a set of perfect white teeth. “Doing what?”
I wave a hand. “This. I just can’t. I’ve told you before I’m not interested in social company at the exchange of favors. This year, there are going to be no more rides anywhere from me, or from my Mum. I’m not loaning you money, I’m not taking you to the mall on credit, and I’m not buying you food. Additionally, someone else is going to help you with your homework and correct your essays.”
Her eyes glitter and I know I’m in for it if I let her get in a word edgewise, so I raise a hand and continue. “Save it, Jane. You can tell me I’m a crap friend, swear at me and tell me I’m a bitch, or you can go back to your old favorite and just call me a dyke. I really don’t mind. For all I care, you can shove off. I’ve had a crap day and I’m not in the mood for an argument.”
She pouts. “I didn’t even say anything, Grace. You can be so mean sometimes for no reason, no wonder no one wants to hang out with you.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Mean? No, not usually. Brief and to the point? Yes. And y’know, it might do you good to remember that we’re “friends” because almost no one wants to be around you either.” I rub my eyes and grab a random packet of coffee before turning my back to her. “Look, just leave it alone, ok? If you’re pissed, go spread a rumor about me, or something. Doesn’t bother me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It’s not until I’ve paid and am slowly trudging my way home that I remember the horse currently residing in my brain. “…Twilight, you there?”
…I must admit. While she didn’t say anything offensive, I really don’t think I care much for that Jane girl.
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Finer words were never spoken, princess.”
Author's Note
Well! It took forever but I finally finished a chapter.
For those of you that feel Twilight's "acceptance" of the fact she's in a t.v. show is a bit quick... Well, you're right. I admit, I had a little trouble writing that scene, but I'm happy with how I chose to do it. Twi's definitely not over it, but I see her as someone who, after the initial freak-out, has a tendency to ignore something in favor of bigger issues, even though it still bothers her. Believe me, it'll come up again.
I had fun getting to introduce Jane in this chapter. She's one of the first secondary characters I developed, and I really enjoy writing her. I tried to get her personality to show through despite the fact she didn't say much, though if it seemed Andie freaked out on her over nothing... You're not totally wrong, but there's a lot of history there.
(Also, quick note, if you think Andie uses odd language, it's because her parents are English, and as such she's picked up a bit of their lingo.)
That's it for now! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
