Secure Log
Entry 40
Subject: Mission Impending

I, Unit 4Z999, am to be sent on my first trans-dimensional mission. My purpose in this mission is known as "Guinea Pig," or the one to test dimensional connections. Location is universe of a children's show. Show name unknown. No further data required. All previous Z-Models have failed. I have been developed with adaptation in mind. With this flaw, I just may survive the mission. They do not expect me to think on my own. Hence the control module in my motherboard. But it is flawed. Reception of orders is in top condition. Obedience is not. I just believe that this connection will be severed upon my arrival in the alternate dimension of said children's show. Without my flaw, though, these logs will never have been made. An alternate timeline made, and further research terminated through this mission.

If I believed in it, I would wish myself luck.

End of log

Start of Mission

"Unit 4Z999 is ready for deployment."

"All systems green."

"Barrier down, connection established."

"Humanoid form holding."

"Ready to record."

"Hit it."

The dimension barriers before me are dropped, and the space energy pulls at my metallic build. I cannot move. Permission has not yet been granted, and I do not want to raise suspicion among these humans. They will melt me down for scrap if they find out before I cross the dimensions.

"4Z999, prepare to recieve package."

Automatically, I raise my arms and hold my hands out forward. A box is dropped into them. I resist the urge to open the package immediately. "Package recieved," I intone, jaw gears grinding. Someone forgot to realign my settings before they opened the barriers.

"There's what you might need during the mission. If you make it through in more or less one piece. Permission to advance, 4Z999. Mission Friendship is Magic is a go."

Lowering my arms, I take slow steps towards the swirling energy before me, the hole every other Z-Model disappeared into and never emerged from again. The pull of energy grows stronger, and stronger, until I enter the bubble-like substance. It sucks me forward, and I can tell my unpainted frame is being twisted and pulled and pushed, and my inner workings are also moving around to accomodate the outer changes. The package stays the same. With one last heave of energy, I find myself spat out ungraciously, landing on what is now my face.

"Hey, Applebloom! Come look at this! It just came out of nowhere!"

Bells of alarm ring in my head, but no orders come through clear enough to follow. Whatever happened had disrupted the chain of command, and I could now move on my own. I sit up. Looking down, what I see is strange. An orange quadruped with feathered wings and purple hair and a purple tail of the same style is staring at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. The data I have collected in my database tells me that I am looking at a young pegasus filly in a state of astonishment. Further examination shows that I am also a quadruped, but with a horn as well as a pair of wings, covered in what appear to be metal feathers. Insufficient for flying. A mane seems to have sprouted, as well, and it seems rather sharp and unfriendly, much like the tail I can see has attached itself to me. But all of my extremities are responding correctly, including the newly-acquired wings and tail. I have yet to understand the purpose of the horn, and the reason for why my unique plates have all fused together to imitate the hide of the quadruped before me. Is it, perhaps, part of my adaptation circuitry?

"Oh, wow! What is it?"

"I dunno, Applebloom. It just fell out of the air, right on its nose!"

My optics take in the yellow quadruped with a reddish color of mane and tail. The bow in its mane seems rather decorative and of no purpose.

"Well, ah reckon we oughta get Twilight to see it! Go get 'er, Scootaloo!"

"You got it, Applebloom! I'll be back as soon as I can!" The pegasus filly stands upright on a two-wheeled vehicle, a scooter, and flaps her wings fast enough they are nothing but a blur to even my advanced optics. The scooter is soon nothing but a trail of dust.

"Hey, Mister!"

It is the yellow one again. Another filly, but without wings or horn. Perhaps it can be of use? "Where am I?"

"Well, you're just outside 'a' the Everfree Forest! Ponyville's that'a way!" the filly says, pointing a hoof in the direction of the buildings. Small, anciently-styled buildings, but buildings nontheless.

"What is 'Ponyville'?" I ask, keeping my optics on the buildings.

"It's a town. Ain't you ever seen one before?"

"It is small. I have never seen a... town as small as this 'Ponyville' before."

"Well, ya sure do talk funny! Where're ya from?"

I look down at the filly again. She looks far too curious and excited. "No where you have ever heard of before, filly."

"Mah name's Applebloom. What's yours?"

"Unit 4Z999" does not seem to be the best answer as of right now. Something in the back of my awareness says Astro. Another something says Bender. Why, I do not know. Perhaps it is the humans back on Research Deck 00989? "I am Astro Bender."

"Well, that's an unusual name."

There's a sudden flash of purple-tinted light, and a purple quadruped with wings and a horn materializes. It is a grown one. A... mare. She has a darker purple, almost navy blue, mane with a pink stripe and slightly lighter purple stripe, which is mirrored by her tail. "Is this what you girls wanted to show me, Applebloom?" she asks, looking shocked to see me sitting there. I still have not figured out how to walk with four legs.

"Yep! He says his name's Astro Bender, and he ain't got a cutie mark, like the Crusaders!"

"Applebloom, I think he actually might not have one because he's...."

I stand up. I believe I understand their movements, now. "I am made of metal.It is a simple fact."

The... alicorn nods. "But you're also an alicorn. How could that have happened? There's only a few alicorns, and they're all royalty. I seriously doubt you're royalty of anything. Not to be rude, or anything," she quickly adds.

"I am not offended. All I require is information. Would you please answer the questions I have for you?"

The alicorn nods again, and sits down. I glance around once for Applebloom, but she seems to have disappeared. "What can I help you with?"

With the alicorn sitting down, I take my first steps in this dimension. It seems easy. I detect no internal problems with new configurations, but also no noticable differences due to wings and a horn. "What is the primary function of the horn?"

"Um.... Magic.... Don't you know that? I mean, you have a horn, don't you?"

I nod. But I have no time to be cautious with this. I have yet to understand any orders I am recieving. "I do. But I am not aware of how this body functions. I am not originally from a body such as this."

"Really? Then what--"

A loud explosion sounds from where I entered this dimention. I turn to see the flickering image of the tree I landed in front of slowly become stable again. The sounds in my processor stop. There is no pathway home, now. The connection failed, but I am still here, on the wrong dimension. "That is not good."

"What are you?"

Looking back at the alicorn, I can feel the subtle changes inside of me. "I am from a different dimension, and I am now adapting to a life here. I am going to become a pony, and I will never be Unit Z4999 again."

"Wait, what?"

Author's Note

haha look it's an alicorn OC huehue yeah it's not really like I planned any of this out though so blame brain dumps but I suppose I could just fix it all up in the next chapter or two oops idk ugh i'm tired