I could see a human figure not too far away from me. I started to move toward it, and it mimicked my movements. Was that.... me? I couldn't tell. I didn't have time to figure out, because I suddenly felt a burning feeling everywhere which made me black out. But before I did, I could see the figure melt into something else.
I was pretty sure something weird happened last night, because I woke up in the middle of a field. When I woke up, I noticed something was off. I tried moving my fingers, and instantly realized that unfortunately, I had none. It was quickly noticed that that thing was that my body was not that of a human’s. I started to go a bit on a panic rush. Why don't I have fingers? Why does everything look like it belongs in a cartoon? Why am I a horse? Why does my mind scream 'pony'? Where am I? Why does my mind scream 'Equestria'?...........Oh.
I was freaking out. I started screaming and running around like a filly (wait, why was that the first thing that came to mind? Oh Celestia! Wait! ****!) I would've kept panicking for who knows how long, but I was rudely interrupted by a tree to the muzzle. I lifted myself up and ignored the pain, and did started to control my breathing to calm myself down. After I got back up on my hooves and started to calm down a bit, I started to check if I had all the important things I had before.
Senses?
Check!
Sanity?
Hmmmmmmm....... check?
Memories? Let's see.
I am an entity of pure negative energy; part of a project called Project Zero. They called me Basilisk because I have all of the serpent king’s abilities, including the death sight. OK, memories seem good. Now, what do I look like? I spotted a nearby lake, and walked over to it to see my reflection.
I seemed to be a green earth pony with red eyes as a cutie mark. Straightforward enough. I tried to observe my surroundings and see what could come in handy. I found a small glass bottle and started filling it with my poison for later.(I have both poison and venom in my fangs. I don’t know why either.) I also found a nearby apple tree, but when I looked harder into the distance, I found a town. No doubt it was Ponyville. Oh well. Better that than nothing.
As I walked to the relatively medium sized town (was it medium sized? Back on Earth, I found the size of a town/city by how many Wal-marts it has.), I started to admire the place. It seemed so… peaceful. I actually found that laughable, on account all that happens it this very town. I wonder if the mane six moved to a different town, all the stuff would happen at the new place. It is very possible. Well, there was the situation of the Everfree forest being right next to the town. My thoughts were quickly cut short when I bumped into a certain purple alicorn.
“Whoops, sorry about that.” I don’t know why, but sometimes I will make a point of something, and keep going on. It just happened on random moments or on moments where someone (or somepony in this case) brings up or unmeaning to mentions that subject. This was one of those moments.
“Never really cared for that word being used like that.” When she raised an eyebrow, I explained to her, “Well, you see, the word sorry comes from the word sorrow, which means great sadness which means sorry means sadness. But now, when we say ‘sorry’, we don’t really feel “sorry”. We just make an apology. I understand that there is lack of a better word, but I never really cared for this situation.” When Twilight looked at me dumbfounded, I quickly realized I was on one of my rants and decided to conclude it.
“But I accept the apology nevertheless. I don’t mean to go on those rants by the way, they just happen.” She looked at me with an understanding look and whispered to me a ‘You too?’ . We started walking again in the direction Twilight was originally going, and I simply replied it with, “Are you kidding? Just last week I went on one saying, You peo… sorry, ponies are so obsessed with the ‘every word must have a vowel’ rule that you actually made the letter y a ‘sometimes vowel’!” , saying the last part with the stupidest voice I could manage. I actually got a chuckle out of her with that. “So….. where are we going?”
I told her I was visiting Ponyville from a place pretty far away (which is actually the truth. Applejack ready!) without going too much into the details, and good thing too, Twilight wanted to know more, I can promise you that, and she said she was going to go back home after she got a snack for her assistant. This led me to believe that I would be meeting with Pinkie Pie very soon. God in Heaven (or whatever we worship here) help me.
Once we got there, Twilight started ordering a gem cupcake for her dragon. I decided against anything, because I have a certain type of sweet tooth. Once something sugary touches my taste buds, I cannot get enough sugar. Pinkie Pie suddenly noticed me, and rushed out the door at supersonic speeds, no doubt to give me a welcome party. I decided to see what I should do next. I had no home or no job, so I should probably crash at somepony’s house. Pinkie Pie is planning a surprise party for me, and I don’t deal well with surprises, so I should probably get healing tears at the ready. Nopony knows me well, so I am probably an outcast here, not to mention no one knows my ‘special’ secret. I will change that later.
I told Twilight I am a little prone to violence when it comes to surprises, and that I had no place to stay. She offered to help with both of these things, and honestly, I was pretty happy. When we got to the library, she seemed to realize something. “I just remembered; I never gave you my name! If that was weird for you, I actually am sorry. I’m Twilight Sparkle.” She extended her hoof, and I shook it when I gave her my name. “Basilisk. Just Basilisk.” She seemed to mutter something like ‘interesting name’ when she opened the door, and yelled to nothing in particular,
“Spike! We have a guest who will be staying with us! Make him feel welcome!” Not long after, a purple dragon came out of a nearby room, but was surprised to see more than Twilight enter. I was actually getting pretty sleepy. I quickly asked the dragon, “Hey, where’s the guest room in this place? I’m tuckered out.” He pointed upstairs with his thumb, saying, “Down the hall, to the left.” I put my bottle ‘o’ poison on a table, made a label that labeled it ‘Poison! Do not consume!’, and went upstairs, following the assistant’s directions. When I got to bed, I was pretty sure that a certain being of chaos was responsible for this. Then all I had to figure out was, was it the one home to here, or the one I am brothers with?
