I hate mornings.

You know when you have nothing to do for the entire day and can sleep in for the entire morning, you end up waking at five in the bloody morning. But it just gets better. When you have to wake up to the incessant ringing of your alarm clock at five or six in the morning, your bed becomes the most comfortable thing in the whole damn world!

Basically, I hate mornings. It doesn't help when you're on a train either.

I woke up to the piercing sound of a train whistle. Definitely worse than a alarm clock. My head immediately jerked up and before I could take in what was happening my hoof holding me up slipped off the seat, causing myself to fall off onto the hard floor. My initial reaction wasn't... The best kind. It amazes me how high my voice can actually go. So after a less than manly shriek off my end, I was greeted with a lovely wake up call with the floor. And then there is the feeling of pain from said floor.

"Ah. Damn it, my head is killing me!"

Hi there, the name's Hattius Mann. Have you heard of me? No? Perfect! I'm the type of guy that likes to keep a low profile. And when I say low I mean 'Journey to the Center of Equus' type low.

I'm a pretty average pony. A red coat, (or is it burgundy? I could never figure that out.) Light blue eyes, blonde mane and tail, being a unicorn. Nothing really stands out except for my cutie mark and choice of clothing. I'm not MLG at gaming but I think its more about game design than anything else. And a Fez is not really considered 'normal' for clothing, I think that's rubbish. I'm always seeing pictures of models wearing the most ridiculous looking outfits in the newspapers these days. The creators use the age old excuse of 'I use designing as a way to express myself.' I think it expresses that they're slight nutjobs. But that's just my opinion as I always say. Would be better though if I actually said it once in a while.

"If your gonna rant inside your head for the rest of the trip could you at least get back on the seat? I would help you but that shriek was one of the funniest things I've heard in my life."

I let an irritated groan leave my mouth as my 'friend' started to laugh his ass off. He came with me because he said 'I wouldn't be a good friend if I left you, wouldn't I?' That and he couldn't really say no either, you'll find out why later.

"Could you please be quiet, I'm not in the mood for your comments right about now." I muttered while climbing back onto the seat and into a sitting position. I rubbed the sore area where I hit my head, I could already feel a lump forming. My friend gave a last round of chortles before replying.

"Please, you should be thanking me. The town is in sight, wouldn't want to miss your stop now huh. Besides, the view is amazing!"

I looked out the window and true to his word, there before my eyes was the quaint little town of Ponyville. The scene would have been perfect for a photo. The glowing sun rising in the distance, the town gleaming in the light, the grassy hills rolling on to the horizon. What caught my eye the most was the shining city of Canterlot, the residency of our nations rulers. Casting a shadow all the way down the base of the mountain it rested on. Sadly however I wasn't in the picture taking mood.

"So what? You can easily find a picture of Canterlot like this in a postcard." I said, not giving up my annoyance quickly.

"True, but its also where you met T! Sort of."

T. Probably should explain. T is my non-official therapist. He's the guy who helped me out of my comfort zone. I was a very, VERY shy colt. Terrified of ever speaking to anyone thinking it could possibly destroy my entire future somehow. I met him when I went on a field trip with my class to Equestria University. While walking through a hall (our teacher talking about nothing important) I saw a stallion who actually didn't look that much older than me, for a second I thought he was a part of the class that I'd never seen before. However he rushed past us, muttering something about 'being late' and 'this is my first day' and I saw he was levitating all sorts of notes and things for research probably. He didn't notice however that a little statue fell off the top of the pile of notes he had. For a second I thought it was going to shatter into a million pieces but luckily it just landed with a barely audible thunk. He didn't seem to notice however and kept on speed walking.

'What do I do!' I thought, my mind instantly waging war with itself. 'I should just stay with the group and not get in trouble, if he gets in trouble, that's not my problem' However I remembered the look on the stallions face. Slightly sweating brow, nervous eyes. If this really was his first day working here, this screw up could ruin his entire future career!
'Just like how I always worry about my future' I thought. A sudden realization hit me.

I knew what I had to do.

I ran over to the small statue and carefully picked it up with my mouth. I thought about using my magic to carry it but I was worried I might drop it if I lost concentration. I started to run after the pony, my teacher either didn't notice or didn't care about my disappearance. I followed him over walkways, down long halls, I even ran past some of the students attending the school! However when ever I got around a corner, I would always only just see the end of his tail as the only indication of where he was going. All this running around was starting to give me a strange Deja Vu feeling of Benny Hill.

The horrific running finally ended (I was a tubby kid okay!) as I saw him just step into an unoccupied classroom, the door closing behind him. I started to walk up to the door, a nervous sweat suddenly starting to form.

What if he doesn't want to be interrupted!

I stopped in front of the door.

What if he wanted the statue to get lost!

I concentrated my magic into the doorknob and started to slowly twist it.

What if-

"Excuse me, are you lost little one?"

My concentration and my magic left the doorknob. I slowly looked over to my left to see an earth pony mare with a dark blue coat and a curly purple mane and bright blue eyes. Her cutie mark was two stars; a small star that seemed to be basking in the glow of a larger star.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before I began to speak.

"W-well miss, the stallion in that room walked past my group and dropped this." I placed the statue on the ground and then held it up for her with my magic. She took the statue in her hoof and inspected it. She then giggled slightly.

"Its my boyfriend's, and knowing him he'll probably notice its gone in 3. 2. -"

"AHHHH! WHERE IS IT! I couldn't have dropped it, Its my first day and I lost the main research item! Celestia have mercy, I'm so in trouble!"

The mare giggled again. "I should probably go give this to him before he blows a fuse. What's your name kid?"

"H-Hattius Mann miss. I've come here with the Trottingham school trip miss."

She smiled again. "Thanks for your help Hattius." She then walked into the classroom and that was the last I ever saw of her. I proceeded to walk back to the group the way I came and luckily they hadn't gotten far. The teacher hadn't noticed my absence so I just took my place in the group and continued with the rest of the day like nothing ever happened.

These set of events however, would change the rest of my whole life.

Back to modern day now. Anyway about a week after, the stallion I helped wrote to me. (Does anypony else think its creepy that anyone can find you with just a name?) He wrote to me saying 'thank you for my help' and 'if I ever need anything, don't be afraid to reply.' I don't know why I did it but I replied speaking about my shyness and the problems it caused me. At first I thought he thought I was a creepy weirdo and would never reply. However a week later I got a letter back with a solution. Since then we've been pen pals of a sort. I'd speak about daily things and a problem I had and he would reply about his daily things and a solution. If your wondering about why I called him T its because when I got the letter, the mail mare clumsily dropped it in a puddle on the ground. Some words were only a little smudged. The signing looked like it got drowned and the only thing I could make out was a T. He must've thought it was a nickname or something as he just stuck with it. I was too nervous to ask for his name anyway.

Then there was that business when he didn't reply to any of my messages for several months a few weeks ago. At first I thought something had happened and my fears where confirmed when I got a short letter saying 'stuff has happened. Don't want to talk about it right now.' And that was it. I thought that he was never going to write to me again but I recently got a letter from him, apologising for his last letter and claimed that he would like to start swapping messages again. Naturally I agreed. In the same letter he went on about how I should try too make more friends, saying that 'they'll change your life for the better.' I replied that saying it wouldn't work in a place like Trottingham. Everypony always has somewhere to be. The last thing I got from him in recent months was a letter with a recommendation, key and name.

Ponyville

He was cramming all sorts of stuff into the letter basically saying how great it was. There was a photo of the town, it looked like something from a filly's mind. The place looked nice and I couldn't really refuse either. The key was for a house he bought for me in Ponyville. I mean who does that? Anyway he explained in the letter to 'just go to the town hall and tell Mayor Mare your name and she'll sort it out'. It also said that he was living in the town but would be out as he'd been asked by a few old colleagues to do a revealing at the Natural History Museum of Equestria in Canterlot. So I thought 'screw it' and one month later I'm on a train headed straight for Ponyville Stati-

The train came to a sudden halt in front of Ponyville Station. Me being lost in thought once again, didn't realize I was falling forwards into the floor again.

"Ah! My bloody muzzle!"

This once again earned another round of laughs from my 'friend' and even some of the other passengers. I grumbled some not so kid friendly stuff and rubbed my muzzle while using my magic to lift my saddlebags onto my back. Checking in case I hadn't left anything I placed my ~~beautiful~~ Fez atop my head and left the carriage when everyone else had gotten off.

By the time I got onto the platform everypony else was walking off to do whatever. I looked up into the clear blue sky to take in a deep breath of fresh country air. Smiling as I imagined all the possible future ventures I could have here.

I then looked back in front of me and my miserable face came back with a vengeance.

"Why do I get the feeling this could end horribly?"

"Because reasons my good fellow! That and ponies might think your crazy talking to a Hat."

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that my 'friend' is the Fez?

Author's Note

This took longer than I expected. I except any criticism you have to say.