This Is my Afterlife?

  Well this is unfortunate. First I'm stabbed in the chest by a homeless man, then I'm running away from talking technicolored horses. Can my day can any worse than this? I turned around to see the answer, well, answers, to my question gaining on me rapidly. I swore loudly and tried to run faster. My lungs ached and my legs felt like they were going to snap. This was one helluva workout, I must say.

"Just wait! We only wanna talk to yo-"

"BULLSHEIT!!!" I cut off the lavender mare.

  At this point I never bothered to look back. I already knew my impending fate. I just hoped I could escape it. I passed a house and time seemed to slow down as a certain figure caught my eye. It was... rather familiar... but not at the same time. The figure had a dark shade of red and a lighter tint of red on the left side of its mane and tail, creamish colored skin, beautiful... she stared at me and I stared at her.

I-is it her? I thought.

  I hadn't noticed that I had stopped running to stare at the mare until I was tackled to the ground once again by the orange mare of the group chasing me. Hot fuckin' damn that mare had some strength on her. Just like that, I was lassoed and propped up against a wall faster than you can say, "fuck my life". Now I felt reality flood back and I felt my lungs burning and my legs aching. I began to pant and watch the six mares surround me.

"Hi." I chuckled nervously.

"So you speak Equestrian too?" The lavender mare asked.

"Equestrian? Uhhh, sorry ma'am, but I'm speaking English." I replied.

"What's English?"

"What we're speaking..." I deadpanned.

"Oh, never mind languages, why did you run?"

"Well, never thought I'd come across ponies in my entire life. Not even talking ones." I answered.

"That's understandable I guess. We've never ran into any of your kind either."

"I guess we're even then." I smiled.

"Oh, where are my manners?" The mare and I said simultaneously.

  We both gave each other looks before I nodded that mare on.

"Heh, I'm Twilight Sparkle." She said.

"The name's Mark Daniels." I replied.

"Nice to meet you Mark Daniels." She said.

"Egh, please, just Mark is fine. I don't really like it when people call me by my full name, eh?"

"That's fine."

  The rest of the mares introduced themselves and explained where I was and who they were in this world. The story is quite impressive. We became quite accustomed to each other after a little bit. Which surprised me greatly. After we were done talking I looked back over to the place I saw the red haired mare. I caught her staring at me with curiosity enough to kill a cat. I glanced at the mares in front of me then back to the red haired one and slowly began to approach her.

  She seemed a bit intimidated by my size, but she only seemed a foot shorter than me. And I'm 6 feet. Finally she stood her ground and waited for me until we were face to face. We stared at each other for a moment before I let out a nervous chuckle.

"Er, I'm... M-Mark. Mark Daniels." I said.

"Hey, I'm Roseluck."

Don't tell her she looks like Amy, don't tell her she looks like Amy, don't... fuckin'... tell her... I told myself.

"I'm guessing you like flowers?" I found myself flirting. But I couldn't help myself.

"Yeah, I've been around them all my life. They're so amazing with their varieties... some gorgeous, some elegant, some unique. They all have their own personalities." She said.

Wow...

'I'm sorry, I'm going on again aren't I?" She blushed.

"No no, you're fine, honest." I said. "So um, you aren't freaked out by me at all?" I asked.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, maybe I am a bit." She said while scanning me. "Not like anything I've seen before, but hey, it's always good to see something new huh?"

"Yep." I said.

"Hey Mark!"

I turned to see Twilight waving me over.

"Alright, well, I guess I'll talk to you again soon?" I asked.

"Sure, stop by anytime." She answered.

"Alright. Later Roseluck."

"Bye Mark!" She waved.

  As I walked to the mares I felt something pierce my heart. That mare... Roseluck, she reminds me too much of Amy from cash register 7. I began to picture a comparison of the two in my mind. The resemblance was painful. I shook the images away before following the mares to find myself a new home.