Author's Note

First chapter. Please no hate i try my best. let me know if the youtube connection works as i thought it would

The Mechanic

The Mechanic

By I_Am_Iron_Ore

You were ok with your life. It had order, and you liked order. Unfortunately fate always has a way of fucking you over. You're stuck in the freezing state of Wisconsin- and you're job isn't that good. Not that you would complain. You're only 20, you work at a grocery store, and you’re making a little above minimum wage, which is good enough for you, since you still had college courses you needed to finish. Tonight you had to work again.

"Mom! I'm heading to work!" You yell before shutting the front door behind you. You fumble in your right pocket for a few seconds before feeling the cold metal of the key against your hand. You wrap your fingers around it and pull it out of your pocket.

After a freezing cold drive ( your crappy van was slow to heating up, but very reliable) You find a place to park and quickly walk inside. You are greeted with the welcoming warmth of the store and the smell of fresh produce. You hear a voice behind you.

“Hi Anon! How are you?”

It was Carol, the older, slightly rounded woman, and the nicest and best co-worker you had. She was like another mother to you, and she always treated you like a son. Her black hair helped her big brown eyes peer at you lovingly. You smile and answer her.

“Hey Carol. I’m good, thanks for asking.”

You make your way to the break room and drop off your sweatshirt. After tying your apron on, you make your way past the items you sold and to the back room, where all goods that needed to be stocked were kept. You peek around the doorway into a small side office.

“John? You in here?” you ask.

“Yeah”

You step into the room and spot a shorter asian man in a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was one of the four managers you answered to. He smiles and stands as you enter.

“So John, I’m here to work. What do you want me to do?”

He talks into his earpiece, asking around to the other employees in the store. After a few seconds he looks back to you.

”Today you’re working with Kurt and Sawyer. Sawyer is bringing a 6 wheeler to isle 3 for the three of you to unload” He says. You nod.

”I’ll get right on it.” You respond, walking back through the doors you came in. You go for Isle 3,, but you're stopped by a man covered head to toe in an overcoat.

“Excuse me, Where is your chocolate milk located?” He says.

You play off the shady character as another normal customer and point him in the right direction.

“Its right over there, on the right.” You say. The stranger nods his head, completely covered by a fedora, slowly strolls away. Man that guy was weird. How could you see his eyes so well compared to the rest of his face? More importantly, Why were his eyes yellow? You shrug it off and make your way back to isle 3. In the Isle you saw the people you were going to be working with tonight. Kurt was at least 55 years old, but still acted a hell of a lot like an immature college student. He always wore gloves and had curly silver hair. His Glasses were nestled away in his hair, instead of on his big nose. The other person also had glasses, but was wearing them. They were thick rimmed and made his blue eyes that much easier to see. He was tall and lanky, and a couple years older than you. If you had to sum it up in one sentence, you would say you were spending the night stocking shelves with a Hipster and a Guy on one of those erectile dysfunction commercials…. And you couldn’t be happier. These guys were like brothers to you.

“You gonna actually work today?” Kurt asks snidely. You roll your eyes.

“Yes, like I always do.” You respond, Unable to stop a small smile from spreading across your face. You know he was joking with you. You turn to Sawyer and throw your arms out.

“If it ain't the town Hipster!” You say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I swear, Im not a hipster!” He says. He might not think it, but you knew by the clothes he wore outside of work that he was definitely a Hipster. You Grab a box of cans, strike up a conversation, and start stocking.

You slowly make your way back to your van. That shift had gone by too fast, you thought. After finally getting a grip on the key with your shaking cold hands, you pry open the door, which was welded shut by ice and snow. You climb in and put the key in the ignition.

RRRR- CHCHCHCHCHCH!

RRRR-CHCHCHCHCHCH!

The van sputters for a few seconds before dying.

"Shit." You mutter. "Gonna have to call a tow-"

At that moment a rusty old tow truck pulls up next to you, and a strangely familiar man leaned out.

"You look like you could use a tow." He said in a strangely soothing voice. You remember that voice. It was the same guy who asked you where the chocolate milk was.

Deciding to ignore the fact that he basically came out of nowhere and he's pretty freakin sketchy, you take him up on your offer.

"Yeah, if you could help me out." You say after contemplating your choices in the freezing cold.

"GREAT!" He shouts. "Hop in, your all hooked up."

You pause for a second realizing he had never stepped out of the truck before hooking the tow cable to your van.

His voice shakes you from your thoughts.

"Hey, get in. I'm running a tight schedule that I plan to keep."

You keep your feet planted in the spot you're standing and look at him skeptically.

"How did you hook up my van to your truck without leaving the cab?" You ask.

He hesitates before answering your question. "Well... I'll tell you later. Just get in."

By now you were freezing your nuts off and snow had started to fall. Not willing to stay out in the cold any longer, you take the man's offer and climb in the passenger side. It's at this point in time that you get a decent glimpse at this strange man. And strange doesn't do him justice. He wore a sleek black fedora with a matching pair of shades over his eyes, with Big bushy white eyebrows and a goatee to match. He wore a long brown trench coat with a striped orange and white shirt underneath, his Olive Green pants were ripped and torn, crudely mended with patches of yellow and black cloth. On his right foot he sported a red high heel shoe (strange) and on his left, a tan work boot. His hands could not be seen either, for they were shrouded by a mustard yellow oven mitt and a black leather glove.

'What the fuck is with this guy?' You think to yourself. 'Who is he? Where's he gonna take me... Oh god I hope he doesn't rape me!'

As if he read your mind, he proceeded to explain himself.

"I suppose you wanna know a little about my strange behavior, am I right?"

"Yeah, that would help" you quip.

At this point a blast of music flows from the trucks old speaker system. Wait... You know this song- it's Discord- by The Living Tombstone....

"This song asks questions about me too." He says growing darker.

You have this song on your iPod, and it usually helps you wake up in the mornings. But now, hearing the lyrics push their way into your brain sends a chill straight to your core.

"I have some questions for you now."

You awake from your thought coma and turn to the man- who you are pretty sure is the Discord guy mentioned in the song.

"What?" You ask in barely a whisper.

"You enjoy order and staying with the schedule... Is this correct?"

"Yeah" you say back.

"Well, I don't. I like the opposite. Chaos. In fact, I love Chaos.... And I figured since you're so used to order and normality, why not throw you a curveball in life, and watch you go insane?"

Your eyes grow small. "W-what are you implying?" You dare to ask.

"Oh, only this." He says.

Without warning, he yanks the steering wheel to the right- straight through a guardrail and into a river you had no clue you were crossing. The windshield breaks Immediately and sends freezing cold water all over you. Thinking fast, you unbuckle your seat belt and swim through the broken windshield. Your lungs are burning for oxygen, and you swim desperately for the surface. The song you were listening to still haunts your mind with its presence despite the fact you were underwater watching the tow truck sink deeper into the darkness. You start swimming up when your lungs start reminding you of their lack of air. You fear you're not going to make it- but you breach the surface and gasp for breath. You breathe in heavily for a few seconds before you take in the scenery around you. Something's wrong- it's cloudlessly sunny and warm, even though it was a cold winter night when you left your workplace, and you're in the middle of an unusually warm pond in the middle of what appears to be an apple orchard. You gather your remaining strength and swim to land. Your soaked to the bone. You stand on wobbly legs and stumble over to the nearest tree, where you proceed to lean and vomit up water. Your vision is blurred, so you didn't see the creature making its way toward you.

"What the buck?"

Huh? What did it say? It sounded feminine, and very southern.

"Ugh" you grumble- trying to get your mouth functioning again. Turning to what you presume to be is a girl, your blurred vision focuses on an orange... Horse- human hybrid thing. You rub your eyes for a few seconds, clearing your vision and confirming your initial thought. It is a horse- human hybrid. It's face was oddly human, but with a short snout, long golden hair flowed down her back in a long braid. She was wearing a red checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled up and cut off jeans, rather short and hugging her ass rather well... Wait what?

Her legs ended in hooves, and you were barely able to make out what looked to be a cluster of apples tattooed on her thigh.

And another thing about her.... She had pretty nice breasts...

NOnonono fuck off brain.

"HEY! Ya know how to speak?"

For the third time, you are jolted from your thoughts.

"Huh? You can speak?"

She recoiled upon hearing you.

"What are you?" She asked, a little edge to her voice.

Being the smart ass you are, you respond with "well I could ask you the same thing miss Horse lady."

She responds to this with a quick slap to your face. You're right cheek, now stinging and red causes you to let out a slight yelp.

"What was that for?!?!" You yell.

"How DARE you use that kind of language on mah family's orchard!"

"Your family? I don't even know where the hell I am, or who the fuck you are!"

"Ah asked you first!"

You stutter for a few seconds before deciding staying calm is the best idea.

Still holding your cheek, you start over.

"Im anonymous. I'm a human and I come from wisconsin. Who are you, what are you, and where am I?"

She squints at you before speaking.

"Well yer obviously not from around here so ah'll fill ya in. This here big ball of dirt were standing on is a planet called Terra. We're in Equestria, Sweet Apple Acres to be exact. Am Applejack, and my species goes by the name of 'pony'."

She continues quickly after stopping.

"If yer from a different area, how'd you wind up here?"

You pause and try to recall the memories from before you ended up in the pond.

"Well this Discord guy gave me a lift after my van broke down and then said something about fucking up my life before driving into a river. When I swam to the surface, I was here."

She scratches the back of her head in thought.

"Well, I don't know what a 'van' is or what you mean by 'give you a lift' but one things fer sure, Discord is behind this, and that means he's probably sitting around somewhere close waiting fer something terrible to happen to us." Panicking, you ask Applejack what to do now.

"Ahm not sure what he's planning, but ah think it's best if we get out of here and somewhere safe. Follow me."

And with that, you're adventure begins in the new and amazing world of Equestria, the land of magical, talking, technicolor pony human hybrids. Yeah, someone must have drugged you.

Pete Wolter's POV

I'm not sure what I just saw. There was a tow truck towing a van about 15 feet ahead Of me on the road. I didn't recognize the towing company, and the music blaring from the cab was just about annoying enough to make me honk my horn in annoyance.

We were crossing a one way bridge over Stone River when the driver turned his blinker on. It was kind of strange, considering the bridge we were on stretched another 100 or so feet. I attempted to pull up closer in attempt to talk to the guy, but my questions on his motive were soon answered when he yanked the steering wheel to the right swerving the truck and van straight through the guardrail and into the river below. I could see the look on the passengers face, he was as shocked as I was. I hit the brakes and ran to where I last saw them. All that was left was a pair of tire skidmarks leading straight to the twisted, bent metal of the broken rail. I peeked over the side and into the waters below, but saw no signs that the water was disrupted or even any evidence that anyone went over the side. I backed up a little and stepped on something hard. I retracted my foot and heard the dull clank of metal in concrete. There, on the ground was a license plate. It read ‘discord’ and had come from a truck.