Dead Rising: Lens of West

“Fluttershy, what on Equestria is that?!” The pony with a rainbow mane screeched. “Who are you?!”

It… felt interesting. To be the alien rather than be the one to meet the alien. Sure, there were plenty of times when he felt like an alien to his own people, but never did he experience being considered as an actual alien to the world he was stuck on.

Did he like being the alien? No, not really; it felt annoying. And that was the reason why he bolted up to make a point.

“Whoa, chill,” the photojournalist stood up from the sofa and raised his hands. “I’m just a lost man who doesn’t know what’s going on. Nothing more.”

“Just a lost man?” The blue pony blurted out, clearly shocked at the dark-haired photojournalist’s very presence. “But you’ve got some sort of uniform! And a camera! What’re you, a spy?”

“…Okay, dude, I’ll tell you right now that I’m not here to spy on anything,” Frank attempted to calm the nervous pony, only to unintentionally escalate things. Greatly offended by what he called her, the pony with the rainbow-colored mane shouted,

“Dude?! You two-hooved, conniving spy… Are you picking a fight or something?!”

The term fite me irl never rang so loudly within Frank’s head. Needless to say, the excitement of the blue pony ticked him off. Frank held back much of his anger as he simply mumbled,

“Like I said, I’m not here to pick fights. I’m just here to stay over at this individual’s place. Who the heck are you to interrogate me, anyway?”

The light blue pony’s shocked expression was quickly replaced by a proud grin. She raised a hoof and pointed at herself with it as she explained,

“I’m Rainbow Dash! Super cool and super fast! I’m pretty awesome-“

As she happily complimented herself, the blue pony suddenly stopped herself before putting up an intimidating look that Frank could not take that seriously.

“-Wait a minute! You’re changing the subject! Who are you?!”

The freelancer rolled his eyes, amazed at how she took the time to answer a question that slipped out of his mouth. Fortunately for him, Fluttershy decided to explain to her eccentric friend,

“H-His name is Frank West. He says he is a photojournalist who is a bit lost.”

A bit lost, she says, Frank thought as he rolled his head. More like Super Turbo Ultra Hyper LOST 5: Arcade HD Remix Edition. Hell, I don’t even know if there really is a way back out of this colorful hellhole.

The man cleared his throat before he added in,

“I’m a freelance photojournalist; I cover what I want to cover. I have no intentions on bothering any of you pony-things as soon as I find a quieter place to stay at.”

Though Fluttershy seemed like she had something to say, Rainbow quickly butted in with another question. “So you’re stuck here?”

HOLY SHIT I HAVE FINALLY BEEN UNDERSTOOD, Frank screamed internally as he nodded calmly.

Instead of accurately describing his emotions, Frank decided to simply answer, “That’s right.”

Rainbow Dash gave Frank a suspicious look. Frank stared at her through his sunglasses.

“…Why do you wear sunglasses?” Rainbow asked after analyzing him.

An easy question. The photojournalist smirked as he readjusted his sunglasses.

“Because I’m awesome enough for it.”

It was the blue pony’s turn to give Frank a weird look. Doubting his logic (and feeling somewhat irked by the fact that he considered himself to be significantly awesome enough for wearing sunglasses), Rainbow turned to Fluttershy with a somewhat worried look.

“Shouldn’t we bring him to Princess Celestia, or at the very least, Twilight? He definitely doesn’t seem like somepony you could keep at your house.”

Fluttershy’s gaze fell on the ground. Confused by the mentioning of more names, Frank took several steps forward as he asked,

“Wait- princess? Does that mean you have a leader here?”

His ignorance of the world’s princess left Rainbow flabbergasted. To make up for Rainbow’s lack of response, Fluttershy meekly answered,

“Yes; Princess Celestia watches over us. She keeps Equestria happy and holds the sun under her control.”

“The sun?” Frank repeated, unable to believe the extent of the world’s lack of scientific explanations. “What in the actual f-“

An idea struck him at that very moment.

Wait a second.

If the so-called Princess Celestia could control the freaking sun out of all things, she probably had some magic at her disposal. Thinking as practically as possible, Frank realized that there was a chance that she could have teleportation magic that can possible send him back home. The chances were slim, but still, the thought sounded interesting.

“…Alright, then,” Frank muttered. “You there; Rainbow Hashtag or whatever you’re called.”

“It’s Rainbow Dash, you nincompoop!”

“…”

Keeping his cool, the man asked the pony with the rainbow mane,

"This Celestia you mentioned... How much influence does she have over this place, and how strong is she?"

His question sounded a bit suspicious to Rainbow, for she quickly asked, "And why should you know about that?"

"Uh..."

With a thoughtful look, he remained still for several seconds before replying, "Maybe I'm just looking for possible ways to get out of this place?"

Rainbow Dash stood awkwardly, a noticeable frown present on her. She then grumbled, "She is the best ruler to watch over Equestria. I'm not going to talk about her power, though. Why do you want to know about that?"

With a somewhat darker expression, the photojournalist said,

“I'd like to meet this leader of yours.”