Author's Note

Stratistegapegililosoris: The god of random love! He'll make a man out of you! (or a women).

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Also sorry for the wait, I've been busy with school and shit. Hope you all don't mind. And there's a reason why I brought AJ into this, so before you all start asking or wining about her asking Chris here if he's abused, don't...just wait for the next chapter please.

Well...Stratistegapegililosoris, Nice to Meet You.

Roughly a week and a half since I've moved, or was forced onto the planet Equus. So far it's been okay. Nothing really bad has happened. Been taking up on some reading as of late. So far I'm only getting the basics of the magic here, and while I can't actually cast it, I'd like to know how their ruinic magic works.

Twilight gave me a few lessons, nothing unwanted really. She gave me everything I wanted to know, and more. Goloumancy is what I'm learning. Figured if I am a good enough coder, I should be able to write a good runic matrix. With my notes, and a little more time, who knows what I'll make. I was pretty good with writing clear commands, and the runes seem simple enough.

Oh, look at me. Only a week and a half and I've already begun to change, adapting to the Equestrian life. Of course I still miss my home, and my footing there, but now that's gone. I knew very well I had the chance to run away from all this, when I went shopping and all that. However, I don't run away from my problems any more. It only sets myself back, and I had made a promise to be the best dad I could be. And I tend to keep to my promises.

As of the moment, I'm sitting on a bench with my light jacket on. I heard the seasons change by the pegasi and not naturally. Thought that was pretty cool, but if I could change the weather, I'd always keep it spring or fall. Speaking of fall and weather changing, fall was coming, and I was already feeling it. The leaves on the trees have yet to turn, but I was told that would change pretty much over night. The jacket I had on was an old one, my favorite too. My uncle, Joe, used to wear it, and gave it to me. So as you can guess, the poor thing was pretty old and ragged. Still loved it though. My uncle was a big stoner, and we used to eat a lot after he smoked.

Oh god do I love food. My over all favorite would have to be Carrot Cake, and that shit is like the fucking bomb. I nearly lick my lips at the thought of having some of that wonderful bomb cake. Might order one from Sugar Cube Corner soon enough. My birthday was coming up anyways.

"Hey there!" I hear Pinkie from behind. I lower my hood and look at her.

"Sup Pinkie?" I asked her with a small smile. Today's been a pretty good day, and Pinkie had set her heart into becoming my friend since I came here.

She waved a hoof and spoke about her day. It was mostly just a bunch of jumbled up words and one sentence. Something about a sleepover coming up. "So that's pretty much my day."

"Sounds like a handfull." I joke. "Say, you know how to make Carrot Cake?"

"Of course!" She cheers and smiles. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing." I smirk. "Just thinking about my favorite dessert an'all. So can you make it?"

"Sure! You like coconut on it?"

"Nah, just the regular please. I don't hold coconut in my heart very well."

"Don't like it huh? Well...you aren't the only one. I may like tons of desserts with bunches and bunches of flavors, I just can't like coconut."

I nod in understanding. "I knew a few people who were even allergic to the stuff, so I never had a whole lot of it. So what else have you been up to?"

"Oh, just been hang'n around and stuff. Nothing much to do today for me. What about you? Why are you sitting here all your lonesome?"

Shrugging as a reply I lean back into the bench. "Nothing to do as of the moment myself Pinkie. Sitting and thinking just seemed like the best thing to do."

She walks around the bench and sits down next to me. With a content sigh, she looks back up at me. "Are you excited?"

" 'bout what?"

"Being a father? Getting married to a princess?"

It takes some thinking, but I finally answered. "Yes and no, to be fair, it came as a surprise." I answer her carefully. "Yes, I am happy that I succeeded in passing on a part of myself to another, but no as in because I do not truly love her..."

"Yet." Pinkie says with a cheery tone. "You will though, you'll never know."

I nod, she is right. "You aren't wrong about that Pinkie, but everyone she knew seemed pretty livid with me at first. At least Luna is off my back...for now."

"Well I'm not mad at you." She beams a smile up at me. I can't help but chuckle at her optimism and over all cheerfulness. "Maybe you should try to get to know her?"

"I'll work on that when I can...Thing's are kinda sore right now, waiting it for it to settle before moving anywhere." I answered cryptically. Unsure of even myself right now. "That's why it's taking me a while to think this all through. I guess what you imply...is the right way to go."

She gives me this look of shock. "Well, you're actually not a dumb kind of pony, er...human. Most stallions wouldn't know if it was right there in front of you." She grabs my face and frowns. "You are a father now! You are a great thinker, and a mindset that will make you go far!"

I laugh a little as she lets go. "Yeah, you're right."

"No seriously! You have a wonderful mare who takes care of an entire world of different creatures! She helps make the sun move, annnddd you have her child! Think of how wonderfully beautiful baby foal-human is going to be because such a handsome stallion like you with such a wonderful wife, Princess Celestia!" She takes in a much needed breath. "AND YOU UNDERSTAND! Do you know how much that can mean to a mare!?

"What's going on over here?" We both turned our heads to Applejack. "What'er ranting about now Pinkie Pie?"

"Trying to tell Chris that he's a smart stallion." Applejack whistles lightly. "Right!?"

"That's an honor of it's own. Pinkie Pie's 'smart stamp of approval'. Pinkie Pie is next in line to being Cadence when it comes to relationships."

"Gaaawwww!" Pinkie Pie waves a hoof playfully. "You're too kind. Well I gotta get going! I got a job to go to!"

"Bye Pinkie, that's for that." She hugs me before leaving.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot." I nod.

"Are you abused?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You got that look in your eye, like you've seen pain. Too much of it."

"There's no lying AJ...I have, but I'd rather not talk about it. Maybe in the future."

"I'll hold ya to it, ya hear?"

"I swear. But when I'm ready."

"Of course, I ain't gonna push ya. It's still pretty sore ain't it?" I nod. "Okay, I believe you. Now, I need to get goin, and if you ever need to talk..." She looks away. "You got a shoulder to cry on."

She walks on and away, taking a turn and vanishing being a few buildings. I look down at the ground again, and think more. I love thinking!

So I ended up getting too hungry to think. I head back to the castle to head up with Spike to go grab a bite. Little guy's been like the little bro I never had. I could tell he looked up to me because I love the shit out of dragons. He's pretty chill, and I can tell he's pretty mature. It also sucks that he can't grow unless he learns how to control his greed. I ended up trying to help him through that, from what I knew about dragons, and what he acted like when he had a bunch of stuff around him. He wanted it all. Still, he's like my brother, and I'll stick with it.

So Spike and I began eating a little bit of some steak, enjoying some small talk between each other. Seems like he was into a comic series or two, and into a local sport called Hoofball. I explained to him it was close to a sport we have on earth called soccer, and they're pretty much the same thing. Twilight came in later and asked more about earth. We've been swapping between the subjects of earth and thaumaturgy. I guess we're both kind of alike.

"I was wondering Chris..." Spike said after a few minutes of silence. "What are you going to do when your foals are born?"

"Be the best father I can be, and not be the one my father was." I answered sternly.

"What was he like? By the sounds of it, you don't like him too much." Twilight asked this time.

"I was abused by him." I answered to her. "He's left scars on my back, and made me pop many pills I didn't like to take. That's all I feel like saying."

"Was he that bad?"

"Can you imagine a father that throws his child's head into a wall after stealing five bucks, or in this case, bits, from a bully?"

"Well your method in getting back at a bully is a little wrong, but I get what you're saying Chris. He sounds like a bad stallion."

"He's no stallion. He lost that right a long time ago." I spat out with venom in my voice. "He even lost the right to being my dad, and now is just my father. "

"Does he know you say this?"

"Oh yeah!" I nod, still with a serious look on my face. "He knows ten fold. I beat the shit out of him one day after he let my step-mother go into another bottle after she was supposed to stay sober. She went all out on me, and the next day, I beat the shit out of him, drill it into his head I am no longer respecting him, and he isn't my dad anymore."

They both look at me with a shocked look. "Is that why you want to be a good father?"

I shake my head. "No, it's why I want to be a good dad. Because I still have my man card."

I decided to leave it at that, because some things are just too much for me. Most of what my father did still shows on my physical body, and scaring my mentality. I take one step at a time, and each one reminds me of the battle I fought and won. That day when I left my father, and moved out onto the streets, that day....I changed

"Chris..." My father plead to me. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry. I should'v-"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HER!" I screamed, slapping him dead in the face. "I'm much better out on the streets. Kelly's an addict, you're addicted to your stupid ass MMO; I have a much better life, away from both of you."

"I told you I'm divorcing her! Please Chris, you can get whatever you want, just stay here!"

"So you're bribing me? Can you give me scar removal cream? Mental ointment? No? I thought so..."

I shook the memory away. It wasn't right the way that I was thinking. I guess this sort of thing happens when you stop taking your meds after a long time. Though, it does make me wonder if they have sort of medication that I can take. It would be really great considering what dark thoughts go down inside of my head. For now however, I should be getting back to my room. I feel kind of tired.