The Tale of a Human's Sanity

by JuliusPhillpa_

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Sad, Mystery, Adventure, Human
Length: 18843

A human was transported to a living hell, having to deal with problems and situations that no one should ever experience. How long can he survive all alone for? How long can he stay sane for? Who's the real enemy here? You don't know, do you?

Welcome to hell, or is it Tartarus? What was the real name again? You can't remember, so it doesn't matter.

What the hell are you?

The world is diagonal… You're the balancing point.

How many of those things have you killed today?

Can you remember what happened?

There is no difference between them and the darkness. They're all your enemy, in the end.

It's not who is right, its who is left.

If you were a better person, you wouldn't be here. Right?

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.

It's time for you to wake up. Is this real?

The two most powerful warriors on earth is patience, and time.

You are sane. You are in control of your own life. Nothing will hurt you. Nothing will break you.

No one can help you now. Those ponies can't. Not even if they tried. They're the enemy.

Can you remember what happened?

Was that even real?

You are still a good person, no matter what you do, or what you think you did.

Why does everything feel like you're winning all the time?

Can you even remember why you came here? Can you even remember how you came here?

Do you feel like a hero yet?

Amnestic syndrome, is a deficit in memory caused by brain damage, disease, or psychological trauma.

You have done everything right. This is all peaceful. Everything was going fine. They killed you.

This is all your fault. Whatever that was.

You can't remember, can you?

What is the difference between right and necessary?

To kill is 20% cooler than what it should be. What should it be, then?

They all hate you. They all want you dead. All of them.

He did it. All of it. Or did he?

Why do they call you a monster?

You cannot understand, maybe you want to, nor do you want to.

Why do you think they treat you as a monster?

A government does not condone the killing of unarmed combatants. But this isn't real, so why should you care?

We cannot escape anguish. It is what we are.

Complex trauma is a psychological injury that results from protracted exposure to prolonged social and/or interpersonal trauma in the context of dependence, captivity or entrapment (a situation lacking a viable escape route for the victim), which results in the lack or loss of control, helplessness, and deformations of identity and sense of self.

What is your name?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-09 02:53:44 UTC

Atrocities that was committed

Atrocities. Whiteness.

An upside down flag, waving from the calm breeze of the wind with a small tear in the left side, residing on a pole that sits upon a small tower, near a castle. The view of a castle below, along with a town surrounding it in the distance. A town that looked like it is in ruins after all it has seen, after all that has happened. A bunch of beings roam around the areas, trying to salvage anything that did remain after all the battles that have taken place. Snow, slowly falling in the air, onto the ground, as in the background, the scenery of the mountains can be seen in all their glory, somehow not affected by all that has happened. Luckily.

The small noise of a helicopter slowly came closer towards the top of the tower where the flag was being held by a pole. The noise became louder, and louder, before just moving to the right as the Helicopter turned a hard right, flying towards what’s left of the city, is located in, before another Helicopter was chasing the one in front, attempting to shoot rockets to destroy it and the people inside controlling the rotorcraft. Defining something that cannot be comprehensible.

“I can’t shake this guy!” A man yelled out over a radio inter-com, as the Helicopter swerved right, narrowly missing the rockets as it crashed into a building that had been staying upright until now, falling over the side. This man was the pilot, as over time grew increasingly frustrated and nervous about the enemy they were up against, and how he was trying to fly away from them.

“Just hit the brakes and keep her steady!” A man yelled out, replying, being at the helm of a minigun, attempted to avoid the flying debris that was going in to his eyes, before shooting at the following Helicopter. He wanted the undead gone from the sky. He didn’t want to take any risks about what the enemy could do with this kind of weaponry, this kind of aircraft, against a civilisation that has never seen anything like it. Yet.

“Are you out of your mind?” A third man yelled towards the man at the helm of the minigun, welding a sniper rifle sitting on the cabin doors’ floor, on the opposite side of the minigun. He attempted to take pot-shots at the people that they were being chased by, or scouting any on-coming Chopters if any came their way. He knew what would happen if these targets were taken out, but he couldn’t believe that is was indeed possible to be ridden of them.

“Trust me!” Phil answered, shooting at the windows of the perusing Chopter, before an undead man fell out uncontrollably, unable to balance himself once bullets had been pummelled into his system and the Chopters’. Fire began to spit out from the Tail rotors as black smoke began spurting into the air, the Chopter losing control as it began to spin out wildly. The man at the helm of the opposite Chopter died as his corpse fell out before the Chopter exploded, sent flying into the far ground below. His own Chopter had already flown away from the castle and the city, towards the mountainous region.

“Got ‘em down!” He yelled in slight relief at the other two men, that an enemy was down and that he took take a small breather, now that the undead were now definitely dead. Or, at least unable to kill any more innocent civilians that didn’t deserve an early death in their life. Though the mountainside is going to go through a… remodelling stage of sorts. Though the City, the devastated farmland around the central area (and maybe the mountains) can be repaired from any damage that could have been caused. And the causalities will always be remembered throughout time… at least that’s what he hoped.

“Wasn’t the last of ‘em!” The scout-sniper yelled, spotting more undead-piloted Helicopters making their way towards them. He was still in a form a shock after realising the past events that transpired. He still wondered how the hell undead-zombie like figures managed to control a Helicopter. It must have been some sort of dark magic that he couldn’t comprehend.

“Gotta visual!” He then replied as the former Helicopter exploded mid-air, being sent into the mountain side. For the slightest of seconds, thought he had seen something in his vision. But maybe he was seeing things. It was probably nothing. The two more Helicopters that appeared in front of him wasn’t any imagination. He was seeing things. He didn’t know why he was. He shook his head off the thought. It didn’t matter now, as the fate of his life and his two mates were in the hands of death.

What did matter now was killing these fuckers so they couldn’t be a threat anymore. He began shooting towards the closest Chopter, while the second was moving further away in the distance. It was harder for both parties to get any type of shot against the other. But depending on where the party target their bullets, it was easier and quickly for the opposing Helicopter to blow up. To his advantage, the undead’s Chopters were lightly smaller, their armour was weaker and more worn-out, and their engines were working just enough to be usable.

It only took seconds before he managed to shoot down the first Helicopter, spinning out and exploding into one random mountain as the air fight moved into the mountain environment. No one knew how much damage the ground will be from the falling copters and the debris that would have an effect on the environment. But he wondered how the buildings would be repaired if the Chopters crashed into them, how they would heal the environment, how the Chopters wouldn’t kill anyone if they did crash. But he shook off the thought again as the fight was still ongoing. No time to think right now. And… it was only mountains.

The second undead helicopter came closer into view while the first helicopter was already grounded, as the fight still seemed to be flying over several mountains, as there wasn’t any other city in sight, as the chopter was hurdling towards the ground. The undead helicopter seemed too straight and slightly upwards, as he had slight difficulty attempting to shoot him down, but it was easier for him as their armour hulls were weak and their engine and fuel tanks were exposed when their armour fell off. It also helped that some of the undead were blasted off when they were shot at and truly dead, making the helicopter unmanned. This could be their own downfall, but they’ve yet too seen it happen. He was unsure over why this was.

The copter span out of control, exploding mid-air as the screams of the undead could be heard as they were hurdled into the air, plunging towards the ground. “Got em’!” He yelled as their Helicopter was moving towards a small town in a plains-like area, where it only seemed to be mountains surrounding the area. After who knows how long. No one payed attention. Didn’t matter. Town had some clouds in the sky. Where the view of certain parts of the town would seem beautiful and peaceful in a way.

However everything wasn’t so peaceful in this floating town in the plains, as there were two opposing armies fighting for control over the area. Clashing, punching, stabbing, kicking, clawing, anything to kill the enemy so that they would be no more. Numbers from each side dwindling as minutes go on, one side having slight numbers and flanking advantage against the defenders of the cloud city. Completely unaware of the Helicopters, what they are, how they even work, and their overall presence.

This wouldn’t last…

He luckily shot down the Helicopter as it was going into the city where armies were fighting at the scenes, but was plummeted before it even hit a cloud (oddly enough for him) into the ground far below as two more copters came into view with one being far in the distance from the other. “Can’t this thing go any faster!?” The third man yelled out as he looked at the fight in the distance, seeing that the local inhabitants army, the defenders, were holding out against the attacks as best as their could, while unbeknown to them, a second, larger army was going to out-flank them.

Hearing the third man’s suggestion over the radio, he responded while also shooting at this Helicopter. “Come on, punch it!” He referred to the man at the helm, at least that’s what he hoped, as he thought he could see helicopters in the far distance. Maybe, but… he considered how much they might have. Consider all that’s happened… it wasn’t unlikely, that they may have hundreds, but most of them haven’t even surface into his vision yet, so it was deemed very unlikely.

”I am!” He answered, yelling over the radio-com as the town slowly came into view, while he paid attention to the other Chopters, as one seemed to have more hull armour than the other, leading him to believe that they must have run out of materials (and possibly fuel) to even run helicopters. He kept shooting the first copter in front of him, with an undead and a fuel-package thing that he couldn’t exactly make out, fell out of the opposing Chopter and fell to the ground, followed by smoke and flames, before the Chopter tried to suicidally ram itself into his own copter. Luckily for him, it was unable to, and began spinning out into a small building.

“Jesus, how many of them are there?!” The third man yelled out, in shock and disbelief at how many more helicopters the undead have, that are chasing them. For a split second, he wondered why they were attacking them now, and not before. Maybe they couldn’t before, and had to attack now before the three would blow them up. Either way.

“Does it matter? Just keep it steady!” He responded with, not caring about how many there were, even if there were quite a few. They were all going to go down like the rest. Didn’t matter. They were flying through a main street of the town, while the undead were behind a few buildings as they passed. Flying in the same direction. He easily shot down the second one, taking only a few seconds, crashing into a different building. Now that he takes a second-long glance at the view he has, the town seems to be deserted of civilians, aside from the armies fighting. He didn’t consider what happened next, as a third helicopter came in front of him.

He wondered what the beings of the armies thought when they were flying right over them, as they both were shooting at each other. He took note that this Chopter was actually hitting them, unfortunately, as the previous ones weren’t experienced (he wasn’t sure what the right term was, nor could he think of one) enough to do so. He was thankful that no ground troops were shooting… whatever they had, hurling boulders maybe, at them, or preferably at him. Luckily.

As the two mechanical flying machines soared over the battle commencing on the ground, he thought he spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd. No. They probably weren’t them. He gave them no second thought, shooting down the third helicopter with slight difficulty, swerving through the buildings, making it harder for him to shoot at them.

But thinking about it quickly, he realised the Chopter may crash into the army on their side. If, they were indeed on their side. The third helicopter began sputtering out smoke, before suddenly falling straight into a tall building, hitting the side of it slightly, before spinning behind another building. He didn’t know if it crashed into some other building, but this tall one was about to fall of them, well he thought it was going to at first, but it seemed like they would be safe. He could tell that nearly every being on the ground could see this crash occurring.

“Holy shit!” The third man couldn’t help but remark at how a tall building like that just narrowly avoided their own Chopter, falling onto the second army’s front troops, squashing them. By now, he could observe some of the troops trying to throw whatever weapons they had right at them, just missing as he started to shoot more pot-shots at them with his sniper. It was tiring work.

He watched the tall building fall as a giant some cloud appeared in its wake, everything going silent for a few seconds. Like there weren’t any more Chopters, and the armies had stopped fighting… maybe taking their time to recover from the surprise and the shock of the sight of him at the helm of the minigun, taking out the other Chopter and the building. It looked like it was on the verge of collapsing anyways.

Then suddenly, he heard the sound of rotors moving swiftly towards him, as another Chopter hurdled out of the smoke, bolting through the air as they narrowly missed him. He was took by surprise for a moment, wondering why the Chopter would do something suicidal like that, before shaking his head at the new voice in his head. “That was too close, goddammit! Take this guy out!” The pilot yelled out, rather suggestively even when he was ordering it. He shook it off, why would he fight on an agreement.

And didn’t hesitate shooting at his undead opponent, as the fight seemed to be moving out of this small town enclosure, while he shook off any thoughts about any of the beings in the town, about what their opinion was, and their reactions. This Chopter seemed to try and take his own one down from a further distance. At least, this is what he considered at first glance. It looked like the Chopter may be trying to evade him. He didn’t know, nor did he care as he gunned it down, watching as the amount of smoke spurting out from the back increase, before the helicopter exploded in the air, sent hurdling into another mountain.

“How many does he fucking have?” The third man commented to himself, as more and more Chopters came into their view, as the pilot just huffed and took another breath, while he vented in anger, began shooting at a Chopter while it and another began flying towards them, moving back into the snowy mountainous region.

He felt time slow down slightly as, occasionally, his vision would become slightly blurry and full of blood, whenever the undead mange to shoot at him. This made him wonder how the hell they learned to shoot a minigun, and a small fear that the undead could be being trained to use guns. They haven’t been shown too in the past, but have been shown to use dark magic as a source of attack, while also being controlled by someone with dark magic. Maybe just magic.

They flew by different outposts, maybe towers, which are small secluded areas located in some random mountains area or in a full snowy plain, as his Chopter would swerve between different buildings, trying to shoot at the other. He was shooting against two Chopters that were swerving above each other, making it slightly harder for him to hit. At least he was still thankful that they were god-awful at shooting, but it was very frustrating. Fucking zombies. He shot the one below the other one, as smoke started to appear while it didn’t explode. Yet, it looked like their gun was destroyed, and didn’t resort to suicide tactics, for some reason. They must not really have any brains, he considered.

He began shooting at the one flying above the partially-destroyed helicopter, noticing it was still swaying from side to side, as they would often fly in-between buildings. Yet their aim wasn’t as precise as he thought it should be. Or, would be. Their helicopter’s armour came off with every second that his minigun shot at their own, some undead falling to the ground, dying from the impact if they weren’t already dead.

They came to another fort with tall buildings located in the middle, as the undead figured flying through the spaces would seem as a better idea. It was mildly frustrating to him, but it was still a little easy to hit them. As time went on, and more shells flew to the ground far below, the helicopter above exploded in mid-air, sent straight hurdling to the ground, with no spinning out this time. He didn’t really care about it, but it was a first… this time. The lone chopter seemed to be on the verge of exploding, as it began to spin-out uncontrollably while he thought he could see something in the distance. Other than mountains, of course.

The third man seemed to notice it, as well. “Oh shit, is that what I think it is?” And he wished at this moment that he hadn’t seen it. Thought he did wonder for a split second over why it occurred now. Doesn’t matter. Still equally as dangerous. The pilot picked up on it too, noticing what it was from a distance, from the size and the shape.

“Yup! Snowstorm, closin’ fast!” The pilot yelled out, warning of the impending danger, while he noticed that the undead Chopter was spinning violently, as it crashed into the side of the mountain, while he noticed even more Chopters. He was clearly more frustrated with this. He gripped the handles of the minigun harder in anger.

“Then get us out of here!” He ordered, yelling in a gruffer voice while he hadn’t noticed that they were back in the Capital area again, oddly. He didn’t consider how, guessing that time just flied quickly when shooting down enemies. The pilot directed his own Chopter to fly straight across the main street, while an undead Tango flew behind rows of buildings and homes, possibly trying to avoid crashing into one as it shot at him. He didn’t hesitate retaliating.

“Now with all these guys on our ass!” The pilot yelled back, referring to more undead Chopters following suit from the leading one, that he seemed to manage shooting at with ease, their armour being much weaker when compared to the others. Smoke had already appeared from the first shot. It could have already been damaged possibly, for all he could know. Yet, destruction was also following their path, along with the helicopters falling from the sky, some buildings were even toppling from him shooting at this undead enemy. Or ‘bastards’, as he would commonly refer them as.

Then he thought about the pilot’s words more carefully, during the small amount of time that he had, which the lives of all three men heavily rely on in these moments. It was too much of a risk to go towards the ground, and try and fight them from there. Too dangerous. It would be much better taking them out from the sky. But then again, the snowstorm may instead take them out with one blow, as they would be safe inside any buildings, or the castle, that are still standing. Hopefully. But he shook his head, making his decision. He thought it was wise. “Then take us in.” He simply stated, focusing back to the Chopter. He wasn’t sure over how many buildings that they had passes (ruined) by now. Numerous, to be safe.

“Into the storm?!” The third man thought he was crazy, and didn’t see the same reasoning he had. It would have been much safer to ground once this Chopter was dead. At least he thought it was better. The pilot seemed conflicted on which idea to go for, yet he stayed focused on balancing his own Chopter. “Are you nuts?!” He expressed again, wanting to get conformation for such a wild, and stupid decision. Not that it has been the worse so far. Maybe.

“Guess we will find out!” He just answered, ending the short conversation they had, if you can call it that. Flames sputtering out behind from the rear rotor, flying in their trail along with debris of the materials being destroyed from the buildings, not that he really cared. It was all going to be repaired anyways when this is over. At least this is what he hoped.

A second later, the rows of buildings disappeared from his vision, noticing that the undead Chopter, with flames and black smoke present nearly all over along with amounts of blood (or something that he couldn’t quite figure out) was flying towards him. He paused from shooting, noticing that the undead wasn’t going to ram him, but instead trying to avoid something in the air, which he couldn’t see. He thought the pilot was dead already. Well, dead dead. Not undead dead.

Time slowed down, much slower than usual. Every frame was clearly present from his view. He watched as the Chopter fly right beside him, the undead corpses on display in the door-frame, the cockpit splattered with smoke as the pilot looking in front of him, an emotionless expression, he figured. Undead bodies just lying there. He paid no attention to them, only seeing this helicopter about to smash into him. No one said a word, which he could hear, from time slowing down. He presumed they all looked in shock (or something). He started to shoot at it again, making sure it won’t hit his own Chopter.

…before a building popped into his vision out of nowhere, smashing straight into it. Time sped up again to normal, as he had to take a moment to shake his head of what he just saw. And the fact that his vision became clear once again. He… wasn’t really sure what to think. He didn’t know if he had any more time left to think, as he saw the snowstorm arrive closer and closer, in blinding speed and on a gigantic scale. It was even taller than the castle they are flying past right now. And maybe even some mountains.

Without much of a choice, and with orders, the pilot flew straight into the snowstorm (or rather the snowstorm engulfed them), while he could see another Chopter in the distance, on the verge of crashing from the impact of the large sheet of snow. “Hold on!” The pilot warned, attempting to gain full control of his flying vehicle, with much difficulty. He could see that the Chopter in the distance was spinning out violently, losing altitude.

…heading straight for him.

He went wide-eyed as he began to brace for an impact, the Chopter closing in, closer and closer. “Oh shit!” He could only remark, before everything blacked out from the sudden impact. An explosion, heard in the wind.

Are you sure you want to relive it all?

I don't know where to begin

My life has been a living hell

I'm not sure if I want to keep living, anymore

After what I've done… nothing's ever swell

But I have to move on and survive

Hoping that it would always last

And maybe, just maybe if I don't die

I could be doomed to relive the past

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My head hurts. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. Hell… my entire body hurts. But… why? All I can see right now is darkness. Or its just because my eyes are closed. I can't remember much of anything, really. I know I'm human, and basic human knowledge and culture. some of which I despise and some of which I enjoy. Though saying that I enjoy human culture isn't saying much. I despite it, more than liking some of its features, important or otherwise. A few thing that I hate spring to mind. Because of course they do.

I stare into the darkness, that is my eyelids being closed. I would open them, but for some reason I feel very weak, along with the pain I currently suffer, around my entire body, including my eyes. I feel... hangover-ish. But I don't drink alcohol. Or, I may have drunk alcohol before I was... If I did have some sort of drink, it could have been spiked. That maybe for certain. Or I was knockedout for some other mysterious reason.

Maybe this is just a dream. A very odd one at that.

I don't know what to do. I can't remember any 'recent' memories, being the last hour, before I was asleep. Or maybe knockedout. I don't know which one is true. I have some feeling that the latter is correct.

I try and wait for some strength to come back, so I can open my eyes. But for now… for some reason… I'll just relive the day that I just experienced, as painful as it is, but I just can't forget something so… let's say brutal. Though maybe that would be an over or understatement. I guess other people, if they watched what happened, can judge.

Well, I hope it's just another day at high school. I'm sorry, I hope it's a painless day at school. The days when you don't get teased, or poked, for at least… once. Just once. I'm just walking on a sidewalk, towards my school in Chicago, where it's always normal! I scoffed, as if it were that easy. I then imagine… living the good life. All day… every day… I can hope for that, all I want… but it'll never come true. Most of my life proves that, I guess. The morning I just had, definitely confirms it. But- forget it. Nothing won't ever come good of it- Stop it! I hit myself, dumbass.

I then notice the scenery around me. What a nice looking day. The sun is shining, with only a few clouds that are spotted. It was relatively… peaceful. For a long time… I can't remember when it was this quiet, around the streets. Unless there was going to me a brawl, or a gun-fight, it was never this silent. I was slightly suspicious, wondering if there was going to be an ambush.

No, I doubt that. To others, I'm worthless. Why they would kill me, is beyond me. No one's tried, thank the mythical god.

I was approaching my school, where I saw other people, both younger and older than me (I'm roughly the same age as most people in my year), getting slightly scared again. But… thinking about it, which all that is just normal for me. Ignore it, man. Ignore it…

But, hey… at least it is quiet and peaceful around here so-

"Hey, loser!" Oh, great. I eat my own words. Of course… the bullies were always around the front of the school. Whether they are waiting for me, or they just hang there, I don't know.

I just sighed, and lowered my head in shame, knowing what they were going to do next. They never beat me up, which is somewhat surprising, considering they are the school's bullies. Or… at least a small, yes small, part of them at this school. Which, may I add, mostly looks like a fucking dump. They approached me, as I walked through the front school gates, all three of them, two of whom were black, and the other was Hispanic. I don't get it, either. They would start teasing me, poking me, insulting me, maybe sometimes they would spit at me. Then…

Then it got worse. I shudder remembering those moments which came after. It… was too heartbreaking, soul-destroying, crushing my spirit, of what was left of it. I jut sighed at looked at the ground, with anger, wanting to beat up those bastards now. But, it's not like I have a choice in the matter right now.

After a few minutes of reliving those few moments, my strength was starting to come back now. I then slowly opened my eyes, which I had the ability of doing now. I was halfway opening them, when… the night sky. Whoa. I never seen it like this before. It's… beautiful. The night sky looks much more colourful, the stars are brighter, clearer than usual. I didn't see any yellow light, polluting the view of the sky, from other houses and buildings from the city. It was some sight to behold, as somewhat odd as it sounds. That's what it looked like to me, anyways. I felt calmer than before… something. Something which I couldn't remember. Oh, now I- remember… I sighed. Why do I always think of the negatives? I guess it's natural for me. Okay, just move on.

I wanted to sit up now, wondering if I had the strength. I did after a moment of trying to move the muscles in my body, aching in pain. Thankfully, it wasn't as much as when I first woke. I wonder how long I stared at the sky.

Well, I'm now sitting up and taking in the new… sights. The… creepy and eerie sights. Very dark colours, in a tone which wasn't very pleasant and reassuring. Dark colours spawned all around my vision.

I'm in a forest of some kind.

The trees of the forest, the colours came in the form of dark purples and blues. The bushes were in dark green. Moss covered random flora All having a negative vibe to me. Dangerous, perhaps. What kind of forest is this? The trees don't look like any forest I've ever seen, anywhere. I don't know where I can relate this forest to. I pondered for an unknown amount of time. It felt like hours, like everything I was feeling, including the pain that wasn't going away. Hang on, I'm getting some connection. From a book. The Heart of Darkness. The forests look like they were from the Congo. A darken African kinda look which I'm getting. 'Dark Africa'. That ain't a bad name for this forest. But…

Exactly where the fuck am I?

I can't remember exactly. I don't clearly remember anything after… that moment. Man, it gets me angry thinking about it.

After thinking that for who knows how long, I tried to clear my mind and rest.

I then stood too my two feet, while closing my bag, and looked down the path I was standing on. Both ways look nearly identical. I looked at my watch on my wrist (forget to mention it up until this point), and it said 8:43:14pm, about an hour after I decided to leave me house. I then sighed as I put the bag on the ground, and then preceded to lying and try to sleep on the ground. I didn't want to take the risk of exploring this deadly forest at night, so I decided to wait until morning.

It was an abysmal and interesting night, from the party too now, in the space of a few hours. Huh. The decision of putting the past behind me came quicker than I thought.

And my clothes, my black t-shirt, my grey sleeves, and my long dark grey tracksuit pants, didn't help me sleep, as it was really cold. I forget to bring a jacket. Damn. At least it wasn't raining any time soon, and it hopefully wouldn't be cold in the morning.

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And yet again, in true fashion of jinxing myself, it was raining. Thankfully it wasn't pouring. It was also much colder. I started to hate this forest there. What I also saw around my sleeping place confused me. There was fog everywhere, and there was darkness beyond the trees. My head felt slightly off, and my vision was ever so slightly black. Something was not right here. This game is starting to become deadly, blurring out some of my vision.

While I think this, I'm sitting up, and checking over my bag. No one has been around me last night. Thank mythical god. I look at my watch at its 8:23:05am. About normal wake up time in the morning. Or for me, getting beaten down until I get up.

I decided then to keep moving, because this forest seems unsafe for me. I put my bag on my back and stood up, looking in both directions on my path. I didn't know what was down either path. I looked towards where the sun was rising, and it was closer to the path on my right, so I went left. Might as well.

I walked through the fog, somehow. I kept attempting to be in a positive mood, while trying not to be spooked out by the look of this forest. And for the most part in my walk, in worked, surprising me even. I was whistling the British national anthem, because I liked the tune, and was slightly skipping slowly.

As I was walking, I observed the poisonous looking plants I encountered. I didn't touch any, just looked. The trees were also getting these odd patterns. All dark colours. Very odd. I heard a few roars coming from some unknown direction, but they were very faint, so I wasn't all that worried. But I was very… relieved. I haven't been this calm and unworried of being in pain, for a long time. Although pain is possible in this new world (it is), at this time I've yet to encounter it. It's been a spooky walk, but nothing looks like it can kill me, the plants and the flora, unless I interact with it, I think.

And when the moment when shit started to hit the fan, is when I heard a whole bunch of roars coming somewhere right in front of me, from a distance. I've been walking down this path for a good twenty minutes now, and this just suddenly happens. I wasn't sure what to do. Run off back down the path, or continue on, even more cautiously than before. I don't think my life has been worth it, I hope it will in the future, but now, we will see. I essentially said 'Fuck it', and continued down the path. The roars were getting slightly louder, but I couldn't see anything, even as the fog started to disappear.

At this time, the darkness was getting bigger around my surroundings. I was starting to get worried now. I slowly started to panic, but shook my head, when I came across a river. I looked around, and found ruins of a bridge, broken and laid over on the ground next to the river. That sort of spooked me, and lowered my chances of crossing this here river. I've been walking for thirty minutes now, and walked into a dead end of sorts.

And that's when I spotted four crocodiles or alligators (with what looks like rocks on their backs, oddly enough) in the river, slowly moving towards me, unsure of if they have noticed me, since their not looking, and unsure of whether I should go back. I could swim across, with the river not looking that shallow and going at an un-walkable pace, and I could hold up my bag while walking through it.

The downside is, if I trip over, I've lost my phone and my laptop, my only technology that I have, and that it could blow up right in front of me and/or electrocute me. And there are crocodiles swimming nearby. There was rarely any fog, and darkness for that matter, anywhere near the river. But the path behind me and over the other side, there's tons. I was pacing back and forth slowly, attempting to come up with a decision. I got my gun from out of my bag, just in case it came to that. I had a knife in my left pocket as well.

I decided to back off a few steps, getting close to the fog, when the crocodiles with rocks swam by, hoping they didn't see me and stop. And that's what they just did. All four of them saw me, and it looked like they made a beeline for me. I was now afraid there. "O-Okay… I d-don't want to hurt a-anyone h-here…" I stammered, backing off rather quickly into the fog, while the crocodiles move at the same pace I think, coming out of the water.

The first thing I noticed is that they are shaped like a crocodile, but their skin is entirely rock. Yeah, all of their skin are rocks. I got that feeling that this is not earth anymore. I didn't care to think about that as they approached me, getting closer. I booked it by then, not caring if they followed me, because I didn't think they would chase me, as I did not look back.

Thankfully, that didn't follow for the amount of time that I was running.

About five or ten minutes later, I assumed I ran to the same place where I slept. I was panting and sweating after continuously running.

The fog was mostly gone, surprisingly. The darkness also had lowered down in size. This place was odd indeed. I looked up at the sky, to see a nice looking sky, with the sun being redder than normal. I had a feeling there and then that I wasn't on earth anymore. There were too many unrealistic things occurring. I started to panic and pant, going down on my knees and looking at the ground, thinking about never meeting another human. It's a scary thought.

Even if all the humans I met caused me pain, it's still nerve racking to say that you're the only human alive on this planet. Or you're the only one of your race of this strange planer. But in some cases, you look forward, forget about the past, and don't turn back. In some cases.

And after running, it didn't get any better for a while, along with more running. I'm not really that active, so I now dislike running a lot. Now with every fibre of my being, or what's left of it, but I hate it nonetheless.

Now what happened, after thinking about all that, I got up after a debate in my head, but when I looked up, I froze, seeing a creature, right in front of me, was a Chimera? Or, at least it looked like one. The creature had a tiger's front body, a snake for a tail, and a goat's hindquarters and head on its left shoulder, along with multiple colours. All three heads just stood at me, not moving an inch, while I was trying my best to not shake, and stand still.

I walked back a step slowly, before the Chimera moved, charging at me. I braced for impact while closing my eyes, thinking about my life in a few split seconds, remembering nothing but bad moments, and maybe somewhat relieved that I won't experience anymore. But also feeling bad, that I won't ever make any friends, or for the record, anyone that likes, or even cares for me. I was scared nonetheless. I then just awaited my death, reluctantly accepting it.

And then after a moment, it just disappeared, as I wasn't killed, or felt any pain. I looked around in confusion. Why did I see an animal for a few moments, only to disappear when I braced? I thought the forest was getting to me there. Making me go insane, by seeing hallucinations. But, it could have been a ghost, which is very unlikely. But then again, that scene proved I wasn't on earth anymore. It made me wonder what world am I on.

Waste of fucking time, that was.

After compositing myself after a few moments, trying to get over the fear of pain and death, somewhat failing, I walked on. I was getting scared by the second, as the darkness slowly moved back into my vision. I heard the roars again, coming from an unknown direction, from some distance away. I was shuddering at that point. "Okay, the roars came from a faraway distance. It's only my imagination." I repeated to myself, in an attempt to calm myself down. It kinda worked for the most part. Before I stepped on a twig and jump scared myself, falling to the ground in the process. At this point, I was fucking scared of anything, and would kill on sight if provoked. I wanted to survive, with the adrenaline starting to occur in my body, for the hope of my dreams. I was not giving it up that easily, not matter what happened.

I got myself up, and looked around my surroundings, which was different. The fog had completely appeared again everywhere (with me barely able to see the path), the darkness was getting bigger in my vision, and there was the Chimera again, in front of me, staring at me. I stared back in slight confusion, wondering why I was seeing this beast again. Then it waved an arm, and turned around, running off down the path. Unsure of what to do, I followed running. It was the only path I could go down anyways, and I didn't want to go back towards that dangerous lake with whatever that crocodile-like creature was.

It was nine o'clock at this point in time. Every now and again, the Chimera (I didn't know the gender. Couldn't tell) would look back towards me to see if I was catching up. I would stop a few times to catch my breath, running in this forest. It's harder to run with a bunch of shit in your bag. The Chimera didn't seem like it mind. It would just look at me, while I felt nervous about running with this beast. Not that I had a real choice. I ran for about half an hour, wondering where the fuck I was going, but it was best not to question it when I'm following a ghost of some sorts.

I heard a roar and a scream coming from down the path, which I presumed was pretty close. As I was taking my gun out of my pocket, just in case I needed it (while the feeling of fear started to come back), the Chimera stopped in my tracks, slowly turning around. I froze in place while it was walking up to me slowly, while I kept hearing roars down the path. Its tiger head went up to mine, straight in my face with a small smile, and said "Please remember..." with a soft feminie voice of some sort. I was absolutely stunned by that remark, while the Chimera disappeared into the light. How did it know my name? What is this forest doing to me? Is this a part of the game? Have some fri- I wanted to rage there, but it wasn't the time. I started to hate this ghost, of if he's behind it, Discord. This forest was fucking me up.

Anyways, once this female Chimera spoke those words, I was stunned, scared in fear and I was looking into space, wondering what world am I in. It was fucking crazy, that's for sure. My trance was broken when I heard those screams again in a high-pitch, followed by a loud roar. I shook my head, not caring about that moment there and then, and bolted down the path, with my mind rushing through so many thoughts, that I couldn't describe it, hoping there is answers to my questions, of where, when, why, and how I'm in this forest, filled with… magic most likely. Fuck magic, sometimes.

After twenty or so seconds of running, I found the source of the loud noises, which, then, filled me with fear, anger and confusion. The source of the roaring was a creature the size and shape of a wolf… made out of wood, with green fucking glowing eyes. That stunned me, gazing at the creature. Why is there a wolf, made out of wood, in this- Thinking about it again, this forest is crazy after all, with all I've seen? I didn't, and couldn't, question it there and then, when I saw the prey it was roaring and staring at, a yellow coloured, small horse. From a distance, it looked like a small horse, with yellow fur and pink fur in a bunch of patterns on its head and tail, along with a tattoo of three symbols on its back leg that I couldn't make out, along with a few slight wounds on its body, around the neck area.

"What kind of fucking place is this?" I quietly asked to no one, making sure that both beings that are shown in front of me didn't hear those words. What I was thinking there is that this place had all kinds of crazy around. Magic does a lot of shit, both good and bad. Go figure.

It could be a pony, but one, how in this world is there creatures like everything I've seen? Two, why was this small creature was (really it was trying cower away from that big beast) with a wooden wolf. How did the pony encounter the wolf, and why wasn't the pony running away again? A justifiable reason as to why this small pony was facing a wolf like this, baffles me. The pony may not out run the wolf, I guess. It seemed too traumatised, to me. And finally, this wolf looked like a fucking badass. A wolf was made out of wood, which I guess, and shortly later proven, hardly made a dent in its wooden-made skin if you tried and attacked it. Magic is a bitch sometimes.

But while I was thinking this, I was frozen, unable to move any body part, while my backpack fell to the ground with a thud. No one else heard this. I watched for a few seconds as the wolf tried to swipe the… I went with the term 'pony' there, it just missed as it ducked, and kept moving away as fast as it could, crawling. I felt some sign of relief. It screamed out "Help!" in a high-pitched feminine voice. And these ponies can tal- It wasn't the time to ask that question, I had to roll with it. Anyways, it sounded like a girl, who seemed shy for some reason. I was filled with worry and some rage, a creature killed another creature that can't fight back (as hypocritical as it sounds, being a human and all), in this case, I had to save the pony, no matter what.

Before the wolf could attempt another swipe, I held my gun, and shot toward its right eye, hitting it in the process. The wolf yelped in pain, falling backwards to its left, keeping a claw on its eye, while feeling pain, I presume. I stared at it for a second, before looking at my gun, which was still being pointed at the wolf, and then at the pony, who was looking at me in, what I assumed was, surprise, shock, and maybe fear, on her face's expression. This small distraction made her crawl further backwards, out of attacking range, and against a tree. I turned back to the wolf, after ten or so seconds, to see the wolf charging at me with only one eye, it's left.

With my bag laying on the ground to the side, near the bushes (so hopefully it couldn't be destroyed and/or noticed by the wolf), I rolled out of the way, just in time for him to charge past, to the right of me. But it wasn't without a small wound to my lower left leg. I really wasn't limping then, as I was quickly moving back towards where the wolf was in pain. I think the pony was just watching this unfold, with the wolf ignoring her attention of her presence. The wolf tripped over while swiping my leg, and fell over onto the ground, rolling a few metres back down the path. I quickly pointed my gun at the wolf's head, and shot three times. It barely did anything, or if it did, it was good at not showing pain. The bullets just ricocheted off its head into different directions, with some wood being chipped out of its body.

While they do look badass, it's a big pain having wolves somewhat immune to wood. I couldn't question why it was made out of wood there and then, as the wolf was recovering and started to walk towards me. I then tried to shoot its left eye, but failed as there was no bullets left in the gun, and the other mags where in my bag, right next to the wolf (that it couldn't see it). I looked at the gun with a panicked expression, and through it on the ground, as the wolf started walking towards me in a fighting stance of sorts. I then got a more even more serious expression on my face, as I pulled out my two knives in both of my pockets, while we circle each other, looking each other in the eyes (or eye for the wooden beast).

We continued this for ten to twenty seconds, waiting for the other to make a move. I knew that this beast was stronger than me and faster, so I had to go on the defensive. When taking self-defence classes, 'I learnt that if you are fighting someone that is stronger than you, use that against him', or something like that. I was worried then, so I couldn't exactly remember. First, the wolf leapt at me, trying to jump on my body. I quickly ducked to my left side, and then grabbed onto the wolf, as it was still moving forward. I tried to stab its head with a knife, but made a little impact (only slightly breaking a log). I was on top of the wolf now, which was a mistake as it realised this, and lower its front legs and raised its back, to make me fall in front of the wolf. As I quickly turned around, the wolf leapt at me, getting on top of me.

The pony, watching, as screaming something that I couldn't comprehend. The wolf tried to bite into my head, but I moved first, with its head going mouth first into the ground. I stabbed at its head on the left side/with my right-holstered knife, hoping for something. There was some damage being shown, but it wasn't enough as the wolf got its head out of the ground, looking dazed. I took this as my chance as I kicked, with both of my feet, at its gut area, sending it backwards. But that was not before its claws swiped me across the face. Luckily it wasn't in the eyes, but five scratches was marked across my face. As I tried to get over the pain and tried to get up again, the wolf was backing off as well, trying to get its composure.

After a moment of putting my hand of my face, checking the damages, I was standing in front of the wolf, with small amounts of blood coming across my eyes and my vision. The wolf looked at me for a second before growling, and swiping, with its right claw, across my lower right stomach area, tearing the shirt and taking some flesh with it. I was caught off guard with this, not being able to react fast enough, when I immediately clenched my stomach so I could try and stop the pain as much as I could, and so that I could try and not bleed everywhere. The gash didn't go too far through my skin, but it definitely left a mark. I was on my knees when I was in pain, when the wolf was growling and charging at me again.

Only this time, I saw this coming.

As it was leaping into the air, I got my knife in my right hand, and swung it into its left eye. The wolf did not expect this, and was howling in pain for a good twenty seconds, rolling around in a position on the ground, while I was limping away with my stomach wound, but it wasn't without a sacrifice, as it clawed into my left shoulder. As the wolf got back up, after attempting to get over the pain, it looked towards me for a second, before I kicked its head with a left-roundhouse kick, taking it off guard. The kick made the wolf dazed and facing the opposite direction, when I did the same action, only with the right leg this time, into its left side of the head.

It turned around again, facing me with an expression in pain and maybe agony, along with it feeling dazed, I dropped the knives in my hands and punched the wolf in the head, with a right hook, followed by a left over hook, and finally a right uppercut. My fists had blisters in them and they were probably in pain, but I couldn't really feel it with the adrenaline soaring through my body. The wolf fell backwards on the ground, dazed and in pain, whimpering surprisingly. I then quickly turned around and grabbed my knives. But when I turned around, the wolf didn't try and attack me. Instead, it ran off down the path I ran to get here. I looked on as the wolf ran, before I collapsed to my knees, dropping the knives and trying to get through the pain. There, my eyes started to go teary, along with the blood that was there already.

"O-Oh my! Are you okay mister?" A soft voice asked me, towards my right. I looked towards the pony, giving her a chance to see the pain I was in. I then got a better look at this one. Her fur was a lighter yellow than I thought, and her Hair (or was it called Mane with horses) and Tail were coloured pink. Her mane (until I'm stand corrected) went over her eyes. The three symbols of her tattoo on her back legs (on both, oddly) where three pink butterflies. I couldn't ask why right there. She also had some scratches on her body, along with few bruises, but nothing looked serious, like what I was going through. She looked shy to me. When she looked at me for a moment, she had a horrified expression on her face, while I think she couldn't tell mine. For her question, I shook my head and replied with "Are you okay?" very slowly.

She shook her head pretty quickly, still with the expression, and said "Oh no, your hurt! You need to get help immediately!" Well no shit, Sherlock. I then, ever so slowly, got to my feet standing up, after half a minute. The pony still had a worried look on her face. I was panting with pain being sent through all of my body. Though, I have experienced worse, sadly.

I looked around my surroundings, to find my bag was in the bushes 100 or so meters away. I wanted to know if anything was damaged. If it was, I would be mad, but the amount of pain that I was in, it was hard to rage.

I then asked the pony a few questions, while I limped a few paces. "So… What's your name…?" I nervously asked. I wasn't the social person. Not that I had a choice or anything.

She then jumped up in mild-shock and made an 'Eep!' sound or something. After gaining her composure after a moment, she replied with "O-Oh, sure! My name is Fluttershy. Do you need any help?" in a very shyly voice, while also sounding concerned.

"N-No… I'll be…" I stammered, before being cut off while I fell to the ground, on my knees. I couldn't take the pain of walking for a while there.

The pony then immediately rushed to my side, surprisingly. She said "No, no! You can't wal- Wait here." While I was rolling over into a sitting-up position. My right hand was still on my stomach wound, bleeding in pain. She then continued, looking at the paths around us. "I'll find a friend. She can help you get to my cottage. I need to save you! I'll be back!" She yelled, somewhat rushing those words, as she then ran off down the path that was opposite of the one I came down. She said cottage, as my mind was blowing. I just nodded in response, still in shock over the events that just transpired. Ponies can talk, wolves are made out of, ghosts exist, and crocodiles are made of rock… What the fuck is this place?

I thought this while I was looking around, taking in the sights. It looked beautiful, too an extent. The path I came down still looked like it was a part of the 'Dark Africa' forest, but the new area that I'm in, looks around the same but with brighter colours, no signs of any fog and any darkness, and nothing that wants to kill me.

Although I still thought I was in danger, I could have died bleeding out before Fluttershy, weird ass fucking name that I have to question later, could find her 'friend' that can help me. She seemed nice, and really… cared for me then. I may have gotten a friend, by saving her life. But, and I sadly can't stop this, I always think about the negative side of things, unfortunately. I started to become nervous that she wouldn't come back for me. That she would leave me to die, my bleeding out. But, no. I thought she would come back and help me, with her 'friend' she mentioned. If she doesn't care for me, than the tone of the words she spoke said otherwise. So… she really did care for me. That what I realised there in that moment. I started to become happier, even with all the pain I was going through. Another question that I have to think about is, how long until they dump you and leave you in the gutter? That's what happens with humans, anyways. Maybe these ponies are different. She didn't seem like the violent type at all.

Digressing from this topic, I looked at my watch, which had one or two scratches on the glass screen, reading '9:42:12am'. Well it's been one hell of a morning, that's for sure. Time flies, but it really wasn't pleasant at all. Fucking Timberwolves. I wonder if their called that, but that's what I'm calling them from now on.

I got up a few times, slowly limping towards my gun, grabbing it off the ground with one knee down, and preceded to walk over to my bag in the bushes. I attempted to wipe the blood off of my eyes several times, but once I accidentally wiped blood over my mouth. I hate these badass wolves.

By the time I was walking, I didn't know how much blood I've lost, but I was now starting to feel slightly drowsy. I stopped in the middle of my walk, bending over with my hands on my knees. I wondered if she was going to come back anytime soon. It's been five minutes. And she didn't ask me how she was going to get her friend, which got me thinking there, thinking that she betrayed me and left me to bleed out. I was starting to get mad there, but then opted against it, and wait patiently, hoping that she would come back, and hoping that hope isn't bleak, because that's what it seemed there.

Faintly, I heard a shout coming from a raspy voice, confusing me. I stood up and looked around, first at the path I came, then the path to the right of it, where I saw something cyan in the distance. It was flying. Yeah, I didn't want to know why there and then, so I went with 'Magic'. I then turned around, suddenly when I heard a twig snap. It wasn't anything, as everything seemed unchanged to me. I shrugged it off.

And then it went further down the depths of mythical hell.

What I saw when I turned back towards that cyan thing, something happened in a split second that I hard to describe. What I saw, was a flash of cyan bolting towards me. Within a second, with no time to react, the thing speared me in the stomach-wound area, back into a tree, fifty or so metres away. On impact, my back starting hurting with a lot of pain, my abdomen was in immense amount of pain there, and there was more blood escaping my body. That attack took the absolute wind out of me, and I was unable to breathe for a few moments. My eyes were closed once the thing shot at me.

I was panting as two or three blisters coming out of my back was thriving in pain, contributing to ruining my shirt with tears, as I was panting, not at all catching my breath. Once I opened my eyes, with an expression on my face in pain, shock, and maybe horror, I saw the thing that attacked me, flying, or floating, in the air.

It was a cyan-coloured pony, only it could fly. A Pegasus I think it was called. This Pegasus had disorganised hair in a Rainbow-coloured pattern. The same with its tail. It had some sort of a pinkish-purple coloured eyes, and a tattoo on its back legs, the same with Fluttershy. Only this time, it was a cloud with some thunderbolt coming out of it.

I was in too much pain to even think why that was. Instead, I had a pair of eyes dawning down on me, with an angry expression that reads 'I want to kill you'. I started to get scared now, as I was already in shock.

The pegasi grabbed me by both collars of my shirt, or at least around my shoulder area, and then threw me back onto the tree in a sitting position. The amount of pain I could handle was getting smaller and smaller. The Pegasus then jumped onto me and shouted "Where is Fluttershy?!" in a feminine and raspy voice, while holding back her right foreleg, ready to punch me. I tried to respond to that, but she already threw a right hook, hitting my jaw. I was in excoriating pain then. It got worse. I then responded, stammering, as she landed even more punches.

"I sav-" She laid a left hood to my right cheek area. "ed her li-" By then, she just laid three more right hooks to my face. In my vision, I could barely see this Pegasus. Blood was all over my vision. And for a moment while she was punching, I was wondering why this pony was hurting me. I guess this was Fluttershy's friend, and they were both trying to find each other. And this one saw me, standing there with marks all over my face, and probably the amount of blood on the ground, which I didn't noticed. I put two and two together, and thought that she thought I ate her friend, and that I was the main culprit. But when you think about it after a moment, there is a few traces that don't make sense. Like, there are no marks of anypony's hands- sorry, hooves' bruises anywhere on my body. I couldn't say this to her, because after her third shot, I was unable to talk, paralysed probably.

I really thought I was going to die from this Pegasus, and then accepted it, as I thought there that no one cared for me. As she was going for her sixth punch of my face, with some blood on her hair and her hooves, a voice suddenly stopped that. I couldn't make out exactly who, but I guess it was Fluttershy. My ears were also slightly paralysed, not sure how that works, but it happened. After a few seconds, the pegasi's expression slowly went from anger, to shock, to guilt and regret. Then then quickly backed away from me, when my vision was starting to black out. When she completely backed off, I saw a yellow blur, presumably Fluttershy, and a purple one, around the same size, and a smaller purple blur. I didn't know what to make of this.

After a second of the batshit-crazy pony backing off of me, I tried to say something, before falling over to my side and blacked out. Arrivederci.

Are you sure that this is real?

I just want you to remember for now.

Making up things in your head won't get you anywhere, but it has in the past, but not for the future.

Do you even want to remember?

Don't you? If not...

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"Oh shit! Is that what I think it is?"

"Yup! Sandstorm, closin' fast!"

"So, get us outta here!"

"Not with these guys on our ass!"

"Then take us in!"

"Into the storm?! Are you nuts?!"

"Guess we will have to find out."

...

"Hold on!"

"Oh shit! Brace-

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"Bah!" I yelled out, immediately bolting up into a sitting position, widening my eyes, after having that odd dream, about three men in a helicopter shooting at other helicopters, while flying through a city that was run down by a sandstorm, while another sandstorm occurred. I was shocked by that last moment, which woke me up, jump scaring me.

But when I sat up, I immediately felt pain around my abdomen and back areas, and closed my eyes shut, moaning while I put my right hand to my stomach and my left to my face.. I then quickly fell back to lying down, on some bed, I think. I still felt pain, which some was coming back to other areas of my body. Mainly my face, head, and stomach areas. Only it didn't hurt as much as when I was in the forest. And I didn't feel any cuts. And my clothes felt different, along with the blankets that were placed over my legs. The hell is this? With my eyes still closed, I guessed as to where I am. I then heard a beeping noise, along with some murmuring that I couldn't exactly make out. I'm… in a Hospital? But how, though? I guess I didn't die, somehow. And Fluttershy got me here somehow, as well. Well, there was clear evidence of magic in that forest I was in, so I guess magic healed me. It's the most likely answer.

There's nothing else to do, as the pain around my body slowly went away, again. I slowly opened my eyes, and leaned up. I looked around the room I was in. It looks like a typical hospital room. But it doesn't seem like an earth hospital. My vision was still blurry. As it was clearing up, I saw Fluttershy to the left of me, having a soft smile, along with all of her cuts and bruises disappearing. Magic is useful for certain things, after all. I made a small weak smile back at her. Then I turned my head to the right when- Hang on, that fucking cyan Pegasus is here. What?! I'm never really angry, but the expression she now sees on mine, makes her' goes to a guilt-filled one with regret and worry. My expression was anger. My eyes twitched, as I wanted to leap at her throat, but then I didn't because I still think she can beat the shit out of me. I nearly did a stupid thing, there.

The Pegasus saw my face again, and looked away, while rubbing her neck and smiling sheepishly. She can be guilty all she wants, I'm not forgiving her. To my right of the batshit crazy pony-thing, I saw a caramel-coloured unicorn. I guess that makes sense in a way. This unicorn had a brown mane and tail, while wearing a- So this guy is the doctor. He looks like a male to me. He was smiling at the sight of me waking up. That's… Alright. And to the righ- Hang on is that a dragon?! Holy fuck, it is! Only, it looks like a baby dragon, coloured in purple and some type of green, who was staring at me. I think he was analysing me. Not sure. My expression was just a confused one, as I looked around the room. Then I saw another unicorn. Only this one looked more like a girl, and had different patterns of the colour purple. She was smiling as well, while making a sigh of relief. I guess the two purple blurs were the unicorn and the dragon. I wonder how they got me here. Maybe teleportation.

"You're awake!" Fluttershy softly spoke, not being shy at all, with some excitement in her eyes. I smiled back at her, somewhat nervously. I don't really converse with anyone, so this will be new to me.

"Yes, how are you feeling, sir?" the Doctor pony asked me.

Sir? Never heard that term used to describe me before. That was new. Well what do I say? I fear for whatever I say wrong, I will regret it. Unless anger takes me over. "I feel better…" was the only words I could mutter. I was honest, I did feel better. I wonder how much magic it took to heal my wounds. Oh, I have bandages. Why didn't I notice that before? And why didn't I notice my bag laying against a wall, next to Fluts. That's a terrible nickname, and that could offend her, don't say that name.

I think Fluttershy sighed in relief, along with the rainbow one. "That's good. You were… quite damaged severely… once you were rushed here." He responded, slightly stammering. Hang on- How severe were my wounds and the damages to my face? And why does my jaw, and everything around my face, feel quite normal, ridden of any pain? I'm starting to respect magic again.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, and then, nervously, spoke "How severe… was it doctor?"

The purple unicorn, the dragon and Fluttershy started to look away nervously, oddly. I don't feel as bad as I did. How badly did rainbow here beat me up?

"Well…" He started to stammer. "You received major cuts to your… central body area, along with major cuts to your face, and minor cuts to your leg, there…" Right, how badly did my face get broken? This will be… interesting to say the least.

"And your face," the cyan one flinched at the sound of those words, oddly. "Had, or so we believed, a broken jaw, chin and two broken teeth." Wow that Pegasus can punch. I don't think I want to get on her bad side. Unless I ever get real pissed off. I still hate her. Wait, did he say 'or so we believed'?

"But keep in mind, we have never met your kind before, so the anatomy of your body was somewhat hard to heal, but it's mostly healed now." He said with a smile. Makes sense now. So I am the only human inhabited on this world of… ponies and fucking wild animals.

I just moaned as I laid back, thinking about the events that transpired, and the dream I had. Why did I dream about that? Why does 'Phil' sound familiar?

I then laid back up and asked "How was I rushed here exactly?" curious as to how they did this.

I saw the cyan one, shaking in… fear maybe, chuckling nervously, still looking away to the side, floating slowly towards me, while still rubbing her neck with her… hoof. "Yeah… I flew you here as quickly as I could." She spoke. Really? I don't know if I should believe that. Why the fuck should I trust her, again?

"Yeah, after nearly killing me…" I muttered under my own breath, looking away to my left in the process while also crossing me arms, hoping that it was loud enough so that she heard what I said. I think she got the message, as she immediately flinched backwards.

Now she started to stammer "Y-Yea-yeah…" while it looked like she was choking, and maybe her eyes were getting teary. But it looked like she manned up a bit. "…I-I'm sorry, fo-for… punching yo-"

I then decided to cut her off and make her feel even guiltier. "-Me after beating me for no fucking REASON!" I shouted with anger and hatred. Wait, I've never felt like this, before. So this is how having a passion to kill feels like. It doesn't really feel good.

The looks on everyone's faces had mixed expressions. Fluttershy made some 'Eep!' sound again, the doctor, Twilight and Spike looked between me and the Pegasus in shock of some sort, and the cyan pony looked like she was starting… to get mad? For me standing up for myself? How much of this can I-

"Look, I said I was sorry, alright? You don't need to make me feel guilty." The bitch just scolded me, moving much closer, with an irritated expression. I've never felt this angry before, but I was going to release it. I think the purple unicorn could tell was I was going to do, but I wasn't sure.

"Then why the FUCK DID YOU ATTACK ME FOR?!" I shouted at her, while giving the rainbow bitch a glare that said 'I'm going to kill you, now'. I went straight up into her face, staring into her eyes with hatred and pain. I think Fluttershy, the dragon and the Doc may have flinched, being surprised that I was this- Well, how are they surprised that I'm angry? Fucking… I don't even know.

Rainbow, instead of backing away, she butted her forehead against mine, surprising me. "Because I thought you ate Fluttershy!" she yelled at me with her raspy voice. I raised another eyebrow while we both glared at each other. I think Fluttershy said something, but it was so soft, I didn't hear it.

Then suddenly, a purple aura formed around me, and pulled me back towards the pillows I was sleeping on. A caramel aura formed around the crazy rainbow pony and pulled her back too, surprising both of us. We both looked around for a moment, when I saw the source of the auras. The purple unicorn pulled me back with her own magic, with her horn glowing a purple colour, while the doctor pulled back the rainbow-cyan freak. I muttered "The hell…" in a lot of confusion, with my anger dying down, but it was still there.

"Ok, that's enough, you two." Said the purple one, with a serious face, looking at me for a second, while I looked away, in shame for whatever reason. I didn't want to look her in the eyes for some reason. I then looked back, when she was glaring at the Pegasus, with a shameful look reappearing on the cyan's face. Simultaneously both of our auras that held us disappeared, and the cyan one floated disorganised, trying to get her balance. That was kinda funny. I snickered a bit, looking at her. She glared right back at me. Then I saw the purple unicorn turn back towards me, now smiling. The doctor was also smiling again.

"Now, I'm sorry for my friend here, and her… actions…" She continued. Wait, this thing is your friend? You may have some issues, lady. I wasn't sure how to answer this, so I just looked at her, while she kept talking. "…Rainbow Dash here- I just got her off, laughing for a moment. Oh, these fucking names. Their stupid and priceless. Four of them just looked at me in confusion, while Dash looked irritated. Alright. "What's so funny?" the purple unicorn asked curiously.

I sighed as I stopped laughing. "Sorry, it's just- You won't get it. Please continue." I smirked for a few moments after that. Rainbow Dash. These names, man.

"O-Okay then. Dash here thought… that you ate Fluttershy." She then spoke, making me raise an eyebrow, before looking at Dash, who seemed like she was angry and guilty at the same time. If she is really sorry, she's good at not showing it. But really no one ever cares for me. Except in this moment, when at the least three (I don't know about the dragon) actually cares for me.

"I- Okay… go on…" Those were the only words that I could stammer out of that remark. I really didn't know what to say to that. When you think about it, it kinda made some degree of sense, but she didn't give me a chance to explain. The benefit of the doubt is being shown here.

She then continued "But you actually… saved her life… from a Timberwolf, no less." Okay, so they are called Timberwolves. And she seems surprised that I saved her life from those badass/deadly fucks that are magical beasts. Huh. "And, we thank you for your service, for saving Fluttershy." That sounds like I'm getting laid off of work or something. I wasn't sure if she really meant that, so I stared at her for a couple of seconds. She wasn't budging- She meant that? Okay… "And… I apologised for my friend… nearly killing you… For some random stranger…" She looked like she was starting to choke up there. That… okay. She's really grateful that her friend didn't die. That makes sense. But for how long though? That is the main question.

I looked towards Fluttershy, who softly said "Thank you." I smiled and nodded back at her. Wait- I rarely ever smile. And before, I smiled. The hell is happening here? What the fuck is this magic doing?

"No worries." I replied with slowly, meaning it. I hoped she believed that I meant it.

Thankfully, it looked like it did, and had a slightly bigger smile on her face, which was hard to tell with her pink mane going over her face. The Doc was still smiling, while 'Rainbow Dash' continued to look both angry and guilty.

"Will you be okay?" the purple unicorn asked me. I turned to her.

"I think I will be. I feel much better than… before." I responded with, remembering the pain I suffered. I shuddered in slight fear of those moments.

The purple unicorn then smiled. "I'm sorry, I don't think you know our names." That caught me off guard, somewhat. I really wasn't curious, but it's not a bad thing to know. "My name is Twilight Sparkle." She said, while I was trying my hardest not to laugh, but these names man… "This here, is my assistant, Spike." She pointed to the baby dragon, who waved a hand. Assistant? How does that work? I guess I can find out later. I just waved back to him.

Then the Doc stepped forwards and spoke "My name is Doctor Horse." I gave him a slight deadpanned stare. Is that really is fucking name? That is stupid. Is he supposed to be 'Doctor House'? This seems like a rip-off.

Now, I turned towards Dash, whose name I already know. But I didn't interrupt the introductions here. She looked at me, then at Twilight, raising an eyebrow. Twilight nodded, and Dash just sighed. Then she bolted up, looking proud, for whatever reason. "My name is Rainbow Dash, the fastest flier in Equestria!" She bragged. An egotist. I forget how many of those that I've met. A lot. Too many, is a better number. I wasn't sure if she was lying or not, but it would make sense that she calls herself the 'faster flier', as she apparently rushed me here. I really wonder how guilty she really is, if she is remorseful, or just acting this awkward play. Hope it's not the latter. And- Equestria? That… I'll ask later.

But, hang on, this one is an egotist. I bet I can piss her off. I've never done this, because that wouldn't help me socially. "Yeah, sure." I bluntly stated. I don't want to push her too far. And the reaction I kinda predicted, occurred, as she just glared at me. I shrugged in response.

"And I've met Fluttershy." I said, turning around the room, noticing something. These ponies seem too happy. Something is up. How are they always smiling, except for when I yelled? No one is this friendly. Hmm.

"So Doc, when can I leave?" I turned towards him, not sure if I should leave town, or just stay. Guess it's not much of a choice.

"Well, we want to make sure you get a full recovery," Really? "So you will be in here for a few more hours." I sighed as I laid back on my pillow. I just said alright, as he spoke again.

"Okay, I think I want to be alone for a while, so I can think things over." I said, wondering whether I should stay or leave.

Twilight interrupted my thoughts, as the Doc nodded and starting leaving the room. She said something about her wanting to show her around town. I replied with "Okay…" suspiciously, as she just smiled, and left the room with Spike, what a name for a dragon, of all things, and Fluttershy. Rainbow didn't leave, for some reason.

When the other four left, Dash started glaring at me. "Okay, I don't know if you are trustworthy or not, but you saved my friends life, so I can trust you for now." Wow. Is she starting to make a threat? "But if you ever mess with anyone of my friends," she has a more of an angry tone in her voice as she starting moving straight into my face. "I will beat the crap out of you!" She then snarled right at me, in my face. She was a lot angrier than I expected. And she'll beat the crap out of me again. Yeah, ain't that great. I didn't do anything but glare at her still.

For a while. Maybe like a minute, before my expression started to become more of a calmer nature. She looked surprised at my expression, backing off slightly. She then, flew towards the door, opening it before looking back at me, and then flew off out the room.

I then just sighed and laid back again, wondering why there are always people like that. Loyal to their friends and themselves and no one else. I put both of my hands on my face, while thinking this. I don't know what to do. I could make some friends here. I hope. Unless the Rainbow one runs me out of town, and/or gets the rest of this apparent town that I'm in, against me. I don't know.

I then reached over and grabbed my bag, and pulled out my journal book, and started writing in it, recalling the previous day. Come to think of it, I never asked how long I was out for. And then- Wait, where's my watch? No- no! Fucking hell! I lost my watch. How?! Great.

Guess I have to live without it.

After an unknown amount of time, I finished writing, and placed it back in my bag, zipping it up. I noticed that my letter was still there, and didn't look like it was opened. Good. Everything else was in there, as well, thankfully. Unsure of what to do know. I decided to go back to sleep.

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Blackness was the only thing that was in vision. Then the sun's light appeared with dust. The vision then scanned a tree from the top to the bottom roots, with the light shining through the holes from behind.

Then the vision moves out, showing the tree, which is a very small one placed on a desk, where there is a couple of books placed on top of it. There is a wooden chair, and a bookcase connecting to the right of it.

The vision then moves even further outwards, showing an entire room. The desk/bookcase is in the right-hand corner, with to the right, three glass doors are shown, with a small relaxing chair on a balcony outside, along with one large open glass door window open, with the blinds moved to the far left. There are a few plants in front of the curtains as well. In front of that, is a man lying halfway on a giant bed. The blankets have been moved down most of the way on the bed. The pillows are stacked neatly. The man, then started to wake up.

"Is Michael-Luke Buchanan the greatest man I ever worked with?" Phil asked, voicing over the vision. The man, who is now shown to have a short buzz cut, and looking like he is in his early forties, is now sitting up over the side of the large bed, panning around him. "Well, I don't know." Phil continued.

The vision now moves back outwards, showing the entire room again, with Buchanan still sitting. "There was this one time in Kabul when he dragged my bleeding carcass half a mile to an evac-chopper." Phil explained his backstory of the man, who now stood up and looked outside the large open window.

"So maybe I'm biased" Phil said, as Buchanan was now in a black shirt, walking across the vision, where, concealed in a glass case that was hanged against a wall, was four medals that looked like they were received by the United States army. There, also, was a golden statue, looking like a woman, pointing to the sky with her right hand, and a sword drawn, that was pointed down, in her left. "But the facts don't lie, the man's a fuckin' hero."

The vision then panned over a couple of pictures. On the left, was Buchanan and a blonde woman in a suit, while on the right, is Buchanan with a man looking like he was from Arabia. "Remember when the storms first hit Dubai?" Phil asked, while the vision panned over a picture of Buchanan talking, and shaking, President Barack Obama's hand, while being given the four medals from before. This picture was place in the centre. To the left, there was a newspaper clipping saying 'Sandstorms come to Dubai', and to the right, another newspaper clip says 'UAE Denied Need for Foreign Aid'.

"You were probably safe and sound at home, watching TV. Well, Konrad was leadin' the Dammed 33rd outta Afghanistan." Phil said as more pictures and newspaper clippings were being shown.

Then the vision showed Buchanan's army jacket being placed on a stand. "Stead of comin' home, he volunteered his entire battalion to help with the evac."

The vision turned towards a set of stair, where Buchanan started to walk up them. "I bet all you did was send a check." Phil guessed, still voicing-over all of this. "Rumour is Buchanan was ordered to abandon the city."

The vision then moved to a table, where a bunch of newspaper articles were stacked, all relating to the sandstorms in Dubai. There was a loaded gun on top of the stack. There was a briefcase as well, along with three pencils and a bunch of books. "Rumour is Konrad was ordered to abandon the city. He defied that order."

"And the 33rd stood with him." Buchanan is then shown to grab the gun. The vision turns to follow Buchanan, who is now wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, along with green baggy pants, looking clean. The gun was holstered in a Handgun holster on his right side. He was drinking coffee, while reading an article. "Now, the official story's still hazy 'bout what happened next. All we know for sure is the storms got worse. Much worse."

Buchanan is then standing in front of an open shōji, with a Zen Garden to the right of him. He then proceeded to walk out the open door. "Last thing we heard outta Dubai was the Konrad was leading a caravan of survivors' outta the city."

"That was six months ago." Buchanan is then shown looking over a glass railing on a big balcony, looking at the city of Dubai in its pre-sandstorm state, looking normal. There was dust clouds blocking half of his view. He smiled as he saw the city.

"Then, about two weeks ago, we picked up this transmission…" Phil said, as the vision slowly cut to black.

Static appeared at random times during the transmission. "This is Colonel "Luktz" Buchanan, United States Army. Attempted evacuation of Dubai ended in complete... failure. Death toll... too many..." And static was played for another ten seconds before it ended, and the vision cut to darkness, once again.

These visions mean something. But what?

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How much of this is real, Phil? How much of this is a lie? How much hope do you really have? You think you can run from your terrible past? Remember. You cannot forget the past, and you must accept that. Remember, Phil. Otherwise…

Otherwise, it will end in your death. You brought this on your ambitious self.

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I woke up, looking straight up at a white ceiling. Although, something woke me up. This place… looks like a hospital. What did I do? Why am I here? Hopefully, my parents don't kill me when they find out I'm here.

Wait… how did I get here? I can't remember. I can remember who I am… But… Oh, my fucking head. I guess I have amnesia.

Now, where am I? And… who woke me up?

I was woken up by a doctor, I think. It probably was. It makes sense, with the current surroundings that I have taken in.

Before I decided to get up, I thought about the dreams that I've been having since I got to this new world. First, a Helicopter battle through a city that was destroyed by a sandstorm, and then a guy called 'Phil' was talking about this man named 'Buchanan', who saved his life in Kabul, and then, presumably, died in Dubai, which was the apparent town Phil was fighting in the first dream. Why was I dreaming this? There has to be a meaning. Pain?

Pain will take me over again in the future, like always. It's more than likely to happen.

Think about the positives… Think about the positives… Forget the negatives… Okay, just get up, and deal with this pony that woke me up.

I went into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes. It looked like it was in the afternoon, around… maybe four o'clock. It's hard to tell without my watch- Which I apparently lost. Great.

As my vision was starting to get clearer from the blurriness, I saw this pony, which was smiling, kinda creepily. There is something wrong in this place. I'm getting a creepy vibe. Anyways, this pony looked like a female to me. Mares I think their called. And she looked like a nurse. Her fur was a fully white, along with a pink mane. There was a Red Cross symbol on her back legs, and on her cap as well. She was smiling, hopefully she doesn't-

"Hello, sir! Good to see that you're awake." She spoke.

"Ugh…" I moaned, rubbing my head, my vision was becoming less blurry and blurrier by the second. "Where… am I? And how did… I get here?" I asked, slowly as my head was throbbing.

"Oh! Well, you're in Ponyville Hospital!" She said, cheerily.

What? Ponyville…? Okay, some things are starting to come back. Me, attempting to run away from home, when I was mysteriously transported to that darken-filled place of a forest, when I saved the life of another pony… from a wolf of sorts… There also was something about a guy named 'Discord', and a Chimera…

"And you arrived here a few days ago, when you were rushed by Rainbow Dash." She continued. Okay… That name… sounds familiar, slightly… something to do with pain. I don't know why, exactly…

"After you- I wasn't told actually. It's just that you were in this terrible condition." So, either the word didn't get around… or… it was all a dream. I sighed. I don't feel like I'm in any pain.

How did I get amnesia, anyways? I rubbed my head, again.

"I'm sorry sir, but may I ask, what is your name?" She asked

"My name is Walker…" I said, slowly and cautiously. I made this up on the spot. I wonder why Walker came to mind.

"Well, hello Walker, my name is Nurse Redheart." She said with a smile. Redheart… Odd name for a pony, but… I don't want to think about this now. I have more important things to worry about.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, slowly and suspiciously. She said I was here for a few days. I wonder what has happened during that time period.

"Well, when you first came in, you were knocked out for two days while we healed most of your wounds." How badly were my wounds? I had wounds? "And you woke up three days ago for a few seconds, apparently. Then, you passed out."

Wait, what?

"Passed out?" I asked, confusingly. I was only up for a moment, before I passed out? But, I met those four ponies then, which I now remember. I didn't remember what they looked like… so… how? It made no sense to me. How did that happen?

"Yep! Twilight said you poked your head up for a second, before passing out again, three days ago." She, somewhat, repeated. Twilight… That name sounds familiar to me. Was she one of the ponies I met? I know that Shy-like one, but I couldn't remember the rest. Or, what they looked like.

The fuck?

The pony I saved in the dark forest, was yellow and pink, named… Flutter… Shy I think. Wha- Why can't I exactly remember what happened?

There was a wolf… made out of wood, that attacked the pony… and I saved her… nearly passed out, got the shit beaten out of me from some rainbow pony… then I was confronted by four ponies… and… some other thing, then…

What happened? Why do I have amnesia? How come I just got thi-

Holy shit… He made me forget about what happened? Or… was it all a dream? It can't be- I'm lying in front of a Nurse pony… In a hospital. Is it a dream? Is this one? N-No it can't-

"Sir? Are you alright there?" I got out of my trance there. She looked somewhat worried at my expression, which had a disbelieving and panicking one.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking over some things…" I calmly said, trying to regain myself. What else could I say? If I explained things to this one, she might think I'm crazy. I don't want that to happen, me going to an asylum.

Oh… my fucking head…

"Oh, well… You have a few visitors that want to see you…" Visitors? Who exactly? I guess it makes sense if Fluttershy wants to thank me, but… who else? Maybe that 'Twilight' or 'Rainbow Dash' names I heard.

I looked around for my bag wher- The only thing I remembered… It's gone. W-What?! Where my bag?!

"Where's my bag gone?" I asked worryingly and somewhat angrily. If someone stole my bag, then I'm going to be real mad. Or, if that was a dream, and my bag was never found… Oh, great.

"E-Eh… What bag? When you arrived, there was no bag with you when Dash brought you in… in a… disturbing state…" She looked horrified at those last words. It, most likely, was a dream. Fuck. I didn't know the guys' names anyways.

Dash? Was that the name of the one that beat the shit out of me? Or was she the friend of Fluttershy? My head…

"O-Oh yeah… Send them in." I didn't want to think about this right now. Let's just get this over with.

She nodded, and opened the door, leaving the room in the process. Don't know why. It looked like she murmured something to someone else.

Then came in two ponies. One was yellow and had a pink mane (memories are slowly starting to come back), so that was Fluttershy. And then there were was another, with different colours. Hmm. Technicoloured ponies. This world really is fucking insane. And I'm talking about this purple… unicorn? Every pony I've met has different colours for some reason. Magic has done a lot to this place, hasn't it?

Also, why the fuck are there these random tattoos on their back legs? Magic, I suppose. Ow! My head.

"Are you all right?" the purple unicorn asked, looking slightly worried. I was rubbing my head, while drifting off into space. She seemed like she meant that. Why would she care? Would- Oh, is she one of Fluttershy's friends? I… guess it makes sense that she is here… as well.

Now, let me think about this. Are these three ponies here to congratulate me for saving one of their friends? Maybe. Or… maybe they are here to take advantage of me. Again. Like every fucking time.

For now, I'll play along with this. "Yeah…" I mumbled, sounding somewhat negatively. I tried to be in a positive manner, but I'm in a new world, where I don't know anything, other that it's inhabited by ponies, pegasi, and unicorns.

The yellow pegasi, I think is Fluttershy, stepped forwards from the three that was there. "T-Tha-Thank…" She started off, stuttering while also looking shy. Clue's in the name, for some stupid reason. Is every pony named after their profession or their characteristics? She then continued, looking slightly braver. "Thank you, for saving my life…" She apologised, saying something after that which was so soft that I couldn't hear.

"Yeah, sure." I stated bluntly. A thanks is all I'm going to get out of that?

She jumped back, slightly, after that remark, in shock perhaps. Don't know why. I didn't care why, though it was odd nonetheless. I think it's better to not provoke them right now.

That kinda didn't work. The purple unicorn narrowed her eyes for a second, ever so slightly, before shaking her head and smiling, confusingly. This place is odd. "Well, we all thank you for such an action, and…" the purple unicorn paused for a moment. "We apologise for putting you in that… event." She looked guilty. Why do I get the feeling of Déjà vu? I felt like this conversation has happened before, but I can't remember when.

Well, does it matter? How much of this is truth or bullshit. Or, maybe horseshit in this case. I can't tell if she is acting or not, but It's safe to assume she is. And Fluttershy may be sincere with her words, but I can't trust any of them.

"Alright." I responded with, acting as if I don't care about her apology while looking away for a moment, which I believe is false. If I think she was telling the truth here, which I think I don't, I would say that it wasn't her fault, but as if she could give a real fuck.

Only a matter of time before they turn. Hope is blunt and thin.

I wonder what will happen now. I feel fine, for some reason. I can't remember how badly I was hurt, but I guess that doesn't matter now, as I don't feel any real pain, except for my head a few moments ago, which has now disappeared, surprisingly.

"So, I think you have met Fluttershy here," She said as she waved a hoof towards Fluttershy, who nodded while also smiling. "And now for me…" She softly spoke to herself, which I still heard. "My name is Twilight Sparkle…" I raised an eyebrow while also getting a sightly confused look on my face. So this is that big purple blur at the mossy Darken Africa-like forest, known as Twilight. Names in this world makes no sense to me. And she's a unicorn, in human myth. Don't know why that is, along with pegasi. "…And may I ask…" She paused, awaiting a response from me over my name, which I'm debating over whether to reveal. I decided to keep them guessing.

"Nemarluk is my name." I told them. I've used this name before, and it has some history as to where I was from. Though I'm white for the most part. Wait, why did I think that?

"Nemarluk, may I ask…" She stuttered when she said my name, and looked like she was confused over something. "Where did you come from?" Twilight asked curiously. I wasn't sure how to answer this question. I don't think she would believe me. I then was going to answer honestly over some of the events that happened, before she cut me off.

"Because I have never seen your bi-pedal kind before." She stated, giving further facts that I'm the only human on this new world. I sighed thinking this, wondering how I'm the last human, or really the only human on this world. A terrifying thought. Guess there really isn't a future for me.

So I decided to tell the two that I woke up in the deadly forest, in the morning, while I wandered around for an hour before discovering the pony being confronted by some beast, which I couldn't fully remember. They don't need to know everything that I remembered, and did.

"So…" Twilight started to speak, "You're not from this world." Stating the now obvious, proving my suspicions.

"Yeah, alright…" I muttered, feeling somewhat das that I'm the only human around. But it was somewhat relieving that I don't need to meet more fucking scumbags everywhere… Hopefully these ponies aren't. I wonder how ponies are the sentient beings around.

The two then looked gloomily and sad, and then slowly approached me as I was sitting up over the side of the bed, looking at them as… Wait, are they going to hug me? "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I exclaimed pushing them both back. "As you can see, I'm fine." I stated. Hugging me won't make me feel better. The thought won't ever go away.

Ever.

I think they were both taken back, surprised at my action. They then both postured themselves, very quickly while still looking sad. I guess they knew what I was thinking. "Well, alright." The purple unicorn spoke in a sad tone. She then shook it and was suddenly enthusiastic, for some- "What are you? What kind of species are you? How are you standing on two hooves? Where did you-

I cut her off before things started to get personal. And she was starting to get annoying, asking these questions all at once, and immediately forgetting the moment that just transpired, oddly. This place has some kinds of crazy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down there." I tried to calm down Twilight. "Okay…" I then tried to compose myself. "I am a human. We are bipedal in nature. How that happened is… a very long story… but yeah." Fuck that is a long story.

"Human… Human… I've never heard of you before." She stated, somewhat obviously. Fluttershy was quiet throughout all of this, surprisingly.

I didn't really wanted to continue with this conversation. "Yeah, alright." I stated once more. I rather not talk about my own kind, which doesn't exist on this planet, thank you very much. Thinking about it, I have to ask "Where am I?" Because I'd rather at least get some information about this place.

"Well, Nemarluk, you are in Ponyville," Oh boy, I sighed and face palmed. How original. I'm guessing this place is mostly, or 100% fully inhabited with ponies, with names that are based of their characteristics and personality. How fucking original. I get the feeling that this is cliché somehow.

Also now that I'm thinking about it, this place feels awfully cartoonish to me, anyways. The art style of everything I see, it makes some sort of sense.

And I could go on with this train of thought, before Twilight continued. "…which is a small village in Equestria." Equestria? The hell- What kind of name is that? Why a nation/country is called Equestria, I don't know. This place is gaining more reasons that this world is crazy. I then thought about the ruler of this land, which I'm guessing is big, for some reason. I then dreaded to ask the question, but she told me so that I didn't have to ask. "Equestria is ruled by Princess Celestia and Princess Luna."

I gave her a deadpanned glare. A Diarchy? How the fuck- That would never work. I mean, how? Humans would tear each other apart, trying to get to power. And no queen. Odd. And their names. 'Celestia' and 'Luna'. Those names have something to do with the sun and moon, I'm betting. This world is starting to get more predictable by the second.

"Alright." I responded with, not giving her any ideas over what I'm thinking. I rubbed my face with my right hand, while standing up, and seeing how taller I am then they are. I'm over a meter taller, that's for sure, but I'm not exactly sure by how much. They flinched when they saw how taller I was over them. I think Twilight's jaw opened up in… awe? I just ignored that.

"Well, I was permitted to leave the hospital now." I looked at a window while saying that, looking at three or four ponies walking past, in different colours, and different tattoos on their back legs. I'm getting even more confused now.

Is there any reasonable logic in this world?

"W-Well," Twilight stuttered, composing herself, yet again, "Would you like a tour of Ponyville?" She asked. That is a stupid name, Ponyville.

I'm still sceptical over what they were going to do, and whether or not they really are nice or not. Time will tell, so I went with it. "Fine, sure." I somewhat stuttered, looking like I didn't care.

"Oh, sure! Let me lead…"

I walked out of the hospital, after getting looks my other patients (there are so few of them), and personnel (which proves that their profession is their characteristic, for some god-awfully weird reason), and… this town, or village, as it seems, looks quite nice. Although it looks medieval to me. The hospital was also designed quite well. The trees and the bushes looked quite nice as well. There were very few other people- or ponies for that matter, who were walking by, on four legs. They gave me odd looks, which I guess is expected.

I looked around, seeing where I am. I started to follow Twilight, who went down the right path. Fluttershy then spoke up for the first time in, five minutes or so. "Sorry, I would like to stay, but my animals need to be fed right now." Animals, eh? So, are ponies the only sentient being around here? Considering the fact that pegasi and unicorns, both are which are myths, do exist, I'm going to take a stab in the dark that Griffons, Dragons, Minotaur, Naga, and other mythical animals exist. Hell, I met a chimera, so it's most likely true.

"If… that's okay with you…" She then softly spoke, shyly.

I shrugged, not really caring if she stays or goes. She may have smiled, not that I could really see it, and ran off somewhere, while I was looking at the sky… There were no clouds anywhere, other than a few places, but they are really small. Also, the sky looks more colourful and brighter than usual, on earth. I guess these places don't have any pollution. But then again, these houses look like they were from the medieval era.

So apart from that, I and the small purple unicorn started walking. The places around here look really nice and… peaceful. It was silence, as I was just taking in the sights. She may have spoken a few times, but I ignored them, because nothing looked that important at the moment.

I was getting even more looks by multiple ponies, all with different colours. I tried to ignore them, but they were starting to get on my nerves. They, or most of them, were murmuring something. I didn't want to hear what they were talking about.

We were both walking over a hill, when I saw a big tree, which looked like someone lived inside of it. That's… somewhat impressive, but then again, magic probably did that. Come to think of it, most of these houses look more or less the same, except for a select few. I wondered who lived in the big tree, before Twilight started walking towards it, while I followed.

"This is my home," She started, looking back at me, while raising a hoof at the tree. "Golden Oak Library." Library? So… she's a librarian? I… guess that could be useful in wanting to know more about this place. That is, if I cared.

But… I just had to ask "How do you live in a tree? And… Why?" because it doesn't seem possible to me. But, magic I suppose. If that's the case, nonetheless 'Magic' is starting to become annoying.

"Well, because it was given to me when I first moved here." Okay I think there's a story behind that, which wasn't interesting to me now.

Now, I would ask her another question, or she would continue explaining illogical sense, before I heard a shriek coming from inside the tree, followed by small flames, which slowly started to spread. "Oh no! I'm sorry, but I have to deal with this! Sorry, but I think you can look around the town by yourself!" She quickly yelled at me, while she ran inside the tree.

Well, that was somewhat rude towards me. First, she didn't ask for my help, for some reason. Two, she just… deserted me in the middle of the grassy street. I wondered if she just hated my presence, and saw this as a reason to ditch me. Maybe, I sighed.

Maybe.

But now, I guess I could wander around by myself, not that I think that I'm in any danger. The flames disappeared as I looked around, being replaced by smoke, drifting into the sky. I wanted to look around the town by myself, but…

I'm completely lost.

I didn't really want to wander around by myself… because other ponies may kick me out of this village for… being different is a plausible term here. As racist as it sounds, it could happen. There were many directions I could walk down. I turned my head in both directions, left and right, and didn't see much of any reason to go down either. Randomly, I started walking right.

Before I heard a yelling coming from behind me, somewhere. I then saw another blue blur, coming at a really fast pace, when I realise that I couldn't move out of the way in time. I tried to brace for the inevitable impact, before I was knocked out. "Oh shit! Brace!" I then heard, followed by a crashing noise was echoed in the complete blackness.

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Then the vision slowly came into view, with the whistling of sand flying through, at a high speed. Three men, with black scarf masks, along with goggles, where tracking through a sandstorm, with the colours from dark red to orange being shown from the sand to the sky. One of them was walking a few metres in front of the other two.

"Gentlemen," Phil started, looking at Henry to his left for a second before looking back at the city, again. "Welcome to Dubai!"

"Yep… it's still dead." Henry stated, looking between Phil and the ruins that laid in front of them, a section of a highway covered in large amounts of sand.

"Yet to be seen, sergeant." Gary stated, walking next to Phil, looking at the city.

"You got a lock on that transmission?" Phil asked, stepping forward.

"Yes, sir! About 800 yards away." Henry answered, with all men looking at the path that laid in front of them.

"Then, we are 800 yards away from findin' out whose more fulla shit - you or Intel." Phil stated, looking at Henry, before walking towards the city, as Henry ran in front them.

The three-man team preceded towards the ruins. "Wow. If I wasn't a hardened kill' machine, that mighta hurt." Henry sarcastically shot back, as the vision showed the city of Dubai far, far away, with dust scuttling around their area. Several sand hills were formed, as they walked down one, towards a section of a ruined highway.

The vision then shoots towards a worn upside-down American flag on a single pole, with the whistling of the wind hitting the flag, before everything faded to white.