WAY Out of place

The wave of apples collapsed, raining fruit over me. I was buried in them, my one hoof outstretched and barely breaching the apples. I couldn't move or see and could barely breath. The last spec of light the breached the apples faded and I felt numb, everything becoming soft and fuzzy. I felt tired and drifted off weakly.

My eyes eased open slowly, letting in the dim light that was present. I felt cold, but not a freezing my balls off ice water cold or a blood drained dying cold, I felt normal. The cold that you get from a empty house or basement. I could feel the smooth floor beneath me, cement, it's cool and slightly damp touch probably the reason. But something surprising came to my mind, I could feel everything from where my hooves would be, they didn't feel like solid masses, they felt fluid and loose. I raised them up to my face to see they were no longer hooves, they were hands.

I had my hands back. I had my hands back! I looked along myself, looking excitably at every detail. Arms, legs, clothes. I was human again. I even still had the tattoo along my left forearm. But why?

My thoughts were cut short as I heard heavy foot steps echo around me, coming from a single direction, in front of me. They stopped not even a foot away from me and I could hear someone fiddle around with something. Metal and glass tinkling together softly, followed by a click and a brighter light. A single uncovered light-bulb hung down, slowly swinging back and forth. A tall man stood before me, the light casting a shadow over him and making it impossible to actually see him. He stared at me for a moment before he backed up under the light and I could see just what he looked like. Somewhat grizzled and young with a dark lengthened mohawk that was slicked back and a growing in beard. His eyes were a cold slate and had no emotion or remorse what-so-ever. His expression was blank and harsh and there was a very small scar on the end of his left eyebrow that went diagonal to the right.

I then noticed what he was wearing; a large bark leather jacket adorned with dozens of patches of symbols and pictures that was worn openly, a t-shirt underneath that had the image of a deer skull that was cracked and chipped along the fusing of the plates, worn jeans that were faded and had small tearing along the shins and knees, and olive drab boots that had bottoms at-least an inch thick and were dusty and scuffed.

He stared coldly at me for some reason, breathing quietly and standing almost perfectly still. "What's up?"

I couldn't move, all I felt was the tremble that ran through me from his presence. I felt colder, the icy cold, all the blood rushed away from my face.

"Too scared to see yourself?" he said standing over me. "Don't be such a pussy."

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't say a word, my mouth simply slack.

He lifted a foot and it slammed down onto my stomach, his heavy boot pressing against my gut. His brow furrowed and a toothy smile crept upon his face "You've been dreaming for too long." He snarled. "It's time to wake up." He leaned down and one of his hands grabbed at the collar of my shirt, lifting me up. The other hand reached around his back and retrieved an shiny red apple. "Have an apple." He laughed, shoving it into my mouth. "C'mon, eat the apple."

I coughed and gasped as the flesh of it embedded into my teeth and some of it juices dripped down my throat. His hands pressed hard against it, forcing it further into my mouth. It hurt as my jaw expanded and I could feel a warm tear run down my cheek. I choked on the bite and gagged, my world fading again. Everything became fuzzy and the last thing I could see was his face, the horrid smile and cold eyes.

My eyes shot open and I gasped, sucking in all the air I could. My face stung and I looked around in a panic. A strong hoof holding me back. "Easy partner, easy." Applejack said.

"What...what happened?" I asked breathing heavily.

"Ya got buried under a bunch a' apples and we dragged ya out." She said plainly.

"Right." I exhaled. "So where the hell am I now?"

"Inside our home, guest room." She said sitting back down on the wooden floor.

I looked around myself to see I was atop a small bed, a soft feather pillow behind my head and a home-sewn quilt around me. "Uh, thanks. Know what time it is?"

"Li'l past noon."

"Alright, uh, thanks for helping me out. I'll get out of your ha-mane, just-just give me sec, alright?" I asked.

"Sure," She said standing. She started for the door and turned back to me. "When yer ready, family's down stairs and would love ta meet ya."

"'Kay." I said lying back down. I closed my eyes and rubbed my hooves along my face trying to push what I saw out of mind. "What the fuck." I felt that same coldness sweep over me. My eyes opened and I slowly turned to my side, the Pegasus standing at the side of bed grinning.

"Have an apple."