Apple of my Eye

Location: Dreamland, your head, sometime between 12 PM and 6 AM...

You were on your way to work, like usual, you didn't have much to do today, since your brain hadn't thought up what you were going to do yet. Anyway, you approached the front gate and found that Granny Smith wasn't there like usual...

It was strange, really. The entire orchard itself had somewhat of a ghostly feel to it...almost as if it had been abandoned many years ago. There were cobwebs everywhere, the porch was exceptionally dusty, and the paint was starting to chip off the fence. You couldn't really think of a reason why this was so, because in your mind this was just the next day for work. With a strong head, you took a step into the house and immediately regretted it.

The interior was pitch black, and the door shut behind you. You gasped and jerked your head around, only to find nothing that could have shut it. You were normally a brave man, but creepy situations like this, especially ones that you perceived to be reality, really threw you for a loop. Then again, you used your stoic tendency to stand your ground, and proceed.

Soon, things got just plain weird. A few clocks bent out of shape and flew in the air. Apples fell from the ceiling on to your head. It wasn't long before it became apparent that this was all a dream. You felt a little better now, but still, if this is a subconscious way for the brain to communicate with the body, (rather than your brain's usual... more direct means...) You began to wonder what it was your brain was telling you now...

The next oddities you noticed were the sounds. There were quiet sounds of dripping water, a rope swaying, and various hushed whispers. Your heart was racing, but you didn't show any other signs of fear than that. It was a battle of wills. Your will against your brain's will to scare you. It was a battle you intended to win. At least, until you woke up...

Suddenly, the lights flashed on in the room you were in...

Mother of God...

What you saw made your stomach clench and your knees buckle. That trickle of water...? Well, that was blood. Who's blood might you ask? By the looks of it, AJ had hung herself by her own lasso and was dangling from the ceiling. She bled from her neck and it trickled gently down her stiff body. She seemed to be holding a note in her cold, dead hand. You felt tears form in your eyes upon seeing this sight. You wanted to wake up, but you had no control over your dream due to you being a rather deep sleeper. You did what any man would do, cry and cautiously take the note from her dead clutch. There was blood trickling from her finger, and so you ended up getting a little bit on your hand.

You opened the note and read in in your head...

Dear boy-who-doesn't-love-me...

Already it starts off pretty strong.

I've been thinking back to that one day we shared...once...It was the happiest day of my life, so why did you have to leave me like that? You were the first boy who had ever made me happy, really. When you finally left for all those years, I lost my mind. I slowly lost my will to live and decided that if I can't be happy with you, I'll never be happy ever again. And so I must tell you, I'm killing myself so you'll see just how big of an impact you've left on me. This is your handiwork, are you satisfied now?

Love, Applejack.

Aka, the girl that loved you.

Thankfully, the letter ended there. You couldn't take it anymore. The sight, the shock, the very notion that your brain could come up with such a dream. You broke down and cried from this. You grabbed Applejack's cold hand and squeezed it, hoping that it would give her life. You wanted to hold her in your arms and tell her you would always be there for her. You'd never abandon her like that, no matter what your brain told you! Yeah, it was time you took control of your life again. You didn't just lust after Applejack, you loved her. Simple as that. You were about to let her hand go and move on...until you felt her hand squeeze back...

Applejack's dead eyes shot open and the rope fell off her neck. She fell and landed on top of you. You could hardly believe it! Then again, it was a dream. But why did she come back alive, all things considered...

"Those thoughts are what I was waiting for." Applejack said in a voice you recognized as your own.

"Alright, explain this immediately." You were tired of all this and wanted answers.

"Very well, but only if you say the magic words." Your apparition of Applejack cooed.

"Fuck."

"Nope, that's not it."

"That wasn't a guess."

"Whatever."

"Let's see...I love Applejack?"

"I see that's true now, but no."

"Boobs are awesome?"

"Very true but no."

"Ugh...let's see...I'm a dick?"

"Also true, but no."

"Fuck you."

"Ding ding ding!"

"Wait, really?"

"Nope."

"Urgh!! Just tell me already!"

"Fine. That was the password anyway."

You never face-palmed harder in your life...

With your argument out of the way, the illusion of Applejack spoke. "When you ran from her, I sensed something inside you that you haven't felt before. I knew I couldn't just leave this alone, and so I decided to investigate this for myself. As it turns out, you love her. You truly do. It's no illusion...or some game to you...you really do love her. The reason I was skeptic before was because you were being so...vulnerable around her. My God, you could have hurt yourself if you fell for the wrong girl. That's why I needed to test your heart's devotion to this girl."

"Look, buddy, with all due respect, how can you not know when you are literally me."

"It's different sides of your brain, buddy. I'm logic, remember? The asshole that helps you whether you want it or not." The illusion Applejack deadpanned.

"Fair enough. And yes, you are an asshole. But sometimes, you can be an awesome asshole. Now what am I supposed to do?"

"You love her right?"

"Of course I do."

"Go out and show her." Your brain reasoned.

"But I'm not worthy of her." You said hopelessly.

"Come on now, who else can beat the final boss of Super Smash Brothers in the same amount of time you can?"

"Lots of people. Applejack even said that she could beat him in less time than me."

"Personally, I think she's lying. Tomorrow is Saturday, and so you'll be able to test that anyway. Also, I'm trying to pump you up here. Don't fuck this up for me."

"Fine. Yeaahhh, I can do it, woo." You half-arsed.

"That's not good enough! You've been playing games all your life, you have a good understanding of technology, you can comprehend more than the average bear with your intelligence, and who else could capture the eye of the fair Applejack? So now I say...who's awesome!!??"

"I'm...awesome." You raised an eyebrow.

"Still not good enough! WHO'S AWESOME!"

"I'm AWESOME!" You started to believe in yourself.

"AGAIN!!! WHO'S AWWEEEESSSOOOMMMEE!?"

"I'M AWESOME!!!"

"GOOD! NOW GO GET HER, TIGER!!"

"YEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" You were pumped up now.

"And remember..." The illusion began to fade. "I'm always here to help you. I'll do my best to make sure neither of us screw this up. No matter what happens." He gave a wink afterwards. "Even if you two decide to...you know..."

"Yeah I get it. Man, even my logic-based part of my brain wants me to do her."

"Well she is the ideal choice, with her wide supple hips, muscular build, large chest, she's gotta be a C cup or larger...Not to mention she totally digs you."

"Okay, that's enough. You are starting to sound like a hybrid between Dwight from The Office, and Pauly Shore in his younger years."

"SHIT! Okay, I'll stop there. Now go, go tell her that you love her."

"Aye aye, captain." You saluted the now nonexistent illusion of Applejack and waited to wake up.

~*-*~

The Following Morning...

Your alarm blared. About fucking time as well. You were ready to tackle on the day. You showered, got nice and cleaned up, put on some clothes, put on your work boots, and ran downstairs. However, when you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were quite surprised to find your parents downstairs without breakfast ready that morning. In fact, they were sipping coffee and still in their PJ's.

"Mom, Dad, what's for breakfast? I need to leave in a little bit?" If no breakfast was made, you would have a yogurt or something.

Suddenly, they perked up almost as if they forgot something.

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention!" Your dad began.

Called it...

"You don't need to help with the farm today. Big Mac called in and said that they had enough help for the day. He said you could use a day to yourself."

Gods no, just when I DIDN'T want a day off...

"With that being said, you can play video games today. Enjoy yourself, kid."

GODS FUCKING NO!

"Erm, thanks...I'll enjoy myself today." You lied.

"Splendid. Now as for breakfast, you can have cereal or yogurt because we don't need to cook anything this morning."

Hah, parent logic. You made yourself a bowl of cereal, ate it silently, and crawled your way upstairs in a dramatic fashion since you were still unusually tired and somewhat disappointed. Your parents didn't notice, they almost never did.

When you entered your room, you flopped on your bed and thought about what you were going to do. You didn't know if Big Mac didn't want you there, or if he really DID want you to have a day to yourself. Whilst pondering this, you noticed that your computer monitor was humming. You suddenly remembered that you hadn't played your precious games in forever! You sighed to yourself, and decided to start playing Skyrim to perhaps take your mind off the whole situation.

You blew the dust off your monitor. (Already??? Geez it wasn't that long...) When you turned it on, you were greeted with your familiar computer welcome screen. You clicked on your user, typed in the password, and went to Steam.

It took forever to load, but you finally got on Skyrim and picked up where you left off stealing cheese wheels and placing baskets over people's heads to access even more glorious GLORIOUS cheese wheels.

A few hours passed. You had gotten rather bored of Skyrim and so you decided to derp about the internets for a while. You were going through serious screen withdrawal, and so you found some of the lamest things funny sometimes. You were actually enjoying yourself...until there was a knock at the door...

"Who would be visiting a house as far away from civilization? Unless it was...oh no..." You hoped to GOD it wasn't who you thought it was. Maybe it wasn't even for you! Yeah, it probably was someone your parents invited over for a friendly chat. Surely it couldn't be...

The door opened.

"Oh hello! You must be that nice young lady who lives near here!"

Oh my freaking GOD!

Okay bro, chill. No need to freak out. There's still a chance it's not her. She may not even be here for you!

"Huh? Oh yes. He's upstairs. It's the only door in the hallway with decorations on it. You can't miss it!"

Okay, time to freak out...

You started to hyperventilate. It was Applejack, no doubt about it now. What was she doing here? Did she not know that you needed time to think things through first!? Was she here to beat you up? The possibilities were endless. You were formulating escape plans in your mind when you heard the unavoidable knock on the door. Your heart stopped and you shrunk in your seat.

"..I...It's unlocked..." You squeaked.

The door opened. You were turned the other way facing your computer screen. You dared not look at her. You couldn't bear the stress on your mind. Even after the dream ended, the image of her dead from being hung burned in your brain. You just wanted to leap out the window and escape her. You were sweating profusely and nearly leapt out your chair when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" An accented voice that was definitely NOT Applejack's spoke.

"Rarity? What are you doing here?" You barely managed to get out. You were somewhat relieved that it wasn't Applejack, but now there was a new fear stewing in your head. Why was Rarity coming to your house after you screwed up with Applejack...?

"After I saw what happened, I just HAD to know what was going on. It seemed to be going so well, so why did this end so badly?" She looked at you with mild sorrow in her eyes.

"I...don't know really..." You sighed and stood up, then walked over to your bed and flopped down on your back. "But I really regret it now..."

Rarity sat on your bed next to you. "Of course you do, I never doubted for a second that you loved Applejack. But if we are to make any progress on this, then you need to tell me when things started to go wrong."

"That's sort of a hard question to answer since the fact of the matter is neither of us really said anything. What happened was internal." You sat up and started explaining the entire event with your mind assuming direct control of you and forcing you to stop kissing Applejack. You told her how heartbroken Applejack looked and how awful you felt in turn. You had to go home because you reasoned with yourself that you didn't love her and that she didn't love you either. After all the events of last evening were recounted, Rarity was looking down. She looked a bit distressed and so you asked her what was wrong.

"Well, that's an interesting story, but how does a brain 'assume direct control?'"

You sighed again. "Well, you know how you sometimes think of things you've done in the past and they come back to haunt you when you think about them?"

Rarity nodded attentively, obviously she knew precisely what you were talking about.

"And you know how you sometimes have second thoughts about things while you're doing them?"

Rarity nodded again. "I guess..."

"Well, my brain and I...are what you would call separate persons. I have two sides to him. One is logical, his name is 'Logos,' and the other is emotional... I call him 'Pathos.' I normally end up listening to my logical side, since he only wants what is best for me. However, my emotional side is more fun and only wants me to be happy. Sometimes, that leads me to do stupid things, and so I don't listen to him often. Now, when I first met Applejack, Logos told me to stay away from her. He figured that falling for her would be a bad idea and only end in me getting my heart broken or me breaking hers. It was also observed that she and I did NOT look like we would make a good couple. However, Pathos took notice that she was hot..."

Rarity snickered. What do you know, you're funny after all.

"...and so Pathos insisted that I at least get to know her first. Now, at first Logos protested...but soon he saw that I might have a chance with her yet and so he didn't say much. Then later on when Applejack and I were...kissing...I realized something. I was never more vulnerable in my life! Logos knew it too! He knew that if something went wrong, then I'd end up a different man. It was fear, Rarity. I've never been in love before and so Logos did what he thought would save me. And so, with that, he 'assumed direct control' in an effort to protect me. However, his execution was poor and only ended up hurting me AND her. But last night, in order to test my actual dedication to her, Logos put me through a rather unusual dream last night..."

"Wow...so what kind of dream was it? What happened?"

You told her about the dream and about how Logos saw that you truly loved her and needed to experience love for the first time. You also told her that since you didn't have to go to the farm today, you couldn't beg for Applejack's forgiveness.

Rarity stared off into space for a minute, processing all the information. "Well...that's certainly interesting. Just one more question, dear."

"Shoot."

"Why is your brain split up in the first place?"

"Your mind does amazing things when you're in a small apartment with limited friends and lots of alone time...sometimes video games alone aren't enough."

"Ah, that makes much more sense now." She smiled nervously. She obviously was lying, but you didn't care. As long as she didn't think you were crazy...

"...So...what do I do...?" You honestly didn't know if she'd be able to help or not.

"Now, we go and talk to Big Mac. He'll know how to fix this."

"WOAH NELLY, I AM NOT ABOUT TO FACE HIM AFTER I MADE HIS SISTER DESPAIR!!"

"But you must...YOU MUST...YOU MUSSST!!!"

Where did THAT come from...

Your brain shrugged.

"I'm not, and you cannot make me." You went over to your chair and sat down. "I'd rather be playing my games right now."

"Oh, is that a challenge?" Rarity gave you an adamant glare.

"No, it's a warning."

"That's cheating, darling."

"It's not cheating, it's an alternate strategy."

"Whatever, you're still coming with me."

"What are you going to do? Drag me out of this house by my chair? Because that wou-" You were cut off by Rarity placing a hand on the back of your chair and easily rolling (It had wheels, BLAST!) you out.

"Wha...What do you think you're doing?" You snapped.

"Dragging you out of this house by your chair, what else?" She said innocently.

"WELL THEN!" You tried to think of something else to say, but the words never came to you.

"Oh hush." She walked past your door. You stuck your feet out on either side of you and tried to keep her from dragging you out.

"Oh, you want to do this the hard way? Fine." Her voice suddenly took a mildly mischievous tone, which slightly scared you.

"Uh oh....UMM, I MEAN...DO YOUR WORST, VILLAN!"

"As you wish..." Rarity reached her hands to your sides quickly and started tickling them.

"ASCKJFTAH!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE....THAT'S FREAKING CHEHEHEATING!! HAHAHAHA!!" You couldn't hold back your peals of laughter.

"It's not cheating, it's an alternate strategy~" Rarity sang...

OOOHHHH!!!! She told youuuuuu~

Shut up, brain...

In the process of being tickled, you flailed around and therefore, you let your feet go from their posts on either side of the door. Immediately afterwards, Rarity dragged you out to the steps and then told you to hold on to the seat. Your eyes grew to the size of saucers...was she serious!?

She started dragging you down the steps...hell YEAH you did what she told! Your chair rocked and bounced as she drug you down the freaking stairs and continued to drag you to the front door. Your parents finally noticed this and gave you a quizzical look. It was then that you stood up and grabbed rarity's wrist that held your seat.

"Okay, I get it! I'll go talk to Big Mac."

"Good. Right this way, darling."

You grumbled obscenities at her under your breath. How does she just...get her way so easily?

Nonetheless, you followed her out of the house and shut the door. Your parents looked at each other, shrugged, and went about their daily business...

Author's note: Well now, I saw this and decided to add more stuff on it as some 'last minute revisions.' I hope you all like it and I'll try to get another one out before I leave on Friday. I'm making NO promises, but I will say that I'm doing all I can to provide you with this story that I work so hard on. In other news, I have another story in the works :D I'll try to release it sometime in the next few weeks.