“Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock.” Yep, that's me. I've been here for a few months, they thought they could fix me. Lot a good that did ‘em.

“Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock.” It turned into a hobby of mine to keep track on how long someone could go with an annoying patient.

Heh, patient. I feel more like a prisoner inside an asylum for the mentally insane. It feels like a prison also, guards posted around the area, three meals a day, recess, work, shower and curfew.

“Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock.” I wasn't always like this. I use to be a normal seventeen year old guy that attended high school. You see, my mother passed away two years ago, leaving me and my younger brothers to live with my grandmother. She's a sweet old lady, but my mother was everything to me basically.

My dad, not much is known about him. He's an alcoholic, a smoker, unemployed and not really a good father in any given way possible.

Getting off topic here.

My mother, raised me to be an amazing man, though I had some of my father's traits, easily distracted. She had always believed that I could be someone who could make a difference, but then she was diagnosed with cancer.

I don't know anything related to diseases and their lethality, but the doctors had said she only had two months to live. So, I had withdrawn enough money from my bank account to take her to places she always wanted to go.

She gave me a necklace before dying, it was a necklace of a turtle with indian symbols on it. After her cremation, I had spreaded the ashes at the highest mountain in my homeland.

You see, that necklace she gave me reminded me of her in a lot of ways. Now, I want you to imagine my reaction when my school bully decided it would be funny to burn it.

“Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock.”You may be wondering, why I'm in here and how I got in.

Try killing ten students, three teachers, five police officers and six civilians in a fit of rage. I was not only expelled, but also sent to a mental ward.

When I had regained consciousness, I had been strapped to an operating table with surgeons swarming me.

I looked at myself, mostly my torso and saw bullet holes marked in critical areas. One was on the center of my chest, above the heart. Two were besides the first one, my lungs.

And the one which confused me the most was on the back of my head. It was the bullet, it didn't even pierced through anything it was just bent.

“Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock.” Since then, they had assigned me to a special room. It was pure white with a one way window.

I had free reign over my room, meaning I wasn't strapped onto anything. They have noticed my behaviour when bored and brought me a television.

It wasn't one of those new swanky ones, it's an old box shaped Television, they even provided the channels. It didn't last long for them as I had continued my normal routine of annoying the guards and doctors, until I found one show that had piqued my interest.

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It had piqued my interest with some of it's inside jokes, but when I got to watch more of the show, I had grown a liking to it.

I know some doctors are spreading the word of me watching little girls show, which got the others to tease me about it during meals.

Until I had enough and went into another fit of rage, killing twenty other patients and ten guards. When they knocked me out, I was hauled back to my room.

They said that they will deliver the meals to me from now on.

Apparently I've forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Richie or Richard if you want to be formal, though I'm more known as patient one fifteen and the others call me Jekyll, for my condition. I turned eighteen last month, happy birthday to me.

I'm a 6’2 puertorriqueño male, I'm tall but not that tall. I used to be a chubby guy but having nothing to do for a year but watch Television made me start working out more to the point where I'm fit, not the kind that have six pack and muscly, just enough to show that I'm in good shape.

I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I wear glasses for reading and seeing things in the distance. I'm a classic rocker, and ex-gamer.

“Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock.” Oh yeah, I almost forgot I was even doing that.

“One fifteen, Please.Be.Quiet” The current guard said through the intercom.

“I have fifteen minutes until the new My Little Pony episode airs, I'm killing time.” I said.

“You're still watching that little girl's show?” The guard said through the intercom.

“Hey! Learning about Friendship is important for everyone, plus it's funny.” I said with a chuckle.

“It's a little girls t.v program.” He stated in a firm tone.

“Yet it has a large fanbase of adults, shocking? I think not.” I said with my eyes closed. I'm currently lying on my bed, facing the roof.

“You know what, jodete. I'm out of here.” He said as I heard the sound of a door open and close soon after.

I looked at my clock, 7:45 P.M.

“Looks like someone need some excitement in their life.” I heard someone say.

“John de Lancie?” I asked out loud, earning nothing but silence.

“...” I blinked at the awkward silence. I then heard the sound of someone banging their head on a desk.

“Why does every other human I meet call me that?” I heard the same voice said as a man appeared in my room. He wore a mismatched outfit, a gauntlet on his left arm and a glove on his right hand.

“I've seen enough Fanfics to know you.” I said, earning a raspberry from him.

“Are you going to listen to me or what? I have tea time with Fluttershy in ten minutes.” He said, earning a shrug from me.

He then pulled out a bunch of cards with his speech on it and skipped through a few.

“No, no, no, aha-wait no, there it is!” He said as he found the right card.

“I'm here to offer you the chance to go to Equestria, to have the life you've always wa-”

“What's the catch.” I interrupted him, making him mumble out a few insults.

“It's not a catch per say, just that you're going to be a sort of demon pony hybrid. And before you think on it, this Equestria isn't like the one you know, they're Anthropomorphic in this one.” He said, tossing the card backwards as it caught on fire.

“Demon pony?” I asked, earning a grin from him.

“A pony with the abilities of a demon, which you already have.” he said. I couldn't believe what he said, demon powers, me. I'm a fucking Catholic!

“Don't be like that. It's not all bad, you'll have the body of a Anthro earth pony with the ability to change into a demon pony when needed. You'll have to eat meat, which won't be a problem for you I'm sure. And you'll have a high, and I mean extremely high pain tolerance.” He explained further.

“It sounds like a bad deal with the whole turning into a demon, but I've made worse decisions, so Allonsy.” I said, waiting for him to do something.

“Great! Now sign here.” He said as a contract appeared in front of me.

The contract only consisted of a sentence that said You can't sue, kill or torture me to redo everything. I looked at him with a bemused look.

“Que carajo es esto?” I asked, earning a confused look from him. I rolled my eyes as I realized I spoke in Spanish again.

“What the hell is this?” I repeated the same question.

“Just something to tell you, that you can't go back on this.” He said as he stood in a sitting position in the air.

“Why are you doing this, what's your game?” I asked, wanting to know.

“You see, there's been a few issues with monsters and I wanted help by finding someone suitable for the job. And here we are, so deal.” He said, holding his hand out to seal the deal.

“If it means I'll be doing some good, alright.” I said, taking a hold of his hand and shook it.

I started feeling an immense pain on my hand as I shook his. I looked at it and saw that it was changing and growing ash grey fur.

I soon blacked out from the pain.

I don't know how long I was out, but I don't care. I never did care if I overslept but the sound of birds chirping got my eyes open and get blinded by the sunlight.

“Carajo!” I hissed as I covered my eyes. I noticed my hands felt different...scratch that my everything felt different. I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted with trees, lots of fucking trees.

I also took notice of my attire. I wasn't wearing the mental ward patient outfit, instead I wore a torn up black shirt with camo pants. As I looked at my pants, I noticed my feet were hooves now.

I should be panicking, but I tend not to overreact to weird things. This is one of-

“I'M GANNA DIE! MY GRANDMA AND LITTLE BROTHERS WILL THINK I'M DEAD, THIS IS HORRIBLE!” I shouted. Now that I have that out of my system I can finally-

“OH GOD WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME, WHY!?” Now I should be good to go.

I stood up and dusted myself off, I noticed that a few critters had gotten the chance to climb me. I took them down gently one by one, showing that I'm not a bad guy.

“Pfft, One fifteen has got a soft spot for animals, who knew.” I said to myself as I walked towards the treeline.

I found an edge of a cliff and walked towards it. Once there, I looked at the distance and could see a run down castle, probably has seen better days but hey, shelter is shelter.

I looked down and saw that the cliff was a slope, meaning I could slide down it if I'm careful. I started to climb down to the slope but a bit of the the ledge came off, unfortunately I was holding said piece.

“FUUUU~!” I shouted as I fell and tumbled my way down the slope.

‘Pain, my old friend! How's the wife, misery? Oh you had a son named sorrow!? Congratulations, you piece of shit!’ Those were my thoughts, hasn't anyone taught you to not read anyones thoughts. Soon I landed at the bottom of the cliff, with bruises and a dislocated arm. Concussion? Probably. Death? Not today, bitch.

“~uck, fuck.” I said with a face full of dirt. I looked at my right arm and saw it bent the wrong way.

“Goddamnit, I'm right handed.” I said to myself. Though I had taken back what I said as if on instinct, I grabbed my dislocated arm and snapped it back in place. Once the arm was in place I noticed my hand was also dislocated, seeing as it hung.

Before popping it back where it goes, I had remembered something from an old Nickelodeon show, Drake and Josh and did whatever the hell Drake did with his hand, making it flail around.

Popping it back in place and giving it a few flexes, I had realized what I just did.

“Holy shit. I just Jason Brody that shit.” I said with a laugh. That's something I haven't done in a while, and it felt great.

I stood up and tore a small section of my shirt, then wrapped it around my recently broken hand, just in case.

Once done, I headed towards the location of the castle. I need to get used to this, fast.

“Vines, trees, grass. Oh look! More fucking trees.” I said as I continued my journey.

I've been walking for an hour and I feel like I made no progress whatsoever. Then I had an idea, one that could allow me to test this new body and it will help find out if I'm far.

I ran up to a tree and ran up a few inches of it and grabbed a branch, then pulled myself up. I stood on the sturdy branch to look for another one.

A minute later, I was above the tree line, overlooking the forest and to my surprise, the castle was right their.

“How the hell did I miss that?” I asked myself as I jumped down. I landed on the floor as if I've done this before.

“Dear lord, please don't make me into a Gary Stue.” I said as I continued my trek.

Half an hour later and I'm finally here. Once inside I had to get rid of a few lion/scorpion bat thing.

‘I know they have a name, but what the hell was it!?’ I mentally shouted as I looked upon its corpse.

“A Manticore?” I heard a woman's voice behind me.

“That's it! A Manticore, that's what this is!” I shouted as I poked the corpse with a bloodied stick.

“Is somepony here!?” I heard the same voice shout.

“Twilight, why would anypony be here?” I heard a kids voice, a young boy to be exact. Nope, I'm out of here before they arrive.

I looked over to a broken window ten feet above me. I grabbed a loose stone and began to climb upwards.

“Hey! Sir, stop!” I heard the lady shout.

“Nope.” I said as I sat on the window and looked back at the two that saw me. It was an anthropomorphic Twilight Sparkle and Spike.

“Find me if you want, but I ain't easy to find.” I said to them before I fell backwards out the window to outside and began to climp one of the towers.

‘I‘m tired, fuck off' I thought as I scaled up the tower with ease.

Twilight Sparkle

I just saw a strange stallion jump out one of the throne room high window. He looked like he went through a few things.

“Twilight, you're not thinking what I think you are?” Spike asked as he placed the two spell tomes on the floor.

I looked over to the lifeless corpse of the manticore and saw a hole in the center of its forehead, next to it was a bloodied.

“You think he did that?” Spike asked as he walked up to the blood covered stick.

“Maybe.” I said, looking at the window and noticed something climbing a tower.

Author's Note

I should be ashamed of this, buy am I? Nope.

Translations
puertorriqueño = That's what I'm, Puerto Rican

jodete = Fuck you

Que carajo es esto = What the hell is this

Carajo = Shit, fuck and Damnit.

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