Chapters When Two Worlds Collide
“Okay, okay. Keep your shorts on, sheesh…” I said ghastly, surprised that my roommate was up before me.
Said person was currently throwing clothes at me, egging me to hurry up, “Dude, if we don’t make it, you can kiss our spots goodbye.”
I huffed, knowing that there was no way out of this. So I whirled from my bed spot and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to at least wake up.
Judging from how much sunlight was pouring in the room, it was early. So, I squinted from where I was at my alarm clock, trying to see what time it was. I was surprised at how it read at about 7 in the morning. Raising both brows and sighing, I looked over at my roomie, seeing as how he was impatiently waiting for me. Deciding that I was to be the impassive asshole, I slowly raised my hands, making a, ‘Shoo’, motion when they were up near my face, “Well? Go on, You can wait for me, right Rand?”
Yeah, meet Randy Silverbee. Not the greatest friend, but at the same time, friend extraordinaire. He had red curly hair and piercing green eyes, not to mention a horrible case of freckles that seemed to have attacked him during high school freshman year.
He’s currently wearing neon green shorts, combined with the ever annoying T-shirt that was blue. On it in big red letters were, “U wot m8?”
Piss and malarkey on the cashier that let him run away with that shirt, I say.
Apparently, I was to attend with him in this year's College School Pep Rally. Which, unfortunately for me, was today. And shit good in the morning it was. Randy sighed and threw his arms out, smirking as he shut the college room door, “Yeah, alright. I’ll be out here. Alone. In the hall.”
I snorted and bent over to throw a discarded shoe, “Oh piss off!”
He snickered as the door was slammed shut by the foot apparel.
Now alone, I could finally appease myself to whatever Randy had picked out for me. And if worse came to worse, I would just wear what I had on yesterday. Not like anyone would really care. It was a Pep Rally after all.
I stood, after cracking various joints, and made my way to the dresser. Laid out on top were various choices for me to wear, again, courtesy of the guy outside. And really though, he had picked out some strange patterns. Plaid.. And striped? Yeah no.. Gonna have to go with the all yellow. It suits me better anyway.
Slipping on the yellow tee shirt and faded yellow slacks, I sat on my bed and put on the black vans and white socks, mental note however, remember to wash socks.
Once done with that, I sniffed and went to go see my visage, hopeful that it was at least decent. And to my surprise, I at least looked alright. Although, I would probably have to shrug off the insults of dressing like a banana..
My name, is Gerald Kite Heathens, from what I can remember, I had brown hair and yellow eyes. Because of an accident during kindergarten, I can't see well out of my left eye, and earned the nickname Granite. Trust me, I fucking hate it too.
But besides that, I can’t remember any other defects that I had except for the occasional bout of paranoia. Heh, those times are always fun.
I graduated from High School early due to my grades and credits. Why is this important? Well, writing from somewhere else tends to do that to someone, especially if I get to look back on my moments, and realize how much of a dumbass I was.
Today, I was going to help Randy out with the Pep Rally, but instead, Something else happened entirely different, and in time, I would have to learn how to accept my fate, and what it had wrought upon my life. And because of this journal entry, I keep asking myself over and over again, why? But enough of the foreboding, it kinda ruins the mood right? Well, how about we skip ahead a few hours?
O.o.O.o.O
“Alright, so first on the list, is balloon squashing. The concept is simple, we already have the names, we all just need to blow up the balloons and put them into individual buckets.”
Great, another game. There were twenty of us. Twenty students to be exact, all ready to help out when the word was set to the chain. Right now, however, we were being practitioned by one of the teachers. She was a stubby, short ginger. Had a temper of a dragon, minus the scales. I include the hot breath because she was known to be up close and personal when she was yelling at you…
She was wearing the school colors, blue and white. The dolphins. I never really cared for the mascot, but it was pretty funny to see during a Pep Rally.
Her name was Ms. Korty, and she had decided to take it upon herself to try and do the Rally this year, due to last years failure. Like I said, it was funny to see the dolphin because last year, the guy inside it decided to try and run with the football team.
No one said anything as he was carried out on a stretcher, still inside the costume. The newspaper headlines for that week sent cringes up everyone’s spines.
But anyway, Ms. K was drilling us on every single activity we were supposed to do, how we were going to do it, and when it was going to be taking place on the schedule. Complicated as it may seem, but even though this teacher was hot tempered, she knew how to get things done.
There were a bunch of groans as Ms. Korty flicked her purple glasses in place, “Oh shut it. Silverbee, this year you will be the one being the guest of honor, so remember to get prepared when the time comes.”
Randy looked up when his name was called, and he immediately paled as Ms. K spoke. When she had finished, he nodded and looked down, “Yes Ma'am.”
Heh, unlucky bastard. I would explain what the Mummy was, but all you need to know is that it pertains to glue, toilet paper, some of the audience, their hands on the two ingredients before, and a human subject. Put two and two together, and you have what Randy is about to do.
Ms. Korty began to pace up and down our single filed line, shouting out assignments, “Alright! Those are the activities! Save for Wax skating and Wool Sock sliding! Now, Buck and Weasly, you two will be in charge of setting up the entrance, be sure to add the balloons and streamers.” Two students who were named nodded, knowing what they had to do.
“Fergusson, Trolley and Hampshire! You three are in charge of pulling out the stands. We all know we can’t have a pep rally if we don’t have a place to sit.”
The evidence was solid, and the proof more so. We all nodded, the three who were called, taking their spots as more and more of us were given civic duties.
Finally, when we were spread apart and worn thin, there were only six of us left. Korty grouped us together and sighed, her pudgy cheeks swelling out as she thought. While she was doing that, I got a chance to see who I was about to be paired up with.
I knew three guys here and the other two were.. Unfriendly. The three guys were Randy, Justin Snakes and Frederick Hugh. Justin was tall and lanky, having blonde hair and brown eyes, he also had a brown hue, like he had been sun-tanning at the beach. He was muscular, to say in the least, and I think he ran track for a while. Well, from what I know at least. Like I said, he and I sorta knew each other, he was pretty funny at times.
The other guy, as mentioned before, was Justin Snakes. This guy was like Frederick, built, probably played on a team, but due to my asshole like nature, I either forgot or didn’t really care. He wore glasses that shielded light blue eyes. He had brown hair, but he liked to dye it every now and then, so it changed every month or so. Right now, it was a dark green. So he had a forest for a set of hair. Great. Both Frederick and Justin were wearing the school shirts and sporting the school’s mascot on their shorts. So, if any were prepared for the Pep, it was these two.
Anyway, before I forget, the other two guys who were paired together, snickering at us while Korty tried her hardest to find something for us to do. One of them, had long blonde hair and brown eyes, that guy was Peterson. No one ever did find out his first name, but they knew his last, so it stuck. Pete was wearing slacks and a blue tanktop. His friend, Harlem.. Or was it Harleem? Fucking… I’m not good with names, jog on.
Harlem is best characterized as the guy who came to college to fuck around, and just dick with the people inside. He got into college because of how well he is on the football team, and his dad was the coach. So this guy was ripped, and kinda liked to show it. But I could give less of two flying fucks. But besides that, Harlem was a well over six footer, had hazel eyes and black sleek hair.
And as if on cue, Korty clicked her tongue and frowned further, finally deciding what she was to do with us, “Alright, Silverbee, Kite and Hugh.. Fine, you too Snakes.”
She added exasperatedly, noticing the green haired adult look shocked when he was about to be paired with dumb and his inconsistent dumber. But Justin smiled and nodded, forming around the circle we had created when Korty all called us, “You two,” She said, eyeing the Jock and his lackey, “Are coming with me. The four of you are responsible for going to the supply shed and taking up all the supplies we need, this includes the balloons and all the packages of streamer. We’ll need every package to make this Pep Rally the best one yet.”
We all watched as she grabbed Harlem and Peterson and saw her disappear into the gym's locker room. When she was far enough away, I muttered under my breath, “Fucking woke up early just for this?”
Snickers were passed around our group as Randy snuck a heartfallen, “Well how do you think I felt? First time waking up at the acknowledged time.. Sucks..”
I smirked and patted my saddened friend, “Eh you’ll get over it Rand.”
Justin chuckled darkly from where he was, crossing his arms as he combed his hair, “Yeah, besides, we got shit to do. So let’s just get it done and over with.”
Frederick grunted his agreement and turned on his heel to go to this, “shed”, we were supposed to collect the Pep Rally stuff from.
We all shrugged and followed, realizing there was probably no reason to argue when there was stuff to do.
O.o.O.o.O
Okay, so I need to clarify two things, One; I fucking hate Korty. I now hate her with a passion. Two; The reason I hate her so, is because of how much she forgot to explain on how much those streamers weighed. Although yes, at first, it was pretty easy. But our gym was two football fields, and the total streamer count was about 200 bags.
Right around the first hour, we had packaged around fifty of those bags, easily sidestepping our job by a landslide. After the hour had past, was when we had the troubles start up.
They were small at first, like one of us had to stop because something hurt. So we did, and afterwards, started up and continued like nothing had happened.
The worst part, was when the bags ripped, spilling whatever was inside, onto the floor. Because we had gotten lazy, and I blame it on Justin, slacking off had gotten us a whole nother mess for us to worry about.
But besides that, when we had reached our quota of two hundred fucking bags, everyone of us collapsed onto one of the bleachers, sliding down it until we had been sitting on the floor.
Each of us had a varying degree of exhaustion, Randy having his normal fluffy hair, damp from sweat. Frederick was without a shirt, thank god he had a tank top…
And finally.. Wait, was his hair dripping green? Peh. Justin was panting slightly, and like mentioned before, I could've sworn that he was dripping green dye. I was very much unused to this sort of labor, so begrudgingly, I too was damp, and had taken a spot higher up on the literal mountain of streamer bags.
I leaned back and wiped my brow, seeing as it came off damp, I chuckled dryly and bent myself forward, patting Randy on his shoulder, vowing revenge, “Next time.. We have a Pep Rally.. And you invite me to help? Don't.”
Randy nodded silently and smiled nonetheless, glad to see someone had humor. Justin and Frederick both grinned and just shook their heads, Fred, (yeah I gave him a nickname, cuz writing out Frederick is a pain in my ass), jabbed me with a thumb and laughed,
“Oh stop complaining, Justin and me do it every year.” Frowning, I plucked a streamer so that it bounced of Fred's head, “Justin and I. And I'm gonna complain. If not me, who else?”
As if on cue, Justin snickered and raised a hand, “I don't mind being a whiney bitch for a while.” His response from us, were well placed stares, followed by him momentarily regretting his outburst. But despite this, we all thought it was funny and laughed about it anyway.
Feeling slightly better, I hopped off the mountain of bags and decided it was time to get the rest of what was needed, which was the “easier” part. The other three saw me get up and groaned individually, Randy being the one t mutter, “Great.. How many balloons?”
Frederick and I both turned and chortled, “You don't get to talk dude..” At the sound of us saying the same thing, both of us turned and ironically knocked against our heads, thus, “Knocking on wood.”
Get it? ‘Cus we're all.. Blockheads…
Never mind… Assholes..
O.o.O.o.O
“Well done gentlemen. Not only did you grab a back breaking 200 bags, but managed half of that in balloons. Color me impressed.”
So bad, I wanted to say something, seeing as to how she was colored already in the retarded colors of our college.. Wait, retarded isn't a word nowadays is it? Fine, our stupid college colors. Anyway, yes, we had done it, and in record time too.
Like she had stated, all four of us had apparently impressed her to the point to where she was actually smiling. All around us, different students were running about and doing their assigned tasks, some of which were looking towards us in confusion.
I don't blame them. Seeing the hardened professed smile? Something was off…
Shaking away the feeling though, Korty stepped forward and pointed around various spots in the gym, some of which were highly detailed supporting the classes from Freshman, to Upperclassmen.
It was like high school all over again. Same rules applied too, I didn't really care for the cheering and stuff, but it got me away from my classes and ended the day early.
Yay.
“I need you all to fill up those buckets with balloons, don't fill one up with to many, and the same goes for less. However..” Korty said, stopping her speech with a raise of her gnarled finger, “I want two of you to fill up some balloons with water.”
All of us went slack jawed, Water? Alright.. Sharing an impressed look, all of us shuffled excitedly in place, wanting to see this activity through. Korty smiled some more and leaned on one hip,
“So get to it, you four. We have a few hours to prepare, and I don't want to waste any more time than needs be.”
She dismissed us like some military sergeant and walked away, picking up her clipboard whilst beckoning another group to help her.
Once she was away, we all looked at one another, Justin muttering,
“Tell me that I heard her correctly. We don't fill balloons up with water.”
Laughing as I beckoned him to follow, I picked up a balloon package and tossed it at him, “Well, we do now.”
The reason for the no water, was because one; its a balloon. Two, you're putting water in a balloon. Either you're going to get someone soaked with the balloon, or you are the one getting soaked.
As for why we were surprised, was the fact that we hadn't seen or thought of this before, the idea being nigh impossible to do. The game objective was to run from one side of the gym, pick up a balloon, sit on it, and try to pop it.
The first person to run out of balloons, wins. But now, all of the contestants are getting wet asses, all thanks to Korty.
Smiling in victory, Justin and I trudged over to the fountains to give quick spouts of water inside the rainbow colored balloons. The green haired adult tossed me some balloons and kept some for himself, filling them up appropriately.
As did I, switching the full balloons out when filled. It took us a few minutes, which was alright, considering that it was early in the morning and no one was really awake.
So it was just two dudes out in a hallway, filling up water balloons, side by side.
It got to a point to where I had to break the silence, due to my boredom. I looked over at Justin and smirked, preparing myself as I leaned back and bent forward, all the while letting out a whooping,
“MAAAAANNNNNNN.”
The look Justin gave me was just a priceless as the mess he made when he jerked his hands, thus causing the water to fly into his face and shirt. But he got me back by throwing a balloon that was tied off, soaking me to the bone when it popped.
I should've been mad, maybe even tried to flick him off, but it ended with a smile that turned to laughs.
From there, we continued to fill the party objects until we were about done. When we reached ten of those things, Justin sighed and scratched his chin, trying to find someway to start a conversation,
“So.”
I snickered and raised a brow, while tossing another balloon back into a sizeable bucket,
“So?”
Justine frowned and rolled his eyes towards my sarcasm,
“Hah, got anything planned this evening?”
My response was a shrug followed with a sigh, “Well I did, it involved chips and chill, plus five hours of Hub, so.. Yeah.”
Justin smirked, “Catching up on a show?”
I saw where this was going and smiled, throwing him a sideways glance,
“Eeyup. You?”
Justin leaned on the fountain, causing me to inwardly laugh as he sucked in through his teeth,
“Well, Prom is coming up, had to deal with that, but I was trying to do the same. Chill in my dorm and catch up on some snacks.”
I nodded and tried keeping a straight face, but the guy caught on to my failed act and said sullenly,
“What's so funny?”
I sputtered humorously and pointed at his ever growing wet spot.
Laughing finally out loud when I saw his expression turn to shock, I slapped my side and bent forward as Justin cried out, trying his damndest to dry his wet shirt. Not that it wasn't already, but it was thoroughly soaked because of how long he had it under the fountain.
After a minute of him trying, and undeniably failing, he gave up and threw his arms out, scoffing at the mere lunacracy off his luck,
“Great, my only good shirt ruined..”
I chuckled at the irony, shaking my head as he rambled on about how his life was miserable.. I could care less. Alright, I could care a little, given he helped me out with the streamers and lightened the load.
As I drowned out the noises Justin was making, I allowed my thoughts to drift slightly, taking me to a more appropriate place than here. I must sound crazy huh?
Well, it was here that I could easily lose track of time and placement, focusing on whatever I needed to, that being of the annoying question Lucky Charms decided to bring up..
What was I doing that evening?
Thinking back, I believe I thought about seeing if Randy could hold his own against the sound of music in the same room he slept in. It was his fault i was here, and the fact that i was awake at the time. So, there was that, then there was what I was going to watch..
Recently, I had heard that Deadpool had come out, so me being me, I knew it was Netflix and chill for when I got it. But for some reason, Randy thought that pouring something over our network router was a smart idea.
C'est la vie I suppose. So I quickly dismissed that idea and had to think more deeply on the subject, eventually ruling it to watching cartoons.
Oh wait..
We only get a few channels worth of cartoons, one being Nickelodeon, the other Cartoon Network and lastly The Hub.
All were alright, and I was kinda glad for all three, the rest were sports channels, and I could give less of a good decision to flip to those channels.
Who wants to see an old geezer whack a ball across a field? Really though?
Anyway, Cartoon Network always had some show on like Kung Fu Panda, only two shows I watched on that channel were Teen Titans and The Amazing World of Gumball. Fucking love those two shows.
As for Nickelodeon, I didn't bother with it since iCarly and SpongeBob were the others i watched. The former being off air, thus making CN and Nick ruled out leaving me left with Hub. Which was chill itself. Heard today they had the My Little Pony re-runathon, and were introducing a new character.
So I was pumped about that. Randy though, not so much. He was cool with it, could deal with my insights about watching the show. But couldn't stand the sight of it. He had told me it'd hurt his eyes.
I quick response of telling him to step on a Lego made him rethink his life choices. But I digress.
I snapped out of my moment when Justin tapped my shoulder,
“Bro, you good?”
Shrugging off what just happened, I nodded and showed him the last balloon, earning a grin from him, “Meh, now I am. How about we get these to Korty before she has a cow.”
Justin walked over to his bucket while I was talking and had stopped after I finished, his eyebrows knitted together tightly as he stood,
“Dude, I think she does have one actually.”
Eyes widening in shock, I scratched my head and scoffed,
“Well hot damn.. That's ironic… How'd that happen?”
Justin picked his bucket up and walked past me, opening the gym door with his back as he shrugged with a bemused expression plastered across his face,
“I think she has a farm dude. I definitely know she has chickens, ‘cus she pops in sometimes with her own eggs..”
He trailed off as I moved past him, eyes glazing over the gym itself. How long were we filling balloons? I mean, last time I saw it, the gym barely had a single decoration set up.
Now it looked Pepped and Rallied to go.. Heh.. I made a funny. Justin stood beside me in the same amount of awe, his jaw dropping open when he saw that the pile of streamers we had was gone.
If I had to describe the place, I would say it looked decent. Not fancy, but fancy enough to make you look around and simply nod in appreciation. And that's what I did, seeing the guys we were with racing about like ballerinas, throwing streamers and blowing balloons up like madmen.
With a quick shut of his trap, I paced forward and saw who we were looking for. Said personage was strutting around, eyeing each piece congruently. However, as I set down the bucket I was carrying, I smiled and said with adulation,
“Wow, you sure outdid it this time..”
I meant that too, you weren't there for the first two Pep Rally's. Or is it Rallies? Meh.
Korty turned and said with a slight grin,
“Thanks Kite, means a lot. I see you got the balloons filled?” She finished by looking down as Justin stopped by to drop off his load.
We both responded with nods and awaited our next orders. Those being,
“I can handle the balloons and such, you two need to scurry along and help out Frederick and Silverbee, one if not both are having slight difficulties with their partners.”
She frowned halfway through her instructions and held her chin as she peered over us. Upon inspection from my point of view, I turned and saw what and who she was talking about.
I saw Fred and Randy both looking bummed out as Peterson and.. Harlem? Harleem? Jesus.. Anyway, the latter were ordering the former, both of them lounging on the bleachers. It was frustrating, seeing the jock and lackey treat Randy and Fred like that.
Casting a look to Justin, we both seemed to think the same and walked over to the supposed work site. Upon sensing our presence, both Randy and Fred look rather pleased to see us. But on the other hand, Harlem sat up from his relaxed spot and showed that he was rather pissed,
“Hey, did Korty send you two?” He said, pointing between me and Justin. I nodded and jerked a thumb back to the professor,
“Yep, just got some orders from her. Told us to help with you.. Two.” I finished by pointing at my friend and Fred.
Peterson, the lackey, poked his head from behind Harlem's shoulder,
“Hey man, we're doing work too!”
Justin and I snickered at the response, as did our friends. Gesturing to what they were doing, I grew serious,
“Yeah, unless being lazy is your job, I'd say you'd get a raise. What the hell are you doing anyway?”
Harlem frowned and crossed his arms, a lone finger tapping his muscles,
“Well before you interrupted, WE were trying to get some streamers up there. Its done now thanks to me, and all we need to do now is hang up the Welcome sign.”
I gave Harlem a flat stare once he mentioned it was because of him that the streamers were up, but I wasn't about to try and communicate with someone with his ego.
So besides him smirking at the fact that he apparently did something, I found it rather irritating and could foresee myself hating the rest of the day.
So with a sigh and rubbing my face in frustration, I grunted and said with boredom,
“Alright, so what would you have us do?”
O.o.O.o.O
“AND NOW, THE UPPER CLASSMEN! GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!!”
The whole gym roared from the entrance of the amount of bodies that appeared. Said bodies did various things, some bowed while others did a trademark dap, causing some eyes to roll. But nonetheless, the classmen took their seats and patiently awaited for the next part.
I was pacing in the middle as our Principal, a middle age man with dark golden hair, quickly sped through the announcements. They weren't big and stuff, but they were related to the college.. So I guess they were important.
So yeah, Harlem and his fuckboy apparently thought it was funny to try and work us to death while he relaxed, kicked back and wafted in his company. All we had left to do was put up the banner for the cheerleaders and football team to rip through.
It was simple enough, but for the sake of my sanity and Randy with his condition, Harlem had put us in the gutter. It took all four of us thirty minutes to try and pull that thing into place.
Seriously though, and still to this day, I will always beg the question of why on gods green earth would he wake up and try and do something like this. A Pep Rally of all things.
But enough of my ramblings, I straightened when the Principal looked my way and smiled, holding the microphone for me to take it.
Man, I've never been the one for crowds.. And no, before you think it, I am not singing the national anthem. Unless you want to have your eardrums replaced, don't ask me to sing.
Ever.
I took the mic from the Principal and cleared my throat,
“Alright! Those with orange tickets, please come from the stands and line up for the first game!”
I pointed to a spot on our glossy gym floor, seeing some kids begrudgingly get up from their spots and take their place where I had suggested. I eyed them for a moment before smiling and handing the microphone back to the principal,
“Alright, you know the rules of the game?”
I was extremely glad when I saw multiple nods, I clasped my hands together and pointed to four of the eight,
“You four are on those buckets on that side of the gym, the rest of you are on the opposite side. Okay? Nice! Let's do it!”
I said the last part with a false smile, seeing as how the students could give less of what happens during the game.
Oh if only they knew what was about to soak them.
So what happened next was as follows, the Principal raising a stopwatch, then him bellowing,
“GO!”
I took a comfy spot near the second year students and watched as the selected contestants run around the gym, planting their asses on the helpless balloons we took so long to fill.
Well some of them were helpless. The ones that weren't so, surprised the hell out of the contestants by spraying water all over the place. And I must admit, seeing their faces once they realized that their pants or shorts were soaked made me burst out laughing.
This continued, the sitting on balloons and surprised looks when several of them turned out to be filled water. Not to mention that a few students slipped a couple of times when the puddles grew larger.
Turns out, the first kid to finish, was a first year. So when he had finished first, the whole side of first years erupted into a cacophony of cheers.
Red faced and panting heavily, the student had raised a fist and shook it, falling back after another one of the contestants crossed the finish line.
The Principal stepped beside me and tapped my shoulder, gaining my attention. I craned my head towards him and saw that he had a smile on his face,
“Your Professor really did the Campus proud, look at this!”
He gestured to the first year, who was still half dead from running around the gym, being hoisted into the air by the other contestants.
“I'm already excited to see what we can do with the next activity!”
I tried smiling with him, I did. But if I had, that would be the inner asshole in me coming out and basically spitting on Randy.
The Mummy was up next, so of course Randy was already in the middle shaking from nervousness. And truthfully, I couldn't blame him. But it was all in good fun… Hopefully.
I say that in a way because the people who were wrapping Randy, were the people that made us work to our bones.. Almost. I know that Peterson and Harlem were in on it, Korty also.
I had told the group that I wasn't going to be taking part of it, because I saw no reason to. So with their permission, I was allowed to head back to my dorm and get whatever I needed to and come back. Which I wasn't going to. The Pep Rally could suck it.. I'm just gonna go to my dorm and chill for the rest of the day.
And that's just what I did. Thankfully, it was right after I heard the words,
“AND WRAP THAT MUMMY!”
Poor Randy. Rest in Pepperonis bro…
O.o.O.o.O
I opened the double door to go outside, squinting at the unusual brightness. It was beginning to become chilly, as per it was in the late September. Before long, it'll be October and then eventually November, followed up by the rest of the months.
I wasn't worried, but this time of the year was more favorable on my side because of the three straight months of eating were in view, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
But besides that, I shut the open door and frowned, shoving my hands into my pockets as I trudged across the campus.
Although there was nobody around, it had become a custom for me to lower my head and stare at the ground, I did it on purpose so that I wouldn't be caught staring at anyone.
My experiences of doing so were quite tragic and involved one of the party to call me a freak. But a well placed fuck you followed up by them scowling at me always made my day though.
I shiveredI shivered slightly as a gust of cold wind pelted me, making me move slightly faster towards my goal. I reached it, nonetheless colder, and quickly entered, glad to be, “Home”.
I took my hands from the pockets and looked about, seeing as how unusually quiet and empty the orange hallways were.
The different doors were lined with various numbers and of course decorated with the occupants desires, some being heavy metal and other ranging to the conspicuous Anime.
I turned right, my route becoming more robotic as I knew where I was going. Seeing as how easier it was to just look out for the only door with a courteous meme stuck on it.
Grinning as a flashback of when I posted that meme up there came to me, I opened our door after inserting the key, giving the doorknob a jostle and entering our humble abode.
I guess since that was the last time I saw it, and… Probably won't ever see it again… The size of the room was even, flattening out to about the size of a common hotel room.
What I found cool, was that Randy decided one year to buy us a fridge. Like.. And actual fridge. We called her Bertha. A mixture of Bethesda and another name I can't seem to remebr at the moment, but I digress.
The room widened when you stepped in at first, having the fridge to your left and the couch an chair to the right, along with our awesome t.v. and.. Ruined gaming system.
I blame that solely on Randy. I swear it had nothing to do with me raging about campers in CoD. I swear.
I took a breath and decided to plant my ass in the gaming chair, claiming my throne and turned on the t.v.
I switched through the channels and stopped on the hub, momentarily forgetting about the Pep Rally and everything else happening outside.
A thought crossed me towards the fact that I had forgotten to grab a soda, so with the commercials playing, I got up from the leather chair and stalked over to our fridge, kicking off my shoes and planning to stay a while.
I entered the area where we had momentarily set up our fridge and coughed, opening the fridge as I did so. Inside we had stocked up on food, courtesy of me and my job as the local repair person.
It was what I call, fun jobs. Most people would think that rebuilding a toaster is stupid and in itself a humerous thing to do.
But I'd like to see you pay for a new toaster when I could give you the same toaster, but a smidge better, and at a lower price. So, that's why I liked to call my line of work, fun jobs, because hey, I loved fixing stuff.
It also reflected on the fact that I was aspiring to be a mechanic. And quite frankly, it was an awesome skill to have.
Then why not fix the router or game station?
Because I'm lazy and a fat lard, piss off.
I grabbed a case of the finest Mountain Dew and ripped a bottle off, throwing the container back into the appliance before closing it and walking back to my seat, seeing the cartoon scheduled for today start to play.
Heh, My Little Pony. Where do I even begin… We all have our little secrets, things some people know that we don't do, or try to think that we don't do. But its safe to say that I watch this show for my own personal reasons.
I blame the fandom and all of the art online for bringing my curiosity to the show, perking my inner, child side.
I remember watching the first episode around Junior year. And it was around the time the first season had began and ended, setting the whole fandom and kids alike in an uproar at the finale.
At the end of junior year, Randy and I attended different conventions, which conveniently, were placed and held at the same spot.
Randy attended his Fairty Tale convention while I attended Bronycon, just for kicks and to see what all the hub bub was about.
All I had to say was, wow. Just.. Wow.
So many different people were there, and not to metion the actors and CG animations of the characters were there too.
That year, we had a guest appearance of The Living Tombstone and Mandopony. Both were amazing, the former playing different songs that ranged from their recent Fnaf craze and ended with one of their more recent songs… I believe it was Magic.. Meh..
Anyway, rambling again, I didn't come as anything, or pony for that matter, but I did have some Vinyl Scratch glasses, so I was rocking those the entire time.
Oh come on, you gotta admit, She is pretty fucking cool.
ANYWAY! The convention was just amazing forthright. I met MysteryBen and got to shake hands with the voice actor of Scootaloo. Scratching that off my bucket list.
And since then, I've just sat in the sidelines, watching different canons and stories being written, produced, I've attended my second and third convention this year and last, and bought some merchandise.
Some, mind you. Some.
In my section of the dorm, I had a poster of the Wonderbolts and some of the team members they had.
What? It was on sale.
And I still had the Vinyl Scratch glasses on my dresser. I wore those sometimes when I was going outside or I was just bored. It was a win, win because those who watched the show gave me some brofists, and I got to hide my eye,
So heh.
Oh yeah, the TV, shit. That moment, I was watching the first episode over again, because the whole day, the announcer had said that it was a whole rerun. I was hype and intrigued because I hadn't watched the first season in a while.
Plus I had everything I needed, including my soda and the chair I was sitting in. And so, as the episode began with the signature song, I popped open my soda and chuckled,
Today was shaping up so far.
O.o.O.o.O
I got through about five episodes, taking intervals in between to stretch, crack some loose joints and just use the restroom.
I went to go piss during a weather report and came back out only to engage a strange looking visitor in a staring contest. Comedically enough, we both locked gazes, its green eyes widening before I ended up busting out laughing.
The thing before me was covered in toilet paper and had sticky stuff oozing all over him, including a few papers stuck here and there with incriminating words put on them.
I'll give you two guesses as to who it was.
If you guessed,
“Randy, oh my.. HAHAH.. OH MY GOD! What'd they do to you?!?”
I continued laughing as Randy threw his arms out, a unamused look on his face,
“They took the activity to far man. They got the toilet paper and shit done good, but when they added an extra layer of glue, I noped the hell outta there.”
Wiping a fictional tear from my face, I snickered some more and nodded, “Well good, glad to see your sticking to your plan.”
Randy flatbrowed, simply walked over, and backhanded me. Well what I thought was a backhand. It hurt when he hit me, but I think his hand stuck to my face. He sighed and held his own, shaking his head as he muttered curses and blatent incantations to whomever was listening.
“Can you please unhand me breh. I can understand if your all touchy feely and all, but this is to much.”
I said hoping to lighten the mood. Successfully, it did, as per Randy smirked from under all of the toilet paper,
“I fucking hate you. You know that?”
I pouted and painfully ripped his hand away from my face, massaging my jaw afterwards,
“Yeah, I know. Love ya too Rand.”
Randy scoffed and walked to the bathroom,
“Don't watch to much MLP bro, you keep at it, and eventually I'm afraid you'll be living in it.”
I scoffed and leaned on one arm as I sat in my throne,
“That's impossible Rand!”
I heard him agree, but when he was far enough away, I muttered,
“Although, that would be kinda cool…”
Meh, its a dream that couldn't be aspired. Although, there were some pretty kickass Fanfiction stories that were on point with that.
What? I read.. Occasionally.
When I heard him turn on the water, I resumed my MLP binge, eyeing the TV with such a feriosity, I'm surprised it hadn't burst into flames.
I began watching the next three episodes, ending on the one to where Hasbro introduced Trixie, and had to stop due to a light knock on the door.
Flatbrowing, I sighed and turned the TV to one of the sports stations, ended up being a golf station. Great. So, I made my way to the door and placed the remote on a counter, opening it with my other hand.
“Hel….. loh?”
I blinked and raised a brow, there was nobody at the door? I leaned forward and looked both ways, scratching my head as I did so, pondering which childish asshole would do that.
I let out a, “Hmm”, and tried shutting the door, but was stopped by a little voice speaking up,
“Excuse me?”
Oh… I looked down and slapped my forehead in disdain, there was a little kid staring up at me with an amused smile. He had on a black T-shirt and Khakis. Typical stuff for so done his age.
Chuckling, I nodded and waved,
“Sorry bud, didn't see ya there..”
The kid shuffled his harry potter like glasses and sniffed, sizing me up,
“Are you.. Gerald?”
Frowning, I gave him a terse nod. At first, I thought it was just some kid that got lost, and I was about to help him, but he knew my name, so I was either in trouble…. Or this was my kid..
Hold on.. I dated Jenna… Heather.. But I never…
“Here ya go. My mom wanted me to give this to you.”
He held a brown bag that was wrapped in a bow. Raising a brow, I grinned nervously and knelt down,
“Kid, are you lost? I mean.. How did you even find me? This is a.. Well this is college. Kids your age ain't supposed to be here.”
The child in front of me smirked and gestured for me to take the bag again,
“My mom is looking over the Pep Rally this year. I was in the locker rooms most of the time.”
Wait.. Then that means..
“Korty is your mom?”
The kid nodded enthusiastically and bounced,
“Eeyup! She wanted me to give you that because of how you did this year for the Rally!”
I scratched the back of my neck and nodded once more, unsure of how to approach this,
“Uh thanks…”
“Dee.”
I blinked and looked at the kid, seeing him hold out a hand. That was his name? Now that he was closer, which was.. Kinda creepy.. I noticed that he looked awfully familiar, which was even more creepy than before. He had a pale complexion and some strangely hazel… Or was it gold hued eyes?
And I don't know that many kids,
“Alright.. Dee… Uh.. You tell your mom thanks?”
I said as I took the bag in one hand to shake his with the other. Nonetheless, Dee held my hand with a surprising grip for a… How old was he anyway? Seven? Jesus.. I gotta ask Korty about that later…
Dee let go and saluted with two fingers, “Stay safe, hear its about to downpour. Sucks, but eh.”
I snickered, at least the kids got humor,
“Yeah, you too bud. Wait.. Actually,”
Dee turned around after I called out to him, so I continued,
“Do you know your way back?”
Dee smiled and nodded, showing me more of his enthusiasm,
“Yep! I'm all good. Though, I wish mom knew where the food was…”
I shrugged and pointed down the hallway,
“If you feel up for it, its all the way over there, near the gym. But you need money to buy food. Which no, I don't have.”
Dee slumped and he snapped his fingers, sending me into a bout of laughter,
“Well alright Dee, head on back to Korty, I'm sure she's waiting for you.”
Dees eyes widened and he gasped before running off, showing me that she was waiting.
When I saw him disappear around the turn pike, I snorted and eyed the bag. What was in here anyway? And why was it so heavy?
Thoughts being provoked by my unending curiosity, I closed the door and walked over to the counter of where I had set down my remote. Picking it up, I aimed it at the TV and sat back down in my chair, finally able to go back to watching stuff.
Except… I really wanted to know what was in the bag.
My eyes dragged themselves away from the screen an rested on the brown bag, sensing that it was hopefully filled with goodies. Hopefully not a textbook.. Fucking asshole if she got me a history textbook.
I hefted the bag onto my lap and stared at it for a moment before ripping open into it with a child like fascination.
But what I found inside, was curious. And made me raise an eyebrow in intrique.
I brought both hands into the bag and came back out with a perfect white sphere. It looked almost like one of those fortune tellers glass balls. I turned it in my hand and saw why it was so heavy,
Inside, it looked like it was filled with some sort of visquious liquid. So that's why it was unnaturally white. Huh. Wonder how Korty got that in there? Rather where in hell she got this.
I put the bag aside and went back to looking at the ball, admiring it in a soft awe. I did this for about ten minutes before I looked up to stare at the TV, seeing that I had forgotten about the episode entirely.
It was at the moment of where Trixie had brusquely proclaimed that whatever Twilight and her friends did, she could do better. So I watched with a small smile as all of them were basically shown up by illusions and how Trixie did do everything better.
I chuckled when Raritys hair turned green, seeing as how her reaction was humorous.
But anyway, I shook my head and hefted the ball, thinking back to what Randy had said earlier.
Maybe being in Equestria wouldn't be so bad.. Well aside from the fact that I'd be a total outcast.
But I was fascinated with the thought for a different reason. It was the Pegasus side of MLP. Like with the cloudsdale moments and parts of the sonic-rainboom, stuff like that.
For as long as I could remember, i had always thought that planes and stuff were cool.
So of course, watching Thomas the Tank engine and other things like the Disney movie Planes got some kicks for my flight like mood. I had also searched in my spare time, how much it would cost to fly a plane. A.k.A flight lessons.
They were too much and I wasn't old enough. So that was was kinda dream crushing. But I hadn't let it hinder me in my search for other alternatives. Like hangliding and skydiving. Or my personal favorite, the wingsuit flying.
So if you haven't guessed already, I was fascinated with flight. Heh, it was more than a fascination actually now that I think about it…
Flying for me, was like a dream. You could always think about it so much and live while you're doing it… But eventually you have to wake up.
That's another reason I have the wonderbolts poster up. They were kinda cool in my book.
But anyways, seeing moving onto why that even pertains to Equestria, I guess you could say… I was jealous? More so on the reason because I wanted nothing more to than to be in the sky…
Jesus that sounds horrible. Sorry.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead with my thumb, standing after doing so. Thinking about this subject was kind of depressing in a way, and pitiful in another, so I had lost my urge to watch the show.
I turned the TV off and thought it'd be best to put the orb on my dresser, dicerning it for the time being.
I stopped however when I got to the bed. It was just there so perfectly that I couldn't help but stare at it.
I wasn't a stickler for names, nor for appearances and for the life of me, I would probably forget your name in a heartbeat. But just seeing the three main pegasi for the poster standing heroically with a few others in the back shooting off something from their asses put me in a state of frowning.
But it turned into slight grin, which turned into a smile. Creepy as I thought, but feeling right, I simply shrugged as I started to grab the orb,
I guess I wish I could fly… Maybe then I wouldn’t have to dream so much.
Several things happened all at once, as I grabbed the orb, my vision grew narrow, like as if I was staring down a long hallway. I grunted aloud as the sound of Randy taking a shower plus the new sound of the rain outside became distorted.
It felt like time had slowed down as I watched in horror as the orb slowly grew bright, blinding me. I gritted my teeth and tried shouting out, anything, I could care less about what was happening around me, but goddammit! Someone stop that light!!
It encased me, billowed around me like some aura, and soon enveloped my entire sight. I felt god awful when it wrapped around me, soon feeling like I was being crushed and stretched apart. And soon, I remember it getting to a point of where I couldn't breathe, couldnt move..c..u .. l ...t t...I..n..k..
O.o.O.o.O
...couldn't think…
Wait… I opened my good eye and looked around frantically. Everything was speeding around me so fast I didn't have time to even comprehend what was happening!
Where was I? Where was my bed?! And that damn orb! I twisted my body and finally got a good view of what kind of predicament I was in, and dear lord it was stomach dropping.
Below me were rolling hills and not to far from it was a peculiar farm, filled with… Apple Trees? I blinked and tried to focus, now was not exactly the best ime to be sight seeing..
Although it was a good view, I didn't want to become the next flattest person alive. The ground was coming up rather quickly, and if I didn't want to become a pancake, or a waffle if you want to be funny, then I have to do something fast.
But what the hell could I do? Its not like I had..
Wings?...
My mouth dropped in utter shock, and if you want to get technical, I think my jaw hit the ground before I did.
There to my right and left when I checked, were wings. Like, actual feathery wings! Of course, I was kinda disappointed because of the fac that they were a shitty brown, but hey, Berger's can't be choosers right? Heh, Berger’s.. That is a writ/o. I just ran out of ink. So I can't erase it..
Eh... Oh yeah!
I looked back down after gawking and about shit myself as I burst through a cloud, landing on it for a moment, smiling at my luck and convenience, and then falling out of the other side, cursing my weight and how the cloud was a bitch.
I twirled for a moment and focused all of my attention towards trying to lessen the speed I was going at. And to do that, I knew I had to somehow open my wings.
So with a determined grin, I rolled my shoulders and thought about them opening, trying to put all my will into that area.
And surprisingly, it actually worked! The two feathery wings opened with a sudden pomf, causing me to jerk back from how fast I was going.
Nonetheless, I laughed aloud and flapped them, the thought becoming natural. Holy shit, I was actually flying… Well technically hovering.
I blinked and looked around from my viewpoint, just seeing at the mere beauty of where I was right now. It took my breath away, leaving me almost in tears.
Sniffing, I cautiously leaned forward and cried out when I zipped forward. Leaning back on the sudden burst of speed, I found out that I could stop.
Huh, so to go forward you just..
“HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYLOOKOUT!!!!!”
My head whipped up from where I was, seeing a sudden shape come barreling into my stomach and knocking my concentration from me.
Just from the pain alone, I could only watch in mute shock as I was about to face plant the barn door.
But why should I be worried. Its a dream. I'll just wake up when I smack against that barn and be on my bed. And as soon as I get there, I'm taking that orb and chucking it out the nearest window.
But to my horror, I smacked the barn, yes, and kept going. The pain caused me to grunt in annoyance as I bounced inside the barn before going out the top and sailing into the town I saw earlier.
But I am happy to write, that I was not awake when I hit the next building.
O.o.O.o.O
“What if he doesn't wale up?! Then I won't be able to think right, knowing I..”
“Ms. Dash please, I would ask that you refrain from freaking out. He is fine as you can see. Although, his wings will take a day or two to heal, he will be alright.”
What… Wings? Ms… Dash? That doesn't sound like a professor I know…
“Alright.. Okay.. He's gonna be fine. Great.”
That voice, it sounded familiar… Where have I heard it from? It was high pitched, girl, but it was scratchy… I heard the other voice speak up, his sounding gruff and deep,
“Oh, I do believe he is awake.”
“WAIT WHAT?! Oh uh.. What do I say? Hey uh sir? I kinda crashed into you? Made you nearly die?”
“How about we let him wake up and then you freak out. On him. Not me.”
“... Not helping.”
“I’m a doctor, mind you, I fix physical isues. I’m not supposed fix mental issues.”
I grunted as I tried opening my eyes, but seeing as there was a blinding light, I quickly shut them and groaned again.
“I think he doesn't like the light doc.”
I managed to scoff and raise my arm to block out the light,
“I.. Have a name… You know..”
There was a gasp, followed by a sudden fluttering sound,
“Oh Sweet Celestia! I thought you were dead!!”
Wait.. Excuse me? Celestia?
“How are you feeling?”
I squinted against the light and could barely make out the shapes and blobs around me,
“Ill feel better when I know where the hell I am.”
I blinked out the dreariness and whipped away all the excess things in my eyes. When they cleared, my jaw, which I hadn't picked up since imfound out that I had wings, dropped even further.
Before me, one hovering above the hospital bed I was in, the other smiling and wiggling his mustache, were ponies. And not just your typical ponies either. The one to the right of me, was a grey haired pony with a mustache for his doctor uniform. He, was a unicorn from the looks of it.
And the other, was someone I hadn't even dreamed of seeing, The Rainbow Dash. The doctor Stallion raised a grey hoof and stated simply,
“Friend, you are in Ponyville Hospital.”
I mouthed out the word, Ponyville, then muttered Celestia, and when I went to scratch my head, I made it about halfway before I felt my eyes roll, losing consciousness.
“And that happened… NURSE!”
Author's Note
[A/N) Heyo! Okay, so here ya go. My gift of a wordgasm. First chapter, not a whole lot to go on. So tell me what you think! Thumbs up if you like it, leave a review :D
Woah, alright… okay… you know how when you cross your leg over the opposite one, and it slowly grows numb over time? Great, now imagine that feeling, all over your body. And then after a few moments, the blood rushes to you limbs at a breakneck speed, which felt awkwardly pleasing. Tickles too. I felt like a cinderblock, roughness included. The blackness around me voiced its opinion in the sound of bristles rubbing up against the bedsheets that covered me. Strange… I don’t believe I recall falling asleep… I remember… touching the orb… and then… ah yes. The funny dream.
Have to admit, it looked real. Felt… real too… why didn’t I wake up when I smacked against the barn though? Not to mention technically meeting a pony. Two actually now that I think about it. Eh. It’ll make one hell of a story to tell Randy. Me. Flying? Absurd. Pushing those thoughts behind me, I tried focusing on waking up, seeing as how that was key in finding out what I was going to do next. God though, I must’ve spiked my soda with something… I wasn’t supposed to feel like a bag of bricks.
I opened a singular eye, my bad one, surprised to find that a bright white light was trained on me. Closing it just as fast, I waited several moments before opening it again, the white light slowly dying into oblivion. I blinked a few times, slowly testing out my limbs, trying to get the blood flow back into place. My head came first, and surprisingly, after looking around, I immediately found that I wasn’t in my dorm bedroom.
Like the light, everything about this room, was white. The bed itself and bedsheets matched with the tiled floor. The latter being put into squares with flakes of red and blue. In front of me were several chairs for those who needed be, could sit and wait for me to awake. And fearfully enough, I could glance at the door and make out a hospital number. I tried flexing my fingers, but due to the fact that I fell asleep on them, I lacked the dexterity and didn’t even move them.
Need to remember not to pinch my arm off when asleep…
So… I fainted… and got a concussion. And because of that orb… that insatiable orb, I was hospitalized. I groaned and sat up, hearing various new cracks and rivets in my spine as I tried to make sense of what was happening. But first, I really needed to piss.
I glanced around, and found my destination, being that of the bathroom. I gripped the blanket numbly and swung my le-
… where are my legs?
I choked on my spit and gagged at the sight that I was pretty sure me. Instead of.. Legs… the thing all humans have that contains skin, a kneecap and the foot, were hind quarters. They, contained an irregular ball joint, fur, and at the end, was why my feet felt so numb. Hooves. They were a strange color and had fur trimmings that stopped short of the hoof itself.
Okay… come on now… jokes not funny anymore! My ears flicked in annoyance, and my th-…. Wait ears?!? I sporatically brought m hooves up to the top of my head, my brain confirming the worst of possibilities.
As doing so, and the multitude of theories, My thoughts raced as something twitched on my side, and because of what was my obvious fear and nervous state, I whipped my head to the source and gapped at my….
…Wings…
As if they were alive, the appendages on my side slowly stretched out and flapped mutely. Holy…
They were… beautiful. Not angelic due to the color placement, but I could only stare in shock as I moved them around, the mere feeling coming natural. But I hissed aloud when my right wing cried out in pain. And I could see why. The top portion was bent in an awkward angle, feathers were ruffled, and I dare say I saw some holes, showing me that something dreadful had happened. And i bet myself ten cents on the most logical one.
Dreading the guess, I cringed and grunted as I carefully touched down onto the Hospital room floor. The sound my hooves… gods that is weird to say aloud… was a sullen clop, followed by a small scrape as my uneven footing caused me to wobble. Shit, hold on, don’t fall forward, nonononononono!!!
THUD
Oh just… peachy. My pain was made apparent in groans as I awkwardly lifted myself into a push up position. My muzzle was flaring in pain, and on top of that, I had to piss. Even more so now. Nervous of someone who could’ve hear that, I quickly checked the door and listened for any sign of shuffling of… whoever was out there. Nothing.
Okay. So standing on two legs, or even one, was a definite No. So how about all four? With that in my mind, I crawled back to my bed, and abrasively hurried, it was now life or death. Life being me making it to the godly room in the corner, Death in the form of me pissing on the floor.
So I clasped the bed with newfound determination as I tore the bedsheets off on accident. But regardless, I was stable, already having three… hoofs on the ground. I was ready to get this done and find out just what in the heck was happening. Finding out that I was a quadraped was… nauseating enough… the wing addition is the only thing that kept me sane. So, Testing my weight, I could only nod in affirmation as I slowly took the last appendage from the mattress, placing it firmly on the floor.
Woah… steady… steady… and… there. Check off standing on all fours. Remind myself later to take classes in Stand up Comedy, because this isn’t that funny.
Ba dum tss!
Shaking away the thoughts, I gulped nervously, eyeing the Restroom door with a cold sweat. I knew that I couldn’t move my hooves in ordinance to that of the bipedal nature. And I don’t think I could take another fall. One because it hurt, and two, its common sense that I couldn’t stand with hindquarters mind you.
So with a tight expression, I tried to mimic the movements of placing my front right hoof forward, followed by the left and then the back ones. It was disorienting, because normally, I don’t have four fucking legs. But strangely enough, it was like going up the stairs as a kid with your hands and feet. So amazingly, and with a toddler like gall, I wobbly made my way to the restroom door. Admittedly, I stumbled a few times, but I caught myself on the bed and continued.
I stopped in front of the wooden frame and tried to grasp the handle, but uh… hooves. Yeah. My hooves limply caused the handle to turn, but I could pull the door open. With a despaired sigh, I gave the door a sickening glare and chomped down on the handle this time, biting back the metallic coppery taste.
As I opened the door and cringed as it creaked, fully swinging wide, small theories and ranting of my paranoia kicked in. Why was I like this? What did I look like? I mean, I know the wings were a dead giveaway, followed by the hooves and the pointy…. Ears… I wanted to see what I was for myself.
Was it that orb? Because if so, I was thinking about finding that Dee character and ramming it down his little throat. Salty much? Indeed.
I was still in a fidget of pain as I stepped inside the outcove. Why couldn’t I have had a more soft landing… Or actually, whoever crashed into me had taken a day off? With those egregious moments, I didn’t notice that the lights above flickered to life and illuminated the porcelain throne I longed for and the sink. Above was the mirror, which was just about my neck height. But that could wait because I needed to…
Position myself… hold up, Do I just sit down? Don’t wanna piss all over the seat now. Standing is kinda hard… do I just put Charleston up there? Erm, fuck it, standing is what I'm doing…Oh… that’s awkward as fuck… don’t look down, don’t look dOWN OH MY GOD THAT’S MINE. I gulped hard and decided to just stare at the ceiling.
… Wow.
Much better… whew… alright! That was extremely awkward, and I am never, EVER, speaking of this moment again. I think I know what I am now, and Jiminy Christmas, I have concerns. Now I can finally get back to the task at, oops! Almost forgot to flush… heh… where was I?
Ah! The task at hand. My eyes instantly flew to my… hooves… yeah that phrase ain’t exactly working in my favor now is it?
After hearing the water drain fully, I stepped over to the sink slowly, careful not to trip over the trash can and plunger. With an applied pressure to steady myself, I pushed myself upwards on the white appliance, my eyes trained on the mirror as a shape came into view.
My heart was racing and my eyes widened in shock, the visage before me mimicking the actions to a T. Before me, was a stallion. A familiar one at that. He had brown fur, a brown mane; consisting with blonde streaks here and there, with bright yellow irisis. One of them, being completely grey. Blinking, and watching as the imposter mirrored it back at me, I could only slump back to the floor in shock as I used my new appendages to feel my.. Muzzle.
The word Pony ridiculed inside my head.
The mirror gave me enough information on how I looked, having the obvious square jaw and huge eyes. My hair style… well mane style… was what I had regularly. Flipped to cover only a portion of my brow. Admittedly, I had to say, that this was… Crazy, didn’t seem real and quite the brain fucker. But when I tried to say this was a dream, My wing would flare pain, reminding me of the present. God… I didn’t even resemble a human now.
With enough decency to remember I just pissed, I clumsily brought my hooves up to the faucet and pressed down, the water spurting out and coating my newer additions with gleaming h2o. My brain sent messages to my hooves and tried telling them to cup the water. But gee, wonder what went wrong? I quickly dried them off by holding myself steady, wiping them on a nearby towel.
So I thought for a moment, to let whatever what was happing ride. If this was a lucid dream, I could just wake my… fetish up by slamming my face onto the floor. But hello? That already happened. Hopefully, I could find out what has occurred, fix it, beat the shit out of the one who caused it, and return to my daily life. Which in truth was how I dealed with most of my problems. But I was panicking a little bit because during my absence, and sudden appearance at this hospital, I had forgotten to turn the damn stove off.
I turned and made my way out of the restroom, quickly noticing that I wasn’t as wobbly as before, meaning that I was getting used to four legs. Great. The conceded thought caused something heavy on my ass to bounce. Checking behind me, I sighed, that action becoming more frequent as this day moved along. Tail. Wonderful. Said appendage was the same color of my fur, and had a single streak of blonde in the middle. Thinking about it moving caused it to twitch, making my ears swivel in surprise as I realized I had full control over that appendage. I also noticed that it had an array of motions, up, down, left, right followed by R1 and fatality. Heh.. Ahem… right, right.
Quickly mastering the movements of my tail, I turned to face the room, and then looked at the bed, a few feathers coated the bare mattress and led to the bathroom. Looking at my own wings again, I noticed that several parts of it were loose and not that coordinated with one another.
But I shook that off, along with causing a few more feathers to fall and thought of a plan. So, I first laid out the facts. One, I was a.. Pony. A pegasus. Earlier, as to what in could remember, I crashed, the case in point and evidence clearly in my sore muscles and wing. Where I crashed, and at what point in time is a still mystery. But from the Vietnam like flashbacks, I went clean through the barn and bounced places.
What happened next… was a dumbfounder though. Did I really see the two other ponies? Respectively being Rainbow Dash and the Doctor? My heart fluttered momentarily at the urge of meeting the technicolor mare again.
No! Bad Gerald, pay attention!
Fine… fine… should I just leave? I mean, besides from my deformity of pony like nature, if I left would I be rounded to the nearest lab and dissected?
Look here! A new species! We call it the Pegasus! Cue quite literally in the scalpel and other tools, me dead on the operating table. Yeah no.
I made my way to the door, nervousness shown in the way my wings every so often twitched. The brown wooden gate looked intimidating this close, and from my point of view, which was close to the floor I might add, made it even more so. Daunted with the curiosity of what could be on the other side of the door, I took a step back, and breathed out.
Come on, its like ripping off a band aid… Ouch actually. Fur… eesh. That’s like the ultimate body wax.
But move past that awful thought, because while I had gotten caught up inside of that stupid Envision, I missed the green aura that engulfed around the door handle. It turned the metal frame and made the locks on the door click open.
With that in mind, ask yourself, have you ever been interrupted? I mean, not verbally, but physically? Well, I wasn’t prepared for the door to open while thinking. I was actually hoping to open it myself as per y’know, It spurs my mood and allows me to feel better about myself later on.
So when it indeed squeaked open, I had done two things, one being the utter and almost fact of coating the floor a nice brown, and two crying out in fear… the latter surprised me the most because of how deep my voice was. I hadn’t tried speaking yet… huh…
Anyways, I surprised myself and the personage opening the door, me flying back ten feet and whoever had the door apparently bumped his/her head. Great. It’s the government come to get me. Randy, even if you don’t know and care where I am, don’t you dare touch my fucking soda stash.
Cowering at the foot of the bed, I watched in a stillness as a familiar doctor came in, rubbing his… horn.
Oh good god it is true then…
The doctor sniffed and produced a small smile, “Howdy there son… nice to see ya again.” His tan eyes gazed at me with concern, normal for a doctor to have. Stop being a bitch Gerald… come on.
I blinked at him, my confusion furthering increasing. He was a dull grey unicorn, his age clearly showing in voice and face. His muzzle showed an ever lighter shade of grey which matched his mane of a icy white. He was oddly wearing a doctoral outfit marked with a stethoscope hung around his neck… and that weird circle thing taped around his forehead.
I mean really, how would you respond to a talking horse, Or, pony, for my case? Oh hello sir, Uh.. Great to meet you? No… to simple… So instead, seeing as how that.. He was technically a doctor, and would want to help rather than hinder, I uh… waved.
But the Doc took it as a sign that I was friendly, “Oh so he moves? Excellent, when we first got to you,” Said he as I wobbly stood, watching him circle to the side of the bed, “You had a broken wing and several lacerations. On top of that, I wouldn’t have guessed it after surmising that you had concussion, but you didn’t, and still don’t.”
For some reason, he and I shared a laugh. Okay… why am I laughing about that? After, I found the Doc to be less of a threat, I nodded slowly, “Thank you… for… y'know… Saving me.. I guess Mr?”
Doc stuck a hoof out, weird… must want a handshake… oh god dammit. Hoofshake…, “No need to thank me lad. Names Needle Point. And I didn’t find you. I just helped you back to health. Haven’t lost anypony yet, never plan to.”
An astute vision I might say...wait, anypony? I shook his hoof nonetheless, allowing him to break away. While thinking about that, I failed to notice, again that Needle Point had come closer, viewing me behind a clipboard held in his green aura. But I snapped out of my stupor when Needle inquired,
“So lad, I apologize for asking, but you aren’t on our records.” He sighed through his nose, features on his muzzle slowly growing stern, “No name, we haven’t seen your blood type and thus we have no idea where you are from. Not to mention, the fact that we already asked around Cloudsdale if anypony recognized you. Sad to say that nopony did. Could you, if its alright, explain?”
Oh my gawsh… Cloudsdale?!?! Well let’s see… names Gerald. I’m AB+, and Fuck your personal questions Doc. But I couldn’t just answer him like that. I definitely didn’t want to figure out why he was called Needle Point. So I swallowed my pride, and decided to think up on the spot the most inconspicuous story I could,
“Well, I.. I’m not from around here… I come from a little ways always up north.”
Needle scribbled several things down, raising a grey eyebrow, “From Everfree?” He whistled, but allowed me to continue,
“Yeah… Everfree… The name is Granite… my blood type… I actually don’t know and…” I slowly faltered when the doctor had stopped scribbling when I mentioned my name.
Alright, fuck. I’m sorry that my name is ridiculous. But it’s a nickname that I got from school since my accident with a pencil colliding with my eye,
“Its.. Just Granite? No last name?” Needle said with a grin. Thinking about it, I quickly chuckled, moving around to stretch my… Hooves, “Sorry…But… ponies..” hopefully he believe me, “Usually resort to calling me Granite.”
Needle nodded while marking things down, poking his ink quill on the doctorial equipment and placing it inside his coat, “Alright that covers the basics. Later, we can get your blood, and I respectively would like to continue this, but I had originally came in here to see if you were awake. Luckily you were. And so, Granite, You are to be released soon because of sudden events.”
I blinked, sudden events? What sudden events?
Needle smiled, “Your wing has healed faster than we originally thought. Normally Pegasi wings take about five to seven days to heal, most of the time, four days with magic. But the record I’ve seen… was about three. I dare say you’ve beaten the record by just two days. So you’ll be flying in no time!”
I looked at him in shock, I WAS HERE FOR TWO DAYS?!? My glossed eyes caused the elderly pony to snicker in his expense, “Oh do try not to look so surprised son, We get a lot of ponies in here daily, and because of so, Ponyville care has been known to release them just as quickly. I know you want to stay, but we need this room for more concerning matters.”
Again. Ponyville. I gave him a thoughtful nod, “Ah… so I’m leaving when?”
Needle shrugged, placing the clipboard into a container hung on the wall, “Really? Anytime you want to. We’ve set your wing bone into place and applied some healing factors to your lacerations. Your fur was grown back quickly and you should trot out of here with nothing but a few bruises and a hurt wing for a day or two.”
“Wow… uh.., okay? Do I have to pay you?” I asked not so hopefully. What happened thereafter caused me to question the Doctors sanity.
He laughed.
Not a normal, teehee, or Ohhoho. No it was more like a,
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
Yeah that. As I grew a slight frown at for how long Needle laughed, I simply waited, watching as his laugh died to a chuckle, “Oh boy, what would ever make you think that?”
I blinked and said, “Well you gotta pay for your equipment right?”
Needle Point shook his head, “Nope. Celestia and Luna help do that for us.” Albeit my brony mind swam with questions at the mere mention of the two goddesses upon the mountain top, I gulped,
“Well I have to give you someth-“ This time, I was verbally interrupted, “No. You don’t. Your heart is in the right place, but no. Son, you were near dead when we found you. It takes work to make sure that everypony that comes in here, can trot right back out. Almost the whole staff does it too. Its like our motto. I can rest easy at night knowing I at least saved one soul from his/her expieriences.”
Wow… right. Jeez, this care is like the French. Awesome. Didn’t have any money on me anyway,
“Al..alright then.”
Needle smiled and turned on hoof, making his way to the door with a slight spring in his step. But before he got there, I cleared my throat, trying and failing to grasp about,
“Doc… where am I?” Needle stopped and waited until I was finished. Afterwards, he turned while opening the door, a small smile gracing his features,
“Granite, welcome to Ponyville. You’re outta here in ten minutes.” He turned slightly allowing a clear view of his cutie mark.
O.o.O.o.O
I numbly walked away from the hospital I was cared for in. Literally, I had just woken up, and already was discharged from the ward. But I had to agree, the doctors did do a good job on helping me out while I was unconscious. I felt nothing other than a small pain in my newest appendages. Which I was still trying to get used to.
Now all I needed to do was figure out why, just in gods name why, am I a pony? My mind was racing with questions, but at the same time, I was in awe. This was just about every bronys dream. And here I was… living it in a nutshell.
But hey, at least the Hospital staff was nice enough to give me some stuff. It started with a leather saddlebag, and graduated to a few bits, some very snazzy yellow tinted sunglasses, kinda like my Vinyl ones back… home… black rimmed and shaded yellow. A strange color to match my eyes with, but they were tinted so that your eyes weren’t able to be seen, (I wasted no time in putting those on), and finally, some sort of pass into Cloudsdale. I had to work on figuring out just where in hell that was.
Shouldn’t be too hard though. It’s a city made out of fucking clouds.
But the fact of that matter is, I was in Ponyville, Equestria. Well technically the outskirts. As a pegasus. The possibilities from here on out, were extraordinarily endless. Like, maybe I should see if I can find one of the mane six? That’s Creepy. OH! I could try and fly!! Wait… shit. Wings are kinda… messed up.
But either way, off to Ponyville. And due to my circumstance and the fact that my destination was far off, I always wanted to say this,
“HIGH HO GERALD!! AWAY!!!!”
Taking in the warm air, I reared on my back legs… and nearly fell on my ass in pain. Yeah, just gonna hold out on that there…
So, right now, I was heading east, based on the suns position and by the speed of the wind, plus the barometric pressure told me many things at that moment too, Like for one I had no idea where I was going. Call me a map and draw stuff on me, but without the proper guide, you have no idea where you’re going.
Sure there was a trail, and yes I had followed it, but after a while, the trail divided into two directions. Shouldn’t I be able to see Ponyville off in the distance anyways?
I tried to look off into the distance, spot any key landmarks from the show. Forest.. Forest.. Oh look!! A tree.. Uh… is that Everfree? No no, that’s just more forest. Damn.
After doing a pace in the fork in the rode, I saw one thing that got me to blink twice, a floating cloud. Heh, fuck you. Yes there were a bunch of floating clouds above me, but that one, was being pushed by something. And oddly enough, It was heading in the general direction towards Ponyville.… hopefully.
My curiosity getting the utter best of me, I decided to be smart for once and follow it. All the while, hearing the gravel crunch and churn beneath my new hooves. I had to think about this carefully though. What exactly was I going to do when I reached that town? I was practically running in there blind and in a sense, hoping too.
The first thing that came to mind, was Twilight Sparkle. She always knows what to do. Maybe she could help me… if the ponies there don’t murder me first… Yeah. Remember the skirmish with the Barn and some other stores? That’s another reason I have to head towards Ponyville.
To Repair the damage I had caused.
Glancing back up to the mobile cloud, I took in the shape, settling on the fact that it was a home. The apparent doors and cloud shaped windows were in plain sight, showing me through it all, on the other side was a… Rainbow Fountain? I trotted to the side and cocked my head, yep, that there was a Rainbow Fountain. And I was pretty sure there was only one pony who, owned a cloud house, had rainbows out the wazzoo decorated all over it, had a turtle floating around in the upstairs window, and was currently coming straight at me.
Wait brain, go over that again?
"Owned a Cloud house, Had rainbows on it, turtle, Coming straight at you."
Mm… say the last one again.
"Coming. Straight. At. You."
… Oh great. That’s what I was afraid of.
Author's Note
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Chapter
I watched in numb shock as a blurred cyan shape barreled from the sky, leaving an all too familiar colored trail in its wake. It did several tricks, a few cartwheels here, a loop to loop there and finished off the small show with a dive straight up, flying all the way back and landing in front of me. Due to the impact, it caused a small dust cloud to form, obscuring my vision.
I coughed several times, trying my hardest and failing to clear the smoke from my lungs and eyes. When gravity settled in, thank you gravity, I found myself face to face with Rainbow Dash… I think I should say again?
What? There's no way to sugarcoat the subject. She was in all of her glory, Rainbow mane flapping gently in the breeze, rose colored irises squinted due to her faulty landing, cyan colored coat, and she too was coughing from how much dust she stirred up. I was about a head taller than her, but from being this close up, and in her presence, I could see every detail on this mares form. My mind just couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. Trying already to accept my condition was a bit much,
But meeting the fastest flyer in Equestria? Like the meme in a new metaphorical way, my mind exploded… Twice. But it sucks to suck I guess. Anyways, Rainbow Dash was the first to recover, her coughs dying away as she turned her head to me,
“Celestia… Need to work on the last one… But- Hey… I remember you!” She said with a hoof slightly pointed in my direction. Oh god she does? The Dash? Her rose colored eyes flashed with amusement,
“Yeah, I think we bumped into each other the other day!” My heart wilted slowly as she smirked at her choiced words. So that was who I bumped into… Peachy. Oh and she knows puns. Even better. My ears, which were still a new thing to me, swiveled so that they were downwards.
Her smirk died as she chuckled nervously, eyes darting in different directions, “Yeah look… Sorry about that… I was trying to do a new trick and well,”
Dash smiled awkwardly while staring off into space as if she were reminiscing on the past, “Let's just say, watching where I was going wasn't exactly on my list.”
With a shrug… Wait actually, ponies can't shrug, it's like trying to move your entire chest. Scratch that, With a smile, I snickered,
“It's fine. It could’ve been worse right?” I said half-heartedly. I saw Rainbow Dash flick her eyes to my side and watched her grimace, nodding slowly,
“Well yeah. Again… Sorry. I'm glad to see you're out early though! Fast recovery.” Dash finished with a smile.
I nodded, “Thanks. I uh… Well I didn't really plan on recovering that fast though. So my surprise is a bit bigger than yours.”
Dash blinked and stepped back, throwing a hoof to the sky, “Even better then!”
I don't mean to gloat, but that was pretty fast. And from just looking at what the doctors couldn't fix? I would've hated to see what I looked like when I crashed. Needle said something about lacerations, which I was vaguely familiar with of being large cuts. Not to mention he said something about bruises.
But I gained those three days ago however, it took me two days to recover, in which I fainted during one of them.
Rainbow Dash's voice cut through my thoughts and brought me back to the conversation,
“Well, you were pretty bad off when we found you. Don't get me started on your face either…” she said with a shiver, “You looked like you had a run in with a bear, and then ran through a bramble thicket.”
For some reason, I found myself laughing, “Oh thanks then… Jeez. I know I'm ugly but dang.” Dash rolled her eyes and forced a laugh,
“Oh ha, ha. You scared a bunch of ponies dude, not to mention a couple of my friends. Don't you know how to correct yourself?”
Her face had gone from humorous to serious in ten seconds flat. But I gazed at her with a still coolness,
“Actually no, I don't. And quite frankly, I hadn't planned on you barreling into me like a lunatic either.”
“Yeah well, plan on it next time.” She said with a grin.
Cocking my head, I raised a brow and matched coyly, “Oh so there's a next time?”
“Once you stop looking like a wounded cow, yes.”
I pretended to look hurt, “Ow… My heart… I know it's freezing out here, but that… Was kinda cold…”
Heh, puns. While she was shaking her head, I smiled and stuck a hoof out awkwardly, “Granite.”
Dash smirked and brofist… Hoofbumped, “Rainbow Dash. Fastest flyer in Equestria, at your service.”
She finished with a flare of her wings and a badass pose. Blinking, I looked at myself and struck a pose while trying to slowly open my wings, I failed miserably I'll have you know. My right wing opened, but my left wing faltered and kept shaking, feathers falling off of it in small clumps.
Now I'm starting to get worried about that. I've been losing feathers left and right since I left the intensive care. Am I supposed to be doing something? Bah… anyways… Dash laughed at the display.
With a sigh, I looked around while she was laughing, “So, what're you doing out here? I imagine you’d be doing something cool.” I said hoping that she would answer.
She did,
“I mean I was? Kinda hard not to be cool. But eh, gotta drop off some collected water for one of my friends. Her animals need it more than I do anyways. Wanna come with?”
She looked at me with a turned head, a smile evident. Oh shit. Well I least I didn't have to ask, just don't fuck this up. This is a once in the lifetime opportunity.
“Sure! If you don't mind. I just ain't flying for a while. So I'll… Take it on… Hoof.” God the analogies I have to use. What next, instead of ass, I have to say plot?
… Actually don't answer that.
Dash snickered and flapped her wings, almost immediately gaining ten feet in the air, “That's cool. Ponyville isn't that far from here. C’mon!”
O.o.O.o.O
“Spike! Lunch is ready!” Twilight shouted from the kitchen, using her magic to wave away said food source. It was supposed to be a nice fudge meal and a side of Spikes favorite treasure, Sapphires.
But unfortunately, Twilight may have, may haven't have forgotten to add a thing or two. So what was blackened, charred and sitting on the stove was what those two were going to have for dinner.
Twilight's ears swiveled to the sound of scraping claws clambering down the steps in a hurry, Spikes voice carried on, “Coming! Hey is that Sapphi-OUGHF!!”
Twilight blinked in stalwart humor as the sound of multiple thuds and bumps followed by Spike sliding into the kitchen on his face came to pass. Watching him get up, Twilight giggled and held out his snack,
“Yep. Now eat up. Rarity needs you to help her watch Sweetie Bell this afternoon.” The green and purple drake took the blue snacks and gobbled them up faster after Twilight had mentioned Rarity.
“Oh you're right!! Thanks Twi!”
After saying that to Spike, Twilight turned to… Her food. Sighing in despair, her horn engulfed the charred fudge in a lavender glow, levitating it upwards and setting it down on the table next to her.
Spike was at the end, his green eyes glossed over as he read the recent news article, produced by a mysterious Unicorn, Photo Shop. It was a recent addition to communications in Ponyville, and frankly, nopony cared of how unorthodox it was. Free news! And front line on page one was the recent events of a certain traveller.
Twilight sat down in her spot, cushioned by her favorite pillow and poked her food several times, a curl on her lip as if she expected it to move. While doing this,Spike laughed suddenly, before turning to the next page, sipping on his fresh orange juice, courteously of the fridge. Twilight glanced towards Spikes sudden outburst and then the fudge. She sniffed and after a moment, realized she wasn't hungry, so she pushed the food away from her and turned to Spike,
“So what's the news?”
Spike looked up and smiled, his pearly sharp whites showing,
“Well, your actions with Luna on Nightmare Night was pretty funny.” He gestured to the newspaper with a claw as Twilight grasped it with her magic, “And they got a photo of Pinkie. Its pretty hilarious Twi. You gotta admit,”
Twilight mouthed out silently the words of the pages information, flipping it onto its back and snickering, nodding after she had seen what Spike was referring to.
It was of Pinkie Pie in her chicken costume, her face was up close and printed grey. She had her cheeks puffed out and was hovering in air. Twilight did agree. Pinkie was Pinkie. Laughter and all.
Twilights eyes flickered to the fridge, her horn engulfing the handle in a familiar glow, opening it gracefully. While Spike was busy gulping down his Sapphiric snack, Twilight brought out some hay fries she bought the other day. With an impassive shrug, said mare found out that frozen hay fries were actually good cold.
Putting that behind her as she finished quickly, Twilight shooed the young Drake off, watching him grumble in contrite as he went through the front door, and began to attend to her kitchen cleaning, making quite sure to put the charred fudge on the counter.
After getting into the systematic course of wash, wipe, repeat, Twilight finished the dishes done in no time, her magic making the usually hard task immediate and no hassle.
Magic… Twilight thought back to the events before dinner. Before this day even. Her thoughts led to the… Stallion she had seen crash into their picnic.
She and her friends were having their daily pet gathering, each of them just getting away from their animals.
All had been prepared, and frankly, everypony had brought several items for the picnic. Even Rainbow Dash. Hers was a new aerial trick that she had for so long wanted to show them. Tank was even involved.
When she had disappeared behind Applejacks barn, Twilight began to worry of her friends safety. But hey, it was Rainbow Dash. She could take care of herself.
But nopony was ready for a random stallion to come barreling into their little getaway. Twilight could remember it clearly, the looks that were passed around when they had found out that he was still alive. They were all terrified for his safety and acted as one to hurriedly get him to the intensive care as fast as possible. Dash was the first to volunteer and the rest wanted to follow, even Twilight. However, the trail he left, was daunting.
Twilight sniffed as she turned away from the dishes, putting her usual tea kettle on her stove and leaving towards her studies. Applejack was left with a new rain hole in her barn, Pinkie had to worry about her baked goods becoming more so from the amount of sunlight pouring from a hole in her ceiling… And Rarity. She had to complain about her favorite spa being ripped open.
Not to mention eventually give her mind's worth to the one responsible. Who currently, was hospitalized last time Twilight had checked.
Thankfully, all had heard he was on a speedy recovery. But something conceded Twilight, his appearance could have purely coincidental, and in all respects, on accident.
But Pegasi are naturally good fliers. Even the greatest steer of wind couldn't cause them to crash. Something was proven to be odd about him, and again, could be an accident… Just mere seconds before the stallion crashed, Twilight and Rarity had felt a sedation of magic course through them.
Normally, it signifies the awakening of large amounts of magic, or like when Twilight had herself, accidentally awakened hers. It's something that all unicorns could feel. And in thankfulness, Twilight was in awe of how Celestia had chosen her because of it.
Moving past that however, as Twilight gathered a few books from her library, it was strange. A full grown pegasus crashing… and in the middle of their picnic! Absurd..
So with a sigh, and a flick of her magic, Twilight flopped onto the couch she had stowed away in the living room and opened her book.
Only to be reprimanded by the sudden raps upon her door.
O.o.O.o.O
“That was you?!? Wow!” I said in a mocked nature. Dash had just regaled in her story of old, fully describing her adventures and… Making it out so that it seemed like she carried the team.
I knew better, but still, she was soaking the attention up like a sponge.
So the walk around Ponyville was amazing. Just like it had been shown on the Tele. I met a few familiar ponies, but being the kinda person I am, I just stared. It was funny, their reactions. And of course Dash was there too, so she had more than just one thing to tell me about the small town.
“Yep! Rarity was lucky I was there.” Dash said with a nose in the air. I simply gave her a smug grin, my eyebrow raising behind the glasses,
“Oh? Weren't the Wonderbolts there too?”
Dash faltered slightly, but kept up her charade, “Uh... Well of course! But they were busy.”
“Oh, well how fast do you think you were going?”
Dash thought about it for a moment before shrugging, (basically rolling her shoulders),
“It was Rarity. It didn't really matter how fast I was going. All I had to do was catch up to her… Which I did!”
Man… To be speaking with the real Element of Loyalty. Her smile was absolutely adorable as she tried to show off. And admittedly, it was working.
Man, where are we again? A tree? Wait… Did I say…
“Oh, Rainbow Dash!”
Wait is that…
“Heya Twilight.”
Oh my fucking… color me sideways and call me a crayon… Twilight Sparkle as I live and breathe! When did we even get here? Ohhhhhh, that's right, Dash wanted me to meet her friend… Didn't think I'd already be meeting the Princess of Magi- wait… no wings?
I eyed her in detail, she was a light purple, almost lavender. Amazingly, she didn't have her wings yet… Which was kind of disappointing. But at the same time, confusing.
Her eyes locked with mine, and I almost immediately felt lost in them. They were huge, ever expanding almost. Her hair was shown as it always was, and her cutie mark was for all to see. I felt as though her smile was warm, but it was forced. I wouldn't blame her, it was almost the end of a day and here I was at her front treestep.
Anyway.
“Look who it is Twi! Almost crashed into him again. This guy got off the care in two days flat. New record.” I looked at Dash and tried my hardest not to let her words get to my head. Even if she did insult me… Again… But nonetheless, Twilight soaked them up,
“Indeed? Well then, a proper introduction is in order,” Twilight stuck a hoof out and smiled, “My name is Twilight Sparkle, student of Ce-”
Dash groaned loudly, interrupting the form and decorum of young Twilight. Her ears flattened against her head and she giggled nervously,
“Yes… Well…” she looked towards me with embarrassed eyes. So I simply bowed slightly, dipping my head in a somewhat courteous greeting, “Nice to meet you Ms. Sparkle. The name is Granite.” I shook her hoof warmly.
Dash raised her eyebrows and gasped, throwing her hooves out, “Oh come on! She gets a nice gentlecolt greeting?!”
I snickered, “When it needs to be called for, it shall be done as so. And besides, Ms. Dash kinda sounds weird.”
“Ms. Sparkle sounds weird! Makes it sound like she's married or something.”
Twilight blushed even more, causing both me and Dash to laugh, me being the one to cast a humorous brow,
“Is that something you like Dashie?”
Rainbow Dash meant to make a smart remark, but she closed her snout and grumbled something whilst looking away. I turned back to see Twilight with a small blush, her smile just a tad bigger,
“Please, just call me Twilight. Its great to see you up and trotting again Granite.” She turned to Dash, giggling as she stated, “Would you like to come in? I doubt you two came over to have a meet and greet.”
Well… I kind of did, meet and greets are fun,
“I have some things to eat. Plus I just made some tea.”
Tea? Well… Dash and I kinda got everything done, she basically just moved her house over somewhere near a forest and came back to help me around town. During which, I found out I was thirsty, the saddlebag I had with me was heavy, and I needed to see if the library had any books on… Teleportation. Something close to that anyway.
It was getting harder and harder to try and figure out how I got here, so the best solution I could think of at the moment was reading a book. It worked for Harry Potter and Percy Jackson.
So eh.
Dash smiled and nodded, glancing at me with a smirk, “Sure thing! You gonna join us Granite?”
I nodded, “Oh most definitely.”
And with that, Twilight stepped aside, allowing us full entry to her humble abode. Me? I was excited, fucking enthralled to be stepping inside of something I had only seen through a screen. Entering, my mind might have just exploded again trying to take in the details and glory of it all.
It was spacious as hell, being almost as wide as half a gym, and as tall as a small building. I could look up and just see every branch and courteous leaf, including the nest for Owlicious! Hah!
The library portion was brief and enclosed, bookshelves everywhere, and they stretched from the kitchen walkway, to the edge of the door. Parked on the edge of the stairway was a ladder for someone to step on, a few books littered the steps on it.
I wouldn't have guessed it, but I was interrupted of my eyegasm by Twilight and Dash's giggles, Twilight being the one to inquire,
“Granite, you look like you've never seen a library before.” Turning towards her, I laughed and gestured to the expanse of knowledge before me, “I've been to a many library for studies, but I have never seen one such as this… how do you care for the books?”
I knew the answer. As soon as it left my lips, I knew. But I wanted Twilight to say it. Just to make my condition more gasm like,
“I have my little assistant Spike to help me with that!”
I inquired, “Spike? Strange name for a…”
Twilight shook her hoof and raised a curious brow, “Oh no, he isn't a pony. He's a dragon.”
I pretended to look surprised, “Dragon? How does one fit a dragon in a tree?”
Dash snickered from beside Twilight, “Granite, he's like, smaller than you and me.”
“You and I, Dash.”
Twilight giggled at Dash's little grammar mishap, shaking her head as I followed them to the, ‘living portion’, of the tree.
Oh sweet Jesus… I think I'm gonna be staying here juuuust a bit longer. But enough of my fangirl profiling of the library. There was more to explore! ADVENTURE!
Twilight had given us her open seats and disappeared to her kitchen, probably to gather the food and tea. All the while, I just kept laughing to myself in a little squirm as I looked around at all that was here. I mean, this is where it all began! So many adventures starting from right here with Twilight's appearance!!
As I was madly looking around, trying to see everything as if it were my last time doing so, Dash had gotten my attention with a smile,
“Dude, we're inside. You can take off the glasses.” Stopping, my attention turned towards her, I raised a brow at her statement and chuckled,
“Huh? Oh! Crap… Sorry.”
I unhooked the glasses and blinked a multitude of times, clearing the haze of colors as I smiled, “Better?”
My smile immediately dropped as Dash stared. She had a look of confusion, which later turned to regret. When I realized what her attention was drawn to, I shuffled and mumbled a few times, shifting my face to the good side.
Dammit… It was my eye again...
If it was one thing that darkens my mood, it's either pity, or sorrow. The worst one, is fear. I have had some people who I tried to talk to simply deck off as if I were Frankenstein. Again, I’m ugly, but damn.
I don't know if I ever went into detail about my eye. For one, it was pretty bad when it happened. Doctors did everything they could for it, treating it and such, which sucked ass the entire time they were pulling the object out. But in the end, I lost my eye color, and the entire eye turned grey due to the accident. Plus, there was a small indent inside of it, making the world around me split into sections.
I was fine within a few days after surgery. But my corona and iris weren't. Both were utterly incapable of producing anything that resembled what used to be. So after I left the abode of the hospital, my entire eye had been discolored grey. It wasn't yellow anymore… So yeah.
But after all that, and through the whole experience, the next day I went to school. Actually it was like two weeks later, Randy walked up to me with a smile, patted my shoulder, and gave me that horrid nickname. Granite. Because pencils aren't fucking made of lead.
Right now, I couldn't tell what Dash was feeling. Her face was like stone. Do i just play it cool? I know it's hard to look at…
Man… I need a soda… Wait. BAD GERALD. FOCUS.
After a moment of silence, I grinned, “Looks like the bramble thicket won.”
My phrase caused a chuckle to escape from Dash's lips, “Huh… You don't say.”
“I mean, it's either that, or we comment on how the weather is.”
Dash shook her head and sighed, “You are simply incorrigible.”
I gave her an all knowing smile, “You'll soon learn my motto, and live by it if it touches home Dash.”
I said mystically, “If not me, then who else?”
Dash said with a grumble, “But I caused you to get hurt.”
“But think about it… I'd rather it be me, then someone else…”
She said nothing after that.
We were like that for a time's end. We would hear Twilight do something in the kitchen and hear the tree creak and groan. We both sat there, occasionally throwing glances each other's way, but it would cause the other to turn and look as if they hadn't been in the first place.
But Dash broke the silence with a quiet,
“Sorry…”
I gazed at her with a frown, “What for?”
Judging by the way she averted her gaze, and the flush that was staining her cheeks, I don't think that she was used to saying sorry. I don't blame her either. For both instances. So I broke the ice with a short smirk, cue the ever flirting Gerald...
“Hey, I’ll say it again that me running into you, was better than you or I running into anybo-pony else.” I watched as her eyebrow slowly raise, so I continued,
“Could've run into another pony by standards, but running into the Fastest flier in Equestria?” There's the smile, “That only happens once.”
The little talk Rainbow Dash and I were having could've gone on for the remainder of the afternoon, but Twilight had walked in and was carrying a hefty amount of food and a nice pitcher of tea. Whether or not she cared, carefully, I hooked the glasses back on and gazed at what Twilight was doing.
Her magic, if that's what it was, was manifesting itself before my very eyes. The existence of such a craft happening right now, proven to me as if it were child's play. I was attracted to the glow, per say. It was like looking at a firefly light up in the darkness, the way the glow winked in and out of existence. But only thing was for certain, this wasn't some card trick that would disappear and have to be rehearsed later on.
This was the Magicks.
Twilight set the food on the table and smiled, “Here you go you two. Spike and I just ate, so feel free to dig in.” I noticed that when she stopped using the Magicks, her horn produced no film of light.
So that was what the glow was for… Oh hush you. I pay attention to some details, but I never focused on Unicorns in MLP. This was a new thing for me, and I was quite determined to figure this all out. But that food… Dear god I was hungry...
Oh don't mind if I do. This actually looks pretty good! Didn't know that fudge was black… I took a small chunk of the fudge and bit into it, the flavor simply divine. I didn't know that Twilight could cook… Hot damn!
As said mare sat down, Twilights eyes widened in realization as I brought out the supposed crunchy fudge.While I plunged into the food before me, I couldn't have heard Twilight facehoof and Dash laugh at my expense while I complimented the cook. Twilight grew another blush, the fact that I was eating burnt food never reaching my mind.
But what I learned afterwards, was that Dash had simply taken some tea, claiming she wasn't hungry. So while crunching on the burnt delectables, I didn't give any fucks towards her eating. That fudge was mine.
“Twilight, that was amazing.” I said breathless, politely chugging down a glass of… Oh lordy… Blueberry tea. I didn't even think that this sort of flavor existed!!
Twilight tried her hardest to contain her laughter, and succeeded, only coming short with a snicker, “Oh it's nothing, Glad you liked it.”
I nodded and set the glass down, sighing in a way of relief. I heard Twilight clear her throat,
“Where are you from Granite? I haven't seen you in Ponyville before.” Oh right… Shit… Uh,
“I’m from up north.” Again, as I turned towards them, Twilight and Dash both nodded,
“From Everfree.” My eyebrows shot up, there's that phrase again… I don't get it.
“No, not from Everfree, man… What is it with the assumptions. Farther up north you two.”
“What brings you to Ponyville?” said Dash, who had drank all of her tea in swift gulps. I responded with a casual,
“Just seeing the sights. Heard that there was some commotion happening around here…” Come on… Keep the lie going, “And I thought I'd move just a bit closer to the action.” I finished with a confident smile.
Twilight giggled and seemed to reminisce on past events, “Oh then you've come to the right place. Sad to say that your first four were served in the hospital though. Well since you're up here to see the sights, so to speak, I imagine you have someplace to stay correct?”
I blinked, crap… I didn't did I… Well the gravel wasn't that hard. And I could always try to fly onto a cloud. Try, being the keyword. Twilight grew a concerned frown from my silence, “You don't?”
I looked up and smiled, my eyes darting around awkwardly,
“Well no… I don't. And I don't have much bits either. The only bits I have are 50. And that ain't a good amount to try and stay with somebo-pony.”
I cocked my head,
“You… Wouldn't happen to know someplace to stay would you? I mean, if you don't, I could always ask the mayor or something.”
Dash snickered and poked Twilight, “Well actually, she might have a place for him to stay. Depends on how long he is staying and when her roommate is coming back.”
Twilight glanced at Dash and said askewdly, leaving me completely out of the loop, “Well… I do have the guest room. But Spike really wants it. I've been spending time with him and Rarity trying to get the color scheme down alone. So… That could be a maybe.”
Twilight turned to me with a raised brow, “How long are you planning on staying?”
I sighed, “Until I'm able to go back home. I've been… How do you say… Expelled for the time being.” Taking the truth and twisting it to my will, HA! Fuck you irony.
While Twilight's expression grew more dark, Dash smirked and leaned forward, “On the run from the Guards?”
Oh, you just walked into this one. With a dead face I said slowly,
“Yes actually. I'm wanted for the murder of two mares.”
There was a pause. The look on their faces, combined with how silent it got, made my dark joke, that much funnier. Afterwards however, and after calming them both down, I decided I had overstayed my welcome. Twilight was probably busy, and had stuff to do. Dash knew where a good place to stay was, and that was my key towards the exit of this world. I just hoped that I could either wake up or realize this was all too good to be true.
So I stood and said, “Thanks Twilight. It was a pleasure meeting you. I apologize if I was rude, and I thank you again for your hospitality. I hope to see you soon.” After I finished, I could've sworn I heard Twilight mutter,
“Sooner than you think.”
But that was probably just the wind. Although it was a brief meeting with the… technical Princess of Friendship, I enjoyed it. But I hadn't even noticed that the sun was about halfway going down, still sunny, but not enough time to see the rest of the mane six.
Dash led me outside, closing the door behind her and turning to face me,
“Wow. Normally most ponies would cause Twi to go full nerd on them. She was kinda quiet around you.” Oh… Well, was that bad?
“I mean, I did cause quite the first impression Dash. I wouldn't be surprised if she hated me for causing such a ruckus. Technically too, I'm supposed to be dead. But I'm not.” I said with a frown. That's what confused me though, why I was still alive?
I didn't just crash into a few shops and innkeeps, I crashed into… Applejacks barn, Applejack herself, The Spa, Sugarcube Corner, and… bounced off the top of Town Hall into the park.
Don't even get me started on luck.
It reached Rainbow Dash though, and seemed to cause her to nod in agreement, “Yeah… Well, I think you're cool. Besides. Not to many ponies would want to get up after a tumble like that. But you did. Partially, my fault too.”
Dash sighed, “And don't worry about the stuff you bumped into. It happens all the time.” She finished with a smile.
Wow. Quick to make friends, and cause a complete stranger to have his heart and mind explode, “Heh… Thanks Dash…”
She slugged me on my good shoulder, “No problem. All we have to do now is see if my friend’ll let you bunk with her for a while. Just until you can be back on your hooves and wings again.”
I rolled my eyes, “There you go with the “she”, thing. Who are you talking about?” Dash simply rolled her shoulders, her smirk growing larger,
“Don't want to spoil the surprise. Relax. She's a personal friend. She owes me a few favors too.”
“Uh-huh. Right. You're killing me with suspense.”
Dash laughed, trotting in a direction of near Town Hall, “Well c’mon then. Don't let your hooves get cold. Oh… And how do you feel about Wubs?”
O.o.O.o.O
Yknow, thinking back, if you had asked me that who my favorite pony was, without skipping a heartbeat, I'd say it was Chrysalis. Why? Don't ask. But continuing with that, I could see Rainbow Dash slowly making her way upwards onto second or third best pony. The two ponies who held those spots, were Octavia Melody and the Prestigious Vinyl Scratch.
See, While Dash and I were going to our destination, we stopped by a place that had a signature mark. Three wrapped candies. Should be familiar in a sense, as per the mare Bon Bon works there. I didn't see her though, which was disappointing.
Wanted to ask if she and Lyra Heartstrings were a thing…
Anyways, Dash picked up some products and claimed that she would try to, “sweeten,” the deal with her friend. Just asking her wouldn't cut it. So here we were now, in front of her friends door.
It was a rather small, quiet looking house, about as tall as your local 7-11. The only major color difference that set this house apart from all the others, was that one side, was a dark blue. The other side was a variance of grey to pink. There were a few windows here and there, but they were shut, disabling my eyes from viewing any further.
Dash had handed me the bag full of something, and hit the doorbell with her nose. Now, normal doorbells sound like bells. Hence the goddamn name, doorbell. But here, as the sound echoed away, I heard it turn from a soft melodic cello, to a hard bass drop.
Hint hint?
Take a guess towards who opened the door?
The purple door came swinging open to show a mess of hair and the like. She was colored a pale white and had a sort of blue and cyan mix in her mane, plus tail. Her eyes… Were blocked from our view because of her shades. Purple tinted, black rimmed. And to top it off, her cutie mark?
A black note.
I simply took her form in and multiple times, had to blink. While Dash greeted this mare like she knew her, my mouth had dropped, hence dropping the bag too.
Vinyl Scratch. Holy shite! I've seen tons of fanart of this particular pony, all of which had made me think highly of her. Not to mention the possible fanon of her being a vampire. Which, is something I want to figure out.
But besides that, I sort of am her fan in a way, not her biggest, a respectable one at that. I dawdled here and there in the music industry. The few times being because I was adept in the usage of Violin.
I would be asked to play something in a form of orchestra and give it to Randy and his friends. They'd take it and actually make it sound rather amazing. Maybe it was because I like both classical and dubstep? Eh.
Turning back to Vinyl though, There were a few moments in MLP to where Vinyl would pop up, one of them being the shocking fact of her blood colored eyes. I would either laugh or simply nod in approval every time she or Octavia appeared… Wait… Where was Octavia?
“Nah, it's cool Dashie. Tavi won't mind. And besides, I need the extra hoof.” Vinyls voice cut through the air like a knife, silencing my thoughts immediately. Her head turned towards me, and she smirked. Strangely enough, she had a deep and piercing sound. Guess it comes from being a DJ.
Dash all but laughed, gesturing to the dropped food, “Oh, well here I thought I was going to have to bribe you.”
Vinyl raised a brow and glanced at the package, immediately straightening as she did so, “Are… Are those Bon Bon Creme Pies?”
Dash gave Vinyl a smirk, nodding, “Mhm, all yours. Hate those things.” Vinyl looked to me, then towards the Pies, snatching them with a humorous, yoink, noise.
She peeked inside the package and almost immediately started drooling, but contained herself and shook her head. After, she glanced at Dash and I, gesturing for us to come in.
We did, careful to mind ourselves upon entering. And I must say, that the house itself was very… Dual Sided. Like, someone had drawn a figurative line in the middle, and had sectioned both sides for the other occupants. It was like the outside though.
One side, was refined and colored a greyish pink. That side, had various posters of artists unknown to my mind. It also had the obvious poster of Octavia. So that question was answered rather quickly.
The other side was more easy to guess towards who owned it. Colored Blue and cyan, several old vinyls and DJ pads littered the mess of a room. But in the middle, there was a monotone white color, for the couch and other chairs. Get this though,
That was only the living room.
Vinyl disappeared into the kitchen and came back just as quickly, dropping her food off most likely. She came into the room and smiled,
“So, you need a place to stay?” Not knowing I was being referred too, I didn't answer. I was currently in the zone looking towards the ever apparent DJ pads. It wasn't like the ones back home… Well alright, maybe a little. But the buttons were bigger.
“Yo, Granite.”
My head snapped up, twisting to the side a little too fast. I could complain about the pain later though, Dash and Vinyl were gazing at me with a humorous stare,
“Huh? Oh! Shit… Yeah. I do.” I spat out, “Sorry. I'm a little uncoordinated right now, both financially and… Socially. So yes,” I finished with an awkward rub of my neck.
But to my surprise, Vinyl looked at Dash and chuckled, “Looks like we got a keeper.” She turned towards me, “How much do you got on you?”
I answered without hesitation, “Bout fifty.”
“Hmm… how do you feel about work?”
“Sucks, but needs to be done.”
Vinyl snickered, “Alright. How about the type of work in which you lift stuff?”
I said with a frown, “Sucks. But has to be done.”
“Do you like working late?”
“No. Depends on what kind of work it is though.”
Vinyl laughed and walked over, throwing her hoof out, “Well alright then. Names Scratch. Vinyl Scratch.”
I met it with an equal smirk, “Granite. The uh… Only one.”
In the back, Dash snorted and tossed her mane around, “You two’ll be perfect for each other.”
Comments aside… I'd have to say so too. Vinyl agreed with what I assumed was a shrug, turning towards the kitchen,
“Eh, don't let Tavi catch you saying that. She’d have both our tails as her bow strings.” They both shivered, Dash being the one to nod,
“Right… Well G, I have to help Fluttershy. You're in capable hooves… Sort of..”
Vinyl called from the kitchen, her voice muffled but what was no doubt the pies, “HEARD THAT DASH,” Who in question smiled, “Yeah, well. See ya.”
She stopped midway to the exit, “Oh! And before I forget!” Dash turned and said with a grin,
“When you get better, look up. Pretty sure you'll be able to find me.”
I nodded my agreement and watched her go. When she had shut the door, I sighed and just stood there, not moving. This felt rushed. Really rushed. Already, once out of the doctors office, I had seen Dash, met Twilight, and found a place to stay… How exactly was that possible? Probably because the creatures here were way to giving with their stuff… You wouldn't see anyone back home doing this for a complete stranger.
Home… Heh… That feels like a distant word now. If this was a dream, then as soon as I slumped onto whatever bed I was given, I'd wake up in my dorm. Randy would probably piss and moan about how I was being a lazy bastard… I wonder how he was doing though.
Now I missed my soda… But continuing, Truthfully, I kinda liked this dream so far. It's absolutely an ass sucking because I can't fly, yet, and it is a discomfort at what has happened to my body. But given time, I could get used to this…Wait.. What am I even saying? I'm not meant to be here!
I shook my head and wandered around the clusterfuck Vinyl called her room and made my way into the kitchen, finding said mare unconsciously slamming her face into her donuts. Or whatever they were.
I needed to find a way out of this. Come tomorrow, would determine what course of action I needed to take. But today? Tonight rather, I'd enjoy my stay. Yolo right?
Vinyl burped and gigged a smidge, turning towards me with a grin, “My bad… So!” She had trouble leaning forward, but eventually succeeded, “Granite? Weird name…”
Before she could continue, I scoffed and said with a humorous grin, “Really? You too? How about your name? Who calls themself Vinyl Scratch?”
Vinyl smirked, “Touche.” But continued, “You have a couple of choices of a place to bunk,” she counted on her hoof, “My room… Well… Octavia's room, wait, scratch that.”
She looked like she was having trouble, her face scrunched up in confusion. So I chuckled, “I could crash on the couch?”
Vinyl blinked, “Oh… Well there's that too. Hey you thirsty?”
God she switched topics quicker than I could count to three. Which was slow as hell I might add.
“Sure. You got soda?” I asked whilst taking a seat at the table.
“Yeah… Uh… We have Creme, Cherry annnndddd… Razzberry.” She finished by looking from the inside of the fridge towards me for assurance.
I scrunched up my nose and said, “Eh, I'll take a Creme.”
Vinyl brought out two Creme sodas and popped the caps off on the counter, handing one to me with her magic. She raised the other and took her seat again, “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
As I swished the carbonated substance I longed for, my mind wandered to the other occupant, Octavia. Hopefully, she wouldn't deck my ass and do something drastic that'd make me regretful. She seems like the type to do that, but I wouldn't know, as per I haven't met her yet. But nonetheless, I chuckled aloud, causing Vinyl to look my way,
“Something funny?”
I nodded, “Yeah. Seems like this Octavia might not take kindly to me bunking here.”
Vinyl waved a hoof, shaking her mane into order, “She doesn't care man. All you gotta worry about is which side you choose.”
“Side?”
Vinyl chugged her soda, “Yeeep. My side, or hers.” Her face was humorous, but judging by the way she glanced at me from behind her glasses, she was serious.
I groaned and said with a slump, “Don't tell me it's about music…”
Vinyl cackled, “Eeyup!”
“Anything else I need to worry about?” Like if you are a vampire? That'd be something man, I tell you.
Vinyl thought for a moment, before raising a brow, “Actually, Yeah. Tavi can be pretty nosy about personal space. She's been antsy about something for a while now, and it's… Getting pretty weird.”
I chuckled to myself, “Probably wants to know what's under the shades Vinyl.” Or if you're a vampire, CRISS CROSS!
She snorted, “Eh. Nothing to special. I could say the same to you.”
I smirked, “You take of yours first.”
“Mmm… You first.”
“No, no. I insist.”
“Oh such the gentlecolt, too bad the door is already opened.”
I leaned back, “It is? Funny, I didn't open it.”
Vinyl blinked and eventually groaned, “You ruined the moment.”
“Yep. So… On the count of three?”
Vinyl snickered, “Nah. I prefer to keep these on for reason.”
I chugged the last of my soda and took it with me as I smirked, “Hey, Red isn't a bad color. At least it's better than yellow…” As I left the kitchen, I couldn't help but pat myself on the back as Vinyl grew deathly silent.
O.o.O.o.O
Alright, gotta get comfy… Anddddd there! Couch is now comfortable!
Outside, it had grown dark, even so, that I couldn't see past the house lawn. But it was fairly lit in the room. I was sitting upright, my neck braced by a pillow given to me by the landlady. Landpony… What the hell ever.
Vinyl had taken leave to the outside world after our conversation, most likely to gather some very vampiric shtuff, or to be the other alias she is known as, DJ-PON3. Either way, she had just upped and left me with some pillows and a blanket that smelled like vanilla.
It was funny though, before she left, she had regarded me with cautious intent. Probably because she was like me, and hated people judging their physical features. Or she was a vam- alright, I'll stop.
Hell, she and I were technically in the same boat. Sort of anyways… We both hated people and ponies to see our deformities that sectioned us off from the world outside our doorsteps.
The couch was perfect, but my mind forced me to stay awake. Eventually, I'd fall asleep, but what would I wake up too? My dorm, or this? Either sounded sane. But the former? I don't know…
I would be disappointed if I woke up to see… Shit… Who would I see? No… I'd just… Bah… Fucking mind is in sleep mode right now. I need it more than anything.
I turned to the side and slowly lied down, talking the pillows with me. Maybe this is what I'll wake up to. Equestria, Ponyville. I'd get to see Rainbow Dash, talk with Twilight, Wub out with Vinyl Scratch, Pie with Pinkie and even more…
Maybe… This wasn't so bad.
I smiled as I fell asleep.
O.o.O.o.O
Find out next time...
Chaotic Magic… What? Then that means…
“Out of all the inconsiderate, inconceivable, down right dirty…”
“SURPRISE!!”
“Oh… I probably shouldn't.”
“Mister… Ya ain't got no cutie mark!”
“Vinyl, Just who is this?”
“Yeah… Uh. That's our new bunk mate.”
“Look… Maybe… Maybe I'm not who you think I am. Maybe I'm something dangerous. What would you think of me then?”
“You… You should go. Just leave.”
“GODDAMMIT!! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER!?”
“Sugarcube, I can tell when somepony is lyin’. Either Pony up and tell the truth, or don't even come near mah family again.”
“I never wanted this!!”
“GERALD NO!!”
“IT’S WHAT YOU ARE MEANT TO DO!!!”
When Two Worlds Collide
Thanks to DragonLord RyuKizoku for editing, and of course the constant memes to keep this going.
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Author's Note
So yeah, hope you enjoyed this as much as I had writing it.
Tune in for the next instalment!
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