I was walking home from my mom's bar when it happened...at the moment I was goofing around, acting dumb you know like every 18-year-old and I bumped into a really big guy who was about 6'3" he grabbed me and yelled "Hey punk! Watch where you're going or else!" Now I'm not a much of a fighter but knew how to and I also had a gun in my pocket that's for show (it's painted black but it's still a plastic water gun) so in a moment of pure unadulterated stupidity, I said...

" 'else what you limp dick bitch, you'll call your boyfriend to knock me out?" I guess this is a good time to introduce myself: my name is Jacob D. Falcon. I'm about 5'10" have curly as fuck silver-ish blond hair. pale skin (I don't go outside often) brown eyes and in my own words, and most agree, 'a dick' but back to the big guy... naming him Fred it's a little bit less to say. His face is red and puffy and My stupidity continues.

"Like you can talk you fat prick."...man, he is asking for this...

"Thank you, it's too bad I can't say the same about you. Though your boyfriend must be glad yours is tiny, makes it easier on him." now if I wasn't busy being a prick, this next part might have not happened. Fred pulled out his (real) gun put it on my forehead and pulled the trigger... at least I got the last laugh, right? Well... not quite what happens next was something I wasn't expecting, When the bullet penetrated my skull instead of my brain matter splattering on to the asphalt, The bullet turned in to a mini black hole or something similar and pulled me in, The last words I heard were.

"See you in hell."... you're a prick, Fred.

Pain and fear. These were one of many things I felt when I opened my eyes. it was dark, was it because it was nighttime? Nope, I look up. Trees, I look around lots of trees. The hooting of the owls, rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs. And the howls of wolfs. it's understandable to be feeling fear. Right now my head was killing me, but then I remembered Fred. I got up and yelled.

"You're a goddamned prick Fred, a small one too!" Then I realized something important, "I'm...dead..." I muttered. "But I don't feel dead in fact I feel better than ever." Then more fear showed up as I got surrounded by Timber-wolves, A few manticores, And some chimera. As all of them prepared to pounce on me, A woman jumped in and scared them away by waving a burning stick at them. As I got a good look at her (and boy howdy, did I), she looked human but more equine in nature, like a tail, fur, and a small muzzle. But as she stood on her two hooves? she has the figure of a slender human, has 5 fingers and D cup breast...I have absolutely no idea how I know that...moving on! She also has an accent I couldn't quite place as she asked me.

"Are you okay? This is not a good place to stay."

"I'm okay... And I'm not staying here for long. Anyway, I think we started on the wrong fo- er hoof. my name is Jacob D. Falcon your's?" "It's Zecora and let's talk at my home it's far too dangerous to talk in the forest at night." she suggested as she started to walk away. "yeah let's go..." I got up and followed her.

After a little bit, she spoke again. "We walked for a bit, but we haven't talked we should fix that as I've said my name is Zecora." I nod "I'm Jacob D. Falcon, but most call me Jacob or Falcon whichever you prefer."I said not truly caring what she called me

"It's nice to meet you. Perhaps you can tell me what you are? You don't look like you are from around here." she said, I nodded and sat down on a convenient log. "I'm human, and just so you don't need to ask I'm 18 and you're a zebra, right? that's cool." she smiled blushing slightly "Thank you." I smiled back "your welcome."

As I stood up to go to sleep on that cot she provided me with I Asked: "Where's Ponyville?" I'm a brony so I knew Ponyville was close by. and before you say 'Then how come you didn't know who Zecora was?' because of anthropomorphism. That's why. "It's about a 10-minute walk west of here. Why?" she asks curiously. "Well if I'm going to be leaving tomorrow morning might as well ask right where to go. Good night Zecora." I said as I laid down on the cot and fell asleep. "good night." she said as she went to sleep.

This is just fucking perfect I might be dead got teleported to the Everfree forest and got stuck with a zebra that makes mini-me want to escape the doghouse...*sigh* I just realized that racism might be a thing. "I need some air...and a god-damned punching bag." I said as I got up and exited Zecora's house. This place is a hell of a lot creepier than on the show I can tell you that much...I mean come on, I get this is THE Forest of Supposed Evil but come on this is a just bit too much. You could use a knife to cut this shit. I then felt my 'trusty' water gun in my pocket." Holy jumping jalapenos on a stick. I still have this?" I grabbed it and pulled it out of my pocket... it's heavier than before...and made metal...holy shit I'm holding an instrument of death."I am surprisingly okay with this, whatever I am way too tired for this shit. I'm going to bed." So I holstered my 'new' gun and walked into the hut and straight into my sleeping bag. Life is going to be strange from now on that's for damn sure. I closed my eyes and what I was met with was odd, to say the least.

???

"...Why the fuck am I in Kingdom Hearts?" it's true black everything, glowing stained glass at my feet, and in front of me is 7 stands instead of 3. On each stand are from left to right: a kick-ass pair of dual cutlasses , a lance dual pistols, a bad-ass motorcycle, a magical looking ring, something that I nearly fainted at the sight of, HB from AC:BF and last but not least something I don't think I can even pick up a giant battleax . now if I'm dreaming and I don't get at least 1 of these weapons to kill Fred with I will-, I really need that punching bag and quick. "from least to greatest chose your class" then the rest of the D.T.H. happened except the fight with the giant heartless.

Well, that just happened... and I'm not drunk enough for this shit.

Author's Note

this is my first chapter of my first story it's rated M for massive use of language and possible pervy chapters. Don't bite my head of for not making Zecora rhyme it's annoying so she won't. comment's are appreciated. and another thing Jacob is is going to have a bit of a theme to him a pacifist route and a E.D.T.E.G.M.
guess the acronym~ and the classes are the same as the servant classes from the Fate/series but in a single person the order is from most powerful in alignment to least powerful: Assassin, Archer,Rider, Saber, Lancer, Caster, And Berserker. thank you for reading.