Same Life, new Body

There's no way in hell I'm getting back home. Princess Celestia even said so herself.

People always say that shit to make someone else feel better, especially when things are bleak.

God damnit, I just know I’m going to become a depressed wreck at some point.

If it’s not now, then it’ll be when I’m alone in my new room.

And… at least these… ponies, if I remember right, were being genuine. ‘Cause, as far as they know, I’m still passed out. It was kinda weird, actually, being passed out for about five minutes, feels like I took a short nap. And because of that, I felt a little groggy when I heard the Princesses talking about me, and my situation.

Which leads me to where I am, at the moment.

So… Apparently, my body negates... magic… and Princess Celestia has doubts about sending me back home because of it…

… Do they have guns here? Maybe they got those old flint-lock ones.

I’m seriously getting depressed now… It kind of makes sense, the suicide part I mean; what kind of person would want to live the rest of their lives, away from a loving family?

Assholes wish for that kind of thing. I, however, do not. I’d rather not live than live without my family.

…

Fucking hell, that was dark, even for me… Meh… Why should I even care at this point? Chances are, I’ll be stuck on this fucking planet for life. Away from my mom and dad; everyone, with no way of telling them that I’m fine. That their little Moreno is doing just fine, in an alien world, with a different body.

I have no way of doing that, whatsoever. I have no way of talking to my own parents. I can’t even begin to imagine what they’re thinking, for all they know, their son just disappeared inside an inground pool.

I don’t even want to imagine what they’re thinking. I think I’m already depressed as it is.

“Michael? Art thee awake? Please, say something.”

Oh yeah. I’m still in a carriage with the princesses. Should I respond? Yeah… I now know they just want ot make me as comfortable as possible.

I just wonder what their king and queen are like. Hopefully like these two.

And so, The princesses of the sun and moon arrive at Canterlot castle; the barracks to be specific. They wanted to expose Michael to the public as little as possible. Their guard can be trusted for now. But it was important that none of those snobbish nobles knew of Michael’s existence within castle grounds. Faust knows how… well, they would react. No doubt they would excise the poor thing off the mountain without trial.

And that is why it is crucial that even the night guard surround the princesses when they leave the carriage… Even though it scared poor Michael half to death. But a little reassurance from both diarchs managed to calm him down somewhat. It still unnerved the human that he was basically surrounded by aliens. At all angles.

But he understood. He gathered pretty quickly that his presence must not be known yet. Lord knows what’ll happen if the general public would react to two of their princesses walking around with an alien.

If that were to ever happen, Michael would be sure to off himself before any other sapient being can do it for him.

“Here we are!” Princess Luna announced, I look up and saw a large pair of… doors. Can’t quite tell what material they’re made of. But a crescent moon indicated this was Princess Luna’s room.

Oh, I forgot to mention earlier. These pony aliens apparently get to know what their special talent is when they get some but-mark, performing their special talent. Which, by the way, happens for every, single, pony. Like, none of them don't get some pic on their ass.

And that just happens. Like, they find out what they’re good at in life when they get a but tattoo doing whatever it is. How does that even work, seriously?

Whatever, like that’s going to affect my life here. If I chose to continue living it anyway.

“This is my room, Michael.” Princess Luna stated.

Kinda figured that already.

“And here will be your room!” She said while pointing down the hall. I looked to where she was pointing and saw another, smaller, single door. With no distinguishable marking on it. It was just a simple, wooden door. I noticed her nod and took the hint; I walked over to the door, one of those dark guards following me. I was about to open the door when the guard opened it for me.

Huh, that was awfully nice of him.

“Thank you.” I said with an appreciative nod. He stoically nodded back. I entered the room and gave it a good look; it was about as big as anyone would expect from a hotel room, if the hotel was on the side of a mountain; big bed, waxed stone floor, a nice round rug in the center, and desk off to the side, another door probably for the bathroom, and another one for the closet maybe, a dresser- like I’m gonna need that, and there was a pair of glass paned doors leading to a balcony.

Objective updated, avoid balcony at all costs.

But other than that, my new room was pretty cool. Definitely an upgrade from my old room at home. Just take away the ‘homey’ feel.

“We will leave you to your own devices for now, Michael.” I heard Princess Celestia say from behind. “Me and my sister have things to attend to. If you ever need us, please, don’t hesitate to ask the guards that will be standing right outside. They will be your guides.”

“Thanks.” I said blankly. I heard the door close behind me after a long pause. After that, I went over and flopped onto my bed. Sleep kinda sounded good right about now. Even though I passed out a few times today.

Huh, who knew passing out completely drains you?

Michael’s sudden change in behavior did not go unnoticed by the princesses. Especially luna. As both princesses knew the tell tale signs of clinical depression. Though, this case seemed to be worse than what they've seen.

And all they could do was watch and hope he eats regularly. Since they aren't the best of friends; there time with they've spent with him barely meant anything at the moment. As far as they could know, Michael is seeing them more as acquaintances than friends.

They knew he'd have to be here for quite a long time before they could even begin to call each other friends. And that was a rout they fear will happen.

Such a shame the Princesses were too bound by ‘morals’ and ‘ethics’. They could know all they need to know if Luna just ‘spent the night’ with Michael. And even then Moonbutt’s magic might not work with him.

Of course, this didn't fly over Luna’s head. She knew exactly how Michael felt. That numbing feeling of complete isolation. It still haunts her to this day. But at least she still has family… family…

Oh, tartarus!

Michael has family back on his homeworld… He said so himself.

… Twilight Sparkle had better make it her greatest achievement to sending Michael back to his world. Lest, she invoke the wrath of the Princess of Dreams.

This bed is really fucking comfy. Like I'm sleeping on a cloud or something. I managed to take a nap for about ‘who the fuck knows’ long. Probably a few days, to be honest. I really didn't want to think about anything, like, ever, again. Ever.

But of course, my brain- if I still even have one, decided to take me on a goddamn roller coaster. And I am only on the first loop. While still being depressed.

It's really weird actually. Feeling raw emotion, but not giving a flying rat’s ass about it.

It kinda mixes together to make this… Empty feeling. Like, everything I felt however long ago happened years ago. I don't… feel, anything, anymore. It's just me, and nothing else. Just a body. Well, maybe-

Ogh fuck. That hurt, ok, officially depressed now.

Alright then, shouldn't I be feeling, I don't know, sad? And not just hollow?

Eh, probably just how I'm dealing with on a subconscious level. It kinda makes, to me, in a way; at least I won't be hurting anymore. Huh… So this is how I compensate for… that.

And also; it explains how I'm completely calm over this.

Hmm… Should I eat at this point? Nah… Not right now at least. I've only really felt hungry a few times in the past… three days. It feels like it's been three days.

Heh. Three days on an alien planet, and I've done nothing but lay on a bed. Hah…

Op, getting sleepy again. Maybe I won't wake up this time since I haven't eaten in awhile.

Aw fuck, I heard my door open. Ah, well, at least I'm not dying alone.

Hmm, if I do wake up again… I wonder, what can literally kill me…

'Michael has been in his chambers for far too long. It is time he leaves his chambers.’ Princess Luna thought while she marched to the gooey human’s room.

It was concerning though, neither princesses nor guard has seen hide nor... liquid, of Michael within the past week.

It was more than concerning, then. It meant he most likely hasn't eaten this whole week.

Why didn’t any of them check on him? Politics were most to blame, but Luna still had free time during the night, why didn’t she check on the poor thing?

Because she put too much faith in him, a foolish mistake to have made. She should’ve known better, her sister as well. But she can be slightly forgiven. Her schedule's been full since Luna took that trip to the moon.

But that hardly matters in the current situation. Luna needs to make sure her new friend is ok.

“Michael?” She made it to his room in no time, she didn’t bother knocking before cantering into his room. Since the last time she tried Michael didn’t respond.

Luna saw Michael in the form of a lifeless puddle of goo when she entered the room.

Oh, gods!

“Guards!” The two night guards posted outside the door rushed in. “Michael is need of sustenance, NOW!” The two saluted and galloped off. She turned back to the light blue puddle. She did expect Michael to fall unconscious from not eating anything, she just did think he’d end up looking like that.

“Michael?” She whispered. No response. “Michael? Please, wake up.” She prodded the puddle with a hoof, expecting the puddle to respond to her touch. It didn't.

Luna felt the cool surface through the her shoe. Her hoof caused an indent against the gooey substance, it had a certain kind of… give, to it. To the touch, it resembled a pony’s skin, but at the same time, it felt paper thin; if she pressed any more, it just might tear.

“Michael?!” Luna didn’t care at the moment, obviously. She brought up her other forehoof and pressed harder against the puddle. Her hooves actually sunk into the puddle, causing ripples to travel across the surface.

The substance itself didn’t soak into Blueberry’s fur, or in between her hooves and her shoes, but it was certainly leaving a tingling feeling. Had Luna not been preoccupied with rousing Michael, she would've wondered how her hooves were staying dry.

Squeaking wheels took the Lunar diarch’s attention. She turned her head towards the source of the noise; her guards have returned with a cart full of random food items.

They did not know what Michael ate, so they pretty much gathered whatever was most available. They even got their hooves on a slab of raw meat, just in case Michael turned out to be a carnivore.

Luna visibly brightened upon seeing the cart. She levitated some food off and, with wild abandon, dumped the items onto the puddle, making a nice little food mountain.

At first nothing happened. And Luna was about to go get her sister. But then, she barely noticed the consumables slightly sink into the puddle. And watched on in disgusted wonder as the pile of food sank and dissolve into… Well, into the goo. The food pretty much disintegrated when it entered the substance.

It was this moment, Princess Luna noticed a change in the puddle of goo itself. It was growing.

It was growing and defining into the shape she knew as Michael.

At first the oval puddle took on a more rectangular shape, but then a little dollop at the top formed Michael’s neck and head. Next where the arms, and finally, the legs.

Michael has returned to normal. Well, his body returned to normal, at least.

“Thank thee, loyal subjects.” Luna said with a sigh of relief. “Remain posted outside the door, we will call thee if we require further assistance.” The two guards saluted and marched outside, closing the door behind them. Luna turned back to her newest friend.

“Please, be alright Michael. Please… We don't want to lose thee.” She nuzzled the crook of Michael’s neck. “We don't want to lose another friend…” She whispered. “Please, come back to us.”

I legit think I was dead.

Seriously, I think I was dead.

Was because… well, the best way I can describe it… There was nothing.

No feeling, no sensation, no thoughts, nothing.

The whole time I was dead is literally a moment in my life that I felt, saw, and did, absolutely nothing. I can’t call it a moment in my life, because it’s it was… just nothing. I didn't exist.

Jesus christ, that’s actually scary. That meant there is no such thing as heaven or hell. My soul didn’t go anywhere.

Oh, that means I don’t even have a soul. No one does.

Holy fuck. That means... nothing happens after we die. We just… we just, die. Ya, kaput, done. It’s literally just you ceasing to be. The only trace of your existence being the body left behind.

And I discovered that myself because I, was, dead.

I don’t even want to think about that right now… Wait, what woke me up?

Yeah, Imma think about that for a bit…

“Thank the heavens, thou art alright Michael.” I heard Princess Luna say with a sigh of relief.

Oh, she pulled me nothingness. Alright then. I guess I'm grateful for that.

“What's the point?” I asked while turning over bodily.

Yeah, that kinda left my mouth without me realizing it.

“What?” She reeled her head back in shock. Not good.

“Nothing.” I said hastily. “How long has it been since I fell asleep?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“We know not, Michael.” She answered. Good, she took the bait. “But you have spent the entirety of last week in this room. It is time you leave this room for at least the rest of this day.” Oh, it's been a week actually.

“Why would I leave this room? What's the point of me being anywhere else than here?” Once again, words were leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

It made Princess Luna pause, out of surprise, reeeaaally not good.

“E-excuse thee?”

“I know what will happen if anyone else but you and those guards saw me. I kinda figured that since you and Princess Celestia had me surrounded with your guards.

Besides, when are you two going to take me to your king and Queen? Aren't they like, supposed to decide what to do with me or something?” I asked. Princess Luna gave me this really confused look, which didn't settle well with me.

“What is this talk about a King and Queen? It is only us and our sister that rule this land, and nopony else.” She said with a raised brow.

“Oh… Whale then...”