What Is This Place?

Note: This story is narrated by two entirely different people, so at the start of each chapter, we will specify who is currently narrating (Peter or Matthew). How will you know? Here, I'll give you an example

"Chapter #: Chapter's Title

And since this is a story narrated by 2 people you are not familiarized with, we'll give you a little heads-up on their personalities:

Matthew McDonnell: A 16 year old teenager, born in McAllen, Texas. Brown, short hair and light brown eyes with glasses. 5'7''. He knows when to get serious and when to be funny/humoristic. Whenever he gets the chance, he'll make a pun. Even if it sucks, he doesn't care. I guess you could say he's... punny. Big fan of acoustic music, zombies, and ponies. Tries to be as descriptive as possible, sometimes failing epically.

Peter Knight: A 15 year old teenager born in LA, California. Black, buzzcut hair and light green eyes. 6'2'' He does NOT know when to be serious, only funny (or stupid, your call) and he will almost never take anything seriously, unless he really cares about it or it's something EXTREMELY important, like life and death. He doesn't take his studies seriously, he prefers to sit on a couch all day playing XBOX. Tries to tell tales in a rush, which leads him to miss some important details sometimes.

So without further interruptions, here is our little piece of "art" (yeah, right).

Chapter 1: The Beginning (Matthew)

It all started in what me and my friend, Peter, thought would be a normal summer vacation. I was at my house playing XBOX when I get a call from Peter, telling me that his parents made him go to their new summer house, which was in the middle of the freakin' forest, and he told me that he was allowed to invite someone. I couldn't bear the thought of him being bored out of his mind for 3 weeks straight, so I accepted to accompany him on this, let's say, "adventure".

2 days passed. I had just finished packing up when Peter and his parents came for me. Naturally, I grabbed my iPod Touch and my Blackberry, and headed off. When I got to the car, Peter's mother told me that she would take both my iPod and Blackberry when we got to the cottage. I'll try to imitate Rarity real quick now:

Of all the worst things that could happen this is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING.

I mean, seriously. How will we survive for 3 weeks without music, and most importantly, ponies? Meh, whatever, we can still sing like retarded seals and make up pony stories.

Anyways, it took us about 3 hours to arrive to our destination. I guess I was lucky that his crazy mother didn't take away my clock as well, considering it's an "electronic device". The place was, quoting Fluttershy, "um... nice". It was a fairly small cottage in the middle of the freakin' forest. The cottage was made out of maple wood, and I could notice the ceiling was fairly damaged. If any storm hit the cottage, well, we'd be screwed. It was a good thing it was going to get repaired in the next couple o'days.  When we got out of the car, we walked up to our room. It was fairly comfortable. Two Queen sized beds, a little night table, some drawers and a closet. Did I mention the room was fairly dangerous as well? Seriously, when Peter sat on his bed, all four bed legs collapsed on each other, leaving an almost destroyed bed with a fairly confused person on top of it. And that's not all. When I opened the closet, the door almost falls on me, like if Pedobear was waiting inside of it. We're lucky to say we're still alive.

We got out of the cottage and took a little walk on the forest. Whoopity freaking doo. Now, Peter was bothering me the whole walk, telling me something along the lines of "this is a(n) X, it is not eatable, do you understand?"

"Yes, Peter, I understand." I replied every time. Other than that, we talked about the usual stuff we talk about. You know, zombies, ponies, explosions, Scootaloo- I mean, chicken, TF2, etc.

"Hey look, poisonous mushrooms." he said.

"How do you even know if they're poisonous? They might be like, a hallucinogen or something."

"Meh, I still think they're poisonous."

"And you think I care because?"

"No, seriously, you're going to die if you touch it."

"Cool story, bro." And guess what I did? Yes, I touched it. Because I'm one fearless badass.

"Cool, there's going to be a funeral soon! Do you want me to play MLP music in it?"

"Please do, Peter."

I noticed we were walking too far away from the cottage, so I told Peter to head back. As we returned, he kept telling me that stuff was not eatable and reminding me that I was going to die, saying that he would keep my video games.

Night time at last. The day sure goes by fast when you're having fun, doesn't it? Might be your case, since I'm bored out of my mind and a minute seems like a freakin' eternity to me. Me and Peter went to our room to get some well-deserved sleep (That is, after we checked the closet, underneath the beds, the drawers, below the mattress, etc. for anything that wanted to eat/kill us in the middle of the night, and making sure our beds wouldn't bend and break our bones while we were sleeping).

Peter's a fairly heavy sleeper, so he didn't wake up when there was a sound outside of the window. It sounded like something broke apart right outside of the window, and to be honest, I was relieved it wasn't the wall itself. I would've gotten back to sleep, but when I was about to, I saw something that really shocked me. Twilight's... cutie mark? I could only stare at it for a second before it dissapeared in the woods. "Peter, did you see that?"

"Go headbutt a bullet, I'm tired."

"No, Peter, this is important. I think I saw Twilight's cutie mark out there. It went into the forest!"

"...I told you not to touch that mushroom. I think you're right, It must have been hallucinogenic. Now go back to sleep."

I wasn't in the mood of taking his insults, so I pushed him out of bed. "Now you know I'm dead serious. Get your ass up and follow me."

When he was still getting up, I grabbed my flashlight from my bag (yes, we didn't put our stuff in the closet. We're still too young to die) and put on my hoodie. I threw Peter's jacket to his face before he could whine about getting up and went out, waiting for him to follow me, which, surprisingly, he did after a short while.

We started following what I thought were Twi's hoofprints, thanks to Peter's knowledge on how to track wildlife animals, something his dad taught him. I didn't like the forest. It looked too creepy at night. I mean, it was beautiful when the sun was up, but right now it looked like some bear would maul you in that instant and you wouldn't even realize.

After following the tracks for a good 30 minutes (since they kept going in freakin' circles), we stumbled upon a cave. "So... Should we go in there?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think the flashlight will work for illumination?"

"Of course it wi-" Then the flashlight died. How freakin' convenient. "...Should we go in now?"

"I don't know."

"You just want to go to sleep, don't you."

"I do- I mean, yes."

"Figures. Come on you big Scootaloo, let's go."

"Don't call me a chicken! I'm just sleepy!"

So we went into the cave. Needless to say, it was really dark, and we couldn't see anything in there. But we didn't care, we just kept running inside, because we're fearless bastards. After half a minute of wandering, we noticed a dim light in the distance of the cave. Bingo. We started going towards the light slowly at first, then curiousity got the best of us and started running. We were almost there, when all of a sudden we fell in a hole we did not notice.

Authors note: Oh man, I suck at cliff hangers...