What Is This Place?

A/N: Nobody reads this, right? Oh well. We just wanted to say that we're sorry for the delay, and we wanted to ask any artist out there if they could maybe draw a cover for the story? It's been lacking for so long that it frustrates me a bit. Obviously, the effort won't go unnoticed. We could let you pre-read further chapters, or maybe add your OC in the story at some point. Or something, I don't know. Well, without further rambling, here you go.

Chapter 8: Meeting the Generous (Peter)

I wasn't going to wake up even though a guard was poking me.

“Sir, you're sleeping in the middle of the street.”

“You don't say...”

“Why are you sleeping here? Don't you have a house?”

“I do, me being too lazy to go over there is the problem here.”

“You need to get up and go somewhere else to take your nap.”

“No! For that you'll have to talk to my lawyer!” I pulled Matt out of nowhere. He had a fork in his hand and his mouth full of waffles. He had his eyes closed so he had no idea he had just magically teleported from one place to another.

“Cloudie, explain to this good sir why I can sleep in the street.”

His eyes shot open, and he seemed to realize where he was sitting right now. “Wait, what the hay?”

He was obviously confused and was apparently eating breakfast. The guard just stared at him suspiciously and back at me in awe.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” they both looked at me with a 'are you bucking kidding me' face. “Well excuuuuuuuuse me! I'm sorry for breaking the fourth wall without your supervision.”

Suddenly, Twilight arrived “Cloudswitcher! I have been looking for you, you suddenly disappeared!”

“My bad “ I said raising a hoof.

“Twilight, do you know this stallion?”

“Yes, why? Did he do something wrong?”

“Well, no, but he was sleeping on the street and unless he moves I'm afraid I'll have to give him a ticket.”

“Oh I'm sorry for parking my flank in the wrong place officer!”

“Skamper, you’re not helping.”

“Okay.” I stayed silent for the rest of the conversation. Once they were done, Matt and I headed back to the library with Twilight.

(Matthew)

So apparently, Peter wanted me to say my part of the story since he's had two chapters already.

Whatever the hay that means. Him and his new 4th wall breaking powers are not making this any easier for me to understand. Almost seems like he thinks we’re on an actual story.

So anyways, after a not-so-long talk between Twilight and the guard who, by the way, got epically pwnt by her awesome knowledge, Twilight led us back to the library. I was still confused as to how in the bucking world Peter was able to break the 4th wall and teleport me to the middle of the street. Yeah, sure, I didn’t look as surprised when I first found out I was in Ponyville, but knowing your best friend MIGHT be able to pull that one off whenever he wants to, thus teleporting you wherever he wants you to go is a little worrying. When we arrived, Twilight proceeded to question Peter.

“So, Peter,” she started “may I please know just where were you’ve been for a whole day, why were you sleeping on the street, and most importantly, how did you manage to seemingly stretch your arm out of thin air and pull Matt down to the park which is 500 meters away?”

“In Aperture Science, we do what we must because we can!” He said, flashing his smile to her, then turning it into a glare. “You’re not in Aperture Science are you?”

“I don’t even know wha-“

“I didn’t think so!” he said, walking past her with his head held up high in a rather cocky way.

“But wha- ugh, just forget it.” She exclaimed, facepalming. Still trying to contain all my d’aws, I started noticing a faint glow on both Peter’s and my chest, which proceeded to expand through our bodies, kind of when we transform using the Mindmorph spell. The weird part is that we didn’t even think about using it, or at least I didn’t for my part. Before we knew it, we were both humans once again.

“Wait, what the hay just happened?” By the time I asked, Twilight already had an open book in her possession, possibly a magic one.

“Well, here it says that although the Mindmorph spell is extremely efficient, it can also wear out. The bearer of the spell must return to his original form when the spell reaches its limit. The spell, however, stays with the bearer of it, and has to rest in order to be used again. You can re-transform whenever you want, but the duration of the spell depends greatly on how much you let it rest. The more you save, the more you gain.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense?” I said “So we will have to wait for awhile until we can transform into ponies again, the longer we're human the longer we get to stay as ponies?”

She nodded “Correct. So I think you’ll understand when I ask you to go upstairs and hide before somepony comes to get or leave a bo-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, the door swung open, and a white unicorn with a purple, curly mane walked in. Most of you know her by the name of Rarity. She was walking calmly, with a book floating right beside her head and she had her head up high and her eyes closed for some reason I have yet to understand.

“Hello, dear Twilight,” she started “I just finished the novel you gave me and I must admit it’s simply delightful. Although I do find the idea of an alien being going to another world and finding love there a little odd and highly improbable, don’t you think?” said Rarity, leaving the book on a table and proceeding to check the bookshelves' content. Twilight, needless to say, was relived because she hadn't seen us yet, and shocked because we were still there.

“Rarity, don’t you know how to knock!?” Twilight exclaimed.

Still checking the bookshelves, Rarity replied “Why would I do such a thing, darling? This is a public library, after all.” Twilight obviously tried to reply to that statement, but finding no reasonable excuses, she let out a groan. Peter tried to do a troll face impersonation, failing epically.

Rarity then started turning around “Oh, by the way, I was wondering if-” Before she could finish, she fixed her gaze on me, and I could see her look of horror.

I didn’t want her to be scared of me, so I tried to talk to her. “Hey, don’t worry! I won’t hurt you! I’m friendly!”

She seemed taken aback because of a weird alien that was talking her language in front of her, before she gave me a confused look. “What? Dear, you don’t seem the kind of... whatever you are, to hurt somepony. But THIS” she proceeded to extend a hoof, probably pointing at me, and then at Peter “THIS IS AN INSULT AGAINST EVERYTHING FABULOUS!”

Needless to say, I was skeptical. “WHAT? Woman, there are basically ALIENS of some sort in the room, and all you care about is FASHION!?”

“Why, of course! Just look at your mane! Your raggy clothes! And look at your friend! If that was to be made in here it would look like a pajama!" That's funny, it's exactly what Peter's wearing. "I don’t know if... that thing you’re wearing is considered fabulous in your homeplace, but here is a simply dreadful atrocity! And it must be fixed right away!” She exclaimed, raising a hoof in the air for dramatization, I suppose. Without any further discussion, she picked us up in an aura of blue magic, and levitated us out of the library.

“Rarity, wait!” exclaimed Twilight. “They can’t be seen like that, or else something terrible might-” and with that, Rarity shut the door closed, and then proceeded to take me and Peter to her boutique.

“Don’t worry darlings, when I’m done with you two, you will look simply fabulous~”

This is going to be a long day.