The Power of The Night

“You sure you want to ditch today? The tyrant of hell said if we ditched again, we’d be put back two grades,” Joel asked, concerned that I hadn’t even prepared fake notes.

“Look man, I’m completely positive. I think I got ourselves a new place to tag. Don’t forget: Excuses to-” I started replying over the phone, but got interrupted.

“Whoever asks, bring casual clothing, a backpack, and stick to the shadows, yeah, yeah, yeah, we do this every time. Give me a break, will ya? I’ll meet you at the alleyway, alright?” Joel said, exasperated with my repetitive nature. I sighed.

“Standard safety, gotta say it if we’re gonna stay away from those pesky, blue-suited, badge-wearing idiots. See you in fifteen,” I said hanging up and slipping the phone into my pocket.

Don’t know why he’s worried, we almost never get caught by the school, much less the cops. What could go wrong?

What a stupid thing to think.

Groaning a bit as I came to, I noticed the surface I was on was remarkably soft. First thoughts went something like this:

What the hell is going on here? I thought I got out of bed! I don’t remember sneaking alcohol last night... Maybe I went to a club... I remember a ligh-

My memory lapse ended there, as at that moment everything that happened yesterday- was it yesterday? - came back to me in an overwhelming flash, causing me to sit bolt upright in the bed I was in. The question I asked myself when I first arrived was still burning in my mind, only slightly rephrased: What the FUCK had happened. No answers presented themselves.

Goddamn it, brain, you choose to not work hard NOW? How about that geometry final? Nobody cared about that! This is a HELL of a lot more important! You’re in Equestria, how is geometry gonna help you here, huh? Maybe you can figure out the distance to the nearest asylum, you fucking dumba-

“HEY, YOU GONNA LIE THERE ALL DAY?”

My head snapped to the window, and three things registered at once: Blue, loud voice, and flying. Those instantly went into my head as one thought, and the result was similar to that of nostalgic cartoon reaction. I pushed myself up by my hands and used the momentum from that to get myself out of the bed and five feet away in about a half a second before I even began running towards the door.

Wait... what the FUCK...

I stopped, realizing that what I was doing ought to have been impossible. How the hell was I running? Weren’t my legs, I don’t know, SHATTERED, or something, yesterday? Come to think about it, why wasn’t I in pain at all? Looking down, I saw my legs looked completely healed, as did my arms.

That magic doesn’t exist here, though... Otherwise Rainbow wouldn’t have had to have that broken wing for that long...

Again, FUCK YOU, Mr. Principal Man! Screw logic!

Speaking of Rainbow...

I turned around and saw, not a police helicopter with a megaphone- Thank you very much instincts, for making me look like a dumbass-, but Rainbow Dash flying outside my window. Why she chose to fly outside my window is beyond me. Maybe I just look so good, she can’t wait to get me into a be-

OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH OF THAT. PONIES AND PEOPLE DO NOT DO THAT, AND NOT TO MENTION YOU HAVE ANOTHER EIGHT MONTHS, GOOD SIR.

Walking over to the window, I unlatched it, and as I pushed it open, I became very aware of the fact that two things were very likely to happen. I would either go into fanboy mode at the very idea of talking to Rainbow Dash, or I would burst into maniacal laughter at the absurdity of talking to a pony at all.

“...What was THAT all about?” Rainbow asked me. I thought for a few seconds, not wanting to let the Element of Loyalty know that I didn’t set much in store by the law. I decided it would be best to ignore that question and find out why she was outside my window.

“Why are flying outside my window, Rainbow?” I asked in a voice similar to one chastising a child for doing something without using common sense.

“Why are you able to walk?” Rainbow questioned, defiant as always.

“Touché. Where am I, and where’s Joel?” I replied, not recognizing the room.

“You’re at the library, and... Joel is downstairs. You freaked everypony out screaming like that. I think Princess Celestia even heard you!” Rainbow joked.

Heh, she said, “Everypony”... oh no...

Don’t you do it, I can tell you’re about to do it, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, DON’T- Shit, you’re grinning like an idiot. Quick, diversionary tactics! Slap yourself!

“Ow... sonofabish....” I muttered as I picked myself off the floor.

“Okay, there’s no way you can get out of explaining that!” Rainbow said, laughing yet still looking concerned at my sudden self-injury.

“I wasn’t awake,” I said with feeble bravado.

“Right. Which brings us back to question number one: What was that all about?” Rainbow asked again.

“Energy spasm. I-I get them about once a week,” I lied, having experience of lying to everybody. “More important question: Why aren’t my legs broken?”

“Beats me. Ask Twilight, though she’ll probably be just as confused. When I broke my wing, it lasted for a few days. I don’t even think it’s possible to heal that fast,” Rainbow said nonchalantly.

“Where is Twilight?” I asked.

“Downstairs, probably, but you sho- HEY, where are you going! I’m not done talking!”

I left the pegasus in mid-sentence as I ran towards the door again, slowing down to make sure I didn’t put a human-sized hole in it. Even so, I was going too fast to slow down when I came to the stairs. With no other options available, I jumped from the top of the stairs.

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“I should probably go check on that Kyle... strange name, Kyle,” Twilight thought to herself. Putting down the spoon she was levitating to eat her breakfast, she got up and started walking out of the kitchen. Right before she reached the door, she heard another door slamming open. Judging by the fact it sounded somewhat distant, it had come from upstairs.

“Since when could Spike open a door that loudly?! Is he TRYING to wake up our “guest”?”

Grumbling about what she was going to tell Spike, she stepped out of the kitchen just in time to jump back in, as a large mass wearing blue and light green came down the stairs- without even touching them- at a high velocity and hit the ground, barely missing her.
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I saw a lavender shape to my left side right before I hit the ground, telling me that Twilight had just avoided getting flattened. Using the techniques taught to me at a local parkour club, I rolled to dissipate the shock of the fall, got back on my feet and turned around to face Twilight just in time to see a vase flying towards my head.

Okay, note to self, do NOT jump in front of ponies with magical capabilities at high speeds. Now MOVE!

In the time it took for me to form that thought, the vase had moved so close it was now less than an arms-length away. My reactions were already fast, but if anything is moving toward your head, adrenaline starts pumping. Within a matter of less than two-thirds of a second, I had bent far enough backwards for one to mistake me for being able to dodge bullets. This caused me to fall on the ground again, but as the projectile shattered against the far wall, that wasn’t exactly concerning.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Twilight said, flustered at the fact that she nearly concussed me.

“Do you always have to find me on the ground?” I said, feeling that if I wasn’t careful, one of these ponies would kill me.

“Oh, nonononono, I almost hit you in the head with a vase!” Twilight said, still despairing at that fact, unaware that I said anything.

“Not important right now, Twilight,” I said, flipping myself onto my feet using an “Asian flip”.

“How is that not important?! You almo... almost... you... you’re WALKING?!” Twilight exclaimed, unable to comprehend the sight in front of her.

“Now we’re getting on the right subject,” I said.

“B-b-but that just can’t BE! I looked at your legs with magic, and I think they were broken in about seven different places each! I’m not familiar with your anatomy, but bones shouldn’t have cracks in random places for no reason!” Twilight stuttered, trying to think how her science had failed her.

“Huh. That’s interesting to know. Hey, didn’t I have a bag when I came here?” I asked, thinking about the dream that I had before I woke up. Twilight seemed shocked by my lack of interest at my sudden healing.

“A-aren’t you even slighty curious about why you aren’t hurt?” Twilight asked, bemused.

“Nope. I don’t like to think that anything is impossible. The moment I think that something is impossible, I start to use logic to figure out a way around it. I prefer to just go with whatever happens and think nothing has a consequence,” I said, still not quite remembering that I was talking to pastel-colored ponies. However, since I was talking to Twilight, this hardly even mattered. “Also, where’s Joel?”

“Bu- you- that’s-uh, Joel, is, um, over in that room,” Twilight sputtered out. Being unable to comprehend my argument, she gestured over to a door across the room.

“Lovely, thank you very much,” I said in an English accent, just for the hell of it.

“You’re, um... welcome, I guess... bag... your bag was over- over by the- the...” Twilight started, but the rest of the sentence was incomprehensible, and she trotted over into another room.

Huh. You’d have thought I said something weird.

Walking to the door that Twilight had pointed out, I opened it and found Joel still lying on the bed. He was asleep, but it was a light sleep. I had slept the same way whenever we almost got caught with anything we did. It allowed for a faster getaway from hostile intentions. Anything louder than a car door slamming from across the block would wake us up. Safe to say, we didn’t sleep a lot during the night- hence our many detentions for sleeping in class.

Let’s have a bit of fun, shall we?

I quietly closed the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “THIS IS THE POLICE! STEP OUT OF THE ROOM WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”

Yep, that reaction’s going in the vault.

Joel’s eyes snapped open, and he tried to jump out of the bed, but he hadn’t pulled off the covers, so he instead fell off the mattress and landed on his head. Not that that stopped him. He pulled the covers off, got back on his feet, and sprinted toward the window, but the hit to the head must have altered his judgment, because he ran straight into the wall. I rarely laughed to tears, but this took me far beyond that. I sank to my knees, clutching the stitch in my side, eyes streaming with mirth, laughing so hard that it was hard to breathe.

Or hear, for that matter.

The door flew open faster than anything should move, throwing me a few feet further into the room, which is no easy task, and Twilight charged in to the sound of hooves clacking on a wooden floor.

“What happened?! I heard a yell, then bumping all around, then I came as fast as I- as I could...” Twilight said, trailing off once more as she took in the scene before her.

“You know, I think you do have to find me laying the floor every time we meet,” I said, getting back to me feet.

“I’m so sorry, I keep doing things that hurt you, and I’m just so over-energetic, I’m going to-” Twilight said, flustered.

“Twilight! It’s fine; I’m still standing, aren’t I? I can take more than one hit, and keep going. Just calm down, I can live with pain,” I said trying to assuage her fears. Turning from her I walked over to Joel, who was starting to get back up.

Aaaand, he’s getting UP. His leg is healed. What in the FUCK is going on.

“I- am going- to- KILL- you,” Joel panted out as I helped him up.

“Sure. Go right on ahead,” I responded with heavy sarcasm. I looked back to Twilight, who, for some reason, looked concerned at our banter.

“H-he’s not going to really kill you- is he?” Twilight stuttered out.

“Pshh, of course not! We like to mess around with what we say. Again, no consequences!” I said.

“Oh... okay then. Well, I’ve got your bag here,” Twilight said, levitating the familiar red backpack into the room towards me.

“Thanks,” I said taking the bag from the air, but very nearly dropping it as I did so. The bag was at least twelve pounds heavier that it should have been. Frowning, I got a stronger grip, and unzipped the bag. Inside was a set of gloves, four spray paint bottles, faded black pants and a jacket, a white and purple baseball cap, and...

...The hell is this thing?

A large, metal, pure white box was in the center of the bag. I had never owned anything like it, mainly because I didn’t have a need to have a box made out of metal. The strange thing was the middle of the box had a navy blue, almost black symbol that stood out in sharp relief. It looked almost like an ink blot, only with a white crescent shape in the largest spot...

...like a crescent moon...

“Princess Luna,” I muttered out to the room in realization.

“Sorry?” Twilight asked, confused.

“Princess Luna! I know this symbol; it’s her cutie mark, isn’t it? Why did I find this in my world?” I said, pulling out the box and showing it to Twilight. “Joel you remember this too, right?... Joel?”

I looked around. Joel was still there, but he was standing slack-jawed.

“Yo, Joel? Y’alright?” I asked, walking over to him. He didn’t react in any way as I walked up, not even when I poked him on the side of his head. Looking in his direction, I followed his gaze straight to Twilight, who was starting to look a little nervous, not to mention astounded.

“How-how do you know about Princess Luna? And cutie marks too?” she asked, completely perplexed by how I knew anything about them without an informant.

Oooh, you have no idea how much of a bombshell this is gonna be.

“Yeah, funny thing, actually. See, in my world, we’ve actually created this world into a television- wait, no televisions here. Uh, remember that projector you lent Rainbow to show how to lift the water to Cloudsdale? Yes, I know about that,” I said as Twilight tried to interrupt. “Think of the moving picture, without the projector or film, but instead in a thin, black, sixty-two inch long box with a flat screen. Got the image? Now make the picture about you and your friends going around Ponyville solving you friendship problems. Add singing and third-person view. Bam. THAT is the thing that was created in our world. Basically, I know a LOT about you and your friends,” I said, explaining where my knowledge came from. Twilight looked stunned.

“Uh-huh. Right. Really, how did you know about these things?” she asked, an amused grin starting to grow on her face.

“I guessed. If you don’t want to believe me, fine. Try me if you think I’m lying,” I said crossing my arms.

“Alright, I will. Who did I dress up as on a nighttime holiday?” Twilight asked, her expression something close to a smirk.

“You dressed up Starswirl the Bearded on Nightmare Night, but only Princess Luna noticed who you were. She even commented that you got the bells right, which was rather nice of her, really,” I responded.

Twilight stood there, mouth agape at what I just said. At that moment, Joel spoke.

“Kyle... is that... Twilight Sparkle?” he asked, sounding like he had just received a blow to the head, which he had, courtesy of the ground and wall.

“Yes it is, glad to see you’ve joined us in the present time and place,” I said to him. I turned back to Twilight, who looked like she had been hit on the head as well.

“...Anyway, Twilight, would you examine this on the way to the train station?” I asked holding out the box to her. My statement seemed to snap Twilight out of her stupor.

“...Train station? Why do you need to go there?” she asked, completely and utterly lost on my reasoning.

“Kyle... she’s a pony,” Joel said weakly.

“YES, Joel, she is a pony, now focus, will you?”

“Why do you need to go to the train station?” Twilight asked again.

“Because,” I said pulling out the black jacket and baseball hat from the backpack, “We need to ask the princesses some questions about this box.”

I put on the hat backwards, pulled on the jacket, and walked out of the room. Twilight followed to see what I was thinking, possibly even to stop me. After a second or two, Joel gave a start and walked out as well.

“A pony, Kyle, a freaking pony, you know that right? She’s a po-”

“YES JOEL, I KNOW SHE’S A FREAKIN’ PONY!”