Author's Note

This is my first fiction on this site. Ever. This is being done solely for fun, and so is my other fic that's on Fanfiction.net. Criticism is greatly appreciated as it always helps. This may seem like a cliche HIE Story, but i assure you that it will stray away from the cliche as time goes on. I just couldn't think of an original start to use, s'all. Happy Reading.
-Panzer

CH1

Transportation

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I sighed as i swiftly turned off my alarm, my eyes slowly coming into focus as i remembered where i was after having a quick think about it. I was in my apartments bedroom, this being my second day living in the apartment located in London. I was unemployed and fairly lazy, me just glancing to the mirror near the bed telling me that, my bloodshot green eyes piercing themselves as my black hair rested unkempt on my head.

I jumped up from my bed, i was roughly 6ft tall, but i never checked. I honestly didn't care enough to check. I'm an uncaring and nearly always emotionless guy, only showing emotions to those i deemed trustworthy, which is nearly no-one. My pale white skin easily showed me how dirty i was, and as such i hopped into the shower for roughly 10 minutes, loving the feeling of water trickling down my skin.

Once i had gotten out of the shower, i immediately went towards my room, which is opposite the shower & toilet, and went to put on my usual clothes, which consisted of a plain white T-Shirt, Black jeans, a Black M65 Combat jacket and simple, cheap black shoes. I had an obsession with anything that could blend in with the night, knowing how useful blending in can be in some situations. I digged through the pockets of my jeans, knowing full well i never emptied them, in order to search for my little checklist/schedule.

I searched for a while, digging out the old sweet wrappers, useless expired gift vouchers and pound coins till i found the crumpled, folded list. I took a look at it carefully as i remembered what i was planning to do today: Continue with my Civ5 Game. I dont know why he insisted on playing against me, but he was one of the best and i was only good with mods. His terms were if he won i would have to do a survey, and if i won he would give me an AWP Dragonlore for CS:GO. I immediatley accepted it at the mention of the cool skin

I also saw that i had an airsoft game to attend later, and as such i digged through my mounds of useless clothing that i will never use, random stuff and books that i have already read multiple times to find my airsoft weaponry, helmet and mask. It took roughly 5 minutes to find it all, eventually appearing with my M65 Gas mask, Spray-painted black ACHL with a Dark brown light, an Airsoft MG42 with the word 'Buzzsaw!' On a sticker located on the left side of the barrel, a sling allowing me to put it on my back. To finish it off i had a small FNX-45 That was painted a dark brown.

Looking at the gear, i decided to save my time by putting it all on now, shoving the Pistol into my jacket pocket, my Buzz-saw onto my back and putting on the Gas-mask and Helmet. I didn't like wearing so much so casually, but i didn't want to walk back into my room. Too much stuff littered around. Walking out of my room and taking a left to the rest of my apartment, i was greeted with the door in front of me, my kitchen to my left and a living room containing my Gaming PC, a TV and a sofa. There was nothing else there, excluding my keyboard and mouse, Headset and chair, that is.

Taking a left to the kitchen i saw my half open Badlands Super-day Pack, containing not only 8 cans of Monster Rossi, but a 1.75l Bottle of Coke Zero and all of my airsoft ammo, a HyperX Cloud2 Gaming headset thrown in with a bag of Doritos for good measure. Zipping up the camouflaged goody-bag i put it on my back, my Buzzsaw resting on it. Opening my fridge i simply took out a bottle of water i had put in the day before and chugged it after taking off my gas mask, slamming the empty bottle down on the kitchen table before callously walking over to my PC, my unfitting bag sticking out like a blue tower in a sea of red.

I sat down and logged into my account, starting up steam and looking at the time. It was 1:00 PM. I was meant to begin the Civ5 game roughly an Hour ago. Muttering to myself i prepared to either have my ass destroyed or get a free dragon-lore.

It was now roughly 5:00PM, My airsoft game starting in 2 hours and i was about to lose. He had 4 giant death robots at my capital as i tried fending them off with Gatling guns and Minutemen. I immediatley surrendered, knowing i was going to lose anyway, at which he messaged 'gg' through steam before giving me the link to the survey, immediatley going offline after doing so. His steam name was [litanonymous], yet it immediatley changed when i pressed the link. I also noticed that he had unfriended me too.

Sighing, i looked at the survey. It had 7 questions and i had 2 episodes of MLP To watch before i went off to the nearby Airsoft center. I looked at the questions and began filling them in.

Name: William Detonation
Occupation: Unemployed
What fandom do you consider yourself to be a part of: The MLP Fandom
Whats your recommended armored vehicle?: The German Fennek
If you had the choice, would you accept free money?: No
Would you enjoy selling things?: Yes
Are you fine with leaving?:

I couldn't decide that last one as i didn't know exactly what it meant by 'Leaving'. Most people would question my decisions on this questionnaire alone, probably laugh at my name while their at it. I didn't choose it and i wanted to change it, but at the same time i valued my families opinion and as such i didn't want to change it in fear of their opinions towards me changing. After some internal debating i simply put down 'Yes' for the last question. I had already left my parents house and i was fine with it, so it would only make sense that i were to put yes here.

I was quite hungry, but i didn't mind, as with multiple years experience of gaming under my belt i had since tamed my hunger, being able to go large periods of time without eating, although when i DID eat, i eat A LOT . Mere civilian quantities of food shall not suffice, only the largest of amounts will satisfy the raging demon that is known as my Hunger!

I chuckled to myself as i slipped on seemingly nothing. My back against the floor as i looked up at the ceiling, simply wondering how in the name of all that is holy i could have fallen over. Granted, i could have simply just leaned back too far, but i highly doubt i would have done that.

I spotted an odd orange smoke to my left creep towards me at an immense speed, my eyes widening as i tried keeping calm to observe this... smoke. If it was anything harmful, i hoped that this gas mask would actually work and stop it from getting to my lungs. It DID Have a filter after all. I hopped up from the floor as the smoke seemed to fill up my apartment. I had no idea as to what was going on, and as such i sat down and simply googled it. Google has the answer to everything, right?

Right?

And with that the smoke filled up my vision, my computer seemingly becoming non existent as i finally began to panic, my vision being blocked as i was kept conscious thanks to the gas mask. If i ever find that guy who sold me this thing, i will hug him. No, scratch that, i will BEAR hug him!

Slowly i noticed a gradual change in temperature and weight, my back getting heavier as the phone in my left pocket shut itself off with a quick vibration as my vision returned. I felt a cool breeze against my hands as i simply flopped onto what i could only assume to be sand. I was going to wait this out and hope that this was nothing but my mind fucking with me for the lols.

I was wrong. Very wrong. I knew i was wrong because my nose stuck out in my face and my back was extremely uncomfortable, the sound of your everyday empty beach invading my ears as i looked up to the blue sky. Britain's weather was never like this, if it was then it wasn't for this long.

Slowly lifting myself up there was an immediate change i noticed. My gas mask was sticking out in-front of me, covering up something that i could feel. It felt wrong as everything i had did too. Raising my left hand to my mask i spotted a furry white hand in replacement of my hand. I simply stared at it. It looked wrong. It felt wrong. But it was Too real to be wrong and as such i sighed, giving up on any attempt at finding the logic behind this. I had given up with logic altogether roughly a year ago after i decided to try and play ArmA 3 For a good hour or two. Flying tanks and glitchy quadbikes ended any attempt for the game to see logic.

I looked around at my surroundings. It was an empty beach with a forest nearby, a dirt road running past it and through the normal forest. The forest contained every-day trees you would see in a forest. Nothing odd about it at all. Sighing, i put both my hands on my helmet and closed my eyes, trying to make any sense out of what i was seeing. Do i even exist anymore? Why did this happen to me? Am i high?

I just couldn't find any reason for it. And as such i didnt even attempt to justify anything.

I took my bag off my back and threw the 'Buzzsaw' to the ground from its sling as i became not only lighter, but more... comfortable in a way, as though trapped limbs had been released. I stretched my arms back and felt them touch something fluffy, to which i froze on the spot and turned around. No matter how much i span around i couldn't get it in-front of me or away from me, so naturally i was creeped out.

I pulled out my phone to do the one thing i never enjoyed doing. In fact i despised anyone that did one of these due to how pointless they were most of the time. This was the only time i will ever forgive myself for taking one of these - a Selfie. With a flash i looked at the seemingly abnormal picture that had planted itself into the phone and my god had i changed.

I was touching what i could only assume to be my wings, as they were splayed out to the sides. Fairly large and stable, although i shouldn't be able to use them. Giving up and just accepting what i had become, with my hair having changed colour and a tail sticking out my back side i just walked down the road after returning my bag and buzz saw to their rightful positions. If you cant justify it then you cant justify it. End of discussion for me.

I had been walking for roughly 2 hours now through the forest as it gradually cleared, a sign sitting in front of me indicating a nearby settlement, the sign had the name 'Tall Tale' imprinted on it 'What a stupid name for a town' i thought grimly as i noted the name, it reminding me of the TV Show i was meant to be watching right now.

Wait...

Have i turned into an anthropomorphic Pegasus of sorts? It would only make sense considering the fact that i had a tail, what i could assume to be a muzzle under my gas mask and wings? Or...
Had i been transported into the very show i was going to watch?