The Voice

by deeed22

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 2366

You ever have that little voice in the back of your head. You know the one that tells you to do or not do somthing? Now imagine that your that voice now for some reason and to a pony

You ever have that little voice in the back of your head. You know the one that tells you to do or not do something?

Well think no further because I am now stuck as the voice, Can't remember how long I was one. However I am very positive that I was once a human. Now I'm relegated to being the voice/advisor to generations of unicorns.

The only plus to my predicament is that I can choose to have the voice of a god "Morgan Freeman" of course or sound like the fury of hell itself. Don't know how or why, I don't question it.

This is for adoption for anyone who wants it.

I'm merely writing this to see if I can actually " drunk write" and most likely would never be finished. Not sure though, depends. and very definitely not good at it.
Testing the waters so to say.

This is from a Idea, I posted on HIE.

Published 2017-03-30 01:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-04-10 01:54:31 UTC

Prologue

Author's Note

Well, this happened. I was just curious If i could actually write.
Just to let you guys and gals know.... I really don't care if you like or hate this (Maybe, I do).

This is just a experiment to see if I can actually "Write" and as part of a bet with someone that I quote on quote "can't get a story published, if you were drunk."

"This is a test" = Words spoken
(This is a test)= Thoughts
"This is a test"= Thoughts being said

Prologue

"I hate my life".... Well I also do like it too. I mean I'm pretty sure living is what a lot of people wants deep down in their head; I thought to myself as my car is about to collide with a truck going at the speed of light. Something that I'm sure is going to hurt.... a lot.

However I'm getting ahead of my self. I should probably introduce my self and how I got here before I continue with my tale.

My name is Francis, just Francis. never really saw the point of a last name, no one uses it often. I'm in my late 20's and a pretty much nobody, basic education in life and all that.

Anyways my story started when a "friend" decided to just "Invite" himself into my house, hang a bit and decided to "demand" a ride to the station, that's less then a 15 minute walk from my place.

"I'm not driving you to the train station, I got a bad feeling about today." I said responding to the thing that has been bugging me for the last hour, while I was typing out a email to someone. "C'mon man, it's like what a 4 minute ride from your place and you know their's no such thing as bad feelings" He whined, lying on my bed and messing with the sheets even more. I just got them the way I liked it too.

"It's also a 15 minute walk from here and I know a bad feeling, when I get one" I retorted back, trying hard to ignore the petulant man-baby he is behind me. How we became friends is something that I would never know and I think it involved a brain injury and some other things.

"I'm sick here, you can't expect me to walk to the station? I'll probably fall asleep on the way their and die." He then dry-coughed a bit and did a sniffle. (Good then you'd probably stop messing with my stuff, you lazy ass.) I thought.

"Besides, I'm too tired to walk that far" He said. I know for a fact that he's lying, he spent the last 6 hours sleeping on my comfy bed and eating what little food I had left. I can feel the grin from his face behind my back, "Well, since I'm so sick and all. I guess you won't mind if I stay over for the night".

I immediately halted what I was doing, turned and stared at him. I knew he got me here, I was too "nice" to refuse him on that and that the last time he "slept" over..... lets just say it was enough to make sure it never happens again.

So now my choices are to either let him stay or to drive him. "Get your ass in the car, I'm driving" I said.
Pretty sure I can hear him smile and perhaps the bed creaking as he got up.

Needless to say a few minutes later and with him messing around in the car. My bad feeling was soon to be proven to be justified, as a truck was heading straight for me. The last words I said before the lights and the wave of pain hit was

"At least he won't fuck with the sheets anymore" I said out loud. My friend gave me a stare in what I think were our last moments.

How I woke up or "Played" Demon with a blue unicorn.

Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.

Wake up, It's me God.

Author's Note

Still drunk writing. I literally have no idea, where I'm going with this.
Drunk me is writing, as always.

Also this is somewhat now a part-time collab with LinktheLazy.

"This is a test" = Words spoken, out-loud

(This is a test)= Thoughts being thought.

"This is a test"= Speaking with to the "voice" with thoughts, How spooky.

"This is a test"= Francis or "The Voice" talking.

Wake up, It's me God.

Blue Unicorn ???

Hey, wake up. It’s me God
With a groan and pounding head, I pulled the sheets off me and roll off my bed. I felt a bit dizzy but somehow quite rejuvenated for some reason, like someone cleared it up. Can you hear me? I shake my head perhaps it might be something I drank, though for some strange reason I feel more invigorated now.

I don’t remember much from yesterday or how I got in my bed other than me wearing a ugly ~~dress~~ robe..... then the 'ritual' and then passing out after ~~panicking~~ fighting that Voiiiiccceee. I soon felt my eyes pop open as I slowly recall what happened yesterday.

Deciding to calm myself, I quickly reassured myself that whatever happened yesterday...... didn't happen at all, otherwise I wouldn't be in my nice bed and on the floor of my study, that ugly ~~dress~~ robe wouldn't be hanging on that chair over..... there.

I turned my head a bit and blanched as I saw something very familiar. The same ~~dress~~ robe I was wearing draped over a nearby chair and it was soaked with some of the potions I poured on myself. I panicked and realized that this all happened and that 'IT' was still here.

Are you awake now?

As soon as I heard that voice. It felt different from last time, instead of feeling the rage and anger. I felt a sense of clarity and calm as if something was with me and cleaning my panic and fear with a gentle touch.

With this sense of clarity on me I suddenly had questions I wanted to ask. Regarding what is going on, who are "you" and most importantly of all..... how did I end up in my bed?

So... what's the story behind that dress of yours? I mean there should be no possible way my dreams are that colorful... or even that flamboyant

The minute he asked that and with the sudden change of tone.... I was surprised and I realized the possibility of not just one voice in my head but perhaps three. I did the only thing a logical and sane person would do in my position. I panicked.

Francis
before the blue unicorn woke up

"This is boring." I said to no one in particular (Or myself). Not much to do in your 'coma' dreams, if the body your inhabiting suddenly faints on you after playing a small prank on it and all you can see is the blackness of his closed eyelids.

Now this along with the fact that I can't even sleep anymore (I rather liked sleeping, can I even get tired anymore?), move a single nerve of this body and the fact that this blue unicorn couldn't even have the common decency to faint with his eye's open at least. (Give me something to look at, at least).

While I was internally debating with myself on whether it was possible to 'dream' in a dream. I didn't notice the sounds of muffled steps (Or hoof steps to be technical) along with some neighing sounds with the hint of annoyance, along with what sounds like a giggle.

I soon noticed one of my/his eyelids being opened and was soon greeted up close to the sight of what looks like a female unicorn wearing a maid outfit, which just made it look adorable (Think like a MAN here, Francis).

Though the strange thing I noticed was that she was making neighing sounds (pretty sure, I understood what the blue unicorn was saying) and not before I noticed the horn glow and then the eyelids closed again.

After a short while (Or a long time, I think), I decided to try 'something'. Pondering on what a bodiless voice can do, I decided to just yell him awake " Wake Up you blue smurf." for about a while. It didn't work as well as I thought, didn't help when I tried to tried to do that angry voice or the voice of "Beel" as I know called it. For some reason, it didn't work as all my attempts either sounded weird or like I was on a 3 pack a day voice.

During this I also began to have suspicions that this may perhaps.... not be one of those "coma" dreams I've heard about and frustrated from my situation and at screaming at everything and getting nothing, I vented then decided to take a deep non-existent breath and calm myself a bit. Suddenly feeling a tingly feeling started, though it was and felt..... different. I decided to try a whisper, Hey, wake up. It’s me God.

Francis
After Flashback

Well it was amusing at first watching a blue unicorn run around a room in panic, while screaming like he’s on fire the first time, however the second time it was.... not as amusing. I mean it was now a bit cringe worthy with the fact that he’s running into the same furniture over and over again and screaming like I was coming at him with a axe. Despite the fact that I’ve done nothing to him (Not including the “prank”).

I should probably say something now, before he gets a concussion. I’m already getting dizzy from watching this. Are you done yet?.

That seemed to have done the trick. He seems to have suddenly stopped and from the looks of it, he seems to be standing still and pondering something (Must be this new voice I’m using).

““What, who, and HOW are you three here?” he asks me, taking deep breaths from his exertion earlier. (Strange he was panicking a lot earlier, could it be the voice?)

This leaves me in a pickle, what or who am exactly am I. Do I say I’m human? I’m pretty sure I remember being a human but since I don’t have a body, do I still count as one?. Also three voices? I don’t recall their being someone else with me…. Wait, he must be referring to the voices I’ve been doing. How do I say this...

Screw it, just gonna go the easy route. Better go with a new name and all, anything is better than Francis. “I am known as the ‘Voice’ and there is not three but one.”

“Thats impossible” he says out loud and I can sense the look of confusion on him. “There's no way you can be all three voices, I remember sensing the terror from “Baal” and how I was woken up by a "God" and feeling refreshed and clear. You just sound…. normal when compared to them” I started to feel something now, as soon as he said that. It’s a bit indescribable like how there's something light poking in the back of your head.

"About that I should probably apologize for the first voice, I was bored and second. I have no idea about the second one, I got the usual tingly feeling when I try the voices but it felt a bit different from my first time."

"Okay, I think I get it" he said in a tentative voice. I doubt it. wait, I’m beginning to think this poking are his thoughts. Gonna try think-talking with him, using my mind, Sci-fi shows don’t fail me now.

It took a bit of effort but I think I got through when I heard him. "Yeah, I'm not buying this. Their must be three of them. " It works…. and I mentally sighed (I should correct this.). " Like I told you there's only one of us in here, not three. I just told you."

This does not have the intended effect as he stiffens, began to breathe very rapidly then started to run and panic, while yelling about a thought reading monster.

(I should probably break out the "voice" again. Hope I can do it easier this time.). I think to myself, watching as he runs into the same table the second time, mentally wincing hard. Reaching inwards and trying to concentrating on getting that “voice” used earlier. Feeling that a small tingling and wanting to end this I decided to yell.

RELAX!

Franicis
Some time later

Alright…. so I learned some new things about what I can do with some “experimentation”. Which was just yelling at him to calm down while he was panicking, however I ended up using the voice of “Baal” for it.

This just worsened the situation a bit more but eventually I got it down to the other "voice" and soon it devolved to him demanding I leave his head and with me retorting that “I wish I can but I can't”. Then it went down to the name calling and accusations and after some “reassurance” that I was not a thought eating monster or a spirit, not to mention he was all tuckered out from all this (the poor thing).

"So you're not a thought eating monster nor are you some spirit from Tartarus?" He asks again. I answer him again for what must be the 4th time, "I am NOT a thought eating monster nor am I a spirit (I think). I am or was a Human.".

I then decided to cut him off before he asked what a Human was. "Let's just start from scratch. Hi, my name is "Voice” and I am not a demon or spirit of some kind . What is yours?" I sincerely hope that he takes the bait, It gets really annoying having to call him that blue unicorn with the ugly ~~dress~~ robe almost every time or having to answer more questions.

I sensed some hesitation from him, but he soon relents “My name is Blunt Mortar of the noble House “Reflection”.