Nova

“So, how have you been Anthony?” Doctor Fillmore was Anthony's doctor and psychiatrist.

Anthony just remained silent.

“Anthony?” He asked again. Anthony just looked at the ground silently with no response.

“I'm not Anthony...” He finally spoke up.

“Oh, so you're Anthy then?” Dr. Fillmore asked him. Anthony suffered from Dissociative Identity Disorder, and would prefer to be called either Anthony or Anthy.

“Yes.” His responses were somewhat straightforward and without much emotion.

“How are you today?” Fillmore had to be careful with his questions when talking to Anthy, as he had a rather violent personality and various forms of being triggered.

“I am feeling... amazing.” He finally looked up at Dr. Fillmore, wearing a devilish smile on his face.

“Really? Please tell me more.” He quickly grabbed his pen and a notepad to write down anything he may find interesting for a diagnose.

“I ran over a dog on my way here and destroyed all of Anthony's ponies.” He smiled at his somewhat perverse actions.

“Okay then, why would you do these things?” He asked as he finished writing down some information. He was worried that one of these days, Anthony would get into a serious mess caused by Anthy.

“It makes me feel alive.” Anthy turned his head back down. Fillmore had learned it that usually when he does this it means he is 'changing' personality.

“Anthony? Is that you?” Dr. Fillmore asked, trying to get him to focus on him.

“Doctor...” It definitely was Anthony this time. You could tell by the way he sounded.

“Good. Anthony, I was just talking to Anthy,” The doctor preferred to talk to Anthony, as he was a lot safer more fun to be around.

“Hey, doc, wait... you talked to Anthy? What did he say?” Anthony was rather nervous; since whenever Anthy took over, he was bound to get into some trouble.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you, for safety reasons.” Fillmore also knew for a fact that both of them could talk to each other in his head, but he preferred not to tell him.
“So, Anthony, are you going to be spending Christmas with your family this year?” He asked. Anthony had a bad history with them due to his mental health.

“Doubtful, but I would love to.” Anthony replied, a faint smile on his face.

The session ended, and Anthony found himself walking back to his apartment.
He had two personalities, but he also suffered from anxiety and depression, and it didn't help much that Anthy was mocking him.

For the last 8 years, Anthony was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, and this cause him to break away from his family farther with each passing year. When he turned 17, he couldn't take it anymore. He decided it was better if he just entered an institute to help him. However, this only worked for a year, and when Anthy got him into a serious mess with one of the other patients, he left there as well.

So for the last two years, the only contact he has with his family is through letters, and those only come twice a year: for his birthday and for Christmas.
But not all was bad; at least he had his favorite show, My little Pony.
He found out about this a few months after he left the institute. It was the only thing that brought a smile to his face. Sometimes , he would wish he could just live amongst the ponies and frolic through all of Equestria.

It was December 21st, and he had not received a letter from his parents. He knew for sure that they would prefer him dead than existent. That way, they didn't have to send him anything. But by the looks of this year, they had apparently forgotten about him. At least he knew they would be happy, and that made him feel good.

'Hey, I hope you like the surprise I left you.' Anthy just grinned as Anthony headed into his room. Anthony gasped in horror as he found all of his pony toys dismembered, burnt, and overall destroyed.

“What the hell? Why!” Anthony yelled out even though the person he was talking to was in his head.

'What? You can't expect me to just feel comfortable around all this gay-ass pony stuff; you're supposed to be a man, not some namby-pamby no-life looser that watches shows for little girls.' He simply laughed at his work as Anthony knelt down to grab the leftovers of his happiness.

'But it's what makes me happy...' Tears started to form around his eyes. Memories of all the horrible stuff Anthy has done started to come back, but none of them compared to this. Suddenly, Anthony froze.This meant he went into some form of trance, Anthy talking inside his head as if he was just another person.

“I'm sick and tired of your shit Anthy! This is the last thing I tolerate from you!” Anthony shouted out. Anthy was just a few feet away from him, grinning like a maniac.

'What are you going to do? Kick my ass? Go ahead! Come at me bro!' Anthy said, spreading his arms apart as if he were inviting Anthony to give him a hug.

"That's exactly what I plan!" Anthony started running at him, ready to to strike first, but before he even had the chance to, Anthy attacked first with a kick plastered directly on his nose.

“Not so manly, I see.That show turned you into a total wuss.” Anthy said, wiping his hands in a sign of victory.
Back in the real world, Anthony's phone started to ring, causing him to snap back to his physical body. His nose was bleeding, which was strange; nothing that happened in his mind ever affected him in real life. He simply grabbed some paper and jammed it in his nostrils. The thing with Anthy was that on the rare occasion that he had actual control of the body, hell broke loose

“Hello?” Anthony greeted as he finished putting the pieces of paper in his nose.

“Hey, Anthony! How are you, bro?” It was one of Anthony's few friends. Sadly, he was a bit of a smoker, and would often call him when he was high.

“S'up Dylan, where are you?” Anthony didn't really like to talk to him, but it was the only social interaction he had with friends.

“No fucking clue man. Hey, you wanna come?” He asked, defiantly high as hell.

“No thanks, I'm a bit tired. I think I’m going to sleep already,” Anthony replied. It had been a long, suckish day, and now all he wanted was to sleep.

“That's fine, man; I'll just hang here with this weird-ass clown dude,” Dylan said, before hanging up his phone. How he was still alive, Anthony had no clue, but he didn't wish for it.

“Only 4 more days 'till Christmas twenty-twelve... How I wish the Mayans would have been right about the end of the world...” Anthony thought as he rested his head on his pillow before drifting off to sleep.

“If I you could choose where to spend eternity..." He sighed. "I would pick Ponyville.”

“Look here... A brony.”

“Looks like we'll have to show him what we do to these pony-loving queers.”

Anthony violently awoke from his slumber. He was dreaming about that horrid day at school, the day that almost caused him his life.

But something was wrong...

Anthony wasn't in his room.

'What is this place?' He thought to himself. A white room he didn't recognize wasn't quite typical for him; maybe for Anthy, but not him.

“Hello?” Anthony called out, hoping for a reply..
Suddenly, the ground started shaking and cracking. Three doors started to form out of the ruptures, one having a rather radiant blue color to it, another with the same style; only this one was of the color red, and the last one, a plain white house door.

“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” He said, rather scared of what was going on. He wasn't sure whether this was a dream or nightmare.

“Anthony Benson, you have been selected.” A powerful omnipotent voice called him.

“What the- Who's there, and where the hell am I?” Anthony was afraid now, he had no idea what in the world he was dreaming of.

“You are one of the few that have a chance to start again...”

“Start again? What does that mean?” He asked, a little more impatient; he couldn't get himself to wake up no matter what he did.

“You have lived through the end of your world.”

“Wait wait wait, so it was true? The world DID end on December 21st?” Anthony didn't really mean it, but this was somewhat great news for him.

“Yes... but due to your actions throughout your life, you now have a choice on where to spend eternity.”

“What do you mean?” Anthony asked. He didn't know from where the voice was coming from, so he just looked at the doors one by one.

“One of this doors leads to heaven, where you will be able to be with your family forever. The other leads to the underworld where with all those who committed crime and evil shall live their existence in a land filled with the worst imaginable torture there can exist.”

“And that one?” Anthony pointed towards the third and final door.

“That one... That one leads to where your heart so much hopes for and wishes to live in. Now, Anthony, I leave you to choose. Consider that what you decide is the final decision that will determine the rest of your afterlife.”

“Wait! Just one last question...” Anthony said reaching his hand out into the air as if hoping to grasp this entity before it left.

“Ask.”

“Are you god?”

“I am neither God nor Satan, I am not life or death. I am but a mere observer of those who have proven themselves worthy of a second chance.”

“Well then... Thank you.” Anthony said. After a few moments, the voice was gone, leaving Anthony to chose his life.

“Well, I guess I’ll go to heaven.” Anthony said, placing himself in front of the blue door.
“Wait... My family deserves better... A heaven without me.” As much as it hurt him, he was right, he liked his family being happy, and the only way that could happen was by not being with them.
“Hell it is then...” Anthony now placed himself in the red door. He reached for the knob and slowly began to turn it.
He stopped for a second...
“Anywhere my heart desires...” He said, shifting his head towards the third door.
“What do I have to loose?” He backed away again and moved to the third and final door before taking a deep breath.

“Here goes nothing...” He opened the door and closed his eyes before stepping inside...

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

“Make sure he's stable.”

“Okay, doctor...”

“Is he going to be alright, doc?”

“Judging by the tests we ran, he should be just fine.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Anthony slowly began to open his eyes. At first, all he saw was a gray ceiling filled with lights. Turning his head to the right, his eyesight adjusted, taking in what seemed to be a green teddy bear siting in a chair.

“Oh, good! You're awake!” Greeted a female voice

“Huh?” Anthony said, before realizing that the source of this voice wasn't just a female, but apparently a pony female- a mare.

“You sure are lucky!” The girl said again.

“Wha- Where am I?” Anthony asked, wiping his eyes with his han-... hooves?
“Wait... What the hell happened to my hands!”

“What? Wait, calm down, pal! You took quite a blow to the head.” The filly got up and moved closer to Anthony.

“Blow? What are you talking about, and where in the world am I?” Anthony said, grabbing the pony with his hoofs.

“Well, you can start by saying thanks. Right now, you're in the Ponyville hospital.” The light blue pony said.

“Ponyvi... What? Why am I here?” He said, letting her go with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, well , I was playing my lyre in the park when all of a sudden, you fell from the sky, hitting a tree, a bench, and the floor along the way.” She explained what had happened to him.

“Wait... so you mean to tell me I'm in Ponyville, in the hospital, and that I am a pony?” Anthony said, turning to look at her. She wore a confused expression, probably due to my last statement, but slowly nodded in confirmation of them.

“So... What's your name?” She asked.

“My name?” Crap, think fast! Maybe you can use your oc pony name from Earth.
“It's Nova Ignis. And what's your name?” Anthony said, stretching his hoof out.

“My name is Lyra, nice to meet you!” She said, shaking Anthony's hoof.

“Well, I guess I should let the doctor know I'm awake.” Anthony said, breaking the hoof shake.

“Yeah, that would be a good idea.” Lyra replied, smiling at him.
Anthony took some time to try and get used to the idea of not being a human anymore. Despite the whole idea that he was where he once dreamed to be in, there was something that bothered him.
–
“Thanks.” Anthony said before heading out the hospital door.

“Wait, you forgot your belongings!” A nurse called out, holding a saddlebag.

“Huh? This is mine?” Anthony said, grabbing the bag with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, you were wearing it when you came in.” The nurse told him.

“Oh, okay. Thank you.”

Anthony quickly opened the bag. Inside there was a scroll, a smaller bag, and a little box.
Anthony grabbed the scroll and started reading it.

Dear Anthony,
Live happy, and don't let the same problems from the previous world affect you again. You were given this chance along many others to fulfill your dreams and have a chance to spend your next life where it would truly make you happy. In the bag you'll find some money so you can survive until you get a stable job. The box is a little personal gift.

Sincerely,
The Observer.

Anthony smiled a bit before putting the scroll back and hanging the saddle bag on his back.
When he was done, he noticed Lyra walking out of the hospital.

“Hey, Lyra!” Anthony said, running up to her." At least he knew this pony from the show.

“Why, hey there, Ignis! Good to see they let you out quick.” She said, turning to face him.

“I was wondering, since you DID save me and all, would you like to go and grab something to eat?” Anthony asked her, blushing a bit. Only once in his life had he asked a girl out, and it didn't work out so well.

“What? You mean as a date?” She questioned him with a puzzled look on her face.

“No, just as a 'thank you for saving me' sign.” He said, chocking a bit on his words. She seemed to be caught in thought before saying,

“Sure.”