Author's Note

This chapter of the story is an introduction to Paul's life so if you were expecting a lot of ponies in here, you're out of luck. Just wait for the next instalment of the story and you'll get more ponies. However, this chapter does have Twilight and Spike so you can read about Paul's life and have a pony and a dragon in there.

Catch ya'll next time!

-MrUser

Old Life

“I am Paul Sevens. I just finished my deadline of work and now I’m on my doorstep. I am a game designer as well as a gaming enthusiast. I’m not married but I have a family - two parents and a little sister. Mike is her name. Wait, what? Mike? That’s my boss. Bloody hell, my job is making me insane damn it! Sara. Sara is her name.” Paul mumbled to himself while twisting the nob to enter his small abode.

A study near the entrance of the hallway, his bedroom on the opposite side and beside it was his bathroom. Continuing, the right of the ending hallway had his kitchen and dining area with one empty, wooden table and a couple of chairs unorganised. On the opposite side was his living room with his wide T.V. And gaming equipment.

Paul ambled slowly to his study and rested his workload on his newly assembled corner desk. His monitors were still on the coarse, brown carpet, ready to be unpacked and set on his desk. Paul’s stomach growled in hunger, awaiting its next feast. He sighed to himself and chuckled lightly. He made his way to the kitchen where he stopped to see the insane mess on his counter.

A milk bottle on its side, two bowls covered in the creamy goodness (unless you are lactose intolerant), a couple of eating utensils on the floor, a box of cereal still standing but now has a moist bottom. Paul chortled to himself as he recalled what had happened to make this mess. His best friend, Miki Harris.

Two days ago, Miki wanted to come over to play some video games and do other activities together. Paul was more than enlightened and accepted the visit. Of course, they wouldn’t do anything sultry as Miki had a boyfriend. So, she came over the next day, played some online games with one another, they had fun and Miki wanted to do a challenge.

It was like the ‘Chubby Funny’ challenge but they didn’t have any marshmallows or treats so they used cereal. It didn’t end well for the both of them. Their clothing became drenched with milk, the kitchen had a stench of saliva, milk and sugar breath. Some of the cereal even got stuck on their shirt which was absolutely disgusting but that didn’t stop them. They had fun either way until Paul was called up to do nine hours of game designing the next day.

While remembering the fun times, Paul completely forgot his stomach’s needs. A long, heavy rumble escaped his stomach and Paul went straight to the fridge. Luckily, the fridge wasn’t on the milky side of the kitchen. After some time, Paul snatched an apple out of the fridge. It was a Macintosh, his favourite ever since he was a kid. He still is a kid.

His first bite became two. Then the two became four. Then the four became five and then the five became... Oh wait. He finished the apple. Somehow that filled his stomach as Paul couldn’t hear his rumbles anymore. He still felt hungry though but still had to clean the counter.

His mind began to butt in on the situation, “Okay, what do you want to do first? Starve to death or die by awful stench because I don’t want to die smelling something disgusting, okay?”

Paul informed, “Well, you’re not the body, are you?

“Okay, first off, stop talking to yourself - that’s just... No. Secondly, I’m the brain damn it! I’m the one that makes you move and think, moron!”

“Alright, alright, fine. What would you propose?” Paul enquired, arms crossed, staring up, looking like a lunatic.

“Again, with the talking,” His brain sighed in his mind, “Anyways, I think we should clean the counter and then figure out what to eat. Sound like a plan?”

Paul nodded and reached for the cloth on the sink, “Meanwhile, think about what to eat okay? I don’t want to die of starvation either.”

“Yea, yea, sure, sure.”

The cleansing of the counter was completed, and his brain thought of ordering food from The Pizza Hat. With a faint groan, Paul grabbed his phone and dialled The Pizza Hat, “Uh, hello? I would like to order a small meat-lovers and garlic bread please?”

“Any drinks, sir?” The employee asked.

“Uh, no.”

“Pick up or send, sir?”

“Send, please. My address is...” Paul becomes interrupted by a familiar voice on the other end.

“Hi Paul, it’s me Miki!” Paul couldn’t believe it.

“Oh, hi Miki! How’d you know it was me?”

“How wouldn’t I know? Your voice is very distinguishable but very unique.”

“Oh. Anyways, you know where I live so can you send it to my house?”

“Sure! On my way, BFF!”

With that done, Paul slouched on the couch and waited for his friend to come deliver pizza.

After eleven-point-three-four minutes, Paul heard a quick knock on his door. He shot up and rushed to open the door to see Miki carrying his hot food. He flung the door open revealing that it was Miki.

“Ten dollars, fifty, please.”

Paul gave her the money, but it didn’t end there.

“So, got a new job at The Pizza Hat, huh?”

She chortled at the inquiry, “Yeah, how about you? How was your nine-hour shift?”

Paul groaned, “It was tiring. Hey, do you think you can help me with some game designing? You’re probably busy and all but I really need some assistance with this. You’re an art enthusiast, right? It’s fine if you can’t and if your boyfr-”

A finger came to Paul’s mouth, “Yea, I’ll help. Just ask whenever! You know my boyfriend won’t kill you, you Silly Billy. Anyways, I’ve got to go. Boss is waiting for me. See you soon!”

Paul said his goodbyes and waved to Miki as she made her way to her vehicle. Unfortunately for them, it was their final goodbye, for now.

Paul slowly walked towards his living room and placed his food on the table. He opened the box and immediately took out a slice and shoved it down his throat. Damn, he was hungry.

There was one more slice left on the soggy box, but Paul had already dozed off on the couch. His fingers were soggy as well as some traces of sauce.

Paul groaned as one of the sun’s beams hit his delicate eyes. Finally, he was awake but not fully. He extended his limbs while yawning. Then he fell back onto the couch, closing his eyes until he heard a buzzing sound.

“Ah, what the hell?” Paul glanced around for the buzzing noise, but it was nowhere to be found.

The buzzing was heard again and now Paul was frustrated. He held his head up and searched for the buzzing noise and he realised it was his phone. The buzzing had ceased and he checked his phone.

“Seven unseen messages and four miss calls? Now who in the-” Paul found out who was doing this, his little sister.

“Oh, now I remember. It’s a Saturday.” Paul looked at what Sara sent.

7:23am - You awake brother?

7:34am - How about now?

7:38am - MISSED CALL

7:54am - MISSED CALL

7:56am - Where are you?

7:59am - Anyways, have you watched the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic yet like I asked you too? I mean I know I’m 17 but it’s a decent show to watch.

8:02am - You should watch it, maybe you’ll even become a brony! Haha, how funny would that be?!

8:04am - MISSED CALL

8:06am - Anyhow, you up to play games today or you busy with work?

8:10am - If not, just tell me later when you’re awake. LOL :3

8:13am - MISSED CALL

“Wait what? My Little Pony? I should text her back on that.” Paul thought.

He typed, “Uh no, I haven’t seen the show yet. I don’t know if I would watch it though. I mean, I’m 22. Do you really think I’ll watch a childish show with work in the way? No offense. Besides that, yea! I have no work today so yea, I can game with you today. Excited!”

Seemed brother-like enough.

Paul sat up and stretched his limbs out some more before standing up and ambled to his kitchen.

He rubbed his hands together, “Alright, what do we have to eat?” He searched around in the fridge and suddenly a magenta, spiral appeared in his house, startling him. It was emitting a strange, purple glow and was floating about the ground.

“What in the hell... Is that? It looks like something from Mort & Ricky but girl-like. Huh.”

Paul crept closer to the horizontal spiral and poked it, “Doesn’t seem very dangerous.”

He placed his whole palm on the odd circle and nothing happened. Paul attempted to push it and nothing happened except for his hand in the spiral. He tried to retract his hand but it was stuck. He tried using his other hand on the spiral to push it out but ended up putting both his hands in. Now he was stuck for good. He tried forcing himself out but it was no use. He guessed that the only way out was through.

Suddenly, his whole body was sucked into the spiral and all he could see was white.

“What in Equestria came out of the portal?” A female voice exclaimed.

“Uh, this is your fault Twilight.” A raspy male voice was heard.

“My fault?” She basically screeched, “You were the one that forced me to do the portal spell and now I to wait a hundred years to do that spell again!”

Paul groaned because his discomfort lying on the floor and slowly regained his vision. Once his sight fully recovered, he couldn’t believe it. He was glancing upon a thistle-coloured (search it up) mare and a green and dark thistle-coloured... Thing. Paul didn’t know what that is. An overgrown lizard? A hybrid of a dragon and a kid?

“Well, the human is awake, Twi.”

A feminine gasp filled the room, “Oh Celestia, help me. Um, are you alright?”

Paul backed up hastily, hyperventilating, “Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?” The questions came at the two like bolts of lightning.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” The female crept closer to Paul, attempting to calm him down.

“But to answer your questions... I am Princess Twilight Sparkle and you’re in Ponyville, Equestria. Right now, you’re in my castle. Why you’re here? There no reason to back that up. You got here by Spike’s underestimation of my magic. Oh, uh, that’s Spike over there.”

Paul glanced behind Twilight and spotted Spike sitting on a large, crystal table with 7 crystal chairs surrounding it.

“Ah... Huh. Another question,” Paul finally calmed himself, “Is Spike an overgrown lizard or a hybrid between a dragon and a human?”

Twilight laughed hysterically at the inquiry but Spike sat there with his arms folded, “Well you got one part right.”

After Twilight had calmed herself at the misunderstanding, she responded, “Spike is a dragon.” She was still snickering after her statement.

The ball had hit Paul’s head, “Oh...! Sorry Spike.”

“Don’t mention it, seriously don’t,” Spike replied, “Time for me to ask a few questions. Who are you?”

Paul realised he hadn’t introduced himself, “Oh yes, I’m Paul Sevens. I’m a-”

Paul was interrupted, “Wait, wait, wait. Sevens? Like the number seven?”

He nodded, “Yes, with an ‘s’ on the end.”

“Okay, continue.”

“I am Paul Sevens.” Paul is stopped again but not because of Spike. He spotted Twilight with a quill and notepad with her, ready to jot down anything. She even had a creepy smile stretched across her face.

He resumed, “I am a game designer, twenty-two years old, the eldest in my family-” Paul was stopped again but not because of anyone else. It was the thought of his family, then his belongings, then his occupation, then his wealth and, finally, his friends.

“I-I’m sorry to stop but is there any way to get me back?” He asked in a shaky voice.

Spike and Twilight looked at each other and Twilight responded, “To answer that, answer this. Do humans live for about one hundred or more years?”

Knowing what she was implying, Paul placed his hands on his head and began messing up his hair, hyperventilating and panicking. Who knew this was going to be his first day of living in a new odd beginning? (Roll credits)