Equestrian Shenanigans: What is that thing!by WindsawChaptersCold Endings and Warm Beginnings:The cold endThe Cold End pt 2.Cold Endings and Warm Beginnings:The beginning of the warm beginningThe Warm Beginning pt 2.The Warm Beginning pt 3.A WHOLE NEW WOOOOORRRRLLLLD~Cold Endings and Warm Beginnings:The cold endChapter one: The cold end (Just the beginning of a roughly typed story I thought of. You're the readers; you know what to do~) December 17th, 2012 It was pretty cold for a winter as always in the city of Wilmington. I would walk outside with a thin sweater while everyone else wore thick coats, scarves, and other things of that nature. North Carolina sadly did not have much snowfall even during the coldest of winters. I personally loved the snow. A smooth, glowing coat of the substance sometimes portrayed as cocaine in those funny animal memes, had always filled me with joy. On days like this there was no school, no work, and the nearby forest had been given a completely new and attractive look that made me want to explore it. Christmas was also right around the corner so my excitement had officially been doubled. I woke up this morning feeling great. As I sat up, I let a yawn pass my lips as I wore only boxers and a tank-top. I stretched, both arms in the air, then motioned to slide out of the bed. I hit the floor with my feet and stood only to hear a few pops escape from my spine. I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It was a pretty normal bathroom. Complete with a shower/bathtub along with a sink, mirror, and toilet. While brushing my hair and teeth I saw a man. I'm 22 and moderately tall I suppose. I'm 5”7 with light brown skin, brown eyes that would get me some compliments from time to time, and flat, medium cut, black hair. After taking care of everything hygiene wise, I proceeded to wash my face and get dressed in gray pants and a black turtle neck sweater. I grabbed my glasses and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I walked downstairs, bumping into the railing after my right leg left the last step. My townhouse wasn't all bad. I had a pretty nice TV along with an Xbox 360, PC, and a pretty comfy couch to spend my valuable time on. Although, it wasn't that large when compared to others. But what really makes this room awesome is the Cave Johnson portrait that hangs over my other photos. Some might say that it may not be much but it is impossible for the word “bad-ass” or any variation of the word to go unsaid by any guest that walks in through my front door. And the fact that my room has ponies and mini Aperture sentries inside for security purposes makes my room 20% cooler and whole lot safer than most. Without someone to tell me “no” I've spent most of my money on things related to internet memes and video games. It may be bad money management but at least my house isn't as bland as any normal home. Although, it' amazing how much a job at Game stop and a friend of mine's small computer repair shop will get you. When I got to the kitchen I made some eggs and pancakes for my breakfast. As I ate a single tear slid down my face due to the lack of bacon caused by last night's spectacular events which was just me and a few acquaintances playing games all night until 3 a.m.. I drowned my pancakes, which I added cinnamon to the batter, in butter flavored syrup. After breakfast I decided to leave the house. I was invited to a party at my friend Brandon's this afternoon.I had been told that it starts around 9 but my love for the winter weather would not allow me to stay inside all day even though my couch full of marshmallows was inside along with my Xbox controller and my Princess Luna plush resting on it. As I walked out the door I was greeted by a gust of wind. The snow on the yard was untouched, a fresh blanket replaced the grass. I lived on the edge of the neighborhood so the forest was on the right side of my house. I would occasionally have deer walk across the yard or rabbits in the bushes because I was so close. There was a path leading to the innards of the now white labyrinth of a forest. As I followed the trail it turned, twisted, descended, and ascended. I soon found myself standing in front of an old building. This interested me because I've never seen it before even though I've been here like a million times. Putting “Explore the Abandoned Building” on my quest list, I made a mental note of how to get back to this spot and went back the way I came. It was 1 in the afternoon and I was actually sweating despite the fact that it was under 20 degrees and I was only wearing a sweater. It wasn't even that thick and the sun was also covered by clouds. I went inside allowing more wind inside my house along with snow and decided to play something and screw around until the party. 3 Hours later “THE HACKS”, I yelled with my best Dr.Hax impression into my mic while playing TF2. Some spy just backstabed me for the third time and I couldn't get through to him. To be honest with you, it's been a while since I've played tf2. I've been preoccupied with pony related things and work. A few seconds after killing a medic and a heavy by shooting them with my force-a-nature I finally got the bastard spy. I had made a megusta face and a faint “squee” came out of nowhere. I looked around only to find my Luna plush sitting on a pillow. I looked at her questioningly, assuming that the sound couldn't have come from it and I didn't think that a voice box was a feature included when I bought it. I dug my finger into her side to check but found nothing. "Meh, must've been from the game", I thought as I continued playing. Around 9 I was all dressed up and ready to go. I wore a green and black striped tie, a black dress shirt, black pants, and nice black shoes. I had what I needed and was ready to go. Although, what I wasn't ready for was if I saw her or not. I'm telling you right now, I can't stand seeing or even being near an ex. It kills me and makes me feel a bit queasy and uncomfortable. The Cold End pt 2.(N/A: Not my usual thing here with the tragedies and the romance and the awww ya know what Imma talkin about.) The Party As I walked into Brandon's house the music that was playing filled my ears at a deafening volume. Seeing that just about every room in his house had been filled to the brim with people I knew, people I hated, your usual party crashing thunder cunts, and the obvious group of sluts who would do anything for a drink. Seeing that he was no where to be found, I decided to look upstairs instead. While making my way to the stairs, which were located back near the door, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. My eyes shifted from left to right expecting you know who to pop up but instead I'm met by an eager Brandon Williams. "Hey man!, I've been looking all over for you", He exclaimed patting my shoulder. "Sorry bro, just got here", I replied nervously. "Umm..Hey, she's not here is she?", I asked keeping eye contact with Brandon to decrease my chances of being noticed if she ever does show up. He scratches his head and replies with," To be honest with you, only half the people here I invited so I have no fucking clue". I sighed hard, trying to keep myself calm. "Dude, just relax and have a drink or something and maybe you'll find another one to date", he re assures. The funny thing about that is that I'm unsure if I should focus on dating anymore. I actually began to question if it was worth the effort and pain. For me, a relationship is like a trap; it's easy to fall into and it hurts like hell if you get out alive. I've never cheated or done anything wrong in a relationship, it just seems like I only attract bitches in heat for some odd reason. "Enough of this thinking", I thought, mentally slapping some sense into myself. I nodded to Brandon and he gave me a quick smile before heading off to see if anything had been smashed or shattered yet. I watched him leave then surfed to the kitchen for something small. I don't usually drink, but when I do it's only on occasion. I grabbed, without paying attention, something everyone had been taking from the counter in a plastic red cup and went outside on the back porch. The party flowed outside as well, filling the yard with trash, clothing, and empty beer cans. I took a sip of what tasted like straight vodka? VODKA?!?BLEGH!!! I didn't know I was partying with Russians! WHERE IN THE HELL IS THE RUSSIAN ROULETTE CIRCLE?!? I WANNA PLAY!!!!. I took more in anyway despite how horribly tasting it was. I took a cigarette from a small pack in my pocket that still had plenty left inside. I flicked my lighter and lit the cigarette by cupping my hands around the end do to the wind current. After I took a medium sized breath of air, I released a thin cloud of smoke from my lungs. Some of the ashes fell from the tip and into the cup. Being the good guy Greg that I am, I finished smoking and disposed of the cup inside. My stomach drops again. She's standing right at the entrance of the house. Her; the blond haired, horny, deceptive, Cuntasaurous Rex I dated for a year before she decided one wasn't enough. I didn't want to talk to her, walk by her, or even look at her. I felt like my stomach was gonna commit seppuku for dishonoring me with its pain. I didn't even want to walk in that general direction. I'd rather hope a fence and take a chance with the neighbor's vicious dog than go near her. I'd rather spew diarrhea outta mah penis and eat it. While having an angry video game nerd moment, she notices me. "Oh-shi-", I spat but before I could complete the last word she decides to start walking towards me. "!"I ran outside and ran to the side of the house. " I hear a thump and she pops up from the corner. When she saw me for the second time I had a cigarette in my mouth and a the look of a guilty teen on my face. She corners me and puts her hands on the wall. Oh god, I'd like to die or something...why did she have to be here? I might just "accidentally" hurl on her. My heart had sunk to the bottom of my shoe and my hands shook more than usual. She closes in on my neck and blasts air from her nostrils, causing me to jump a bit. "Still a submissive little boy aren't you?", she asks giggling. " I never took you for a smoker, aren't you a bit young for that?", she continues to look up at me with the same eyes she gave me the day we started dating and things were going well between us. I didn't want to answer her. If I did my voice would either get a little shaky or I'd probably say something to piss her off, not that I should care. I never liked making people angry, even when something's there fault. I've always been the nice guy since I started talking. I've dealt with my mom and everyone else in my life by either staying silent or actually proving them wrong. I've always been innocent, always been kind, and always accepting. But as you can see, it's gotten me nowhere. I pushed her off, objecting against my stomach, who apparently loves sky diving, and my heart.; to actually say something. I took a deep breath... "Why did you follow me?" "Why did you cheat on me?" "I thought it was working" 'Why didn't you tell me?" "Why are you here?" "Couldn't you have been a bit more discreet about it?" "Was the whole thing a lie?" "How far were you going to take it?" "Does love even mean anything to you?" "Why are you here?" "Why in god's name are you here?" "WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE?" My mouth was open, but I remained silent. All of these questions and more were in my head, firing like Sasha on speed. She had disappeared, she left then stopped in the same spot she appeared in. "He had what I wanted and more. Though, when he figured that out he decided to have fun with that fact. Now he's gone with some other chick. It was my fault I guess, apparently I wasn't doing it right. But with you, I felt good about myself for a time. So now, I'm asking you...if you'd like to get back together", she calmly stated. I looked at her in disbelief. I could take some of it but not all of it. The sheer fact that she thinks that she should have the privilege to even ask that. I may not express it most of the time, but I do get angry, and sometimes even to the point to where I accidentally say what ever I'm thinking. "I don't think that's gonna happen", I replied as I walked away. As much as I meant that, we've been together for what seemed like an eternity so she's always in my thoughts not many of them good now but still. "Why not?", she asked sounding a bit distressed. I would've laughed just then, because right then, for some odd reason, her pain seemed funny to me. She almost feels what I feel, but I've never been the one to torture anyone; just the victim. "You messed everything up already...I don't trust you and that will never change the fact that you're a whore.", I finally got out. I continued my walk, feeling somewhat better. The sound of then sobbing fills the area. I wanted to turn back for a split second before I realized that I've cried more than that before, that my life is, in actuality, way worse. I've been abused all my life and I now have a choice to not put up with anyone's bs. I even dated her friend for about two days and even she cheated on me even though I was apparently a "nice, sweet guy". I think I've finally done it; I've gotten past that wall somewhat. With that accomplished, I may just be able to get her out of my head for good. I'll also never date an older woman again thanks to this experience. (N/A: WHEW...alright then enough of that >_>. *sighs* Again, I don't usually do romances, tragedies, and things like that so if anyone could give me some advice....that would be appreciated...) Cold Endings and Warm Beginnings:The beginning of the warm beginning(N/A: Sorry I missed a few days guys...Had to go accompany my grandmother when she had some surgery to remove some cancer, staying with family that doesn't really like talking to me for some reason ( may be financial class differences or my awkwardness that was described to be Fluttershy like here on good 'ol FIMFIC) and the power's acting up as well as my depression so again, I couldn't post. Kinda have a lot going on lately. I typed this up pretty late so if it seems off tell me >_> I've been pretty off since Thursday which makes my writing adequate on occasions) Also, if you do think it's not that good then I'll definitely revise what ever I need to) Chapter 3: The beginning of the warm beginning: Soon after that unwanted meeting at the party, I found myself walking home in the cold snow. I felt pretty good about telling her off finally. But I also felt miserable. Brandon caught up with me before I attempted to leave before the party ended. He tried to cheer me up by saying,” You could get a girl within a heartbeat”, even though he and I both knew that if I did my relationship would have the same bad ending. I felt a tear slowly glide down my right cheek as I thought about my future; relationship wise. “Is there any point?” “How many times has it been? 6, 7, maybe 8 times this has happened?” “I’ve always done the right thing and I’ve always given the person I love all the attention they’d liked. I’ve done the right amount of flirting compared to the rest of the horn dogs who somehow get more attention than I do.” “Could I ever be a lying, cheating, self-centered dick? PFFFFT! No…it’s not in my nature…” With all of my thoughts clouding all of my other senses, allowing myself to run on auto pilot across the street, I was almost hit by a car. The driver honked and I could hear some cursing from the distance. I yelled “sorry “as loud as I could and kept walking. Half way there, I decided to smoke again. I took in another breath and exhaled. I realized that my house was right around the corner as I took another breathe. I didn’t want to smoke inside so as soon as I hit the door I sat on the steps that led to my door. After a few minutes of thinking, a small kitten made its way over to my foot. Realizing this, I decided to lower my hand. It sniffed my index finger for a second, and then nuzzled it affectionately. I scratched its little furry head lightly. It then began purring and rubbed against my leg. But suddenly, a car flew by and to my avail, scared him or her, off. I sat there for a second; for some reason, my mind went blank. I stood up and returned to my fortress of solitude hoping I’d never need to go out into public again. Once inside, I rushed upstairs and flung myself onto my bed. I could only sigh and think until I finally drifted to sleep. After a few hours, I found myself in the part of the forest where that old abandoned building was. The only light allowing me to see anything in the surrounding area was the moon. I studied the building, noticing every broken and boarded window, every dent in the door frame, the broken lock, and the graffiti sprayed on the little office like building. “Must’ve been for forest rangers or something?” I thought as I began to walk towards the little office. It was strange though; these forests did have man-made trails but they were pretty hard to see with the grass and trees growing anywhere and everywhere at their own leisure. I felt a slight chill trace my spine and despite my bad feelings about this place I decided to walk towards it anyway. As I reached for the door a thought speed through my mind; “WHEN DID I WAKE UP?” Suddenly, the doorknob shattered like glass along with the rest of the door followed by the building. I backed away and all that was left was a bright light that just sat there in place of the building. I just stood there and gawked. I know my dreams can get pretty weird but this was new to me. I was the kind of guy who thought that when something was wrong, your dreams might contain subliminal messages that, if read right, could help you somehow. Although, believing in that, most of my dreams involve either something completely random or something or someone trying to hurt me. I don’t know why but I motioned towards the light. As soon as I was just about to touch the light, the ground itself shattered just like the door and at a faster pace. I soon found myself falling for a while which felt like hours until I found a magic balloon. *POP* I woke up with my jimmies slightly rustled. I sat up and put my glasses on then looked around the room only to find a few ponies, some sentries, and pants on the ground. I hoped out of bed and walked down the stairs and turned on the TV About an hour later, some mail gets shoved into my slot *insert "if you know what I mean".jpg*. "?" I got off the couch, walked around and picked up the mail, and sat back down to sort through it. I found a blank navy blue envelop; there was no return or to address or stamp. I opened it without thinking and began to read: Dear whomever is reading this, I've heard that you've been pretty down lately. You're feelings have been hurt quite greatly. Your mate has left you in a way most hayness. And because of that you do not consider yourself to be of greatness You do not believe in your heart anymore. For all that has happened has left your emotions quite sore. If you would like to settle the score Meet me in a place where you go to be alone I'll be within one of your safety zones. "The forest?...." The Warm Beginning pt 2.(N/A: Hello everyponeh! Lawl, I’ve been working audio equipment for a church, organizing my schedule somewhat, and mentally prepping myself for future endeavors. I’ll try typing ahead more often because I now believe that this story could be more successful. P.s.: Are you guys getting some of my references? ^^’ I know a few might’ve been a bit obscure P.s.s.: I need a proof reader… I mean I could do it myself but I always take others opinions over my own when it comes to a product. Who knows how many grammatical errors I’ve made…) “Ummmm…” slipped out of my mouth as I could not complete my current thought. My depression had been converted into curiosity which skyrocketed more quickly than the blood pressure of an easily agitated senior surrounded by three hundred kindergartners filled with wubs and sugar. I sat back down and set the letter aside, reading the rest of my mail which was pretty much spam and a cell phone bill. After the sorting of the mail, I sat there in my chair and analyzed the letter in wonder. There wasn’t a signature, no stamp, no anything; just this poem. Just then another envelop, identical to the last slipped in through the slot. As I noticed I hurried back to the door to open it. I unlocked the door with haste then threw it open. I only found a neighborhood covered in my favorite white substance *if you know what I mean.jpg” covering everything but portion of cars and the streets. Cold air rushed though my doorway again as I stood there pondering anon’s identity and what could possibly happen if I actually decided to go. I then bent over to rip open another navy blue envelop like a child on Christmas day. It read: A Friend~… “Well I do like surprises I guess”, I said as I stood again in the door way. With my final decision made, I decided to check the building out just to see if anyone would actually show up. I walked upstairs to get dress in some clothes suitable for my own little adventure. I walked into my room, stepping over ponies, sentries, and pants, making my way to the closet then pushed the sliding door in the opposite direction. I dug through some shirts I never wear to find my favorite hoodie with a one hundred percent probability rate. This hoodie was special to me due to the fact that not only was it a black sweater with a hood on it, but I got it one day in the mail itself thanks to my old Asian friend Laura Wong. She and I were Otaku buddies back in middle school and High school. To be honest with you, she was so amazing, nice, understanding, and honest. I ask myself, whenever I look at this hoody, why I never asked her out. But then as soon as I ask that, my brain says, “You never had the courage and never will”. She’s gone now so there’s no chance of that even if I do somehow find that damned wizard from Oz to spare me some. I threw my clothes at the hamper, not exactly in it but there was an attempt. I put on a black shirt that had a picture of an old NES controller and then the sweater. I threw on some old black jeans and wore the same converses I wore to the party. And I know that I wear too much black but it’s my favorite hue I guess even though when a black man wears black it can only spell trouble *xhibit.jpg*. Fully dressed, I decided to grab one more thing. I closed the closet and made my way to my bed and pulled a chest from under it. I opened it and took out a butterfly knife that I usually take to unfamiliar places. I grabbed some thin winter gloves along with a compact backpack that held cigarettes, a flash light, a lighter, matches, batteries, a note pad, some pencils, and a sketch pad. I figured that if no one would be there then I’d have the time to sketch out landscapes or something. And the note book was for the police when they found the body. I grabbed a thermos filled with some hot tea and a cucumber sandwich from the kitchen. For some reason I felt self conscious even though I could “hoola hoop through a Cheerio”, according to the other local black people that I knew. Compared to them I probably could even though I eat like a fat ass but prefers teriyaki over fried. I tossed the sandvich in my bag, which had no more room for scrap metal, and attached the thermos to the side of the bag. Almost ready to depart, I decided that I’d take a pony to accompany me on my adventure. But which one shall I take? Vinyl? Twilight? Luna? Or Fluttershy?..... “WHY MUST IT BE SO FRIGGEN HARD TO CHOOSE?!?!?” “ummmmm…I piiiiiiick……Fluttershy.” And with that, I stuffed Fluttershy in a side pouch of the bag. I jumped down the stairs, adventure ready, and walked over to the door. I slid some headphones over my ears, under my hood and played my music on shuffle. With the two notes in my back left pocket, the butterfly knife in my hoodie, a lunch, keys, and a pony with me, I walked out into a winter that I didn’t want to wrap up anytime soon. It felt great to be out here even with thin clothing on. I loved this weather too much to hide myself from it. If it were the summer I would’ve never came out here so thank Celestia for that I suppose. Summer is like my hibernation period were I take winter and put it in my house, and drink something then sleep forever so I don’t do anything to embarrass myself. Making a now obscure “Problem Solvers” reference, I laughed slightly on the inside feeling ironically on fire and continued on. The Warm Beginning pt 3.(N/A: Sup everypony who seems to be liking my story so far~ (Glad to see that someone's actually reading it and thinks its great XD) I should be pretty free this week to write a few more chapters that will be a bit longer than they usually are or type more chapters.Although, the only reason they're so short is because I usually don't have too much time and I was intending on just making these chapters short for the small time casual readers. Just let me know if you'd like for me to extend them.Well here's chapter 5 *AS SEEN ON TV* with double the flutters to increase sales so i hope you all enjoy~ Oh hey!!! are there any artists with the free time and who possibly like me enough so far to be willing to draw for me? I'd like pictures in here.... maybe... if possible *fluttercry*....The First Human in Equestria fanfic had some of its own music and artwork...so.. it was kinda awesome.... T^T) I was starting to feel strange in this forest, now of all times. I didn't notice but the forest seems different somewhat even though its looks never changed. Its beautiful blanket was still there and covered everything. It was just the feeling of being there. Maybe it was because I thought no one else knew about this place which might've made it seem special to me? It was as if I was going into a public place despite all of the furry citizens who lived here. It just didn't feel like my "safety zone" anymore and I'm sure there has to be someone out there who knows that feel. Well at least I didn't have to work today or else I would've had to come some other time I guess. The cold wind started to pick up a bit and I was beginning to crave bacon. It blew into my face, making me regret not bringing any goggles. I pulled my hood down a bit further and continued my Pokemon journey without my favorite Lucario and Cunthole Steve Pokemon trainers. This trail looked like something you'd find in a winter themed postcard or a winter themed wallpaper that would even fill a person who hated nature with FlutterWonder. The trees covered most of the trail, being mostly evergreens and all, and there were only small openings for the light to pierce through. I took my phone out and took three pictures, wishing that an animal would show up so it would be like a game of Pokemon Snap or Dead Rising without the zombies so pretty much Rising or just a day in the life of photographer Frank West. And without my trusty manikin torso I don't exactly know how I'd fair off against those zombies anyway unless this were Resident Evil or something. Anyway, I came up to a small pond with stones in it and just stood there. "GET FIRED UP FOR MOST EXTREME ELIMINATION CHALLENGE!!!" "Hello,I'm Vic Romano and sitting next to me as always is Kenny Blankenship." "LET'S GET STARTED!!!" "DAMN IT BRAIN!!!" ".... God, If I could punch my brain I probably would", I silently thought to myself while holding in a laugh caused by the MXC reference. With ease, I hoped over the stones that sat in the small pond which made a noticeable trail made by only a few flat stones and didn't end the long way leading to the other side of the pond itself, but across the thinnest area of which both sides were just about three to four feet away from each other. I couldn't think of the name of it at the time but it was pretty much the waistline of the pond. "I guess it was for pickup trucks or something; I mean the entire trail itself is pretty wide", I thought while I continued walking after making it across the partially frozen trail. I felt my stomach trip and my heart bend over to see if he was ok. I wanted to find out whether or not this person really was a friend or if this was just some kind of prank. I ignored my feelings and continued. I broke into a sprint to make it through those turns and curves, those descending hills, and those dastardly ascending hills. The shack was sitting right there a few yards away from me. The rest of the trail went into another direction but there was an opening in the great wall of trees that still the size for a pickup truck khan climb and make its way through. I took a few steps back, yelled "beep beep", and ran up the slope slipping a few times before I hit the top which I had to dive for to prevent myself from actually falling back down. I got up and brushed myself off, then walked up to the office. "Well I'll be damned, I'd make a pretty good ice climber", I thought with out a rope, thick Eskimo coat, or a pick axe in my hand. I also can't freeze others or shoot ice so that's another thing I guess. I just about made it when another gust of wind flew by and pecked my cheek that somehow managed to make me shiver for a few seconds making me wish I also brought my Aperture Science scarf for my spine or just a hug from Fluttershy... either or would've done fine. I decided to take my small note pad down and jot down: December 19th, 2012 Well I was told to come to this office like place by a "friend" who wants to meet me and I made it. I know it's a few days till Armageddon (sorry to the children who were looking forward to Christmas this year) but if someone does find this note pad then I am more than likely dead. And with that I used the two notes I received from anon and crafted a book mark for that page then stuffed the new item back into my bag. Now that that was taken care of, I took my knife from my hood and hid it within my sleeve feeling like a sharp dresser. And with Fluttershy on my side I reached for the handle of the door to the one story building. Although, right when I almost touched the doorknob I was reminded of that dream. I threw hesitation's ass out the window as I slowly, but sure enough, opened the door. There wasn't anyone there. Just chairs that were either empty or broken and horribly dusty. There was a small receptionists desk in the front made entirely out of gilded doorknobs. Ok, obviously I'm joking about it being made entirely out of gilded doorknobs...I just wanted to laugh. It was an average looking one just twenty percent dustier. Beside the door were concession machines such as Pepsi coolers and snack machines which were empty. What seemed to be the Head's office was down the hallway along with a door labeled freezer and a few other office doors. I walked back to the head office, still undecided on what kind of office this was, and opened the door. There was a dinosaur of a computer being itself on a desk with a desk chair behind the desk. I wasn't gonna hate but that was some pretty soft hardware. I decided to sit in the desk chair behind the desk and light a cigarette in disappointment. As I took my first breath, I took Fluttershy and sat her in my lap. I kind of just sat there for an hour and pondered about nothing when suddenly, I decided to explore this place a little more with Fluttershy. I stuffed her in my hood, tucked under my neck and walked to the first door from the left, which was the freezer. It was actually kind of dark in there. There was no light, it smelled, and there wasn't really much in there. I closed the door and entered the room behind me which led me to a break room. I looked around only to find a really old microwaving, some broken glass, graffiti, panties, and beer cans. I closed the door with even more disappoint and found another door that was skinner than the rest. Curiously I opened it and discovered a ladder leading up and decided climb up it. When I was already a few inches away from the ground I realized something; the building only has one floor. I decided to slide down but a force shot me shot me or pulled me up into darkness. A WHOLE NEW WOOOOORRRRLLLLD~(N/A: Sup everypony, there's another chapter. >3> I've kinda been neglecting my other stories due to trips to Raleigh and a few other places that kept me from being home all day so meh...well that and I got Splinter Cell:Chaos Theory. But anyways, I'm here now so there. Looks like someone forgot to shave this morning.....) "HOOOOLYDEEPFRIEDJESUSTICKS", I yelled just before the sight of the ladder disappeared. I threw my arms towards the ladders handles but to my avail, it was out of reach in seconds. It's like being in a vacuum; just without the dirt or stars I guess and just cold. I just began floating just then, or more like drifting really, in nothing. The only light I had was the fire from my lighter and my phone, which had a flashlight app. I took a look around only to find nothing. "Good thing Fluttershy is still here", I thought curling up into a rotating fetal position which made me think of being in a womb. "What is this place?" "Did I die?" "GOD DAMN IT! SOMETHING FELL ON MY HEAD DIDN'T IT?" ".....Why don't I fucking see these things coming anymore?" "I guess I've been out of it for a while." "Is this Purgatory?" "Am I in some kind of hell...just with out the ass rape, torture, flames, and daily skin peelings I've been hearing about?" "Or do those places from the story books not really exist" "Is this some sort of response for one of my previous wishes for it all to end?" "So much I should've done...." All I could seem to do is ponder, question, and think about these things for it seemed as though I wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. "I wonder how long this will last." "Eternity?" "That dream must've been a warning...that I didn't really heed or notice the coincidence of the notes and the dream itself..must've forgotten... again." "Oh well, might as well blast music into my ears until the batteries go kaput", I thought while placing my hands behind my head, in a hammock position, and playing "Tell You" by Casey Lalonde. After not seeing any magic balloons after a few hours I began to get tired and fell asleep after a while. "I had a dream", is what a great man said once, but now I guess I'm saying it. In my dream, fell into that forest with a sharp thud. Or at least I think it was but anyway, a statue of me stood there in place of the building that I'm either dead or unconscious in. I approached it with caution and ran my finger against its cheek, feeling smooth marble. I looked depressed and lonely due to the fact that I saw tears running down my cheeks and I was sitting in somewhat of a thinker pose. I sat my Fluttershy in the statue's lap, not really thinking about it, but ponies can cheer me up rather quickly on occasions. The forest's mute button was accidentally pressed then unpressed which weirded me out a bit. I turned around to see two more mii's...or me's. One was happy, with a heroic pose, a definite smile that gave his face a confident look. And the other was angry looking. His face looked as if he was shouting at something. From pretty much no where, a wolf walks up and sits down beside the crying statue. The wolf's eyes were grey and its fur was a deep black. The floor froze leaving paw shaped patches made of ice on the ground as he made his way over to it. A few broken marble columns began to rise from no where over the statues, that wolf, and me forming something that looked like a garden, or a shrine or something. I watched as these columns rose from the ground taking a quick look around. I heard the sound of a light switch being flicked and suddenly, the moon showed itself in the sky. The wolf decided to walk up to me and sit on its haunches. For some reason, I wasn't really afraid of it because of this whole set up. I bent down and asked him "Ummmm...Hey, do you know where I am exactly?". He lifted his paw to me and shook it a few times as a signal to grab it I guessed. I took his paw, looking at him a little awkwardly and my hand started getting really cold. Just then the wolf opened his mouth and said "In your mind". "?" "Excuse me?", I asked without that much surprise due to the weirdness of my other dreams . "This is one of the upper levels of your mind where different aspects of yourself, memories, and in generality, your personality reside". " In other words I am you", he replied with little emotion. "This place serves as a space to where everything you think about, everything you've felt, learned, created, and thought of can live ". "The surrounding area changes it's look depending on your current emotions, thoughts, and memories". I could only look around in aw as he talked. He jumped up on me and licked my face. "Pay attention" he barked. "There's not much time so listen up boy; a pornography staring your mother with be the second worst thing to happen to you". "Oh yeah..he's me", I thought. "Who else wants to make a reference the chance he gets to make people laugh." The only reason I'm not being entirely serious with you now is because at this point you'll need all the friends you can find at the moment and a quick way to understand things so don't expect me to make as many jokes next time we meet". "But seriously, there's not much time so listen; you're gonna wake up soon", he stressed." You're about to wake up and you need to know that you were tricked and that you're not dead...that, and shit's only going to get crazier from here on out cause your entire body just realized that you're falling". "What?", I asked in confusion. He got up and moved back a few inches. I stood and stared at him, still wondering what he meant. Just then, my body flash froze. It looked as if I had been stabbed with a spy-cicle. I woke up finally to find that I really was, in fact, falling. I could see the ground a few thousand feet away from me. I could barely move due to the speed I was coming in at. Not only that but I could only squint my eyes. I tried blinking but within a split second I crashed into a dirt ground with such speed that my body bounced until I finally came to a stop.
Cold Endings and Warm Beginnings:The cold endChapter one: The cold end (Just the beginning of a roughly typed story I thought of. You're the readers; you know what to do~) December 17th, 2012 It was pretty cold for a winter as always in the city of Wilmington. I would walk outside with a thin sweater while everyone else wore thick coats, scarves, and other things of that nature. North Carolina sadly did not have much snowfall even during the coldest of winters. I personally loved the snow. A smooth, glowing coat of the substance sometimes portrayed as cocaine in those funny animal memes, had always filled me with joy. On days like this there was no school, no work, and the nearby forest had been given a completely new and attractive look that made me want to explore it. Christmas was also right around the corner so my excitement had officially been doubled. I woke up this morning feeling great. As I sat up, I let a yawn pass my lips as I wore only boxers and a tank-top. I stretched, both arms in the air, then motioned to slide out of the bed. I hit the floor with my feet and stood only to hear a few pops escape from my spine. I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It was a pretty normal bathroom. Complete with a shower/bathtub along with a sink, mirror, and toilet. While brushing my hair and teeth I saw a man. I'm 22 and moderately tall I suppose. I'm 5”7 with light brown skin, brown eyes that would get me some compliments from time to time, and flat, medium cut, black hair. After taking care of everything hygiene wise, I proceeded to wash my face and get dressed in gray pants and a black turtle neck sweater. I grabbed my glasses and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I walked downstairs, bumping into the railing after my right leg left the last step. My townhouse wasn't all bad. I had a pretty nice TV along with an Xbox 360, PC, and a pretty comfy couch to spend my valuable time on. Although, it wasn't that large when compared to others. But what really makes this room awesome is the Cave Johnson portrait that hangs over my other photos. Some might say that it may not be much but it is impossible for the word “bad-ass” or any variation of the word to go unsaid by any guest that walks in through my front door. And the fact that my room has ponies and mini Aperture sentries inside for security purposes makes my room 20% cooler and whole lot safer than most. Without someone to tell me “no” I've spent most of my money on things related to internet memes and video games. It may be bad money management but at least my house isn't as bland as any normal home. Although, it' amazing how much a job at Game stop and a friend of mine's small computer repair shop will get you. When I got to the kitchen I made some eggs and pancakes for my breakfast. As I ate a single tear slid down my face due to the lack of bacon caused by last night's spectacular events which was just me and a few acquaintances playing games all night until 3 a.m.. I drowned my pancakes, which I added cinnamon to the batter, in butter flavored syrup. After breakfast I decided to leave the house. I was invited to a party at my friend Brandon's this afternoon.I had been told that it starts around 9 but my love for the winter weather would not allow me to stay inside all day even though my couch full of marshmallows was inside along with my Xbox controller and my Princess Luna plush resting on it. As I walked out the door I was greeted by a gust of wind. The snow on the yard was untouched, a fresh blanket replaced the grass. I lived on the edge of the neighborhood so the forest was on the right side of my house. I would occasionally have deer walk across the yard or rabbits in the bushes because I was so close. There was a path leading to the innards of the now white labyrinth of a forest. As I followed the trail it turned, twisted, descended, and ascended. I soon found myself standing in front of an old building. This interested me because I've never seen it before even though I've been here like a million times. Putting “Explore the Abandoned Building” on my quest list, I made a mental note of how to get back to this spot and went back the way I came. It was 1 in the afternoon and I was actually sweating despite the fact that it was under 20 degrees and I was only wearing a sweater. It wasn't even that thick and the sun was also covered by clouds. I went inside allowing more wind inside my house along with snow and decided to play something and screw around until the party. 3 Hours later “THE HACKS”, I yelled with my best Dr.Hax impression into my mic while playing TF2. Some spy just backstabed me for the third time and I couldn't get through to him. To be honest with you, it's been a while since I've played tf2. I've been preoccupied with pony related things and work. A few seconds after killing a medic and a heavy by shooting them with my force-a-nature I finally got the bastard spy. I had made a megusta face and a faint “squee” came out of nowhere. I looked around only to find my Luna plush sitting on a pillow. I looked at her questioningly, assuming that the sound couldn't have come from it and I didn't think that a voice box was a feature included when I bought it. I dug my finger into her side to check but found nothing. "Meh, must've been from the game", I thought as I continued playing. Around 9 I was all dressed up and ready to go. I wore a green and black striped tie, a black dress shirt, black pants, and nice black shoes. I had what I needed and was ready to go. Although, what I wasn't ready for was if I saw her or not. I'm telling you right now, I can't stand seeing or even being near an ex. It kills me and makes me feel a bit queasy and uncomfortable.
The Cold End pt 2.(N/A: Not my usual thing here with the tragedies and the romance and the awww ya know what Imma talkin about.) The Party As I walked into Brandon's house the music that was playing filled my ears at a deafening volume. Seeing that just about every room in his house had been filled to the brim with people I knew, people I hated, your usual party crashing thunder cunts, and the obvious group of sluts who would do anything for a drink. Seeing that he was no where to be found, I decided to look upstairs instead. While making my way to the stairs, which were located back near the door, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. My eyes shifted from left to right expecting you know who to pop up but instead I'm met by an eager Brandon Williams. "Hey man!, I've been looking all over for you", He exclaimed patting my shoulder. "Sorry bro, just got here", I replied nervously. "Umm..Hey, she's not here is she?", I asked keeping eye contact with Brandon to decrease my chances of being noticed if she ever does show up. He scratches his head and replies with," To be honest with you, only half the people here I invited so I have no fucking clue". I sighed hard, trying to keep myself calm. "Dude, just relax and have a drink or something and maybe you'll find another one to date", he re assures. The funny thing about that is that I'm unsure if I should focus on dating anymore. I actually began to question if it was worth the effort and pain. For me, a relationship is like a trap; it's easy to fall into and it hurts like hell if you get out alive. I've never cheated or done anything wrong in a relationship, it just seems like I only attract bitches in heat for some odd reason. "Enough of this thinking", I thought, mentally slapping some sense into myself. I nodded to Brandon and he gave me a quick smile before heading off to see if anything had been smashed or shattered yet. I watched him leave then surfed to the kitchen for something small. I don't usually drink, but when I do it's only on occasion. I grabbed, without paying attention, something everyone had been taking from the counter in a plastic red cup and went outside on the back porch. The party flowed outside as well, filling the yard with trash, clothing, and empty beer cans. I took a sip of what tasted like straight vodka? VODKA?!?BLEGH!!! I didn't know I was partying with Russians! WHERE IN THE HELL IS THE RUSSIAN ROULETTE CIRCLE?!? I WANNA PLAY!!!!. I took more in anyway despite how horribly tasting it was. I took a cigarette from a small pack in my pocket that still had plenty left inside. I flicked my lighter and lit the cigarette by cupping my hands around the end do to the wind current. After I took a medium sized breath of air, I released a thin cloud of smoke from my lungs. Some of the ashes fell from the tip and into the cup. Being the good guy Greg that I am, I finished smoking and disposed of the cup inside. My stomach drops again. She's standing right at the entrance of the house. Her; the blond haired, horny, deceptive, Cuntasaurous Rex I dated for a year before she decided one wasn't enough. I didn't want to talk to her, walk by her, or even look at her. I felt like my stomach was gonna commit seppuku for dishonoring me with its pain. I didn't even want to walk in that general direction. I'd rather hope a fence and take a chance with the neighbor's vicious dog than go near her. I'd rather spew diarrhea outta mah penis and eat it. While having an angry video game nerd moment, she notices me. "Oh-shi-", I spat but before I could complete the last word she decides to start walking towards me. "!"I ran outside and ran to the side of the house. " I hear a thump and she pops up from the corner. When she saw me for the second time I had a cigarette in my mouth and a the look of a guilty teen on my face. She corners me and puts her hands on the wall. Oh god, I'd like to die or something...why did she have to be here? I might just "accidentally" hurl on her. My heart had sunk to the bottom of my shoe and my hands shook more than usual. She closes in on my neck and blasts air from her nostrils, causing me to jump a bit. "Still a submissive little boy aren't you?", she asks giggling. " I never took you for a smoker, aren't you a bit young for that?", she continues to look up at me with the same eyes she gave me the day we started dating and things were going well between us. I didn't want to answer her. If I did my voice would either get a little shaky or I'd probably say something to piss her off, not that I should care. I never liked making people angry, even when something's there fault. I've always been the nice guy since I started talking. I've dealt with my mom and everyone else in my life by either staying silent or actually proving them wrong. I've always been innocent, always been kind, and always accepting. But as you can see, it's gotten me nowhere. I pushed her off, objecting against my stomach, who apparently loves sky diving, and my heart.; to actually say something. I took a deep breath... "Why did you follow me?" "Why did you cheat on me?" "I thought it was working" 'Why didn't you tell me?" "Why are you here?" "Couldn't you have been a bit more discreet about it?" "Was the whole thing a lie?" "How far were you going to take it?" "Does love even mean anything to you?" "Why are you here?" "Why in god's name are you here?" "WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE?" My mouth was open, but I remained silent. All of these questions and more were in my head, firing like Sasha on speed. She had disappeared, she left then stopped in the same spot she appeared in. "He had what I wanted and more. Though, when he figured that out he decided to have fun with that fact. Now he's gone with some other chick. It was my fault I guess, apparently I wasn't doing it right. But with you, I felt good about myself for a time. So now, I'm asking you...if you'd like to get back together", she calmly stated. I looked at her in disbelief. I could take some of it but not all of it. The sheer fact that she thinks that she should have the privilege to even ask that. I may not express it most of the time, but I do get angry, and sometimes even to the point to where I accidentally say what ever I'm thinking. "I don't think that's gonna happen", I replied as I walked away. As much as I meant that, we've been together for what seemed like an eternity so she's always in my thoughts not many of them good now but still. "Why not?", she asked sounding a bit distressed. I would've laughed just then, because right then, for some odd reason, her pain seemed funny to me. She almost feels what I feel, but I've never been the one to torture anyone; just the victim. "You messed everything up already...I don't trust you and that will never change the fact that you're a whore.", I finally got out. I continued my walk, feeling somewhat better. The sound of then sobbing fills the area. I wanted to turn back for a split second before I realized that I've cried more than that before, that my life is, in actuality, way worse. I've been abused all my life and I now have a choice to not put up with anyone's bs. I even dated her friend for about two days and even she cheated on me even though I was apparently a "nice, sweet guy". I think I've finally done it; I've gotten past that wall somewhat. With that accomplished, I may just be able to get her out of my head for good. I'll also never date an older woman again thanks to this experience. (N/A: WHEW...alright then enough of that >_>. *sighs* Again, I don't usually do romances, tragedies, and things like that so if anyone could give me some advice....that would be appreciated...)
Cold Endings and Warm Beginnings:The beginning of the warm beginning(N/A: Sorry I missed a few days guys...Had to go accompany my grandmother when she had some surgery to remove some cancer, staying with family that doesn't really like talking to me for some reason ( may be financial class differences or my awkwardness that was described to be Fluttershy like here on good 'ol FIMFIC) and the power's acting up as well as my depression so again, I couldn't post. Kinda have a lot going on lately. I typed this up pretty late so if it seems off tell me >_> I've been pretty off since Thursday which makes my writing adequate on occasions) Also, if you do think it's not that good then I'll definitely revise what ever I need to) Chapter 3: The beginning of the warm beginning: Soon after that unwanted meeting at the party, I found myself walking home in the cold snow. I felt pretty good about telling her off finally. But I also felt miserable. Brandon caught up with me before I attempted to leave before the party ended. He tried to cheer me up by saying,” You could get a girl within a heartbeat”, even though he and I both knew that if I did my relationship would have the same bad ending. I felt a tear slowly glide down my right cheek as I thought about my future; relationship wise. “Is there any point?” “How many times has it been? 6, 7, maybe 8 times this has happened?” “I’ve always done the right thing and I’ve always given the person I love all the attention they’d liked. I’ve done the right amount of flirting compared to the rest of the horn dogs who somehow get more attention than I do.” “Could I ever be a lying, cheating, self-centered dick? PFFFFT! No…it’s not in my nature…” With all of my thoughts clouding all of my other senses, allowing myself to run on auto pilot across the street, I was almost hit by a car. The driver honked and I could hear some cursing from the distance. I yelled “sorry “as loud as I could and kept walking. Half way there, I decided to smoke again. I took in another breath and exhaled. I realized that my house was right around the corner as I took another breathe. I didn’t want to smoke inside so as soon as I hit the door I sat on the steps that led to my door. After a few minutes of thinking, a small kitten made its way over to my foot. Realizing this, I decided to lower my hand. It sniffed my index finger for a second, and then nuzzled it affectionately. I scratched its little furry head lightly. It then began purring and rubbed against my leg. But suddenly, a car flew by and to my avail, scared him or her, off. I sat there for a second; for some reason, my mind went blank. I stood up and returned to my fortress of solitude hoping I’d never need to go out into public again. Once inside, I rushed upstairs and flung myself onto my bed. I could only sigh and think until I finally drifted to sleep. After a few hours, I found myself in the part of the forest where that old abandoned building was. The only light allowing me to see anything in the surrounding area was the moon. I studied the building, noticing every broken and boarded window, every dent in the door frame, the broken lock, and the graffiti sprayed on the little office like building. “Must’ve been for forest rangers or something?” I thought as I began to walk towards the little office. It was strange though; these forests did have man-made trails but they were pretty hard to see with the grass and trees growing anywhere and everywhere at their own leisure. I felt a slight chill trace my spine and despite my bad feelings about this place I decided to walk towards it anyway. As I reached for the door a thought speed through my mind; “WHEN DID I WAKE UP?” Suddenly, the doorknob shattered like glass along with the rest of the door followed by the building. I backed away and all that was left was a bright light that just sat there in place of the building. I just stood there and gawked. I know my dreams can get pretty weird but this was new to me. I was the kind of guy who thought that when something was wrong, your dreams might contain subliminal messages that, if read right, could help you somehow. Although, believing in that, most of my dreams involve either something completely random or something or someone trying to hurt me. I don’t know why but I motioned towards the light. As soon as I was just about to touch the light, the ground itself shattered just like the door and at a faster pace. I soon found myself falling for a while which felt like hours until I found a magic balloon. *POP* I woke up with my jimmies slightly rustled. I sat up and put my glasses on then looked around the room only to find a few ponies, some sentries, and pants on the ground. I hoped out of bed and walked down the stairs and turned on the TV About an hour later, some mail gets shoved into my slot *insert "if you know what I mean".jpg*. "?" I got off the couch, walked around and picked up the mail, and sat back down to sort through it. I found a blank navy blue envelop; there was no return or to address or stamp. I opened it without thinking and began to read: Dear whomever is reading this, I've heard that you've been pretty down lately. You're feelings have been hurt quite greatly. Your mate has left you in a way most hayness. And because of that you do not consider yourself to be of greatness You do not believe in your heart anymore. For all that has happened has left your emotions quite sore. If you would like to settle the score Meet me in a place where you go to be alone I'll be within one of your safety zones. "The forest?...."
The Warm Beginning pt 2.(N/A: Hello everyponeh! Lawl, I’ve been working audio equipment for a church, organizing my schedule somewhat, and mentally prepping myself for future endeavors. I’ll try typing ahead more often because I now believe that this story could be more successful. P.s.: Are you guys getting some of my references? ^^’ I know a few might’ve been a bit obscure P.s.s.: I need a proof reader… I mean I could do it myself but I always take others opinions over my own when it comes to a product. Who knows how many grammatical errors I’ve made…) “Ummmm…” slipped out of my mouth as I could not complete my current thought. My depression had been converted into curiosity which skyrocketed more quickly than the blood pressure of an easily agitated senior surrounded by three hundred kindergartners filled with wubs and sugar. I sat back down and set the letter aside, reading the rest of my mail which was pretty much spam and a cell phone bill. After the sorting of the mail, I sat there in my chair and analyzed the letter in wonder. There wasn’t a signature, no stamp, no anything; just this poem. Just then another envelop, identical to the last slipped in through the slot. As I noticed I hurried back to the door to open it. I unlocked the door with haste then threw it open. I only found a neighborhood covered in my favorite white substance *if you know what I mean.jpg” covering everything but portion of cars and the streets. Cold air rushed though my doorway again as I stood there pondering anon’s identity and what could possibly happen if I actually decided to go. I then bent over to rip open another navy blue envelop like a child on Christmas day. It read: A Friend~… “Well I do like surprises I guess”, I said as I stood again in the door way. With my final decision made, I decided to check the building out just to see if anyone would actually show up. I walked upstairs to get dress in some clothes suitable for my own little adventure. I walked into my room, stepping over ponies, sentries, and pants, making my way to the closet then pushed the sliding door in the opposite direction. I dug through some shirts I never wear to find my favorite hoodie with a one hundred percent probability rate. This hoodie was special to me due to the fact that not only was it a black sweater with a hood on it, but I got it one day in the mail itself thanks to my old Asian friend Laura Wong. She and I were Otaku buddies back in middle school and High school. To be honest with you, she was so amazing, nice, understanding, and honest. I ask myself, whenever I look at this hoody, why I never asked her out. But then as soon as I ask that, my brain says, “You never had the courage and never will”. She’s gone now so there’s no chance of that even if I do somehow find that damned wizard from Oz to spare me some. I threw my clothes at the hamper, not exactly in it but there was an attempt. I put on a black shirt that had a picture of an old NES controller and then the sweater. I threw on some old black jeans and wore the same converses I wore to the party. And I know that I wear too much black but it’s my favorite hue I guess even though when a black man wears black it can only spell trouble *xhibit.jpg*. Fully dressed, I decided to grab one more thing. I closed the closet and made my way to my bed and pulled a chest from under it. I opened it and took out a butterfly knife that I usually take to unfamiliar places. I grabbed some thin winter gloves along with a compact backpack that held cigarettes, a flash light, a lighter, matches, batteries, a note pad, some pencils, and a sketch pad. I figured that if no one would be there then I’d have the time to sketch out landscapes or something. And the note book was for the police when they found the body. I grabbed a thermos filled with some hot tea and a cucumber sandwich from the kitchen. For some reason I felt self conscious even though I could “hoola hoop through a Cheerio”, according to the other local black people that I knew. Compared to them I probably could even though I eat like a fat ass but prefers teriyaki over fried. I tossed the sandvich in my bag, which had no more room for scrap metal, and attached the thermos to the side of the bag. Almost ready to depart, I decided that I’d take a pony to accompany me on my adventure. But which one shall I take? Vinyl? Twilight? Luna? Or Fluttershy?..... “WHY MUST IT BE SO FRIGGEN HARD TO CHOOSE?!?!?” “ummmmm…I piiiiiiick……Fluttershy.” And with that, I stuffed Fluttershy in a side pouch of the bag. I jumped down the stairs, adventure ready, and walked over to the door. I slid some headphones over my ears, under my hood and played my music on shuffle. With the two notes in my back left pocket, the butterfly knife in my hoodie, a lunch, keys, and a pony with me, I walked out into a winter that I didn’t want to wrap up anytime soon. It felt great to be out here even with thin clothing on. I loved this weather too much to hide myself from it. If it were the summer I would’ve never came out here so thank Celestia for that I suppose. Summer is like my hibernation period were I take winter and put it in my house, and drink something then sleep forever so I don’t do anything to embarrass myself. Making a now obscure “Problem Solvers” reference, I laughed slightly on the inside feeling ironically on fire and continued on.
The Warm Beginning pt 3.(N/A: Sup everypony who seems to be liking my story so far~ (Glad to see that someone's actually reading it and thinks its great XD) I should be pretty free this week to write a few more chapters that will be a bit longer than they usually are or type more chapters.Although, the only reason they're so short is because I usually don't have too much time and I was intending on just making these chapters short for the small time casual readers. Just let me know if you'd like for me to extend them.Well here's chapter 5 *AS SEEN ON TV* with double the flutters to increase sales so i hope you all enjoy~ Oh hey!!! are there any artists with the free time and who possibly like me enough so far to be willing to draw for me? I'd like pictures in here.... maybe... if possible *fluttercry*....The First Human in Equestria fanfic had some of its own music and artwork...so.. it was kinda awesome.... T^T) I was starting to feel strange in this forest, now of all times. I didn't notice but the forest seems different somewhat even though its looks never changed. Its beautiful blanket was still there and covered everything. It was just the feeling of being there. Maybe it was because I thought no one else knew about this place which might've made it seem special to me? It was as if I was going into a public place despite all of the furry citizens who lived here. It just didn't feel like my "safety zone" anymore and I'm sure there has to be someone out there who knows that feel. Well at least I didn't have to work today or else I would've had to come some other time I guess. The cold wind started to pick up a bit and I was beginning to crave bacon. It blew into my face, making me regret not bringing any goggles. I pulled my hood down a bit further and continued my Pokemon journey without my favorite Lucario and Cunthole Steve Pokemon trainers. This trail looked like something you'd find in a winter themed postcard or a winter themed wallpaper that would even fill a person who hated nature with FlutterWonder. The trees covered most of the trail, being mostly evergreens and all, and there were only small openings for the light to pierce through. I took my phone out and took three pictures, wishing that an animal would show up so it would be like a game of Pokemon Snap or Dead Rising without the zombies so pretty much Rising or just a day in the life of photographer Frank West. And without my trusty manikin torso I don't exactly know how I'd fair off against those zombies anyway unless this were Resident Evil or something. Anyway, I came up to a small pond with stones in it and just stood there. "GET FIRED UP FOR MOST EXTREME ELIMINATION CHALLENGE!!!" "Hello,I'm Vic Romano and sitting next to me as always is Kenny Blankenship." "LET'S GET STARTED!!!" "DAMN IT BRAIN!!!" ".... God, If I could punch my brain I probably would", I silently thought to myself while holding in a laugh caused by the MXC reference. With ease, I hoped over the stones that sat in the small pond which made a noticeable trail made by only a few flat stones and didn't end the long way leading to the other side of the pond itself, but across the thinnest area of which both sides were just about three to four feet away from each other. I couldn't think of the name of it at the time but it was pretty much the waistline of the pond. "I guess it was for pickup trucks or something; I mean the entire trail itself is pretty wide", I thought while I continued walking after making it across the partially frozen trail. I felt my stomach trip and my heart bend over to see if he was ok. I wanted to find out whether or not this person really was a friend or if this was just some kind of prank. I ignored my feelings and continued. I broke into a sprint to make it through those turns and curves, those descending hills, and those dastardly ascending hills. The shack was sitting right there a few yards away from me. The rest of the trail went into another direction but there was an opening in the great wall of trees that still the size for a pickup truck khan climb and make its way through. I took a few steps back, yelled "beep beep", and ran up the slope slipping a few times before I hit the top which I had to dive for to prevent myself from actually falling back down. I got up and brushed myself off, then walked up to the office. "Well I'll be damned, I'd make a pretty good ice climber", I thought with out a rope, thick Eskimo coat, or a pick axe in my hand. I also can't freeze others or shoot ice so that's another thing I guess. I just about made it when another gust of wind flew by and pecked my cheek that somehow managed to make me shiver for a few seconds making me wish I also brought my Aperture Science scarf for my spine or just a hug from Fluttershy... either or would've done fine. I decided to take my small note pad down and jot down: December 19th, 2012 Well I was told to come to this office like place by a "friend" who wants to meet me and I made it. I know it's a few days till Armageddon (sorry to the children who were looking forward to Christmas this year) but if someone does find this note pad then I am more than likely dead. And with that I used the two notes I received from anon and crafted a book mark for that page then stuffed the new item back into my bag. Now that that was taken care of, I took my knife from my hood and hid it within my sleeve feeling like a sharp dresser. And with Fluttershy on my side I reached for the handle of the door to the one story building. Although, right when I almost touched the doorknob I was reminded of that dream. I threw hesitation's ass out the window as I slowly, but sure enough, opened the door. There wasn't anyone there. Just chairs that were either empty or broken and horribly dusty. There was a small receptionists desk in the front made entirely out of gilded doorknobs. Ok, obviously I'm joking about it being made entirely out of gilded doorknobs...I just wanted to laugh. It was an average looking one just twenty percent dustier. Beside the door were concession machines such as Pepsi coolers and snack machines which were empty. What seemed to be the Head's office was down the hallway along with a door labeled freezer and a few other office doors. I walked back to the head office, still undecided on what kind of office this was, and opened the door. There was a dinosaur of a computer being itself on a desk with a desk chair behind the desk. I wasn't gonna hate but that was some pretty soft hardware. I decided to sit in the desk chair behind the desk and light a cigarette in disappointment. As I took my first breath, I took Fluttershy and sat her in my lap. I kind of just sat there for an hour and pondered about nothing when suddenly, I decided to explore this place a little more with Fluttershy. I stuffed her in my hood, tucked under my neck and walked to the first door from the left, which was the freezer. It was actually kind of dark in there. There was no light, it smelled, and there wasn't really much in there. I closed the door and entered the room behind me which led me to a break room. I looked around only to find a really old microwaving, some broken glass, graffiti, panties, and beer cans. I closed the door with even more disappoint and found another door that was skinner than the rest. Curiously I opened it and discovered a ladder leading up and decided climb up it. When I was already a few inches away from the ground I realized something; the building only has one floor. I decided to slide down but a force shot me shot me or pulled me up into darkness.
A WHOLE NEW WOOOOORRRRLLLLD~(N/A: Sup everypony, there's another chapter. >3> I've kinda been neglecting my other stories due to trips to Raleigh and a few other places that kept me from being home all day so meh...well that and I got Splinter Cell:Chaos Theory. But anyways, I'm here now so there. Looks like someone forgot to shave this morning.....) "HOOOOLYDEEPFRIEDJESUSTICKS", I yelled just before the sight of the ladder disappeared. I threw my arms towards the ladders handles but to my avail, it was out of reach in seconds. It's like being in a vacuum; just without the dirt or stars I guess and just cold. I just began floating just then, or more like drifting really, in nothing. The only light I had was the fire from my lighter and my phone, which had a flashlight app. I took a look around only to find nothing. "Good thing Fluttershy is still here", I thought curling up into a rotating fetal position which made me think of being in a womb. "What is this place?" "Did I die?" "GOD DAMN IT! SOMETHING FELL ON MY HEAD DIDN'T IT?" ".....Why don't I fucking see these things coming anymore?" "I guess I've been out of it for a while." "Is this Purgatory?" "Am I in some kind of hell...just with out the ass rape, torture, flames, and daily skin peelings I've been hearing about?" "Or do those places from the story books not really exist" "Is this some sort of response for one of my previous wishes for it all to end?" "So much I should've done...." All I could seem to do is ponder, question, and think about these things for it seemed as though I wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. "I wonder how long this will last." "Eternity?" "That dream must've been a warning...that I didn't really heed or notice the coincidence of the notes and the dream itself..must've forgotten... again." "Oh well, might as well blast music into my ears until the batteries go kaput", I thought while placing my hands behind my head, in a hammock position, and playing "Tell You" by Casey Lalonde. After not seeing any magic balloons after a few hours I began to get tired and fell asleep after a while. "I had a dream", is what a great man said once, but now I guess I'm saying it. In my dream, fell into that forest with a sharp thud. Or at least I think it was but anyway, a statue of me stood there in place of the building that I'm either dead or unconscious in. I approached it with caution and ran my finger against its cheek, feeling smooth marble. I looked depressed and lonely due to the fact that I saw tears running down my cheeks and I was sitting in somewhat of a thinker pose. I sat my Fluttershy in the statue's lap, not really thinking about it, but ponies can cheer me up rather quickly on occasions. The forest's mute button was accidentally pressed then unpressed which weirded me out a bit. I turned around to see two more mii's...or me's. One was happy, with a heroic pose, a definite smile that gave his face a confident look. And the other was angry looking. His face looked as if he was shouting at something. From pretty much no where, a wolf walks up and sits down beside the crying statue. The wolf's eyes were grey and its fur was a deep black. The floor froze leaving paw shaped patches made of ice on the ground as he made his way over to it. A few broken marble columns began to rise from no where over the statues, that wolf, and me forming something that looked like a garden, or a shrine or something. I watched as these columns rose from the ground taking a quick look around. I heard the sound of a light switch being flicked and suddenly, the moon showed itself in the sky. The wolf decided to walk up to me and sit on its haunches. For some reason, I wasn't really afraid of it because of this whole set up. I bent down and asked him "Ummmm...Hey, do you know where I am exactly?". He lifted his paw to me and shook it a few times as a signal to grab it I guessed. I took his paw, looking at him a little awkwardly and my hand started getting really cold. Just then the wolf opened his mouth and said "In your mind". "?" "Excuse me?", I asked without that much surprise due to the weirdness of my other dreams . "This is one of the upper levels of your mind where different aspects of yourself, memories, and in generality, your personality reside". " In other words I am you", he replied with little emotion. "This place serves as a space to where everything you think about, everything you've felt, learned, created, and thought of can live ". "The surrounding area changes it's look depending on your current emotions, thoughts, and memories". I could only look around in aw as he talked. He jumped up on me and licked my face. "Pay attention" he barked. "There's not much time so listen up boy; a pornography staring your mother with be the second worst thing to happen to you". "Oh yeah..he's me", I thought. "Who else wants to make a reference the chance he gets to make people laugh." The only reason I'm not being entirely serious with you now is because at this point you'll need all the friends you can find at the moment and a quick way to understand things so don't expect me to make as many jokes next time we meet". "But seriously, there's not much time so listen; you're gonna wake up soon", he stressed." You're about to wake up and you need to know that you were tricked and that you're not dead...that, and shit's only going to get crazier from here on out cause your entire body just realized that you're falling". "What?", I asked in confusion. He got up and moved back a few inches. I stood and stared at him, still wondering what he meant. Just then, my body flash froze. It looked as if I had been stabbed with a spy-cicle. I woke up finally to find that I really was, in fact, falling. I could see the ground a few thousand feet away from me. I could barely move due to the speed I was coming in at. Not only that but I could only squint my eyes. I tried blinking but within a split second I crashed into a dirt ground with such speed that my body bounced until I finally came to a stop.
