Two guys, six ponies, and a whole lot of cartoon characters

Mysterious, important-to-the-plot laboratory, undisclosed location, though all we know that it is somewhere near San Francisco

"Sir, the teleporter is ready," a robotic voice said. The scientist turned his head slightly to see the drone who was his one of his numerous assistants.

"Thank you, Dee-three," the scientist replied, nodding to the drone, who then proceeded to float somewhere else. The scientist looked back and admired his creation, the inter-dimensional teleporter.

With this, he thought, I'll be able to connect the multiverse together, and reunite with my friends.

That last thought brought a slight scowl to his grinning face. The last time he saw his friends was.... NO, he thought, shaking his head.

Don't think about that, just think about the here and now.

The scientist pushed his glasses back in place and turned to one of his drone assistants.

"Start the process," he said.

"Yes, Sir."

The drone then activated a console near the teleporter and the machine whirred to life. A large, swirling blue portal appeared and the scientist's eyes widened, filled with a sense of awe and determination.

This was going to work, it will be revolutionary, it will-

"SIR!"

The scientist's head snapped to the drone at the console, irritated.

"Sir, the portal-it's destabilizing! I don't know how or why!"

The scientist looked back at the portal, and indeed, it was becoming much more violent in its movement, and the blue mass had suddenly gone from blue to magenta.

"FIX IT NOW, DEE-SEVEN," the scientist shouted, now furious.

But it was to no avail.

Suddenly, ghostly images appeared from the portal. Some, he recognized as his friends, others.....were strange, unknown, from realms and dimensions in the Multiverse that even the scientist didn't realize exist.

As fast as they had appeared, the images disappeared with such speed as to seem instantaneous and so did the portal.

The scientist, blinking with a shocked look on his face, turned to the drone beside him, then to the drones behind him.

All were hovering still, looking at him, awaiting their next command. Despite this setback, the scientist knew that now they could track whatever had came through.

With a renewed look of determination his face, and adjusting his glasses, the scientist commanded to his drones, "DEE-EES! Activate search protocol 19704!"

With that, the drones quickly went into motion, setting up and activating sensors. The scientist smiled and rubbed his hands sinisterly.

"Nobody and nothing can stop Dexter, the greatest scientist ever!"

He then laughed an evil laugh. After all, don't all mad scientists do?

*Zack's POV*

Chicago, November 2015

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

That was the sound our feet made as we walked, no, TRUDGED through two feet of snow. Though, to be fair, Chicago in the middle of winter always was a bitch. Man, and I thought winters in Georgia were bad. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Zack, I'm 18 years old, and I'm a senior in high school. I know, WHOO, class of 2016 and all of that. Anyway, I have jet-black hair, glasses that make me look like a hipster, and very skinny. Not skinny enough to warrant concern, but still pretty skinny. Also, my skin is dark just enough to let people know I'm Hispanic, pretty much a light brown.

Funny enough, my best friend, Daniel, or Dan as I like to call him, is practically my exact opposite in every way. While I'm skinny, he's big, tall, and buff. Makes sense, when one plays basketball and baseball like he does. Dan has light brown hair, light skin, and has blue eyes while mine are dark brown.

We are also quite different personality wise, as one might guess. Dan is an extrovert through and through. He's the life of the party, the guy who'll get in the center of the dance floor and steal the show.

I, on the other hand, am as stereotypical an introvert as can be. I stick to the corners at parties, prefer quiet events by myself or with a small group of friends, and generally tend to stay away from large crowds. It also doesn't help that I am quite shy, especially when it comes to strangers.

So, how is it, I hear you ask, that you two became such good friends? Well, that is quite an interesting story, but that will have to wait for another time.

Now, as we are walking home from school in the thick snow, Dan is telling me about how nervous he is for the big math test this Friday and saying how he feels unprepared.

I reply, "Dan, you'll do fine. Remember how you understood the concepts better after I showed you in a way that was easy to understand?"

"Y-yeah, true. You do have a way of making hard things easier to understand," Dan said.

"If only Twilight Sparkle knew how," I replied, grinning.

This caused Dan to laugh and he agreed.

"Hey, are you still planning to do you workouts today," Dan asked.

I looked over to him nervously and gave a sheepish grin and replied, "eeh."

"Come on, man, you can't skip, remember our deal."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember, I just dread doing all those squats and push-ups. They make my whole body feel like-"

"WHOA! Zack, do you see that?!" Dan interrupted.

Suddenly, I look back in front of us and see a cardboard box in the middle of the snow, its lower half covered by snow. I was confused as to why a cardboard box would alert Dan so much and was about to say as much when Dan pointed and said,

"There! Look, I saw a flash of pink!"

As soon as he said it, a little flash of pink floof seemed to stick out of the box, then quickly disappear back inside. Perplexed by this, the two of us walked slowly to the box, trying not to scare what was inside.

When we got close, we peered inside the box, and what we saw inside made my heart skip a beat. Inside the box were six tiny baby multicolored ponies, and one baby dragon. All seven of the tiny creatures were crawling around the box, shivering from the cold.

That was when Dan and I looked at each other and, without saying a word, had the same thought: "what is going on?"