Author's Note

Hello everyone, this was a story idea I had been thinkin of for awhile since I first read that story 'your human and you', if you have never read it I highly suggest you go check it out, tis a great story, abut be warned it gets dark at some points, and this was also inspired by a story about tiny ponies, hope ya'll enjoy it
and as a last side note, I was going to write for this while I waited for my co author to let me know when they can write, and was only going to post it after my story 'a displaced lich' was completed, cause by the time it was this would have most likely been completed, but I decided to say 'fuck it' and post it, hope ya like it, updates may be slow, or they may be fast, we shall see

Chapter 1

I sighed looking at a picture of my grandfather, the guy who raised me, my real father had been a piece of shit who tried to abandon me in a zoo and had been sent to jail for doing so, along with having illegal drugs on him, the fucker had killed my mother with his drugs in her sleep, so my grandpa Willy was the one to raise me. I loved that guy, he had a 1966 bronco roadster that I loved, the car just looked so cool to me as a kid, he also had been a weapon collector, he had guns from the wild west, world war one, and world war two, all of em he had checked to make sure they still worked as well as they did the day they had come off the factory line.

I set the photo back down onto the shelf I had picked it up from, and looked around the house. I had won the lotto a year back, about 5 million dollars, and unlike most I did not go on a crazy spending spree, I bought the house, a car, and payed some people to move the items from my grandfathers home to mine since he had past two years prior, it was a nice three story house. If you counted the attic where I kept Willy's weapon collection, and not counting the basement, where a safe stored my money, cause I simply did not trust a bank to hold this money, plus it was fingerprint unlocked and three passwords needed to unlock the damned thing, I am sure no thief can get in unless they blow the safe up.

The house itself was a grayish blue color, with white trim and a blue roof, and a large garage, I had looked specifically for a garage that could hold two cars, cause I was leaving nothing behind that belong to my grandpa, his entire weapon collection, his car, anything that belonged to him I took with me to the new house, and used it to decorate it, hanging an old brown bess musket over a large flat screen TV as a decorative piece, however I knew that musket could fire.

I walked to the fridge and grabbed a can of cherry coke, and cracked it open with a satisfying hiss as I got ready for my shift tonight, I worked as a night guard for a hospital nearby, to make sure no one just broke into rooms with medical equipment, or to just keep local troublemakers out of the building unless they needed medical aid, grabbing two cans of monster blue and a lunch pale I walked out and got into my 1990 bronco, it was painted black, and opening the garage I drove out as the doors automatically closed behind me, and drove off to work, at 10 pm.

It was about 5 am by the time I was let off my shift, on my way back home I stopped for an egg mcmuffin Once I got back to my house I parked my car inside the garage and ate my sandwich, before taking a quick shower and turning on the TV, since tomorrow was my day off and I was still plenty awake due to the monster I had taken with me to work, I decided I was going to watch some TV, so I turned the news channel to see what the weather would be like, since it was the 10th of March the snow had begun to melt at last, for that I was happy cause I fuckin hated snow.

"In other news today there has been strange electromagnetic activity around the Michigan Great Lakes, people are advised to avoid taking electronics near the Great Lakes until further notice, as the electromagnetic activity have caused small electronics such as cellphones to fry and no longer wor-" I changed the channel, not interested in the news any longer, I watched TV for another two hours, before I went to sleep, the energy drinks I had taken finally wearing off.

About three hours later I woke up, if my clock was anything to go by so it was around 10 A., I got up and decided to get up and make myself some food, heading to the kitchen and grabbing a can of spam from the cabinet I sliced it into 5 slices and tossed it into a pan on the stove, letting the slices get nice and crispy, about 5 minutes per side, I set em onto a plate and fried up two eggs in the fat that was left in the pan, once those were done I enjoyed my meal with a can of coke.

15 minutes later I had finished my food, and stepped outside to grab the paper like I did every morning, only to see my street was gone, the road, everything, my driveway cut off perfectly into dirt, when just a few hours ago it connected to a fucking road, looking around I also noticed trees where really small.....to small, unless they where saplings, I took a look at the apple tree I had in my yard, it seemed to be unaffected and just as healthy as the day I had it planted in my yard, it was a pink lady apple tree, the best kind, to me at least.

I looked around for a little while longer, not daring to leave my door, and I saw a small town, I shit you not like somethin you'd see in medieval times, cottages and even a somewhat modern looking town hall....and tiny....horses? walking and flying around, yes you heard me right FLYING, fucking pegasi, small unicorns, and normal ones....I am not drunk enough for this, walking back inside my home I locked the door and went to the attic, and pulled out a Luger from a glass case, and loaded it, this thing still worked, as did all the weapons my grandfather had collected, and he always kept ammo for em all, except for the musket.

Walking back downstairs I sat on my couch, luger in my hand...why did I grab it you may ask? hell if I know, I don't want something hostile coming up to me and have nothing to defend myself with, seems this day was gonna get pretty damned weird