Welp it’s that time of month again. The time when that slippery bastard who calls himself the landlord comes and consumes way too much of your money. I can afford it, I mean, I’m a millionaire! I own a mansion somewhere else. Why do I choose to live in a shithole apartment instead of a luxurious mansion? Because I hate myself, that’s why.

I’ve never actually seen the landlord before, so I just dig a hole outside of the apartment and put the money in there and the next day it’s gone so I guess that’s how you do it.

Once I did this I turned around and headed back to my room but once I got to the door I saw myself, another version of me but in a troll costume.

“Do you have the toll?” it said.

“What?”

“You gotta pay the troll toll.” It said again

Oh! I remember this! Me and the gang were doing a play of “The Nightman Cometh”. It didn’t end well but it was fun while it lasted. Suddenly Mac appeared in his weird ninja costume.

“You must pay the toll to continue consuming that boy’s SOUL!”

Consuming the boy’s soul? Continue? What’s going on here…

I look inside the apartment door to see an orange colt with a purple mane dressed in Dennis’ blue full body suit. It just stares at me with big sad eyes.

I’m done

I turn around and try to walk away only to see the colt again right behind me.

“Please don’t steal my soul mister.” It said.

Then darkness…

I wake up.

“Uuuughh.”

I wake up hurting like usual.

My neck still hurts.

I’m still a pony. Goddamnit.

I open my eyes to see I’m still in that room with the frilly wallpaper. I have come to the conclusion that I am residing in a hospital. The children’s part of it judging by the wallpaper.

There’s a large plastic cup of water on the table next to the bed but I’m not drinking it. Last time I drank something from a mysterious source I woke up in someone else’s house covered with cookie dough. It was pretty tasty though…

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I gotta do something.

Maybe I can try walking or running in this new form I’m in?

I have to learn how do run soon anyways incase some mafia decides to chase after me.

It’s inevitable.

The door to the room opens and that same nurse pony from the other day walks in.

“Alright apparently you were found unconscious in the middle of White Tail woods so I’m going to ask you some questions. What were you doing in the woods?” the nurse pony said.

“I saw a pokemon.” Was my terrible humorous answer.

“What’s a pokemon?”

“You dunno what they are? Forget about it then.”

The nurse pony shook her head and wrote something on her clipboard. I’ve always wondered what doctors write on those.

“Alrighty you remember your name right?”

“Frank.”

“Frank?”

“Yea, there something wrong with it? I got a last name but I ain’t telling it.”

The nurse wrote some more on her clipboard.

“Ah shoot, you might have a case of amnesia. Are you sure you don’t remember your name?”

“I said my name was Frank! You got a problem with it?” I said rather annoyed.

“No, your name is Tender Taps.”

Tender Taps? What kind of gay name is tha…

Then something in your brain burst sending a tsunami of memories right into your face. Memories of someone named Tender Taps who wanted to be a dancer.

Dancing? He must be gay or something.

“Do you remember your name now?” said the nurse pony.

“Uh huh.” I said with a blank look still processing years of memories coming at me all at once.

Oh look! Your neck no longer hurts! Isn’t that neat.

“Goodie! Do you remember anything else?”

“I stepped on a cake. It didn’t end well.” Wait, was that in my memories or that colt’s?

It happened to both of us apparently…

“Uh okay then! Your parents are in the other room I’m going to talk with them real quick. You want to see them?”

Completely avoiding the question, you pointed to the cup of water on the bedside table and said, “You put anything in the water?”

“No?”

You lunged for the cup as if it were going to disappear in a few seconds and somehow grasped the cup with your two orange rectangle arms and gulp down the water like you would an alcoholic beverage.

The nurse pony briefly gave you a strange look and then got up and left.

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Did I steal a kid’s body?

Wouldn’t be the first time that happened, but this time it’s different. (Another long story)

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I have come to the conclusion that I don’t want to be in this bed anymore.

I sit up put my back legs over the side of the bed. The ground is a pretty good distance away. That’s a problem.

Maybe if a roll on my stomach and slowly slide down it could work.

(THUMP)

“Damnit!” I cursed. I probably have to stop doing that now.

Well my carefully thought out plan didn’t work out well and JESUS why is that bed so tall? Or am I just small? Hey that rhymed!

I shakily stand up on my four legs. Walking can’t be so hard, it’s like crawling but not as painful. I take one step with my right front leg. Then back right leg. Then front left. Then back left.

I begin to walk a little faster. Hey this isn’t so haAAAAA

(THUMP)

“GAAAH!” Curse this horse body and curse my whore wife for putting me through this!”

I shakily get back up again. Back at square one.

At least I can outrun a snail in case one tries to chase me. Or a crab.

There’s a pony in my class named Snails.

Wait… what? Oh yeah, Tender Taps' school. I despise that name.

The door to the room then opened and I saw the nurse again, with two other ponies.

Author's Note

Better? No?

Funny story, I completely forgot that there's a bright orange colt named Tender Taps in the show and I was just planning on having Frank turn into a random delusional colt. To be honest I was just gonna copy Minalkra's story but luckily someone mentioned this in the comments and now I'm changing the direction of the story.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDhAEmODyzw