Humans (who shouldn't be) In Equestria

Humans (who probably shouldn't be) In Equestria

Chapter 1: Introductary Plot-device

It was a Saturday night. The night was young, the moon was full, the sky was cloudless and the stars were beginning to show themselves. The air was nice, but a bit chilly with the light breeze. The sounds of nature would occasionally be drowned out by the passing car. Most people would be wasting a night like this out at a partying in a club, or drunk on the side of the street, but because these two had no lives they were wasting it out on a coffee run.

Their names were Brennan and Jordan. They were both teenagers and had similar interests in music, stories of many kinds, and Internet stuff. Jordan was noticably taller than Brennan and looked much older in comparison, with sprouting facial hair to boot. In fact, sometimes people would mistake Jordan for a young adult and Brennan for a twelve year old.  Jordan had long, curly brown hair and was sporting his usual black hoodie, baggy jeans, and headphones. Brennan was wearing a black hoodie as well, with green criss-crossing stripes that faded in some intersections. In his hand he carried a paper bag holding his already half-eaten doughnut. The two of them were having a conversation about what they usually talked about. Ponies. Technicolor cartoon ponies.

“But, yeah, I still can't see why people are disputing about him,” Brennan began. “I think this 'King-Sombre' guy sounds like a cool villain.”

“It's Sombra,” his friend replied before finishing off his medium double- double. He then traded it for the large triple-triple in his other hand. “And it's because of his character, or how little of it he has, versus the symbolism, or the fact that he just looks cool."

Just as Brennan was about to snark at Jordan's correction, something completely unexpected and life-changing happened. A small glint appeared in front of them.

“What the-"

Before Jordan could finish his sentence, the glint quickly grew into an oval-shaped vortex.

“The fuck is-”

Before Brennan could finish his sentence, the vortex pulled him in like a giant vacuum and closed behind him, leaving behind nothing but his donut, and Jordan just standing there questioning what the hell just happened.

. . . . .

Brennan finally began to wake up, if he could call it that. His head was dizzy, his body felt like it was a vegtable, and his vision was that of a Storm Trooper. When he finally started to regain his eyesight, he saw beside him a single dandelion with drop of dew dangling off of it.

“Pretty... wait a sec.” Brennan jolted upright and surveyed the landscape. He seemed to be in a forest, one that did not look familiar. “Where am I? What is this?” Just then Brennan suddenly realized something. Something very, very wrong had happened. “Where’s my donut?!”

Brennan stopped and decided to take a closer look at his surroundings. “Hmmm... this looks very familiar-” Brennan then noticed something, everything looked like it was from a freaking cartoon or something! Even he looked cartoon-ish. “WHOAH! I’m, like in an anime or cartoon or something. God, I hope it’s not one of those animes.” He shuddered at the thought of being inside one of the "shows" the Internet had "treated" him to.

“Okay, this has to be a dream.” Brennan put his hand to the side of his head. “When this happened, what was in my mind? ...What was in my DONUT!?” Brennan scowled. “Oh, Tim Hortons is SO getting sued when I get home.” He stopped to calm himself. “Okay, well, at least if it IS one of those animes, at least I have a chance to get ass. But first, I need to find civilization.” Brennan stood up, instantly adjusted to his new form. "Off to scout the landscape!”

Brennan set off to... who the hell knows where, on what would be the beginning of an epic adventure!

Or what winds up putting him in jail.