Author's Note

A/N: Hey everyone, so some sad news. If you saw my other stories, then you know that I deleted them. That's because I wasn't happy with them, they way they were going, and overall, I didn't have fun writing them. This story is different, and I'll be working on this story constantly. I'm going to try and have a new chapter posted every Saturday. Also, I have started watching the show (weird for a fanfic writer not to watch the show), and in only a moth I'm now on Season 4. So, in the comments, please don't post spoilers for seasons 5 and up. I'll let you know when I catch up :).

Basically, this story is going to be updated weekly, because I actually really love my ideas for this one. Also, go on and PM me if you have ideas for fanfics you want me to try writing. I'll write JoJo's (up to part 4) and My Little Pony, along with Metal Gear and Kingdom Hearts. I'm also going to try a Metal Gear/MLP and a Kingdom Hearts/MLP cross over, so hopefully I'll try and get those up as well.

Well, here's the first chapter of my new story, To The Other World! Please enjoy, and don't be afraid to criticize!

Chapter 1: Other Worldly

Chapter 1: Other Worldly

It was a cool evening, smack in the middle of November. Birds were starting to rest, the rustling of the leaves filling the air as a breeze pushed them off the trees and down the road. The golden array of colors filled the eye. It was truly the best season, what with all of the sights to see and scents to sniff. He propped his head on his hand, tiredly gazing out the window.

He was shook out of his stupor as an arm nudged his elbow, nearly causing him to hit his head. Looking annoyed, he looked at the culprit, a teenager with facial hair on his chin and upper lip, a nicely blended goatee. Matching his dark brown faded hairstyle, his icy blue eyes looked impatient. He tapped his fingers on the table, also covered in hair. His brother really was a hairy dude, even taking into account that he was 17. A scar ran across his cheek, the story being his cat scratched him when he was roughly 10 or so. He had some acne, but mostly just bumps, nothing too gross. He wore a blue polo, matching his huge jeans. He wasn't fat or anything, but had such a big build that every coach constantly tried to win him over to play football.

"Hey, space cadet," his brother said, his deep voice rang through his ears. He found it strangely soothing.

"Yeah?"

"It's your turn. What are you going to do?"

He looked down at his cards, resting comfortably in between his boyish fingers. Scrolling at each one, reading names and effects, strategizing which ones he should play. He then drew an additional card from his deck, his finger tips sliding across the grooved card sleeve. It essentially became a tradition for the two brothers, playing games like this after school while they waited for their parents to come home from work. Tonight was Yu-Gi-Oh!, and the two brothers were at it as ever. His brother, a classic Blue-Eyes Dragon Deck, simple and straight forward. To him, it seemed like a perfect representation of his brother; simple and straightforward, powerful and demands respect. His brother was a man of respect, it's what he valued most of all, and did his best to be a role model for every one. His short temper, though, is what gave him a reputation.

He, on the other hand, wasn't like that. He was known for being the comedian, the class clown, basically the person you went to to make you smile. He gained all the popularity from school, and that's probably why his brother was rude to him at home most of the time. In fact, they pretty much weren't brothers physically or mentally. He had sandy brown hair, shiny green eyes, a skinny yet muscular build, and slightly noticeable cheek bones. He wore a v-neck shirt, with a watch strapped to his wrist and a pair of athletic jeans to fit. They were polar opposites, but he didn't mind, he knew he could do well at school and in life, despite what his brother might think.

"Hey, dipshit, take your fucking turn. I'm just gonna skip you."

"Chill out, dude. Lemme think."

"Dude, Emerson, take your turn."

"Shut up Scott, fine."

Emerson placed a trap card down, right next to the others. His deck mostly just consisted of his favorite cards with some necessities here and there. A Dark Crusader, Mythical Beast Cerberus, and Royal Magical Library. He had an Exodia in the deck, but they were mostly just a filler, something along the way that could just help him. He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand to his brother. He responded by sighing and drawing one from his deck. They were both on the verge of losing, each one below 1000 Life Points.

"So, Roman, what's got you upset?" He asked, asking his brother before getting up and grabbing a soda can from his fridge. His brother coughed and set his cards down.

"Nothing, just not feeling up to it. Why?"

"You seem more like an asshole tonight."

"Eh, oh well. Alright, I'll just do it. I attack your Crusader."

He slid his two Blue-Eyes forward, towards Emerson, and Emerson smiled as he sat back down. He flipped his recently placed trap card, Mirror Force. He laughed while his brother threw the cards on the table in anger, putting his hands to his face while heaving a mighty sigh. He scooped his cards as Emerson did the same, getting ready to play a new game. He heard Roman mutter something under his breath, probably dammit or whatever. This was like the 3rd time in a row that he had won, and he was starting to get bored of his victories. Then, he noticed the pendant around Roman's neck. It was a simple gold chain, but was ordained with a heart.

"Hey Roman, why do you wear that thing? You never even told me what it is."

His brother's eyes snapped to him, and Emerson flinched. His face was even more serious, and his eyes, geez it was scary. He sighed again, and removed the piece of jewelry from him. He noticed that it was actually more an old rustic color than actual gold as Roman fiddled with it in between his fingers. He opened it up, and slid it towards Emerson. Emerson's mind stopped getting sidetracked as he saw what was inside: a portrait of his mom. She was a truly beautiful woman, what with the short and curly brown hair, the sharp eyes and nose, and a gorgeous smile that had any man's heart and could comfort any child. She had died when he was younger though, and never really got to meet her. Then again, he and Roman were the same age, but he forgot that fact a lot since Roman seemed more mature and adult like than himself.

"It's a shame we never got to meet her, Emerson." he said, solemn with his words.

"Yeah, it really is."

"She's a part of our lives, even if we didn't know her, she means the world to us, got it?"

"I understand, Roman."

"I carry her picture in the pendant because she's a part of me. But, maybe it hurts me too much. I get all sad and stuff when I think about her."

"That's normal, dude. I get sad sometimes."

"But eventually," he said, closing it. "it's going to get the best of me. Why don't you keep it?" He slid the pendant towards Emerson, the heart gleaming in his eyes as he looked at his brother.

"Are you sure? She means so much to you."

"It's okay, Dad is still here. And if it helps, it'll remind you of both us. I dunno, man. Just take it before it gets even more sappy." He got up, probably to go back to his room. Suddenly, we heard a car door shut. They both turned towards the front door, even though Emerson couldn't see it, since the wall blocked his vision. He could see Roman, though. They were both waiting for their dad, who was supposed to be coming home with ice cream and Domino's pizza. Roman had his eyes on the door, which now opened.

"Hey, Da-" Roman tried to say, just as he was interrupted.

The most deafening sound in the world broke through Emerson's skull, like a firework had been exploded right next to him. Along with the sudden boom came a flash, and, as if time had frozen, blood had sprayed against the wall. An eruption of blood came from Roman's skull, flying out in a dramatic fashion. It landed on his clothes, the wall, and the floor. Emerson could hear his own heartbeat as the world was drowned in silence, his brother's head flying back and towards him. His eyes widened as his face was streaming blood, a gaping hole emerging from his forehead. Roman's eyes were soulless, already glazing over like a coating of death. His mouth gaped open, and he could swear that he saw him mouth the word "Run" before he hit the floor, the impact nearly as loud as the gunshot.

Emerson couldn't breath, air going in but nothing coming out, and he felt his limbs about to give out. Without a second glance towards his brother, he snatched the pendant and turned to run towards the nearby stairs, before stopping and looking at their Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, the last game out of a million they played. For some strange reason, he couldn't leave for safety without neatly yet hurriedly cramming the cards into his jean pockets, then bolted up the stairs into his brothers room.

Even if he had just...he didn't even want to think about it, not that he could; his brain was on a weird auto-pilot, the true fight or flight response kicking into effect. There was nothing on his mind, just how to hide, how to feel safe, how to get away from the threat. He scanned the room, taking in the smell of his brother's cologne and smelly clothes. The messy bed was big enough to hide under, but a steel frame meant that he would be seen. He looked further to see his computer desk, with the broken monitor, but that wouldn't do. He looked towards the closet, deciding upon that. He opened the door and closed it behind him, thanking God that he had a huge pile of clothes strewn about the floor. He put hoodies and shirts in front of him, making sure to cover himself completely. He felt something poke him in the back (probably one of Roman's skates or whatever), but he didn't care.

It felt oddly serene, everything was silent and calm in the closet, but Emerson felt the chill and fear set in. His brother was just killed, right in front of him. That face he made, the deathly glower he had, all the blood. All the fucking blood, it haunted his mind. The last words, the gunshot, the body hitting the floor. It played throughout his mind, until another noise crashed into his mind; the door opening, and the footsteps crunching into the carpet. He started to sweat, his nose betraying him as he breathed loudly. Sweat drops ran down his face, covering his eyes and wetting his cheeks. Gripping onto the pendant tightly in his knuckles, which were turning white pretty quickly, he gulped, swallowing the nervousness with it. He moved his hands as quickly yet quietly as possible, until they found something to hold. It didn't feel very heavy, but it was solid and blunt, so it would work. Emerson held it, waiting for the right moment.

Suddenly, his vision started to swirl, even in the dark. His mind throbbed and pounded, like the worst headache in the world, and he swore he saw flashes of dark lights appear quickly, then ebb away as fast as they came. Nausea hit him like a freight train, but he forced himself not to vomit, not to do anything that would give away his location. He felt the cold down his spine, feeling it on his skin as goosebumps ran across his arms and legs. His fingers flexed as he waited for the inevitable. The footsteps started to get closer and closer to the closet. Then, they stopped near the door, and Emerson's heart skipped a beat.

The door was opened quickly, this was the moment. As Emerson's adrenaline rushed to his veins and beated through his heart like an electric storm, he lunged forward, ready to attack. His eyes shown his intentions, anger and fear and pain evident.

His eyes went wide, and his body stopped at what he saw. He gasped, and so did whatever was in front of him.

He wasn't in his dad's house in Missouri, he wasn't in a closet, and what he was facing was not some stone-cold bastard that...made his brother pass away.

Emerson was no longer on planet Earth. He was now in a stone box, hidden in the ground by a stone door and covered with foliage. The container was cracked, dirt filling in the box some. Grey and cold, hard and smooth. His clothes were covered in dirt, and had dulled some. His v-neck was partially ripped, revealing some of his muscular abdomen. His jeans had rips in the leg and knees, and had turned partially brown with the dirt. His pendant had rusted some, yet the gold still shone through.

He was in a box, on another planet, partially under ground, and was staring at colorful animals.

They had big eyes, eyes full of wonder, fear, and curiosity. Their pupils were large, and the iris of each of them held spectacular colors that seemed like a pure rainbow. There were 6 of these animals, each one a different color. One was a sunset orange, another pearly white, bubblegum pink, a blue that resembled the sky, a buttery yellow, and a purple like the twilight before the dusk.

The orange animal had a mane (probably a horse then) that was blonde and tomboyish, that went above her head and to the side of her head, tied together with a red ponytail. Her mane and tail were similar, and latter also tied together. Her eyes were as green as his, and shone just as much. She had black eyelashes (they all did), so they were probably female. White freckles decorated her cheeks, and a cluster of apples decorated her backside.

The other horse's coat was white, and her main and tail were a very nice violet. They were styled and curly, and combined with the fact that her eyelashes were more pronounced, meant that this horse's owner cared for her appearance more than anything. Her eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean's current below the surface, and her backside had a design modeled after a cluster of diamonds or diamond-like crystals. What was most peculiar about her, however, was the fact that a horn protruded through her forehead, like a unicorn or something similar.

Vibrant pink was this horse's mane and tail color, perfectly matching her body. Her man and tail were really frizzy and bouncy, looking like they were just made out of cotton candy. Her eyes were a baby blue, emanating fun and energy. She was a normal horse, and her backside had a cluster of balloons. She didn't have any abnormalities like the creature next to her, so she was probably a healthy or normal animal.

The cyan horse wasn't on the ground. No, this one was hovering next to the others, her sky-blue wings flapping and propelling her up. What had scared Emerson the most was the fact that her eyes weren't like the others. The others were either scared or wondrous, but her eyes, a magenta that contrasted nicely with her coat, was so serious, so fierce that it made his heart skip a beat. Her mane and tail were rainbow themed, red to purple, and they were in a hairstyle that reminded him of Roman. He felt himself shake as he dared to think of Roman and what just happened. She had a rainbow lightning bolt coming out of a cloud.

The pale yellow horse was a bit hard to see since she was cowering behind her allies. Her eyes, while showing great fear, were a dark blue-green, dull yet shone with a certain mercy or kindness. Her mane was a soft pink that flowed over and away from her face. he couldn't look at her backside to notice her design, not that he cared at the moment. Emerson was still in shock from the situation he was in, and his mind was having a hard time just functioning at the moment.

The last animal was a lilac colored horse, and she appealed to him the most. Not only was her mane and tail straight and styled to be business like (and the multiple shade of violet mixed in), but she had wings protruding from her sides, and her horn glowed with a mystical aura. She had wings AND a horn. her eyes were purple as well, and he could almost visibly see the knowledge she contained.

He stared at them all, trying to process what was going on. He started to breathe heavily, not knowing if the situation was safe or not. He slowly placed his hand forward, and all the ponies flinched and stepped back. He did too, but after a second, repeated the process, and slowly started to climb out of this little tomb. He stepped out fully, still keeping his eyes on the "leader", or the purple animal, stood crouched on one knee. He placed his free hand palm side up, and lowered it to the ground, like trying to gain a puppy's trust.

"Whoa, i-i-it's okay, I-I won't h-hurt you. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..." He started to say, really telling himself that it's okay. All the animals seemed to stand up straight, even the flying one, and looked less scared.

"You can talk?" The cyan one said to him.

"W-What?!" Emerson exclaimed loudly, flying backwards. He scared all of the animals, the purple one back in a sort of defensive stance. He placed his hands in front of him to protect himself, and shakily pointed to the sky clue animal. "You...you horses can talk? What...what the heck is going on?" He fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands while he looked at them. "A-am I in some sort of sick dream?"

"It's okay, don't be scared, sir." The purple one said, trying to be less intimidating. He started to breathe even more heavily, his breathes ragged and old as he tried to regain composure. "Yes, we can talk. Ponies can talk, we all can." She sort of emphasized pony in a nonjudgmental way. He lowered his head, feeling a bit ashamed.

"O-oh. Sorry I called y'all horses. I didn't know any better."

"It's okay. Why don't we just take a breather and introduce ourselves?" Emerson nodded, and sat down on his rear, placing his hands on his legs. The purple pony sat down on her haunches, and looked at her friends. She motioned for them to come over, but seeing how hesitant they were, Emerson scooted back away from the purple one. They all looked at each other, worried looks apparent, yet nodding their heads and carefully joining their friend. They were all sitting, both groups looking at each other and waiting for the other to start. He coughed, and tried to smile.

"Why don't I start things off? Umm..." He struggled knowing where to start. "Well, my name is Emerson. Emerson Scott, but you can call me Emerson or Emmy, take your pick. I'm 17 years old, going on 18 this November. If it is still November, that is. I like making people smile, and I can't help but smile when I do so. I live in St. Louis, Missouri. It's one of the states in the United States of America, the name of our country. I guess that doesn't make sense to you, because I live on planet Earth."

"Yeah, our planet is called Equis, and the kingdom you're in is Equestria. We mostly have ponies living here, but other species live here too. And my name is Princess Twilight Sparkle." She said, smiling at the man. His eyes widened a bit, and he bowed his head lowered.

"M-m-my apologies, Princess."

"It's fine, you don't have to bow. We can start off as friends. Speaking of, girls, wanna introduce yourselves?" She said, turning to her friends.

The pink one smiled hugely, and gave a squee of excitement. "Hi! My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie! Or just Pinkie Pie, whatever one you like! I love parties, and being in parties, and planning parties, and ending parties, although not in the bad way, the way you kind of see everypony leave and it's fresh in your mind. And I just LOVE how you like to make ponies smile, because I like to make ponies smile! Hey, I bet we would get along great, throwing parties together and-" She gasped really enthusiastically, putting her hooves to her mouth. "WE NEED TO THROW YOU A PARTY! We can do that later, because now I'm too busy thinking of all the cake we would eat there an-" Pinkie was interrupted by the white pony, who had just closed her mouth with her hoof.

"Pinkie, honestly, you MUST learn to let somepony else a chance to speak. Now, where were we? Ah, yes!" She cleared her throat, and opened her eyes, battering her eyelashes at him while smiling. "My name is Rarity, simply the most stylish and chic pony in all of Ponyville! It is a pleasure to meet you, young sir!" She offered him her hoof, and Emerson (noting the type of pony that she seemed to be) took it carefully in his hand, and lightly smooched it.

"A pleasure, ma'am." She blushed and smiled while fanning herself with her hoof.

"My my, a gentlecolt!"

"Heh, thank you. Now, what's your name?" He looked at the orange mare, who also smiled and tipped her hat to him, a tannish brown stetson, to be exact.

"Howdy, Emerson! Mah name's Applejack, how are ya doin'? Ah help run mah family farm, Sweet Apple Acres, right outside of Ponyville!"

He smiled and gladly took her hoof, surprised at her remarkable strength in her grip.

"Man, it sure is nice to meet someone with a similar accent like me! No on in St. Louis really had that accent, so I learned to talk different." He gave a hearty laugh. "But after meetin' you, ah'm sure we'll be the best uh partners!" She chuckled in a tomboyish manner.

"Wooh, wee! Me n' you are sure tah be good friends now!"

He laughed again, and turned to the next pony, the blue one that was flying. He cleared his throat, and offered his hand. "What's your name, ma'am?"

The cyan pony scoffed at him, a stern look in her magenta eyes. Emerson's smile quickly faded, and he straightened himself out. She then flew up and got in his face, the speed of which making him fall backwards. She got even closer, squinting her eyes.

"What's your angle, dude? What do you want with ponies? With us? I don't even know what you are!"

"Rainbow! Don't be so hostile!" Twilight said, furrowing her brows.

"It's okay, Twilight. I...I understand." HE replied, now sitting back up and looking at Rainbow.

"Rainbow, I am a-"

"Rainbow DASH! Get it right!" She said, obviously angry. He breathed deeply, knowing one more wrong step was sure to be bad news.

"Sorry. Rainbow Dash, I am a human. We stand on two legs, we have arms instead of forelegs, and instead of hooves, we have hands and fingers. Imagine my fingers as claws, but they're not used in any dangerous way. They're just made to do stuff like building and precision working a lot easier."

The cyan pony looked satisfied with her answer, but was still unhappy. "So, what's your angle? Why are you here?"

Emerson, the events that just happened back home, this new situation, Rainbow Dash being mad for no reason, it took a toll on him. He closed his eyes tight, trying to fight back tears as a couple made their way through. Seeing this, all the ponies, even Rainbow, were taken aback, and gave him some space. He hiccuped a couple of times, and couldn't take it anymore. He fell to his knees, and his arm fell in front of him, and his other arm was holding him self up. He started to sob, the realization that his brother was killed in front of him, and that he was on another PLANET, with animals that could talk and were multicolored and cartoonish. He would never see his brother again, or his family, and he would never go to school and make people laugh or happy, and finish his dream of being successful. He wanted to let it all out, he wanted to tell them so he could feel better, but anytime he tried to say something, the words choked him and pulled at his throat, and he went back to crying.

He felt something touch his shoulder, and he opened his eyes, giving a slight gasp. He looked up, to see the yellow pony, who also had wings, had laid her hoof on his shoulder, giving him a weak but comforting smile. Her pink mane had moved so he could see both eyes, and they seemed to be smiling at him too. Her tail was the same, and she had a cluster of butterflies on her backside. He wiped his eyes, and looked back her, smiling.

"Th-th-thank you. It's just th-that...I-I'm alone, and he's gone. He's gone, gone gone..."

She looked upset and cooed at him. "Who's gone? Why are you alone, when you have us, and me. My name is Fluttershy, by the way."

"Thanks, Fluttershy, but it's my brother..." He cried a little bit again, but breathed deeply through his nose and out his mouth, a bit warbly in his breathing. "My brother is gone, and I am alone."

All the ponies looked at each other, and looked at the human on the ground. They all stepped forward, and put their legs around him, and hugged him tightly, with Rainbow Dash thinking that maybe he wasn't a bad dude to begin with. He started to calm down a bit, then carefully put his arms around all of the ponies as well, and they stayed like that for a little while.

Fluttershy was thinking of what made him so sad and miss his brother like that.

Applejack was thinking that he was hurting, and that maybe she could help him.

Pinkie Pie was wondering about cupcakes, and the type that makes sad humans happy humans.

Rarity was thinking that to cheer him up, they could have a tea session as he vented a bit.

Rainbow was thinking of that maybe she was too hard, and that he was going through a rough time.

Twilight, who felt sorry the most, made her mind up to get closer to him so he wouldn't feel alone.

And Emerson, he was thinking that maybe these ponies were okay, and that he would be, too.