Pyramid Head goes to Ponyville

I decided to move out of my bed. I stood up...or at least tried to. I fell as I found that I now had no balance whatsoever.

"Gah...wait a sec...am I...talking?"  My...new voice was a lower one, with some rough texture to it. To be truthful, this was the first time I had actually heard myself talking. In a normal voice, that is. When I was in Silent Hill I usually stuck to my thoughts than my words. And when I did speak, it usually came out as a raspy whisper or a low groan.

I stopped pondering at this new voice I had and tried to get up once more, for I didn't enjoy having my face on the ground. I failed as quickly as I did before.

I let out a groan of Impatience. I glanced behind me to see my feet...only to see a new body. It belonged to me, I was sure. But instead of feet, or even normal legs...I had the legs of an equine and hooves to replace my feet.

"What the hell?" I looked forward to see my hands. Alas, they too were replaced by hooves.

Great, I thought to myself. I'm a horse. What now?

I continued to lay on the ground for a while, still trying to figure out how to get up.

"If I'm a horse...then..." I tried what I suspected. With a push with each leg, I slowly rose and stood on all fours.

"Well." I said to myself. "That worked." But now walking...that's a completely new challenge. I tried to take a couple steps, only to find myself on the floor again. Did I have to practice walking all over again, and in a new body?

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and shutting got my attention. I got up as quietly as I could, and looked at my bed. It was only a few steps away. But unfortunately I didn't have those steps. So I used the only mode of transportation that I knew so far.

Falling forward.

"Ow. Fuck. Ouch!" I fell, got up, fell, got up, fell, and got up once more. By this time I had finally reached the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable mode of transportation, but it was the only one I had.

"Okay...How do I climb in?" I thought out loud with a yell. God Damnit. I quickly switched to my thoughts. Did I turn into an idiot too? I could have alerted the person in the other ro-

"Hmm, I think I heard my guest shout; Let me go see what it is about" came a lower female voice from outside of the bedroom door.

Fuck Fuck Fuck! I started to furiously scramble onto the bed, only to bundle the sheets, tangle my legs in them, and fall off of the beds edge.

I was dazed for a second: I must have hit my head. I opened my eyes a bit more to see a white and grey figure standing in the doorway.

I stared at it. It stared right back.

But then the creature started to laugh. "So, you finally came around; Tell me, Did you make that sound?"

My vision started to clear up, and I could see this creature with full detail. It, or she (I assumed because of her voice) was a zebra. Her mane was perked up in a Mohawk. She wore 2 large golden earrings, and had a necklace and leg rings with the same color. Her face didn't match my memory of a zebra's, or even a horse's face. It was more...cartoonish and soft

with big eyes with light blue irises.

I noticed a mark on her flank, a particular one I might add. A spiral surrounded by triangles. I wonder what it meant.

The zebra got closer to me, looking at me with confusion and worry.

"His brain seems to be stalling: of course, that's a side affect from falling..." The Zebra said to herself.

"My brain is not stalling, I assure you." I finally spoke up. The mare stepped back a bit at the sound of my voice. Good, I thought. I'm still capable of causing fear.

I stood up again, finding that I was a little bit taller than the zebra. But with a small raise of her neck, she was still able to get eye level with me.

"um...may I ask where I am?" I asked, trying to soften my tone.

"He also seemed to have gotten amnesia," The zebra muttered. "There will be much I must teach him."

"Hello? I am still here." I said, a little annoyed now. "I can hear what your saying, you know."

The zebra shook her head and gave an apologizing smile. "I am sorry my friend, to make you confused: its just that I have not seen a colt like you."

"Well...what do I look like?" I had just started to wonder if my face has changed a great deal or not.

"hmmmm...." The zebra thought for a second. "I have a mirror that you can use for you face: excuse me while I get it from my back space." She  trotted out, and came back a few seconds later holding a small mirror in her mouth.

The zebra held up the mirror for me to get a proper look at my head. But what I saw instead wasn't what I suspected.

I had a light grey coat of fur with some soft red marks streaking the side of my body. Appropriate, I thought.  It reminded me of blood. My face was a different story. It looked similar to the zebra's shape wise, but was more bold and straight, like a male version of the zebra. My mane was dark red with a small black base and lighter tips. I liked it. My face, though, was a pain to look at. It was covered in scars and stitches, like I had been attacked by a pack roof angry needlers. But what struck me was my eyes. My iris was a deep red. But then it pulsated to pitch black. And then back to red.

"Well..." I said to myself. "That's strange"