Sister or Unicorn?

I came home from work exhausted, ready to flop onto the couch, turn on the television, and crash for the night.

I fumbled through the keys in my hand, looking for the correct one to unlock the door blocking me from my personal haven. Finally I picked the right one, shoved it in the slot, twisted and pulled.

The door opened slowly, making a sharp squeaking noise as I quickly slipped inside my apartment. I took of my shoes by the door, leaving them I slowly inhaled and took a long look at the room in front of me.

A rather large TV laid against the wall opposite of me, it was turned off, which was expected since it was four in the morning. In front of that was the small little coffee table we used, it was made of a dark wood, not entirely sure what kind precisely. It wasn't really interesting, it just looked nice so who cares about the specifics. Then I spotted the dark green couch that would be my temporary den of rest. I quickly hopped over the back of it, and falling into the soft awaited impact, grabbed the remote and flipped the TV on.

Twilight was already in bed, I could tell from the lights being off when I walked in. We decided to stay together at my new apartment, not very many others in the family even knew about her, which is probably for the best. Most of them really wouldn't understand.

She was hardly even let out of the house until she found out how to transform herself to look like a human, and that was around 8 years old, or at least that’s how old I was. Even so she decided that, of all the people she wanted to live with, she wanted to live with me. Her big brother, in a sense. Obviously I wasn’t her brother biologically. I was a human and her, a lavender unicorn that came out of nowhere. It still boggled my mind from what pocket or dimension of the universe she popped up from. I believed in aliens, obviously because I was living with a mythological creature.

Of course since she’s real she wouldn’t really be considered a myth, maybe unicorns really did exist on this planet, who knew in this strange world of ours.

The phone rang from the coffee table, I picked it up and held it up to my ear as I flipped through the channels with a tired moan escaping my mouth “Yeah?” This early in the morning you didn't get pleasantries.

“Trist? It’s me.”

My father, we sort of lost touch after I moved away from my parents. It took a while of course. I remember when they would call me constantly, making sure I was okay, or if I was eating right. My dad was more reasonable and didn’t pester me about such trivial things. I had a steady job, great friends, I knew how to cook, and I was more than fine. I was great! I was providing for myself and someone else as well. Not that she needed to be cared for. She was more then able to function in the human world. In fact she was unnaturally smart, of course there wasn't much that was natural about her. In fact with the amount of money we made combined, we didn't have to live in an apartment, we could live in our very own house, and what a house it would be!

Made me wonder why we were still living in an apartment. I guess we just preferred it here.

“Yeah dad?” I replied. I could hear my mother crying in the background, she was really the more emotional of the two, though my dad was definitely not the stereotypical “man of the house”. I might have been built like my father, green eyes and dirty blonde hair, but i acted more like my mother. Whether that was a good thing or not was undecided.

“It’s about time we told you about something.” He replied, a tone of worry, possibly regret in his voice. He usually sounded like this when he was about to open up about something he didn't feel comfortable about. I took a deep breath in preparation, if he wasn't happy to talk about it, i'm sure i would be less happy about hearing it.

“We were going to tell you earlier, years earlier in fact, but we never knew how you would take it. But, we decided now’s the time to tell you the truth.”

“The truth?” I replied with confusion in my voice. I wondered what they were talking about. Obviously it must be important to call at such an unnatural hour.

Suddenly I heard the phone being grabbed as my father surrendered the phone.

“Yes dearie the truth, but before we tell you anything, you have to promise me that you will still always love Twilight, no matter what.”

Like usual, mother was freaking out about something, it didn't change my mood however. She stressed out about a multitude of subjects, especially ones involving me. Thankfully i didn't inherit that trait.

“Mom?” I replied, “What’s going on? What did she do kill someone?” I mocked teasingly, it usually helped calm her down whenever she was like this.

“THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER!” She yelled into the phone, I could hear my father in the background calming her down. “I’m sorry, just please promise me?”

“Erm okay… I promise.” I reassured her, why would I hate Twilight anyway? The sudden outburst made me reconsider the situation. Perhaps this was actually really important, but what could it be? And why didn't they tell me earlier?

My mother handed the phone back to my dad, who calmly grabbed it took a deep breath and continued.

“Well son you see…” I heard him sigh as he tried to find the words in his heart. “Twilight is as you know obviously not human.”

“Well yeah obviously” I replied sarcastically

“And you know that Unicorns are considered to be a myth, but you’re living with one right now.”

“I think we talked about this before Dad.” I remember back when I was little and my parents had to convince me that I did “not” have an imaginary friend. At first I thought that it was totally common, until I was badgered about it constantly at school. Needless to say I started claiming Twi's nonexistence almost immediately after starting school.

“Well that’s because…” Another sigh “you see she’s not from this world, or perhaps even this universe.”

“What do you mean?” I replied

“She’s, well she’s a character… from a Television Show… A cartoon.”

I tried to stifle a laugh.

“Your pulling my strings right? There is no way that she’s a TV character, I mean come on she’s literally in the next room. Cartoon characters do not exist in real life unless it’s a cosplayer, or a robot.”

Cosplaying was a common occurrence to me. it was one of my parent's guilty pleasures, and when you had a unicorn for a sister, well let's just say that we had some of the best costumes. Too bad sometimes they weren't really costumes. It was really a blessing that Twilight had started learning about the human biology so she could morph herself to look like a human. I still don't understand how she learned so much in such a little time.

When i was learning how to write in cursive, Twilight was learning about the mysteries of the human biology.

Not that it's a contest or anything. I'd totally win if it was though.

“I’m not kidding. I’m not sure if I would like to be or not.”

He had a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I didn’t believe it myself either when I first found her, neither did your mother… but it’s true, she’s from a show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the last generation of the series, before people decided to just give up on it entirely. There are still plenty of fans to go around sure, me and your mother are part of them, but there wasn't any money to be made. I could send you a link if you need any more proof.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, before my father even suggested it, I had opened my laptop and searched around for what he was talking about. Sure enough I found it, and right smack dab in the center of a group of ponies and unicorns and Pegasus. Was my sister

Twilight Sparkle.

And my parents were fans.