Sister or Unicorn?

“Trist? What are you doing up so late?”

The unexpected sound of Twilight asking me questions snapped me back to reality, all of the sudden I was no longer in the middle of a forest, staring at my father as he examined the adorable little Unicorn in my arms.

Instead we were at my apartment and the adult version of said Unicorn was just walking out of her room. She hadn’t noticed that I was watching her in an alternate universe and for at least this moment I had intended to keep it that way.

If anything I wanted to at least explain it to her first.

I had hung up on my father over an hour ago and the phone was lying at my side with the laptop in my lap. I quickly shut the laptop to avoid her discovery for a few brief minutes at least.

“Oh sorry just… watching a movie.” I lied to her, very poorly at that, and I could see immediately that she didn’t believe me.

“Okay so what were you really doing?”

She rubbed her eyes as she tried to get the dust out. She hadn’t changed into her human form yet. She rarely did at home, unless we were planning on having company. It was somewhere around five in the morning now, so we didn’t have anything planned. Her purple mane was ruffled, but somehow by some miracle her pink strip that runs down the middle of it still ran completely straight.

“Well?” she asked, obviously getting impatient at my refusal to come clean.

“If you’re watching pornography again you can just tell me.” She bluntly accused

She only caught me once, and that was a long time ago…

“N... NO!” I started to blush slightly from embarrassment. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Then what is it, and why is it so secretive that you can’t tell your sis about it?” she started playing a guilt trip as she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and quivered her lip at me. It was obvious that there was no escape, I would have to tell her about it before she levitated the laptop from my grip and found out the hard way. I was not about to let that happen.

“I… I’ll tell you okay but, let me explain first.” I couldn’t help but feel terrible about this. Like this sudden revelation was going to ruin our lives. More specifically hers, would she be mad? Probably, who wouldn’t be finding out that you’re a cartoon character?

“Well c’mon then out with it!” Her eyes were brightening with excitement; she loved the thought about what dark juicy secrets she could use to tease me with. Little did she know the weight of the words I was about to shoot at her. She took a seat beside me as I straightened up on the couch and coughed before letting it out.

“I... talked to mom and dad today, in fact almost as soon as I got home; they had something important they wanted to tell me…”

“Oh! And tell me dear brother what is this wonderful piece of intelligence we are receiving.” She was mocking me, probably trying to make me bring out the news faster, possibly just to tease me some more.

“I was getting around to that you impatient little jerk.” I jabbed at her right back; maybe it would ease the upcoming waves. I sighed a little without thinking.

If there’s one problem with living with someone, they start to learn to read you. She already knew that whatever it was, it was serious, and we were involved.

“Okay seriously what’s up” She placed a hoof on my shoulder causing me to look at her face; she was wearing a smile, a little soft cute smile.

A smile that said “Hey come on just tell me so I can help.”

Or “You can trust me.”

Or perhaps the worst of them all

“I’m here for you.”

“You remember when we first met? In the woods?” I asked her, my hand was starting to tremble at the weight of the burden I was slowly unloading. How could I tell her, my own sister, even if she isn’t really my sister.

That she’s from a TV show? I kept trying to build up defenses against it.

Maybe it was coincidence? No there’s no way that could possibly just be coincidence , Not only was she the same when it came to looks, down to her eyes even, but the name as well?

Maybe she was the inspiration for the show? But how would that work? She was a filly when we found her and the show was made over 20 years ago, sure you could take time travel into the matter. Why not, after all if unicorns exist I’m sure time travel exists as well.

But then how did she turn back into a filly?

I softly cursed myself as my mind raced, thinking or ways or explanations.

But then it struck me, why would it matter? And at that same instance I answered that question myself.

Why would it matter? Because look at the life she is living right now, and look at what her life could be. Instead of being friendly with what looked like the entire town of Ponyville, the star pupil of a princess that raised the sun. Having five best friends, with unique personalities, who would look out for each other no matter what.

She had me, she had her “parents”, she had the internet, and she had this apartment.

Not much of a contest is it? She hardly had any friends in this world, most of them were my friends, she tried making a few, but giving off a good first impression was not her strong suit.

And don’t even talk about dating.

“You remember how our parents are complete dorks right?” I started leaking, slowly letting the words find form in my mind before saying it with my mouth.

“Psh yeah, and you wonder why we turned out the way we did.” Joking, again to lighten the mood.
It wasn’t working

“Well there was one thing, one fandom they didn’t tell us about.”

“Oh god please don't tell me our parents are into bestiality!” She laughed at that finding the idea of how she was brought into this world from such a twisted viewpoint entertaining. Obviously she was joking as we both remembered how we found her in the woods.

“No…” I replied softly

“Necrophilia?” She continued, searching somewhere in my face for a smile, I tried to fake one for her.
It didn’t work either

“Harem?” she tilted her head to the side

“No, they were fans of a show that ended about 20 years ago.” I replied

“That’s all?” She stated obviously unimpressed “That can’t be it, you don’t get all worked up for something like that.”

“Yeah, there’s more to it than that.” Here it was, that final step, there was no real way to let it out softly was there? It was now or never.

“Twilight… you’re….”

“Wait hold that thought for a second!” She suddenly jumped up and ran into the kitchen. It was one last final prod, just because she could.

She knew I would wait for her too.

She came back holding a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses, putting them on the coffee table near the middle of the room, she started to fill hers first, sipping at it when the glass was about half way full, then all the way before moving on to mine.

“Twi I’m not…”

“Shush you I’m concentrating.” That was a total lie; she was a very damn good multi-tasker. She would help me with my homework, and do hers at the same time. And that was when we were kids.

I waited patiently as she finished pouring the glasses, I didn’t want to drink but I would get over it. I wish she didn’t break the champagne out. This wasn’t something to celebrate.

Finally she finished pouring the glasses and handed me my glass with her magic. I grabbed it out of the air and continued.

“Twilight… you’re in the show.”

And then I was sprayed with all the champagne she was just drinking.

“What? No way” disbelief, as expected.

I rubbed my eyes and used my shirt as a makeshift towel to wipe the drink off my face. Afterwards I looked at her; I didn’t have to say anything. My silence spoke louder.

“Y… Your serious?” she continued “I’m actually in the show?”

I nodded

“W…were you just watching that?” she questioned me with a look of deep concern on her face.

I looked to my laptop, before opening it and loading it back to the first episode. Twilight moved over to me so she could watch as well, refilling her glass.

“Wow this is going to be a long day.” She stated, and for once in a long time I couldn’t tell what she was feeling.