Ina distant galaxy, far away from our own, the planet Equis sat there peacefully. Its inhabitants consisted of talking ponies, griffins, dragons and many other creatures that humanity thought were fictional. Equestria, one of the biggest countries on Equis, was currently in a state of tranquilty. There had been many wars in the past, many battles with villians. But finally, everything was back to normal for the denizens of the alien planet.

Or so they thought.

Unbeknown to the ponies, a certain individual had appeared, right in the middle of the everfree.

And he was not happy.

"What the...where the fuck am I? What's going on?!"

I was freaking out. One minute I was going to my first convention as my favourite character in a recently released video game and now, I was stood in a clearing. A massive, open clearing filled with trees.

"This doesn't look like any forest that I recognise..."

The forest was...strange. The trees looked like they had a mine of their own.

Okay, before I get ahead of myself, my name is ...goddamit, what's my name? My mind is a bit foggy for some reason when I try to think about it. If I try to remember it, my head starts burning. I can remember, however, the events that led up to my current situation.

I was going to my first ever video game convention. I was going to go as Master Chief from Halo, but I decided on Daemon from the very recently released Bleeding Edge. I'm not sure why, but his general design and personality was just so cool to me. Loved how he played and everything, even if the game itself didn't have much of a story for any of the characters.

Anyway, I remember going as Daemon. But, I think I passed out just as I was ready to go home. One minute I was heading to my car and the next, bam. Out like a worn light.

Come to think of it, the guy who made my actual costume was a bit strange...maybe it had something to do with him? He did say that he was into voodoo, but I never believed it. Funny enough, there's a character in Bleeding Edge that also performs voodoo.

No, that couldn't be real. There's got to be a reasonable explanation for all this...

Hasn't there?

I sat there, pondering my never ending thoughts and trying not to freak out when I noticed something.

My legs. They felt...strange.

I looked down and touched them, feeling no sensation at all. I recoiled in fear and hit my back against a tree, grunting and falling down on my ass. I sat there, confused and freaked out. I attempted to move my legs and they responded just fine. Actually, they responded better than they usually did. I had a muscle issue, so I usually felt incredibly stiff, especially in my legs. But now, there was nothing. No pain, no stiffness what so ever. I tapped my legs again with my hand. I noticed a rather loud clank and thud. I looked in shock.

"But... there were just cheap plastic. That doesn't feel like plastic. That feels like some sort of very strong but light metal. What the..."

I stood up, amazed at how quick my legs responded. I looked at my custom fake sword that had been constructed by the same guy who did me the costume, but it felt a lot more sharp than I remembered. And it was incredibly shiny.

"Since when does plastic feel this sharp AND shine this much?"

I took it out of the shealth and swiped it left and right. It was a lot heavier than I remembered. It almost felt like...

"A real sword? What?"

I shook my head, trying to make sense of everything before I lost my mind.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. I went to a convention as a video game character, costume made by a dodgy bloke and now, I'm sat in the middle of a weird ass looking forest by myself, with what feels like real metal legs and a real sword."

I slowly started chuckling, which quickly turned into a fully bloated laugh. I couldn't stop laughing, tears forming around my eyes.

"Nah, this has all got to be a dream. Got to say, freaked me out for a minute there, brain. Okay now, can I wake up?"

I tried the very old trick of pinching myself. While it hurt, nothing. I slowly started to realise something.

"...This is real, isn't it? No, it can't be...am I going insane? Did I somehow die when I passed out and this is the afterlife?"

I paced around frantically, swiping my sword at a few trees. Amazingly, it cut through the branches as if it was a knife to butter.

"Wow. Okay. So this is certainly not plastic anymore."

Knowing now that this was indeed a real sword, I put it back in its shealth. I didn't feel like cutting my throat just yet. Not until I realised what the fuck was going on.

I then had an idea. If I've somehow become like Daemon...

"Maybe I can use his other abilties?"

It was a long shot, but with everything that had already happened, I figured that I'd already gone off of the deep end. So why not plunge even further?

I thought of going into stealth mode like Daemon can do in the game....and then, all of a sudden, I looked down at my body and noticed that I blended in really well with the enviroment. I thought I'd completely disappeared for a second.

"No way. This is...I'm...I can't believe this..."

I de-activated the cloak the same way that I activated it. I then thought of his other abilties. If that worked, what about his shurikin and his dash ability?

I attempted to dash forward and sure enough, I dashed at a speed that I'd never seen any other human go, dashing forward before finishing up with a swipe of my sword. I looked down at my sword and chuckled. "This is so cool...this can't be real. Did somebody roofie me when I went to the bar just before the convention?"

I felt into my pockets and found a bunch of heavy, shiny and very sharp shurikens. I threw one at a tree and it impaled itself into the poor wood. I smirked.

"Damn."

I looked around, sighing. "I need to make sense of all of this. I can't be Daemon? How would that even be possible? He's not even real!"

I sat down, frustrated and tired. I started thinking of my family and my friends. I was lost in a forest and I had no idea where I was. There was no forests, especially none like this, anywhere near where the convention had taken place. What if I died here?

"Mom and dad are probably wondering where I've gone...goddamit..I've gotta get back."

Before I could wallow anymore in my current plight, I heard something to the far right of me. It sounded like...

Trotting?

Hooves. It sounded like hooves trotting. I jumped up to my feet...well, whatever they were now, and proceeded to take my now real sword and held it in front of me, ready to defend myself if need be. I had taken martial arts in the past, the same as Daemon to some degree, so I knew how to defend myself if I had to.

What walked out of the clearing made me lose any words that I could hope to fetch out of my mouth. Whatver this thing was, it looked like a small, techni coloured...pony? It had one wing on both sides of its body and a horn on the top of its head.

"Now I know I've gone mental...a fucking unicorn with wings?"

I mentally laughed at myself. What had someone drugged me with? Acid?

The creature...pony thing...looked at me with a shocked, yet curious expression. It started to walk towards me, me raising my sword in response. It stopped moving as it saw this and looked at me, scanning my features.

I could have sworn that I started to see its mouth move. What was it...

"Hello? Can you understand me?"

I looked at the small coloured pony, it staring back at me with a slightly uneasy expression. I then felt incredibly weak all of a sudden and the last thing that I remember...

Was laughing like an insane person.

Author's Note

A new story that I thought of after playing so many hours of Bleeding Edge these past few weeks. Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Stay tuned for more.