Applejack Is An Interdimensional Alien

Applejack was only asleep for a couple of hours before the light from the sun shining through the window forced her awake. For a moment, she was confused as to why she was lying on the ground in a house she didn’t recognize, but then remembered the thing and the darkness and the snow and falling asleep where she lay now. At least in waking up she now knew for sure that she wasn’t dreaming. Not that she really thought she was in the first place, but it was good to have confirmation. Now all she needed to do was figure out what in Equestria- or, wherever she was- she should do.

The mare stretched her legs and looked over to the colt to see him still lying where he was, not moving, but eyes staring directly at her. She noticed this morning that he was more green than blue, with a dark blue mane with dark red eyes, and saw that he’d somehow been able to cover almost his entire body with her hat. Not that he needed it anymore. It was much warmer now than it was a few hours ago, the temperature having risen considerably in the short time she’d been asleep.

“Did y’all sleep well?” she asked, only for him to remain silent and shrink back away from her slightly. She frowned, not liking that he was still afraid of her, but understood it. She was still an unknown pony sleeping in a stranger’s house. She'd be afraid if she was in his situation.

“Well, uh…” she started awkwardly, rubbing one of her hooves behind the other, “Ah guess Ah best get going now. Don’t want yer mom ta get mad with me or freak out that Ah’m still here.”

Carefully, she bent down and picked her hat up from off of the colt, and saw a sight she didn’t notice in the darkness yesterday, one that she didn’t like to see.

“When was the last time ya had something ta eat?” she asked seriously as she scowled at the sight of his ribs. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to, because Applejack was already marching downstairs to see if the mare had returned and give her a piece of her mind.

She moved into the living room and through the house to see… nothing. There was just as much nothing there now as there was the day before, the light shining through the windows letting her take in just how bare the house truly was. She’d never seen anyplace so empty, and it was almost shocking how little there was. No food, no furniture, hardly anything but dust was present. As she continued to move, she also noted the fact that the colt’s mother clearly hadn’t returned back despite her son still being there.

“I wonder if she’s hurt…” Applejack thought. “Or maybe froze her tail off with how cold it was out there…” She really didn’t want to think about that. While she might have had a few words to say about her parenting skills, she had to admit that she did just waltz into their home by surprise, and the mare did look terrified of her… not to mention, she really was against leaving a foal all alone in a place like this, with no food or games or anything to keep it occupied.

“He’ll probably be fine,” she tried to tell herself. “His mother will come back and then everything will be fine. He looks old enough to handle being on his own…”

Of course, some other part of her also said that maybe she wouldn’t some back and maybe the poor thing wouldn’t be fine. With as thin as it looked, she didn’t want to think about what might happen to it after a few days if the colt’s mother didn’t return, or even if she did return, considering how thin it looked. Not to mention, it was mostly her fault she was gone, seeing as she technically broke into their home…

AJ sighed to herself. Of course she was going to go after the boy’s mother. There wasn’t any other way this would play out. She knew that in the back of her mind the moment she saw him standing at the top of the steps last night. She just wished the mare wouldn’t have freaked out of her like she did, or at least had taken her son with her when she ran off.

She turned to head back upstairs to get him, but saw that he’d already quietly crept down and was standing near the base, wearing her hat on his head, his eyes barely peeking out from under it. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight as she spoke to him.

“Hey, sugarcube,” she called. “Ah know ya don’t know who Ah am, but Ah’m not really comfortable leavin’ ya here all alone with nopony around…” She paused, then continued, “Ah think ya should come with me until we find yer mom.”

“Find her?” the foal squeaked out, tilting his head.

“Yeah. Ah was thinking we follow the tracks probably left through the snow and-”

“That’s not my mom,” he suddenly interrupted, speaking in a whisper.

“Um, what?” Applejack asked, completely confused. “Ah thought you said that was your mom. You said she told ya not ta close the window.”

“That’s not my mom,” the colt whispered again, sniffling a bit. “My mom left and didn’t come back.”

Now Applejack became concerned, and started to ask, “When did she leave? Who was that pony?”

The colt shook his head to say he didn’t know, and answered, “She ate all the food Mom left for me… but I stayed awake to make sure she didn’t close the window.”

“What’s this business about now closing the window for?” the mare asked. “It looks like the middle of winter out there. Don’t ya get cold?”

“Mom said not to close the window cause then people will know I live here and try to take me…”

“Well... “ she trailed off, hating that she told him that, disliking that places existed where ponies actually had to lock their doors. “Ah’m not tryin’ ta take y’all or anything,” she said, “but Ah don’t want y’all here all alone.

“Mom also told me about ponies with pictures on them,” he continued quietly. “She said you’re the reason this happened to us…”

“The reason what happened to you?”

“The reason I’m a horse…”

Applejack didn’t know what he meant by that or what he could've been before besides a pony, but she really didn’t want to leave him all alone by himself, especially with the way he looked. She knew he wouldn’t last more than a few more days if he were left alone.

“Well, Ah gotta say, you look mighty cold and hungry ta me. Ah ain’t tryin’ ta force y’all, but Ah really do think you should come with me.”

The colt took a step back, shaking his head once again, and the mare found herself at a loss. She didn’t know what she should do, other than her common sense telling her she couldn’t let him stay all alone. She didn't want to force him to come with her to... wherever she was going to go, but she knew she couldn't let him stay alone.

“Well… why don’t y’all start by telling me what yer name is?”

“I… don’t have a name…”

“You don’t have a name?” she asked, getting another shake of his head in response. “What kind of pony doesn’t have a name?”

The colt looked at the ground in embarrassment, his ears going flat against his head, causing Applejack to instantly start feeling bad.

“Ah’m sorry,” she apologized. “Ah’m sorry. Why don’t ya start by telling me what ya were before you became a pony?”