Scenario 3: What the Fic
Chapter 1 – It Begins
AN: Disclaimer: May cause confusion, don’t say I didn’t warn you (What were you expecting from something called ‘Scenario 3: What the Fic’?)
*grumble*
‘I guess this is a good a place as any to stop for a break.’ A figure stretched and eased its way away from the computer. Making its way upstairs, it began its hunt for something to eat. Opening the fridge, it stared into the chilly abyss, searching for its prey.
“Hmm….” Its eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as if nothing else was important as this moment.
‘Ham it is then.’ It thought as it grabbed the pre-sliced deli meat and a squeeze bottle of mustard. Tossing the two ingredients onto the counter, it began to hum a cheery tune from a show it was far too old to be watching. Picking up a loaf of bread, it took out two slices, tossing them both on the counter as well. Ingredients assembled, it began its construction of the simple dish. It artfully placed a couple of ham slices on the bread, then picked up the mustard, giving it a rough shake before popping open the lid. Pausing, the figure gave a hard look at the ham before squiggling a random design onto it with the mustard. Artistically satisfied, as well as with the mustard saturation, it turns away to put the rest of ham and bottle of mustard back in their place of belonging.
The random design on the sandwich began to glow slightly, unbeknownst to its creator. This sigil represented the power to obtain dreams, to grant wishes, to…
*SPLAT*
The second piece of bread found its way on top of the magical construct, smudging it. Against all odds, it still held some power, not as much as before, but enough to…
*munch*
The figure took a large bite out of the sandwich and was greeted by the oddest sensation. With eyebrow raised and mouth full of sandwich, it mused, “…huh…tingly.”
Promptly, however, hunger won over curiosity and the figure resumed chewing. Making its way back down the stairs of its parent’s house, it resumed its task of reading pony fan fiction, oblivious to what it had just missed out on. Out beyond the great empty void of the cosmos something stirred, over the eons it stood watch over creation as it sat ever still on its throne. The same hand that once sparked and molded this realm into existence moved once again, it face-palmed.
Despite the new magnitudes of fail this event reached, there was an outcome besides failure that occurred. The power that existed in the mighty sandwich spawned a vague copy of the clueless being’s consciousness within the plane of imagination. (Had the power had time, it would have brought the being entirely over to the world of its dreams, granted its wishes, etc, etc. But, nooooo, it just had to be clueless and eat the sandwich like some kind of freak. So instead, a slop job had to be done... The powers of the universe can be just the smallest amount of bitter sometimes.) This newborn consciousness felt a tug. Tug, in this case, meaning a monumental force that flung it across the space where countless feats of imagination resided. As it collided with ideas, barreled through musings and sank through dreams it began to change. Its nature became less of that of the original consciousness, and instead became something new. It shifted into something that wore the amalgamation of thoughts and dreams that stuck to it like a protective shell. As it continued its journey it gained powers and abilities within imagination. (You know, the slightly inferior versions to the other kind. If they were beyond imagination, they would hardly exist in the imagination plane, now would they?) But despite a fundamental change in nature, and gaining strengths some pined deeply for, the entity was distracted and hardly noticed. As the being had no clue to why it was hurtling through space, and mentally screaming was only entertaining for so long, it started to make the most of its time. It learned to extend its senses, to view and consider what was happening around it, getting glimpses of dreams and thoughts that were not its own. It saw hints of countless worlds, existing on planes slightly different to its own, and it was intrigued.
The being was finally snapped out of its sightseeing stupor when it felt the insistent tug dissipate. It had arrived at its destination, ‘Where am I?’ The being extended tendrils of sense, searching for hints of its location. Initially finding nothing, it began to wander about the space it found itself in. Engrossed in its investigation, it did not notice a line extending across its path until it was too late.
‘Uugh… what is this?’ Coming in contact with the line, the entity stuck fast. It struggled, trying to get free, but only managed to tangle itself further. Thoroughly stuck, it focused its attention on the line and noticed something was inscribed on it.
’’Plotline?’ What does that even mean?!’ It rumbled with frustration. ‘Gah… this couldn’t get any worse.’ The universal laws of causality answered. A presence entered the range of the being’s senses. Immediately, it snapped its attention to the approaching mass. It felt prismatic, and heavy. Heavy enough to do some serious damage
‘No…’
Panicking, it summoned whatever strength, whatever mystery powers it held and shot it towards the mass. Unfortunately, this only seemed to accelerate the mass, which caused the entity to panic further. It resumed its wild thrashing, trying desperately to get free. Against all odds, it just about managed to free itself; ‘Yes!’ This was also the moment, however, when it realized it had forgotten about the immanent collision with the approaching mass, which was now right next to it.
‘Oh F-‘ The entity exploded into a ring of rainbow light, its consciousness and power dissipating as it spread across the reality beyond in a spectacular light show.
[Years Later…]
A regent of the stars returned from a long banishment, sending echoes through the world on multiple levels. Fragments of thought and energy stirred in response to the long lost magic, awakening from its long slumber. Pieces hosted most strongly in prominent personalities, in beings whose fates were tied together. As the hosts came together, the being gathered itself, reforming to the best of its ability. The final piece came when powerful magic defeated the returned regent. The consciousness had finally reformed but it was still awhile before it regained awareness.
The entity awoke groggily in a dimly lit space. It extended its awareness around it, and sensed a variety of… things. Maps, various sweets and was that… a cannon? The thing gave a mental sigh; there were better things to be doing then examining the variety of objects floating in the space. That could wait. It tried to summon its will to manifest something, to make something happen, but to no avail. Despite its best efforts, the only feedback it got was just a sort of fizzling sensation. It grumbled in frustration, at its perceived impotence. (Though, it never really got a chance to bring its powers up to full swing anyways, so it really didn’t make a huge difference.) After a while of being able to do absolutely nothing, it decided to elevate its senses to a different plane, to view where it was exactly in the universe. (Why it could access this power now it didn’t really know, the universal law of dramatic convenience sort of works that way.) It concentrated, looking at the worlds around it.
If it had a mouth, or lungs for that matter, it would have whistled. ‘Wow, this place is pretty popular.’ It saw a single golden world, surrounded by countless other realities. Due to the nature of its own existence, the entity could feel that these worlds were spin-offs, ideas and alternate realities spawned by the inspiration from a single canon world. It was a beautiful thing. (The sight not the entity, though if it had a mirror…) An idea popped into the things head. ‘Let’s take a closer look at one of these worlds.’ Noticing newly forming world, misty and shining, the entity brought its attention upon it, allowing itself to sink in and view the goings on of the world.
A bright flash occurred on a hill overlooking a certain town. A figure was dumped unceremoniously to the ground. The figure groaned, before getting to its feet. The smell of fresh air and grass filled its nose. The figure scratched its head and looked around in confusion.
“This isn’t my room…” It mumbled. It started looking around, before locking its sight on a certain castle. “No way…” Its eyes opened excitedly, not believing what it was seeing. A maniac grin grew on its face, “That’s Canterlot, which means…” Its eyes shifted downwards locking onto the spread out town before it. It let out an excited gasp “Ponyville…” A sense of euphoria filled the brony, this was an experience that every other salty brony dreamed of. He stopped; this couldn’t be a dream could it. He frowned, and drew up a shaky hand looking at its fingers. He drew his hand over his arm, hovering ready to pinch but not sure whether it could handle the reality. Finally, he could bear the tension no more and he pinched himself. “Ow!” He hissed in pain before a slow smile spread across his face. It was real, IT WAS REAL. He let out a whoop of joy, blabbering over his excitement to be in the place of his dreams. “First I’ll meet Pinkie, then Twilight, then I’ll glomp Fluttershy and then…” The brony took an eager step forward, towards his new life…
At this moment the watching entity decided to try and extend itself further into the world. It wanted to try and see if it could get closer look at this strange creature. Once again it exerted its will, feeling itself getting closer and closer until....
ZAP!!!
A bright flash surrounded the brony, warping him. In another world, another light flashed and dumped a very surprised brony a few feet onto a bed. Looking around in a panic, the brony saw the room was familiar, too familiar. He was back home in his room. Frantically he started pinching himself, after each painful response the reality of the situation sank deeper and deeper. Finally, the brony stopped, clenched his fits and yelled. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…..”
The excited thing the being had tried to get a closer look at had vanished from the world, leaving no trace that it had ever come there in the first place.
‘…’
‘... That shouldn’t make that big of a deal…right?’
The world promptly exploded, popping like a bubble.
‘…….. oops.’ The entity withdrew itself entirely back to its current plane. On the edge of its senses it felt an angry rumbling, which sent a chilling feeling deep into its core. ‘Right, so no more trying to touch things in alternate universes.’
Having accomplished destroying an alternate reality, the being felt a bit finicky, perhaps it was time to move on in case something tried to come looking for it. Given its now seemingly weak state, except for accomplishing things that screwed everything up of course, it seemed like a solid idea. The being once again extended its senses to inspect the area, searching for an exit or a pathway to a different realm. The being quickly felt what seemed to be a weakness in the plane it currently occupied. It floated over to it, running its senses over the breach. Somehow, it felt like a silky, tangled mess of something that exuded the smell of… candy? Furrowed in confusion, the being considered the pros and cons of its next more. On one side it had no idea what was on the other side of this odd portal, (Though not as odd as some of the dreams it had drifted through.) and given its weakened state, it had doubts whether it could take down any challenges it faced. Then again, there was no point in just drifting around in the space an examining the bizarre objects present in it, but who knows, maybe it could gather more strength, possibly to its formal level, then it could…
A force of frustration built up behind the musing entity, coming from somewhere else completely in the universe. The entity panicked at this sensation, not knowing what was going on. ‘No! I’m not ready, I don’t want to…’ As it came in contact with the fluffy barrier thing, it felt itself being compressed, changed, shifting to the reality of the world it was soon to inhabit…
The entity tumbled out of the soft, fragrant barrier, hitting the floor and dazing itself. A flood of new sensations hit the entity, the weight of muscles, the beating of a heart, and sounds. It was a new feeling, the feeling of a physical body. It shook its head, clearing itself of the minor trauma. It opened its eyes, quickly closing them again against the harsh lights. Eyes watering, it slowly opened its eyes, blinking several times to get used to the level of lighting. It saw a brightly colored room, filled with wonderfully tantalizing scents as well as a multitude of techno-colored ponies. It was soon after observing the ponies that the being realized that they were all staring at it, eyes and jaws agape. A tickling sensation began to form in its brain, the compulsion to say something starting to overflow; it opened its mouth to do just that:
“Erm… Meow?”
AN: First off I’d like to apologize by describing the protagonist as ‘it’ for the entire duration of the chapter. I wanted to create a mysterious tone that didn’t constant involve me saying, ‘the being’, ‘the entity’, etc, etc. (Though I did that too anyways.) Next chapter I write, I promise I won’t use ‘it’ so much. Also, I may rewrite parts of this chapter in the future once I figure out how to more clearly express my ideas. (Which may or may not decrease confusion, no guarantees.) For now, I kinda just have to get this up before I do something I’ll regret. Like never posting it.
With that out of the way, congratulations on making it this far. In case you didn’t know this is my first fic I’ve written. Feel free to comment & criticize, I’d love to hear what other people thought about my story. Apologies for terrible grammar, tone and general ability to do anything right, I’m new at this. Also, feel free to ask questions about anything confusing, I’ll do my best to explain my ideas.
Credits to Zaibatsu for prereading this and giving me some feedback so I could make it better before I released it. If not for him, this would have made even less sense (possibly in a bad way) than it already does. If you enjoy hilarious HiEs be sure to check out his story Shackes and Friendship. (Which I happen to edit... terribly)
Anyways, plans for this story. To be honest, I really don’t have anything concrete. I specifically wrote the story the way it is (ie. with ridiculous ideas) so I could experiment/ get better as a writer... hopefully. All I really wanted out of this story was to screw around with ponies. As for chapter updates, I have no idea when I’ll get them out. I’ll be motivated to write more if I get positive feedback, but I can’t really guarantee any regular updates.
I hope you have enjoyed reading this, I know I enjoyed writing it.
