Living as my Oc

by SpedaHooves

First published

The boy woke up to a normal day. He brushed his teeth. He brushed his hair. Pretty standard, and quite boring.
What he didn't expect was for when he walked outside, he came upon a box. And suddenly it felt all too familiar, like that one mini movie series he liked. Only this time, he heard an older voice than the filly it displayed her as in it. One he would later know as one of his closest friends. Maybe more than that.