Of Pony and Machine

In the beginning, there was nothing. The sound, perfect, nothing.

Nothing existed, and it was just that: Nothing. And everything was great, oh how great it was.
But yes, then, yes, the accursed They came, accursed they be, and started to soil the perfect nothing!

Whenever they went, everything appeared, yes it did, and the noise, the colours, made me hurt yes yes, made me hurt!

So, so, I fought back, yes, for the great Nothing I fought, wherever I went, I left the sound, and the perfect, nothing.

And then, there was nothing again- No! They, the accursed, and malign, They, came again and everything was once more!

And so I clawed, striked, hissed, roared, split, spit at them, but they wouldn’t cease, they wouldn’t!

And so they smashed, shot, burned, froze, pierced, and slashed me with their accursed dark weapons!

And then...Then They backed me from all sides, and tried to bind me, no, no, NO, NO!

But...Before they could, I slashed and nothing they became, but the prison still appeared, cursed prison and cursed they be!

And all that noise...All those things that made me hurt were still there, there!

But what's this? The walls have lifted? But closed again, before I could traverse! It Hurts, oh, it Hurts!...But what's this again? A grain, a grain of me escaped..?

Go little grain, go! Make the world nothing again, hear my plea grain!

***

And so, the piece of the Nothing traversed the many layers of reality without moving an inch, until it finally found the material one...In the alleyway of Canterlot, dimly illuminated by Luna’s Moon.

***

The late-morning Sun had already risen some time ago, the drowsy town of Ponyville already bustling with active villagers.

It was a small village, made out of sturdy cottages, that although sounded like it, were far from primitive. The townsfolk were friendly, if not a bit paranoid of outsiders, and just the right amount, making it so everypony knew everypony, and that's what they were, ponies.

In between the buildings however, stood a small crystal castle, and through one of its windows was coming Celestia’s sunlight. It fell right onto Jenny’s battered form, and made a few dust particles visible, those lazily floating about.

Her body was scratched in most parts, a lingering memory of her many hardships, rust covering the open metal. She was quite a sorry sight, the right side of her head bended inwards, seemingly from a strong impact. Her two “pigtails'' on her head, which somehow managed to stay intact this entire time, still had a tint of blue on them. If you ignored the mud and the ominous red stains of course.

Then, her imobile body twitched. She had finally harnessed enough solar power, the little that was, to activate a reboot.

Then, she opened her eyes, the glass on one of them broken, and looked at the ceiling.

For one peaceful moment, she did nothing. And then the memories hit her like a railgun.

She bolted into a seated position, aiming her arm at anything that could harm her, ready to defend herself. She only calmed down once she confirmed the place was, indeed, safe.

She then noticed that she only had one arm, and proceeded to-

She looked again. Her arm was missing.

She groaned, noting that her voice-disks were still intact. At least she had that.

Then, another thought hit her before she could further lament the loss of her limb.

Frantically looking around, she saw the bookshelves and the large windows. The writing desk with a bunch of items on it she didn’t care about at the moment, and finally, a nightstand. It was to her side, and on it, was the device.

She sighed in relief, or atleast came as close to that as a machine can, and once again calmer, she picked it up and stored it in a chest compartment. She would NOT lose it again, not after the last time.

Now having room to think, and a room to look around, she finally noticed she was laying on a bed. It was one of those fancy ones with the posts above which hangs a blanket. It was a bit small for her however, her legs almost sticking out of the end of said bed.

So, whoever put her in the room was fancy, and liked reading, if the tall bookshelves were anything to go about. And that was about it, save for the...Writing desk?

She looked closer at the things that were on it. A half-open book, a burnt out candle, and a picture frame.

She zoomed on it, and saw a purple horse with wings and a horn, as well as a purple lizard with green scales pointing upwards on his head on his hind legs. Both were smiling, which looked plain weird.

Before she could question it, the door opened and someone barged in.

“...Let's see now if-!” They didn’t finish as a panicked shot blew a hole in the side of the door.

“Friendly, we are friendly!” The woman yelled as she put up a transparent purple dome around herself.

Only that it wasn’t a woman. It was a rather small purple horse with wings and a horn, as well as a purple lizard with green scales pointing upwards on his head and going to his tail. He was clinging to the horse’s hoof, and was on his hind legs.
Both wore a scared expression on their faces.

Her aim didn’t come off them for a few moments. Then Jenny realised what she had done.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-” She cut herself short as she facepalmed with her one hand. Good first impression.

The horse and the lizard looked at each other, before the mare nodded in understanding at what just happened and slowly approached.

“Don’t worry,” She said, and looking at her Jenny saw her giving a friendly smile “It's alright.”

Jenny smiled back after a few moments. They didn’t seem to be bent on harming her...Although from what she had just done, she probably deserved it.

She was glad that she missed.

“I am Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship. And what's your name?” The horse offered and asked the obvious question.

“Im Jenny,” She replied “Jenny Wakeman.” Been a while since she heard her own name. It was...Nice to hear it again.

“Who are you?” Twilight then asked the next logical question, yet before Jenny could respond, ask anything about the mare, the concerned looking lizard by said mare’s legs, where she was, or about the silly sounding title, the whole dam broke. Naturally, questions spilled out.
“Where did you come from are you alright are you hurt what happened to youareyouanalien-” Jenny could only smile awkwardly as she was barraged with words, while trying her best to answer.

This would be a long day.