Ok, he's got something. It's rough but he'll make it up as he goes along, since nobody is really able to prove him wrong.

The story is: His parents are rich explorers and are put somewhere exploring the world, while sending him to a town to settle in while they're away. They have left him a supply of bits so he can take up a place of residence, as to explain the surplus of bits that he has. As for why he came out of the forest, uuuuh, ok so maybe he didn't fully plan it out. It shouldn't be that hard though. Hmmmmmm. He could say that's where his parents dropped him off, but considering nobody saw them come him that would probably fall apart.

Ok, this one isn't going to be as easy but it's the only one he can explain, it could also explain why he's so dirty too. He was surveying the town and the forest surrounding it. He did like to watch nature occasionally anyway, so that one could hold up too. Ok, he's got it down, if anybody asks anything he can just build on his story. Now all he had to do was walk into the town.

This was more nerve-racking than he thought. He hasn't seen any ponies in more than a year! He's forgotten how to talk to people. Ok, ok, this was fine. HE was fine. HE COULD DO THIS. Ok? Ok.

Though hesitantly at first, he does actually begin walking towards the town. When about five minutes have passed he's on the edge of the main road. He almost freezes up for a second then remembers that there were ponies in the street who could possibly call him out, so he continues walking forward. First thing he needed to do was find the uh, town hall he guesses? That's where you would usually ask for a house or something right? Though he does dread having to ask somebody though.

He spots a mare with a beige coat and dark blue and pink hair, with what seemed to be candies for a cutie mark. The so-called mare was the closest to him so he guesses he'll just ask her, and so he approaches.

"Um, excuse me ma'am?" he says.

"Oh! Hey there little guy, what is it?" she says, looking down on him.

"Do you uh, is there a town hall or something around here? And also please don't call me that."

"Oh, well I think if you just keep walking straight you'll come on it," she says, slightly startled by the colts blunt request.

"Oh, uh, thanks," he says, started to head in said direction.

"Oh, wait!"

"Huh?" he says, slightly anxious as to why she called him again.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before, are you new?"

"Uh, yeah, just showed up here today actually."

"Oh, well welcome to Ponyville! I hope you like it."

"Uh, yeah."

"Oh um, before you leave. Why are you, hmm. I don't want to be rude but why are you so dirty."

"Oh! Yeah I may have fell down a hill on the way here. Said hill may have also led into a puddle of mud."

"Oh dear, are you okay?" she says, her face looking concerned

"Yeah I'm fine, I didn't break a leg or anything if that's what you're asking."

"Oh, goo-"

All of the sudden their conversation is interrupted by a shouting of "Rattler! It's a rattler! Everybody run for their lives!"

Upon looking over to said commotion, an old mare was, quite slowly, making her way away from what looked like a vegetable cart. Looking at the vegetable cart revealed there did seem to be what looked like a snake among the produce. After waiting a couple of seconds though revealed it seemed to be just the tail of, wait, is that a griffin? The griffin says a few words to the cart-keeper then proceeds to walk away. Well, that happened I guess. Weird.

"Um," he says trying to get the attention of the mare he was talking just a minute ago, "I'm just gonna go I guess..."

"Well, take care! I hope you enjoy our little town!"

"I'll try" he says, finally walking away.

That was thankfully not as stressful as he thought it would be, though he was just asking for directions. Going towards the direction the mare pointed towards earlier, he makes his way. This didn't seem so bad so f- ope!

He stopped suddenly, as a yellow mare with a long pink mane seemed to be leading a bunch of ducks across the street.

"Come on little duckies, this way," she said

While leading the ducks however, she accidentally bumps into someone. Oh, it was the griffin from earlier actually.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" the griffin said, starting to seem hostile.

"Oh, um. I'm sorry, I-I-I was trying to-"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," the griffin says, mocking her. "Why don't you just watch where you're going doofus?"

Pfft, wow he should not find that funny. But she said doofus, who says doofus? Like c'mon.

"B-b-b-but I... I"

As the words were trying to come out of the mares mouth, the griffin reels back, and let's out an absolutely massive roar. All the other ponies watching were slightly taken aback. After a couple seconds the yellow mare cries and flys away.

"Ugh, please, all these lame ponies are driving me buggy. I gotta bail."

Just as she was about to fly away he did something, something he was probably going to regret later.

"Hey! That was a bit unnecessary wasn't it?" he says, slightly surprised that he blurted out like that. The thing that made him nervous the most was that every pony in the area was now looking at him.

"Who said that?" the griffin turns around, and upon looking, sees him, "You got something to say, little punk?"

"I mean, I did kinda say "Hey!" at you so isn't that kind of obvious? Oh wait, it was rhetorical wasn't it?"

"What are you even talking about?" her face slightly confused now

"Oh, yeah, that. That was just a little harsh wasn't it? I mean she was just leading a bunch of ducks across the road."

"She bumped into me. She got what was coming to her."

"You're.... you're joking right?"

"Why would I be joking?"

"That is just, that's like one of the stupidest things I've ever heard. Like, it was just an accident."

"Well she wouldn't have bumped into me if she watches where she was going," she says, stating it matter-of-factly.

"Oh my Faust, you're actually serious."

"Ok, now I got a question little punk." she says, getting closer to him, "why's a little kid like you talking back to an adult?"

"Ok, first of all, I'm not even talking back to you. I was asking you a question. Second of all, there is no way you're an adult, you're acting younger than me right now."

"Uh-" she says, looking offended, "What did you just say about me?"

"Jeez, you can't hear either? Like c'mon I said it loud and clear."

"Uh-. Whatever, all you ponies are lame, I gotta blow this joint anyway" she says, flying away.

Now Twisted is left all alone in the middle of the street.

"And she couldn't even come up with a comeback or anything. Jeez."

Upon looking at his surroundings, he discovers that literally everybody on the street was now staring at him. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen.

"Uuuh, can y'all like, stop staring, the drama's over with"

After he said that, every pony attempts to go back to their normal business. Of course after that happens he walks away as fast as he could. That's what you get for being for trying to be a hero Twisted. Gosh, he should've just walked away. Why does he always do this?

While walking he takes note of a few things. One, a literal gigantic tree just in the middle of the street, which seemed to have a door? And windows? And a balcony???? He's not going to question it and instead goes around it towards the direction the mare pointed to earlier. Two, a literal giant gingerbread house, he would also hopefully look more into that later.

After walking a bit more he comes upon what looks like a, a carousel/courthouse thing? It looked kind of like a courthouse at least. He decides that this building looks important enough to be a town hall, so he walks inside.

"Hello?"

Upon saying that he is greeted by a light-brown mare with glasses behind a desk.

"Oh, hello there! What might you happen to be here for, little one?"

"Oh, um, is this like a town hall or something?"

"Why yes it is!"

"Oh, good. How do I buy a house or something?"

"Excuse me? Dear, where are your parents? I'm a very busy mare."

"My parents are kind of... away right now. They dropped me off at this town and gave me a bunch of bits and said to find somewhere to stay."

"They... they left you all by yourself?"

"They said I was trustworthy enough to find my own place."

"Uh, well alright then I guess, what have you come to ask about again?"

"If I can buy a house or something."

"I doubt you have enough bits to buy an entire house little one."

"Wanna bet?"

"Wha-"

Before she can say anything, Twisted had approached her desk and was now dumping the contents of his saddlebags onto her desk. After about a couple minutes of a continuous flow of bits she decided she had seen enough.

"Well it seems you are well equipped enough with money. We just need to take care of the paperwork. What is your name, little one?"

"Twisted."

"Last name?"

"Uuuum........ Damascus. Twisted Damascus."

Author's Note

Gilda the STUPID Griffin. GOT EM! DESTROYED!