Spirit animal (Rewrite)

I sit in a chair on my porch, looking at the stars above. I couldn't help but look on with a smile. The night will always be my favorite time of day. As the stars were as beautiful as ever I couldn't help but notice the overwhelming sense of loneliness. The amount of times I have been rejected by a girl is just out of this world. Sure I wasn't fit and on the fluffy side of fat but other than that there is nothing else I can think of. I just sighed and stood and headed back inside to go to sleep. That was when a voice for as long as I could remember put its two cents in.

"Maybe if you weren't such an ugly bastard you might have a chance. But guess we are just unlucky." He was someone I knew very well and that was myself. I honestly don't know why I do that to myself but I stopped to question it for a while. I headed to my room and crawled into bed but that was when I noticed the night sky zoom past like the scene from the moon knight tv show. That was when my bed lifted from the ground and suddenly dropped. This knocked the fuck out of me and for a while, I was out. But my home was no longer where I knew it was and I could help but think if that was bad.

One year later

That happened a year ago and I couldn't help but think about the loved ones that miss me. The life I once lived, my job, my friends, family. Would they look for me? Would they stop after a year? Maybe I wouldn't blame them if they did as for as long as I am gone there is always time to search but why search for something you didn't care about? I looked into the opening where the town lay. That was when my only friend here walked from behind me and I wished she didn't

"Hey Zecora, you ready to go." She had her cloak on and the hood down as she looked at me wearing a similar cloak. Mine was more black and I held a skull ski mask that looked a lot like a certain soldier in one game I played a lot. Nodding her head I put on the ski mask and lift my hood turning to the town.

"Why wear the mask, if you don't mind I ask?" I turned to face her as she also had her hood on.

"Remember the first time we met? I mean my face took you a while to get used to." She seemed to look down at that and remember the time I stumbled onto her home. At first, I thought I was saved but that was until Zecora came out swinging a spear trying to kill me. I use my lance to counter a lance is just a Native American spear. This went on for a better half of an hour just trying not to die and trying to talk to her. But she then said that I had one of the ugliest faces she had seen and that just hurt not going to lie.

She remained quiet as she too remembers the time we met. Knowing that she knew why I was wearing the mask, I started walking toward the town. I was expecting there to be ponies walking back and forth to different stores, but no it was a ghost town. Walking further into the town I spotted a building that looked a lot like a gingerbread house. Looking down I saw ponies' hoof prints on the ground. They were recent as they all seemed rushed as they headed back into their homes. Was there a threat? If so, where is it? It is just too quiet. That was when I realized that we were the ones they were hiding from, we were the big bad people from the evergreen forest. I felt eyes on me from the gingerbread bread house. Still looking down I put my fingerless gloved hand on the floor and moved it along. Turning my head to the window of the building I saw seven heads peeking out and looking at me. They quickly ducked down and seemed to hide from my gaze. This made me roll my eyes as they are hiding from two new people. Bet they have rumor's about his being savage that killing for no reason. Or that there are evil magic users that brainwash innocents. I have heard these before, well I haven't but my ancestors have. Standing and turning to Zecora and she removed her hood showed her mohawk and stripes. Got to say she does look cute if she does try and impale you with a spear.

"I believe we overstayed our welcome, do you?" I asked as she looked around seeing no one. She nodded, looking sad that the ponies seemed to fear us. I on the other hand could care less as I have been feared by many and enjoyed it. No one to bother me or my loved ones and plenty of time to just be alone. But that was back then now I am honestly glad I found Zecora's place otherwise I would still be stealing apples from that apple farm.

"Indeed our time draws near, I only wonder why they hide in fear." I nodded my hood and mask-covered face looking at her with the same question. But we just headed back to the forest. The first day I was here this forest used to scare me, but now it seems more like home than the world around me. Just replace the Timberwolves with a regular one. The manticore with any kind of bear would be my home in a nutshell.

"Well zecora I expected to be run out of town for the way I looked but being feared is a lot better I guess." she looked at me and turned back knowing that yes I am different but just like her. Sure I am Navajo but that is not a good enough reason to fear me. Or maybe it is the skull ski mask and the fact I am known as, and I quote. "The Ghost of the EverfreForestst." That may have to do with the fact when one of the farmers that worked at the apple farm asked who or what I was. I replied with "Ghost" and ran off into the forest losing him and getting away with food. On the trail, I look aZecorara and decided to say goodbye this time as I normally don't do that. " Goodbye, zecora I will see you tomorrow when I get out of bed eventually," I say knowing that I sleep all day and stay up all night, but today was an exception as it was finally going into a town that ended up being empty.

"Thank you my friend for seeing this trip to the end." She nodded her head and I went off the trail following my own as my home is way off from where she is going. Taking out a specially made war club, it was as normal as it could get but made from metal and sharpened. It looked like a one-handed front curved machete with a metal ball at the end which also had a spike. A deadly weapon for sure as it is called a war club, only I had requested it to be metal and sharpened. Seeing a skull scratched on the side of a tree. This means I am on the right trail and that there are only a few more minutes till I am home. Five more skulls and finally I was home, still have no idea how it got here. But I am glad that it is here with me and the mass amounts of food I had stocked up. Heading inside I just put all I had on my way and ate something then went to bed as I was already getting tired. I wish I could stay up and watch the night sky but I am dead tired so to sleep I go.

Waking the next day I looked at the time and noticed it was 1:00 pm. Guess I was really tired if I slept for that long. I got up and got ready, putting on my steel-toe boots. Getting my weapons and cloak on same with the skull ski mask as I would not be caught dead without this thing off. Now that I think about it, why don't I just sleep with it on?

"Cus that is stupid and who would find you out here?" The familiar voice said that I also seem to forget that it was there. Heading out only ate a snack as I headed to Zecora's place as I just wanted to see how she was doing. Arriving I saw something I didn't want to. Her door was wide open and I could hear a struggle inside. Drawing my war club I rushed inside only to see Zecora not moving a muscle and one pony trying to fly. The key word on the trying as she crashed left and right breaking all kinds of vases and bottles hanging from the roof. That was when I noticed that smallest pony on Zecora's ear trying to wrestle it or something. I stepped in and took her off the ear by holding her by the shirt. Lifting her she turned to see the skull ski mask staring at her. She looked on in fear and yelled with all her might.

"It's the Ghost of the Everfree forest!!" The rainbow main mare crashed, landed, and turned to see me and she took a battle stance. That was when the others joined to see me holding their friend.

"Let go of apple jack!!" The purple one said with her horn being flaccid than any right it should. Looking at the rest of them I noticed that each one had something wrong. I could care less about what they did wrong. All I wanted to know is why they are here and why they are "fighting" my friend.

"First answer my question. Why are you here and why are you attacking my friend?" They looked at me with glares and it did nothing. That was when the orange mar in my hand started to run through her mouth.

"We are here cus y'all took my sister and cursed us!!" That was enough to get me mad and pulling her to my face I began to go off on them.

"Now that is not true. We came to your town looking for things to buy. And all of you decided to hide from people that are different but harmless. Now, something bad happens and you blame the two that have done nothing to you." The orange mare looked on in fear until she thought of what I did.

"you're the scoundrel that steeling form ma farm!!" That seems to put the glares back on the faces of the ponies. Then the orange pony little sister walked through the door and everything seemed to straighten out. She was able to explain everything that had happened to them. Heading to the town we headed to what I noticed was a spa. Zecora doing her thing wiped up a curing bath for the blue joke flower. All the while the ponies looked at me with fear. All buApplejackck she looked at me with hate and I could care less.

"I am going back home. I will see you, Zecora, tomorrow." As I said that apple jack jumped in my way and started me down.

"You ain't going nowhere until you pay for them apples." I sighed and just decided to tell her something.

"I was thrown into this world with no way to go home. To make it worst most of the food I cooked where I lived drew in the worst of the worst in that forest." Her glare seemed to fall as she continued to look at my mask-covered face. "So I need to find a food I could eat that doesn't draw in bloodthirsty animals. So sorry I was too headstrong on me not getting my throat ripped out by a Timberwolf." Her look turn into sorrow and the room fell silent as the others looked at me. Heading home I left the town all the ponies looking at me with fear. Being feared means that I am alone.