Collision Code

Disclaimer: I don't own My Little Pony. Nope, not even a figure to call my own. Both parts of this statement will never happen. Hasbro owns the show, and I'm sure several of you reading this probably own at least one.

Disclaimer: Any similarities to other fanfictions on this site, or any other, is purely coincidental. If not, author notes will be done.

Warning: This fanfiction is a Human-In-Equestria self-insert fanfiction. To be precise, four humans are sucked in.

Warning: This fanfiction may just contain OOCness in some of the characters, and "slightly off" speaking patterns in some characters. I'm 30 percent sure on the first one.

Warning: This does contain OC X Mane 6 from all four self-inserts, to varying degrees. This does NOT reflect the self-inserts' real-world counterparts' interests... Oh who am I kidding, you'll make the connection anyway. (Mind you, not all Mane 6 members are affected, but it's better to type it that way...)

So now that disclaimers and warnings have been said, on with the show.

Four males, ranging in age from fifteen to twenty, were chatting on a computer program known as Skype. They are all connected through common hobbies: spriting, the act of editing or creating small pictures typically used in sprite animations; animating, the act of using sprites to create cartoons of varying length, usually violent in nature; and writing, which is self-explanatory; what they write being fanfiction, of course.

There is a common trait that all four share to varying degrees as well, and the reason why this story is being told here, of all places: they were bronies. That's right; fans of the new My Little Pony cartoon. All of them had their reasons, but in the end, they were all connected through this as well. Despite this, they'd only watched around ten episodes at most. They had their reasons for not watching more of the show, but it all boiled down to laziness or lack of Internet connection. One or the other.

Of course, since this is in this section, you might already know where this story is going. Well, here's a twist: three of the four humans don't have horrible lives. Rather, they lead at least decent lives. They aren't bullied all the time for whatever reason, be it their body mass, bronyism, or whatever other personality quirks they may hold. When all four of the lives of the humans involved in the incident were summed up and averaged out, that mean would be considered to be slightly below average to average on the scale.

However, I, the narrator of this tale, digress. I have bored you with this setup long enough. It is time for us to begin the tale of these four boys, and how Equestria could well change their lives anyway.

Bwo-wee.

The sound of the Skype chat going off snapped Corey out of his trance. He glanced to his right, and looking down away from his calendar, he looked to his laptop, black in color except for the screen. He'd had this laptop for a year now, and it was still going good. He'd gotten it as a joint graduation-eighteenth birthday gift, even though he didn't graduate until June 6 of that year and his birthday was April Fools' Day.

It was currently March 4, 2012, late at night, slightly past midnight, and the start of his Spring Break. Of the four people in the Skype room he was talking to, he was the only one currently on it. All week, he'd be able to stay up late and sleep in. Despite this, he wanted to try and keep himself disciplined. After all, once this time off was over, he'd have to go back for another 8 weeks straight before summer. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to take summer courses just yet.

Despite his rather misleading appearance: long, messy brown hair; hazel-colored eyes; a corpulent physique; wearing pajamas when not going places; he was actually intelligent, able to score a 4.0 GPA and the Dean's List last semester. However, the trade-off: he was socially awkward and, thanks to high school in general, as well as the politics of his home country, the United States, had become cynical. Other than getting gifts he wanted for Christmas or his birthdays, he rarely smiled. He only had two close friends in real-life, both of whom were aware of his brony status. One male, one female.

However, he couldn't say his life was terrible. He just knew the quality of life was going to take a downturn if things kept the way they were, and his cynicism and naivete weren't helping him anyway. With all of this considered, he needed some time to decompress and just be himself. And not study worth a crap.

"Hm. Saskes is getting off for the night, huh?" he asked, an Xbox 360 controller in his hands as he read the writing.

"Kaxle: and im going to bed," a comment which was just added at about 12:15 AM. Kaxle, or Saskes was a friend whose real-life name was John. He was one or two years older than Corey was, and a fellow college student. He'd been able to score Dean's List repeatedly throughout his semesters, but Corey knew nothing else of his real life.

Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee.

Two more messages came in. One of them was from a user named VaniX, or, as Corey preferred to refer to him as: TK, short for Toonking911. His real name was Ivan. It was about 9:15 PM where he was living, due to time zones. Unlike John, Corey knew a little bit about Ivan's real life. He had siblings, and strict parents. Ivan was fifteen years old, and unlike Corey, wasn't a hard worker, which irritated the latter slightly when it came to school. However, recent circumstances had come up in Ivan's real life that were hindering him when it came to the many projects they shared. He still pressed on, seemingly not wanting to give up despite his motivation getting shot up.

The other was from a user named LeXon, or, as Corey would remember him, Gohan2535. He was the first of the three he'd met, way back when his sprite series was just text. With his help, it made the full jump from text to animation; mostly because Corey's cousin was completely unable to keep up with Corey's lack of other things to occupy his free time. His real name was Noel, but he apparently detested his name, once saying he preferred the name Leo or Leon in one of these chats. Corey didn't know much of Noel's life other than what he was told.

"VaniX: cya" and "LeXon: cya" were pretty much the contents of the messages. Afterward, Kaxle's status was set to Offline, indicating he'd gotten off for the night. With a shrug, Corey turned back to his game, an entry from one of his favorite franchises: Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker. It was a game set in 1974 dealing with the aftermath of events that took place in Metal Gear Solid 3 and Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops while setting up events in the other games in the series.

The Skype sounds occasionally went off in rapid fire. Every now and again, Corey would type a response to a few statements. After taking a brief step out of the room to get some Kool-Aid, bypassing all implications brought on by such an activity, he began to wonder aloud to himself.

"...I wonder if leaving those two alone was the brightest move..." he mumbled, sipping down some Tropical Punch.

Boo-beep.

The "file sent" sound came from Skype. Ivan looked upon this file with little more than a listless glare. He was not looking forward to going to school tommorrow morning. His Spring Break was not for another month. LeXon had just sent him a picture file entitled "Makuta MLP".

As part of one of Corey's recent fanfictions, Makuta had been altered to the art style of the cartoon, having a lighter pastel-colored outline around him. At least, when he was planned to be a part of the project. Makuta was a Namek, based off of Nail from Dragonball Z, and having the same clothing as the base.

Ivan himself had the same hair as Corey, long, brown, messy. His eyes were blue. Since he still had some time left before he would have to get to bed, he was still wearing a blue hoodie and blue jeans. He also still had his shoes on. His face hardly regarded any emotion as he clicked the "Save As" button on Skype. He was thin, easily the most athletic out of the four Skype friends, able to nearly scale a gutter...

and suffering a hell of a gash on his hand in the process. His hand was bandaged up from that incident.

The download progressed...ten percent, twenty percent...thirty...forty...fifty...before stopping at sixty. Ivan's face barely pulled into a grimace. His internet had another one of its seizures. During this seizure, he decided to read a random file that Corey had sent him once. After a few minutes, his internet came back on. He typed what had happened into Skype and re-started the download.

Boo-beep, bleep.

This time, the file download was successful, the blue bar having made its full progress from left to right without major incident. The "Save As" and "Cancel" buttons were replaced with a single "Open File" button. As soon as he clicked it, he saw a gruesome image. Let's just say it involved Cupcakes, the quintessential MLP creepypasta, Pinkie Pie, a knife, and Makuta. It was a truly disgusting picture, and Ivan's face contorted into a suppressed expression of shock.

"Oh my fucking--" he yelled, a little bit louder than he intended to. And by a "little bit", I really mean "a lot".

"What was that?!" a voice from downstairs called up after him. Ivan shook his head momentarily, blinked once, then responded.

"Uh, nothing Mom," Ivan spoke up, gritting his teeth. He was visibly angry, even though Noel couldn't see the anger in his face. But he could make him see the anger in his typing.

"LeXon: Before you say anything...it's SSJ's fault.." was the latest message he typed. Ivan knew Corey wouldn't do anything so...depraved. The worst Corey had done was read creepypasta and link it. In that way, it was his fault, but in all other accounts, no.

"VaniX: Fuck you Gohan, just...fuck you."

Corey blinked, turning back from his game once more to Skype. He saw Gohan's message. He tried to click the "Save As" button, to see what Ivan had seen, but to Corey's chagrin, Noel had cancelled the download before he could start it. His brow furrowed in annoyance as the two began to argue.

Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee. Bwo-wee.

The noises from Skype were irritating Corey, but he didn't know how to stop them from fighting. But he knew deep down that if this kept up, Noel would take another painfully long leave of absence, stalling any projects he was involved in. Two with Corey, one or two spriting-related projects with John...and that would not fall on his hands because he didn't try to stop the argument. He paused Peace Walker for a few moments, turning to his laptop.

His fingers worked the keyboard at a speed of nearly one hundred words per minute. As soon as his message was done, he pressed enter on his keyboard.

"CyreoX: Alright, what happened?" Corey too, had "Nobodied" his name in the style of Kingdom Hearts as his Skype name for the time being, since everyone else was doing it.

"VaniX: Gohan here made a picture of Pinkie Pie...heavily Cupcakes-inspired...You know what, just see for yourself..."

Right now, Corey was really feeling like a tool for linking Gohan to that creepypasta. Even when he himself developed an obsession for a Pokemon creepypasta, known as "Lost Silver". The protagonist from the second generation games was picked apart bit-by-bit by the creatures from the game; specifically, the species that had always unnerved him. But this isn't about Pokemon, is it?

"LeXon: I don't know what you're talking about."

At this point, Ivan and Noel went right back to fighting again. Corey didn't know how to stop them, so he shrugged and went back to his game. He had tried to stop their feuding. But from the looks of the file, he could only discern that, based on Ivan's testimony, Noel had made an image where Pinkie was mauling Makuta, in the style of Cupcakes. Just as he finished the level, he discovered that his old friend had told VaniX to "SHUT THE FUCK UP" all on seperate lines, and then said a chilling line.

"LeXon: You know what? Maybe you're worth hacking!"

Corey knew that Noel had some hacking capabilities. He'd heard a few stories, and now, it appeared that Ivan was about to be a real victim. Noel had immediately gone silent, no doubt doing something related to his latest threat. Or was it a promise?

"I tried to diffuse the situation..." he mumbled to himself. "They can't be in the same room with each other...they might actually come to blows..."

"VaniX: What are you gonna do? Leave for a couple months? I would hardly call that a punishment." Ivan typed into Skype, but no response from Noel. No doubt the latter was typing furiously...or really fixing to take another long leave of absence. Minutes passed. Corey had to say something, so he finally shut off his game, having done what he felt was a suitable amount of gameplay, and returning his attention to Skype fully.

"CyreoX: I think you really have scared him off for another month or so...he's AFK'ing hardcore." Corey typed into Skype.

"VaniX: At this point, I don't give a shit." Was Ivan's response. Corey palmed his face, when suddenly, he heard a sound.

Boo-beep.

The file was named "FUMFBAMF!!!" Corey didn't care about the acronym enough, but he had to say something. He began to type a message, informing him that Noel had used the wrong Skype room, when suddenly, he noticed something that scared him. Though he wasn't using his wireless mouse or the mousepad on his laptop, the pointer was moving to the "Save As" button on its own...

"Does he really think--" Ivan started, but didn't finish his sentence, for, just like with Corey's case, his pointer moved on its own to download the file, and somehow, clicked the "Save As" button automatically. What really surprised him, though, was the fact that the normally blue download bar was instead a crimson color. The percentage count climbed to forty percent.

"I have a bad feeling about this..." Ivan mumbled. Cracks started to appear immediately around the bar, as though they were normally there. But his computer itself seemed to be working normally. The percent count then went to seventy, and Ivan grit his teeth. "Sure, now my internet isn't having a seizure..."

The crack seemed to be spreading as the download progessed. When the count passed seventy-five, the screen seemed to be developing ripples, and by ninety percent, it was wobbling violently...

"What kind of file is this?!" Ivan grunted to himself.

Corey's internet, being better than that of Ivan's, had already passed ninety percent. The red loading bar, the spreading cracks, the ripples and wobbles all worried him. However, the count had stopped at ninety-nine percent. The screen was wobbling, and the cracks nearly occupied all the screen. However, to the boy's surprise, his computer worked absolutely normally, despite the obvious fact that the file Noel had sent was malicious in nature. It hacked Skype to the point that all recipients' mouses would automatically download it, but what else the file did was a mystery.

Corey wondered if Ivan had finished the download, when suddenly, the download finished, the sound effect playing twice over. The wobbling stopped, but the cracks spread to all the screen. Corey tried the mouse and keyboard, and both responded normally.

"N-nothing...!?" Corey grunted in surprise. "...What kind of hack is this..."

Suddenly, the screen once again resumed wobbling, but only for a few seconds, for the screen seemed to shatter inward, forming a vortex visual effect. But Corey's surprise didn't end there: the vortex began to suck him in. His hair and clothes billowed against the suction, and finally he was lifted straight off his bed, going into the vortex! Corey screamed in response.

The pain he felt was insurmountable as he passed into it. He felt his body shrink in size overall, his skeleton and spine re-arranging themselves. His head began to throb. His nerves became overloaded with agony, and he blacked out...

"Shit!!"

Ivan had entered the exact same portal at the exact same time, and underwent similar symptoms. Though his head didn't hurt, his whole body felt like it was morphing right before his eyes...if they weren't shut from the sheer pain he was experiencing. Like Corey, he too blacked out after some time in the strange vortex.

"D-damn it...Gohan...!" he said, right as he lost consciousness.

Little did either of them know, Noel, or "Gohan", had also been pulled in as well. He had created the same file, and the file had somehow run itself as soon as Corey and Ivan's download's finished. Pain had shot through his body, and his shoulderblades seemed to fill with the most pain out of his body. And just like his friends, he too, had blacked out.

That code wasn't a hack code at all...or at least, not one for hacking computers exclusively. It was more of a collision code, one that causes worlds to collide...

None of the boys know what lies ahead for them...