The human traveler (Edited)
"Okay, you're good... keep it going and... there we go!" John exclaimed, clapping his hands together with satisfaction as he surveyed the finished wagon. He wiped the sweat off his brow before reaching for his hammer and a handful of nails. With a bright smile, he aimed the nail at the wagon's wheel, his movements practiced and confident. Meanwhile, the yellow mare poked her head out from the corner, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"There you go, looks like we're done with the wagon now, Mr. Keystone," she said, prompting a light laugh from the man. He reached for his Stetson hat resting in the front seat and placed it atop his dark orange hair. Retrieving his flask from his hip, he took a swig of water to soothe his dry throat, wiping his hairy chin afterward. With a courteous tip of his hat, the human acknowledged the yellow mare.
"Thanks, Dinggle. I'll make sure to pay you, pa, when I find a way back," John said, his voice tinged with determination as he bit the inside of his cheek, gazing at the town of Appleloosa. This place had been home to him for the last few years, but it wasn't always just him. His father, Jim Keystone, had been a kind man, guiding John through the challenges of this new life among ponies. After the death of John's mother, Jim had been their lifeline, especially when they stumbled into this world of ponies. John had been badly hurt, and Jim, desperate and lost, had pleaded for help. That's when a tall white pony with a horn and wings had appeared, offering assistance in their time of need.
After introducing themselves to the pony, the humans were shocked to learn that there were no other humans in this world and no way for them to return home. It was a devastating realization for both Jim and John. Jim, already weakened by his failing heart and lungs, knew that his time was limited. When he revealed his condition to the princess, John was overcome with grief, realizing that soon he would be left alone, the last remnant of his family's legacy.
Despite the sorrow, Jim found solace in his final days. His time in Equestria had brought him unexpected joy, and he was content to explore this new world before passing on. He cherished the moments spent traveling with his son, experiencing new adventures together. As his health deteriorated, Jim made one final request of his son before he passed away.
"Look, son... find someone, be happy... you don't have to hide your feelings. Make your pa happy by knowing that you're happy," Jim whispered, his voice strained with the effort of speaking. With those final words, he released his grip on the grass, slipping away peacefully.
For John, the loss of his father was a profound blow. He had loved his father fiercely, and his absence left John adrift, struggling to find himself once more. Months passed, but the ache of his father's passing lingered. Despite the pain, John honored his father's wishes and continued their journey of exploration through Equestria.
Traveling became his solace, a way to keep his father's memory alive as he roamed the vast and beautiful landscapes of this magical world. But beneath the surface, John carried a quiet longing for companionship, a desire to find someone who could fill the void left by his father's absence. And so, with each new horizon, he held onto hope, searching for a connection that would bring him the happiness his father had wished for him.
John flinched as he felt something cold hit his arm, and he looked down to see Dinggle gazing up at him with impatience in her eyes. "You spaced out again, Keystone. You sure you'll be fine?" she asked, her concern evident in her tone.
John waved off her concern with a smile, though it felt forced. "Just dandy, Dings. I'll be fine," he replied, trying to reassure both himself and Dinggle. With a determined tug, he urged the wagon forward, the wooden cart creaking slightly as it moved. But behind his cheerful facade, John couldn't shake the weight of his memories, his father's voice echoing in his mind as he continued on his journey through the unknown.
"Are you sure this wagon will hold? It's getting a bit old," Dinggle remarked, her concern evident in her voice. John snorted dismissively and waved his hand as he settled onto the seat. The wagon, though unconventional, was a testament to John's ingenuity. It could be propelled with momentum and steered without manual effort, thanks to the peculiar "steering wheel" that stood upright.
To Dinggle, it seemed like a strange contraption, resembling a ship designed for land travel, teetering on the brink of collapse. John sighed heavily as he gazed back at the small town, his expression tinged with sadness. "Goodbye, pa..." he murmured, kissing his hand and waving at the town one last time.
Turning his attention back to Dinggle, John noticed tears welling up in her eyes as he slowly began to move away on the wagon. The sight tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the bonds he was leaving behind as he embarked on his solitary journey once more.
"Goodbye, Dinggle! Hope the town can forgive me. I'll make sure to send letters!" John called out, his voice tinged with a mixture of determination and regret. As Dinggle waved at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks, John slowly disappeared over the hill, leaving behind the only home he had known in this world.
Sighing deeply, John gripped the wooden wheel tightly as the wagon continued its steady progress along the trail. The landscape rolled by, the rhythm of his humming providing a comforting backdrop to the journey ahead. Ponies crossed paths with him along the trail, and John offered them a nod of acknowledgment before returning to his tune.
(Some beach by Blake Sheldon play for background)
As John's wagon rolled into the bustling city of Manehatten, he found himself overwhelmed by the cacophony of noise and activity. The hustle and bustle of the urban environment grated on his nerves, and he quickly realized that city life was not for him. With a scowl, John made a sudden U-turn, causing a few startled ponies to jump out of the way.
As he navigated the crowded streets, John couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation at the incessant honking and shouting around him. Ignoring the stares and shouts of the city dwellers, he defiantly flipped off a few ponies who had the audacity to yell at him like true New Yorkers. His near misses with a couple of pedestrians only fueled his frustration further.
With a grumble under his breath, John steered his wagon out of Manehatten as quickly as he could, eager to leave behind the chaos of the city and continue his journey in search of quieter pastures.
Fuming with anger, John clenched his jaw as he set to work repairing his wagon's wheel, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. The mocking laughter of the Pegasus ponies echoed in his ears, their insults stinging like nettles. But John was not one to be trifled with, especially when his patience was wearing thin.
As he tightened the bolts and secured the wheel back into place, John's thoughts turned to retaliation. With a pitcher's stance and a steely determination, he picked up a nearby rock, his aim true as he hurled it towards the group of laughing ponies. The satisfying thud of the rock hitting one of them square in the muzzle was music to his ears, causing the others to scatter in fear.
"Good thing I know baseball," John muttered to himself, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he watched the Pegasus ponies retreat to the safety of the clouds. His satisfaction was short-lived, however, as their parting insults fueled his rage even further.
"Don't mess with me, you shitfaced fucks!" John shouted after them, his voice echoing through the streets as he returned to his wagon. With the wheel fixed and his resolve renewed, he pushed the cart forward and climbed back onto the front, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he set his sights on his next destination, determined to leave the chaos of Manehatten behind him.
John yelped in surprise as bottles were hurled at him, narrowly missing his head as he pushed his cart away from the small riot that had erupted behind him. Spotting a steep downhill slope ahead, he quickly hopped back into the cart, waving defiantly at the ponies who glared daggers at him.
His laughter echoed through the air until he realized his mistake too late. "Oh crap!" he exclaimed as the wagon gained speed, bouncing and hopping dangerously as it careened down the hill. With a sudden jolt, the wagon tripped and tumbled onto its side, flinging John off in the process.
Grumbling as he dusted himself off and checked for any injuries, John cursed under his breath as he surveyed the scattered contents of his wagon. "Shit, got to gather all my stuff... again," he muttered, resigned to the task ahead. With a shake of his head, he vowed never to return to that chaotic scene.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape, John decided to set up camp for the night. With practiced efficiency, he gathered his gear and set about pitching his tent, finding solace in the quiet serenity of the wilderness as he prepared to rest and recover from the day's tumultuous events.
The Trail goes onward
As John slowly awakened to the gentle chirping of birds, he felt the morning wash over him, groaning as he sat up and felt a kink in his back. With a satisfying pop, he sighed in relief, stretching out his sore muscles. Unzipping his tent, he was greeted by the sight of a unicorn mare, her white mane pushed up under a peculiar purple hat shaped like a wizard's hat and cloak.
Yelping in surprise, John watched as the unicorn scoffed at him, her expression one of disdain. Slowly emerging from his tent, he pulled on his favorite red flannel shirt, the fabric comforting against his skin. With a cautious gaze, he approached the unicorn, his hand instinctively reaching for his white Stetson hat, which he placed firmly on his head.
"Who are you?" John asked, his voice wary as he studied the mysterious unicorn before him.
John listened to the unicorn mare's pompous introduction with a skeptical expression, but his patience quickly wore thin. Cutting her off, he deadpanned, "I asked who you are, not in the third person, lady."
Trixie growled under her breath, clearly irritated by John's blunt response. After a moment's hesitation, she begrudgingly replied, "I'm... I'm Trixie, you... thing," her words dripping with disdain.
As John absentmindedly rubbed his beard, he felt the need to shave, but his attention was quickly drawn back to Trixie's growing frustration. Startled, he realized that she was talking to him, her voice laced with annoyance as she demanded, "Were you... were you even listening to Trixie!?"
John rolled his eyes at Trixie's continued theatrics, clearly unimpressed by her demeanor. Ignoring her protests, he focused on packing up his belongings, his patience wearing thin.
"Don't know, don't give a damn, 'Trixie'," John retorted, his tone firm as he continued to gather his things. "Y'all should just bounce. I'm busy and don't wish to have a problem."
Trixie's growl only served to further irritate John, and he braced himself for whatever display of magic she was about to perform. But before she could finish her sentence, he cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"Save it, Trixie," he interrupted, his voice tinged with annoyance. "I've got places to be, and your 'great and powerful' act ain't impressin' me none." With that, he turned away from her, focusing on getting ready to leave as quickly as possible, determined to put as much distance between himself and the troublesome unicorn as he could.
As Trixie attempted to summon her magical powers, John's interruption caused her to flinch in irritation. Ignoring his skepticism, she focused her energy, her horn glowing brightly with determination. With a loud growl, she unleashed her magic.
John watched with mild curiosity as Trixie's horn emitted a vibrant blue glow, indicating the use of her magic. However, to his surprise, he felt no sensation of being lifted or manipulated by the magical energy. Peering down at his hands, which were also bathed in the same blue glow, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"How the... How are you not getting lifted?" Trixie grunted in frustration as she struggled to understand why her magic was failing to affect John. With a determined scowl, she charged her horn even brighter, desperate to prove her magical prowess.
John couldn't help but chuckle at Trixie's perplexed expression. Cracking his knuckles with a casual air, he walked over to the exhausted unicorn, who had flopped to the ground, drained from her unsuccessful spellcasting. With a mischievous glint in his eye, John loomed over Trixie, leaning down to meet her gaze.
"Well, Trixie," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "maybe your magic just ain't powerful enough to lift someone like me." Despite her best efforts, it seemed that Trixie had met her match in John, leaving her feeling both frustrated and defeated.
As John loomed over Trixie, his tone firm and unwavering, he suddenly realized his own lapse in manners. "How rude of me... I didn't introduce myself, did I?" he began, his voice calm but commanding. "Name's John Keystone... I'm a human, and I'm from a world where magic didn't exist."
With a deliberate motion, he raised his fist, pointing it towards the mare. "So take your threats," he continued, his gaze steely, "take your titles." His fist now aimed at Trixie's cart. "And get the fuck out of my way." With a swift and powerful punch, John shattered a hole in the side of Trixie's cart. As he did, a pillow fell out, but it wasn't just any pillow. No, it was… “is that a body pillow?”
John's incredulous question hung in the air, causing Trixie to blush a deep shade of red. With a mixture of curiosity and amusement, he tipped the pillow over with his foot, revealing the image embroidered on its surface. As he took in the sight, a snort escaped him, followed by a chuckle that quickly escalated into full-blown laughter.
It became evident to John that Trixie had a rather unique fondness for herself, as the image on the pillow depicted none other than the boastful unicorn herself. The absurdity of the situation struck him, and he found himself unable to contain his amusement.
Trixie, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, lowered her wizard hat over her face in an attempt to hide from John's laughter. With a flick of her horn, she used her magic to retrieve the body pillow and toss it back into her cart, hoping to put an end to the humiliating spectacle.
Despite Trixie's efforts to regain her composure, John continued to laugh uncontrollably, his boisterous laughter echoing through the clearing. It seemed that even in the face of adversity, there was always room for a moment of unexpected humor.
"Trixie is... shu—SHUT UP!!!" Trixie snapped, her frustration reaching a boiling point as she attempted to buck John off his feet. However, he deftly sidestepped her clumsy attack, causing the mare to tumble to the ground in embarrassment.
John couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him, finding amusement in Trixie's failed attempt at retaliation. "Well, Trixie, I'll keep this a secret," he teased, his laughter bubbling up once more. "But my pals would say otherwise!"
As John climbed back into his wagon and prepared to depart, Trixie's frustration turned to anger. Her face contorted with determination as she vowed, "Just... just you wait! You won't see the last of me. ME! The great and powerful Trixie will—"
But before she could finish her threat, John interrupted with a simple question, "What?"
Trixie's frustration boiled over as she snapped, "STOP THAT!" Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment once again as she watched John wave his hat in farewell, disappearing from view as he continued on his journey. Left alone in the clearing, Trixie seethed with determination, vowing to prove herself and regain her sense of dignity in the face of adversity.
As John continued on his journey, he paid little attention to Trixie's ongoing monologue of revenge, her words fading into the background as he focused on his map. With a thoughtful expression, he traced his finger along the various destinations marked on the map, considering his options. "Trottingham, huh?" he muttered to himself, a hint of distaste evident in his voice. It wasn't exactly his kind of town, and the thought of visiting filled him with a sense of reluctance. However, he knew there were other places to explore, destinations that held more promise and appeal.
With a decisive nod, John set his sights on his next destination, one that was only a few hours away. Folding up the map, he tucked it back into his pocket and steered his wagon in the direction of his chosen path, eager to continue his journey and discover what lay ahead.
"Hmm, Ponyville? Sounds like a good town. I think one of the Apples lives there? Sure, why not," John mused to himself, his excitement growing as he spotted a downhill slope ahead. Grinning widely, he eagerly steered his wagon towards the next town of wonders, Ponyville.
As the wagon picked up speed, John held tightly to the seat, feeling the exhilarating rush of the wind against his face. The wagon bounced slightly as it traveled over uneven terrain, but John maintained a firm grip on the steering wheel, his determination unwavering.
However, his excitement was tempered by the sight of other ponies on the road, pulling their own carts. Anticipating potential obstacles ahead, John quickly stashed his hat in his bag and prepared to take action.
"Clear the road!" he shouted, his voice ringing out as he signaled for the other travelers to make way. With his eyes fixed on the approaching town of Ponyville.
As John continued to shout for the ponies to move out of the way, he realized they hadn't heard him. Frustration mounting, he reached for the horn below, attempting to signal his urgency. But it was when he bellowed at the top of his lungs, "I SAID MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!!!" that he finally got their attention.
Startled, the stallion in red fur yelped and hastily steered his cart aside, clearing the path for John. However, the sudden change in direction caused two mares sitting in the back to yelp in surprise. Then, as the stallion tripped and tumbled into a nearby ditch, John's wagon lurched forward, causing an orange mare to unexpectedly leap into John's wagon, landing with a thud beside him.
"Whoa, hey there!" John exclaimed, caught off guard by the unexpected visitor. As he glanced at the mare, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and amusement at the chaotic turn of events. Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, John struggled to regain control of the wagon as the orange mare sat up and adjusted her hat, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Whoa there! Y'all a thief!" she accused, her snout flaring as she attempted to punch John.
"What the—stop! I'm no thief! Y'all jumped in my cart, miss!" John protested, his grip on the steering wheel tightening inadvertently. With a loud snap, the steering wheel broke off under the strain.
"Oh no..." John muttered, his frustration mounting as he realized the extent of the damage. He frowned at the mare, feeling a mixture of annoyance and disbelief at the chaotic situation they now found themselves in.
"Now look at what ya did!" John snapped in frustration as he tried to process the chaotic situation.
"Me! The hay is wrong of you! Y'all foalnapping me!" the orange mare shouted, attempting another swing at John, who managed to duck out of the way. He ignored her accusations, his focus solely on the road ahead.
"You're the one who got on my wagon, and now I can't turn it!" John retorted, his patience wearing thin as he tried to reason with the mare.
"Wait—" the mare started, but John cut her off, not interested in hearing her excuses.
"Nah, look here, lady, I've had a bad morning already. I don't wanna hear it from—" John's rant was abruptly halted by the realization of an impending obstacle on the road.
"Wait! Who's driving this thing?" the mare exclaimed, her tone filled with alarm as she surveyed their predicament.
John's heart sank as he realized the dire situation they were in. "Oh, fuck!" he cursed, reaching for the broken steering wheel in vain. With the wagon picking up speed and a large rock blocking their path, they were hurtling towards disaster with no way to stop. Desperation set in as John and the mare frantically searched for a solution, their fate hanging in the balance.
"So, uh... what now?" John's voice quivered with uncertainty as he glanced nervously at the mare beside him.
The mare shot him an incredulous look before delivering a light slap to his arm. "I don't know who you are, but I'm gonna show you how you don't mess with an earth pony!" she declared, determination flashing in her eyes. Before John could respond, a hand was extended in front of him. "Howdy, names John. John Keystone," he introduced himself, his voice calm despite the impending collision. The mare eyed him warily before introducing herself as Applejack. As they both surveyed the house ahead of them, made entirely of stone slabs, realization dawned on them.
"Tell me... we're about to crash into that house... that's made of stone?" Applejack's voice was filled with incredulity.
"Uhh... eeyup," John confirmed reluctantly.
"Stone slabs?" Applejack pressed.
"Definitely," John replied, bracing himself for impact.
"Bring it on," Applejack declared defiantly.
CRASH!!!
The beeping of a heart monitor gradually roused John from his dazed state. It had undoubtedly been the worst day yet; his wagon likely destroyed again, and now he found himself in the emergency room. Groaning, he struggled to sit up, his body aching from the ordeal.
As he surveyed his surroundings, John's gaze fell upon his right hand, which was swathed in bandages. The realization dawned on him that he must have broken it during the crash—or perhaps it was a result of the altercation with the mysterious mare.
The memory of the mare stirred a mix of emotions within John, and as he pondered her involvement, he sensed a presence nearby. Slowly turning his head, he locked eyes with the one thing he had hoped to avoid seeing.
"Oh, for fuck's sakes!" John exclaimed as he locked eyes with the orange mare, who responded with a disapproving frown and a scoff.
Realizing something was amiss, John scanned the room once more, his gaze settling on his gear in another area. Relief flooded through him at the sight of his hat resting on top of his belongings, offering a sense of familiarity and comfort in the midst of uncertainty.
Turning his attention back to the mare, John's curiosity got the better of him. "So... what happened?" he inquired, meeting her gaze with a determined expression. The mare grunted in response, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded him with a hint of skepticism.
"Now, don't give me that. What happened?" John pressed, refusing to be deterred by the mare's apparent reluctance to speak. After a moment of silence, the mare finally relented, her gaze softening as she met John's eyes once more.
"Well, for the record, we're not dead. The crash was a big one," the orange mare, Applejack, stated matter-of-factly. As the curtains were drawn back, revealing a white earth pony with a red mane and tail, Applejack and John exchanged weary groans.
"Hello, my name is Redheart. And I'll be your doctor for the two of you," the nurse introduced herself with a warm smile.
"Nice to meet ya," John responded with a nod, while Applejack grumbled in acknowledgment.
Approaching John with a cheerful demeanor, Nurse Redheart addressed him, "Well then, Mr... Keystone?"
John nodded, then lifted his injured hand. "Please, call me John. Mr. Keystone was my father," he replied politely, eliciting a smile from the nurse. Glancing at her clipboard, Nurse Redheart read through some notes before inquiring, "You're from Appleloosa, were you not?"
"I was. Just moved out of town after my pa died. Been on the road for a while now, and saw this town. Thought maybe give it a shot," John replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
Nurse Redheart smiled sympathetically at his response and gently placed her clipboard down. "What a way to be introduced to this town," she joked lightly, attempting to lighten the mood.
John couldn't help but roll his eyes at the remark, his gaze shifting to the orange mare beside him. Applejack met his gaze with a mixture of irritation and amusement, her expression mirroring his own exasperation at their current predicament.
"Yeah... I guess so," John replied quietly, his thoughts drifting as Nurse Redheart approached Applejack with a somewhat annoyed expression.
"Well now, Ms. Applejack, I see you are as rebellious as ever," Nurse Redheart remarked, her tone tinged with exasperation.
"I'm fine, just need to walk it off is all," Applejack insisted, pulling her blanket aside to reveal her right hind leg, which was covered in bandages.
With a disapproving snort, Nurse Redheart gently stopped Applejack from moving further. "Ms. Applejack, you know better than to hurt your hind leg. You're lucky that the human took most of the impact for you," she scolded, casting a glance of acknowledgment toward John.
Applejack's expression softened slightly as she glanced at John, surprised by the nurse's words. However, John remained lost in his own thoughts, staring blankly at the wall without paying attention. Annoyed by his apparent indifference, Applejack narrowed her eyes at him before huffing in frustration and reclining back onto her bed.
"Fine... how long do I have to be here, doc?" Applejack asked, her tone filled with impatience.
Nurse Redheart moved to the center of the room, addressing both patients with a calm demeanor. "The wagon crashed into a rock and launched you both into a house. John has a broken right hand, while you have a damaged right hind leg. Both of your injuries should be healed around three weeks," she explained.
Upon hearing the prognosis, both John and Applejack sat up abruptly, their voices overlapping in protest. "What? That long? I have better things to do!" Applejack exclaimed, her frustration evident in her tone.
They exchanged glances, their frustration evident, before turning their attention back to Nurse Redheart. She seemed to be avoiding their gaze, her eyes fixed on the clock. With an awkward grimace, she quickly excused herself, leaving the two patients alone in the room. As the door closed behind her, a tense silence settled between John and Applejack. Neither spoke, still peeved at each other for their predicament. Minutes passed, marked only by the steady rhythm of the heart monitor.
Eventually, it was John who made the first move, pushing aside his irritation and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He glanced at Applejack, silently inviting her to join him in breaking the uncomfortable silence. "The hay are you going?" Applejack's voice cut through the silence, halting John in his tracks. He turned to face her, a frown creasing his brow.
"My gear is in the other room, just wanna grab my hat," he explained, his tone slightly defensive. With a determined stride, he pulled the curtain aside and hurried to retrieve his belongings.
As he reached for his white Stetson, the gaze of the other ponies in the room turned toward him, their curiosity evident. Feeling a pang of awkwardness, John offered a hesitant wave before closing the curtain behind him.
Once back at his bed, John couldn't shake the feeling of Applejack's eyes on him. With a frustrated grunt, he settled back onto the mattress, refusing to engage further. The room lapsed into silence once more, the tension between John and Applejack hanging heavy in the air.
As lunchtime arrived, John and Applejack found themselves seated outside the hospital, ready to enjoy their meal. Applejack, still nursing her injured leg, was confined to a wheelchair for safety, while John had his hand protected in a glove to prevent any mishaps.
They eyed the food before them, each lost in their own thoughts. The aroma of the meal wafted through the air, tempting their appetites despite the lingering tension between them. After a moment of hesitation, John reached for his utensils, prepared to break the silence that hung between them.
Applejack had a simple flower sandwich with hay fries as a side, while John opted for a plain cooked fish. As they settled down to eat, Applejack wasted no time in digging into her meal, but her enjoyment was interrupted when she noticed John watching her.
"Uh... what?" she asked, a hint of awkwardness in her voice as a bit of flower stuck out of her muzzle.
John chuckled softly before picking up a knife and cutting a piece of fish. Taking a bite, he savored the flavor for a moment before responding. "Nothing, just admiring your appetite," he remarked casually, hoping to ease the tension between them.
"Nothing really. I guess if we're gonna be stuck with each other for a couple of weeks, I guess we should start over," John remarked, taking another bite of his fish.
Applejack nodded in agreement, taking a swig of water to wash down her food. John winced slightly as he adjusted his injured hand, then shifted his attention to Applejack with a gentle smile.
"Hello, name John Keystone. I'm a human from another world," he introduced himself, his smile growing warmer as he extended a hand in greeting, hoping to foster a sense of camaraderie between them.
Applejack finished her sandwich and wiped her muzzle clean before eyeing the hand extended toward her. Adjusting her hat with a flick of her hoof, she slowly grinned and reached out to shake John's hand. "Nice to meet ya. Names Applejack. I'm an apple farmer from my farm," she introduced herself proudly, her smile genuine as she made eye contact with John.
John's expression shifted to one of surprise at Applejack's simple yet confident introduction. He couldn't help but be intrigued by the pony's straightforward manner and genuine demeanor.
"You must be Braeburn's little cousin," John remarked casually, causing Applejack to gasp in surprise. "You know my cousin?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
John nodded with a small smile, adjusting his hat as he finished his meal. "Yeah, nice guy. Me and him worked together some of the time when I was still in Appleloosa," he explained, wiping his mouth with a paper towel before placing it on the plate.
As he gazed out at the town before them, Applejack furrowed her brow, intrigued by John's presence in Ponyville. "So what brought ya to Ponyville, John?" she asked, her tone tinged with genuine interest as she leaned in, eager to hear his story.
John's smile brightened as he began to share his story with Applejack. He recounted how he and his father were the only ones who had arrived in this world years ago, losing his mother in the process. He spoke of their arrival in Equestria, where they had encountered the princess who had saved John from a life-threatening situation.
As he spoke, John's expression grew more somber as he recounted his father's sickness and their travels around the world together. He described the difficult journey they had faced, culminating in his father's eventual passing.
Applejack listened intently, her eyes reflecting empathy as she absorbed John's tale. She could sense the weight of loss and hardship that he carried with him, and she felt a newfound sense of respect and understanding for the human sitting beside her.
"I'm... I'm sorry for your loss," Applejack expressed softly, her gaze drifting away momentarily. When she looked back at John, her eyes fell upon his injured hand, and then to her own bandaged hind leg. It struck her that John's hand appeared to be in a worse condition than her leg, prompting her to voice her curiosity.
"Why did you take most of the crash for me? I nearly bucked ya off the wagon," she asked, her tone tinged with a mix of concern and genuine curiosity. As she observed John's damaged hand, she couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for the role she had inadvertently played in his injury.
"My pa always said that to show all mares respect, I couldn’t just let someone take the hit," John explained with a small smile directed at the farmer. "Don’t worry about me, it’s just a scratch," he added nonchalantly, trying to downplay the severity of his injury.
Applejack gave him a deadpan look. "Sugarcube, ya broke your hand," she pointed out matter-of-factly, her concern evident in her tone.
John simply shrugged, maintaining his stubborn demeanor despite Applejack's observation. He was determined to brush off the severity of his injury, unwilling to dwell on his own pain and discomfort.
"Well, at least I'm not in a wheelchair," John retorted with a hint of playful zeal in his eyes. Applejack snorted at his remark before throwing a hoof on the table and bursting into laughter. John joined in, their laughter filling the air with warmth and camaraderie.
Their mirth was interrupted by the arrival of Nurse Redheart, who approached them with a sly grin. "I see you two are getting used to each other?" she remarked teasingly. Both John and Applejack stopped laughing, their expressions mirroring confusion as they blurted out in unison, "What?"
The nurse chuckled lightly before delivering her message. "Ms. Applejack, you've got visitors back in your room," she informed the farmer pony. Applejack glanced back at John, who nodded in understanding, prompting her to roll her wheelchair over to the nurse.
After Applejack departed, Nurse Redheart returned and pulled up a chair, taking a seat next to John with a friendly smile.
"Family visiting?" John guessed, to which Nurse Redheart shook her head.
"No, some friends of hers," she clarified before turning her attention to John with a curious glint in her eye. "So, how's your new friend?" she inquired, her tone laced with a hint of teasing.
John rolled his eyes at the question, leaning back in his seat with a sigh before waving a dismissive hand. "She's okay. We just got a proper chat going. Why do you ask?" he replied, leaning in slightly to meet the nurse's gaze.
John listened to Nurse Redheart's explanation, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he rubbed his beard in contemplation. Recalling the events of the day, from his initial encounter with Applejack to their lunch together, he couldn't deny the evident shift in their dynamic.
He scoffed at the memory of their initial tension, his frown deepening as he glanced over at Applejack. Despite their rocky start, he found himself feeling a sense of camaraderie with the pony beside him, and he couldn't help but acknowledge the unexpected bond that had begun to form between them.
"Ms. Redheart... something tells me that you're couple-trapping us," John remarked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. The nurse burst into laughter at his suggestion. "No, no, nothing like that, Mr. Keystone," she assured him between giggles. "But I could see you two..."
John felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment at the implication, quickly averting his gaze from the mare. However, he couldn't help but join in the laughter, recognizing the humor in the situation. "You're not bad, doc... I guess I've been a bit stupid recently," he admitted with a sheepish smile, feeling a sense of lightheartedness wash over him as a yawn escaped him, he realized the exhaustion weighing on him from the day's events.
"We should head back in. I think her friends left by now. But before you can rest, I'll need to do a test on you both at some point," Nurse Redheart stated as John rose from his seat and made his way to the door.
As expected, some ponies in the hallway cast curious glances at the human as he passed by, but John paid them no mind. He had grown accustomed to the stares and scrutiny that seemed to follow him everywhere he went in this world. From the moment he had arrived, he had felt like an outsider, constantly aware of the judgmental gazes of those around him. His entire life in Equestria had been marked by this feeling of being out of place, and although he had learned to ignore it for the most part, there were times when the comments and whispers of others still got under his skin, tempting him to confront them and defend himself.
Back on his bed, John couldn't help but whimper slightly as he spotted the needles sitting on a tray nearby. Applejack, seated beside him, found the whole situation immensely amusing and laughed heartily at the sight of the man's struggle as a needle was inserted into his hand. Despite his discomfort, Nurse Redheart remained patient with John, offering reassurance as he tried to keep his cool during the procedure.
As John grimaced and clenched his jaw, he couldn't help but notice the warm smile on Applejack's face. Despite their earlier tension and disagreements, he found himself appreciating her lightheartedness and companionship in that moment, a small sense of camaraderie forming between them as they faced the discomfort together.
"It's alright to be scared. You don't need to hide it," Applejack said, her voice carrying a comforting tone that resonated with John. His eyes closed briefly as he found himself transported back to memories of his mother, her kindness and gentle nature a stark contrast to his own brashness and impulsiveness. Despite the passage of time, the memory of her love and care still lingered within him, a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.
Tears welled up in John's eyes as he struggled to contain his emotions, the weight of his fears and insecurities pressing down on him. Applejack watched closely, her own heart softening as she witnessed the vulnerability in the human before her. She reached out a hoof to gently rest it on his hand, offering a silent gesture of support and understanding in his moment of need.
"Whoa... did I push you too much? I didn't mean—" Applejack began, concern evident in her voice, but she was cut off as John lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his face. He smiled lightly at the mare, reassuring her.
"No... it's okay. Just hearing your voice made me think of my ma..." he admitted, his voice tinged with nostalgia and longing. As the needle finally exited his leg, John let out a relieved sigh, feeling the tension begin to ease from his body.
Nurse Redheart apologized before she trotted out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving the two alone. In the quiet of the room, John and Applejack shared a moment of understanding, the bond between them growing stronger as they faced their fears together.
"Yeah... my ma," John replied softly, his gaze drifting to a distant memory.
Applejack's question brought forth a flood of emotions as he thought back to his parents and the void their absence had left in his life. He nodded in confirmation, acknowledging the shared experience of loss.
"I understand the feeling," Applejack continued, her voice tinged with sadness. She removed her hat momentarily, revealing a vulnerable side to her, before placing it back on and turning her gaze to the wall.
"I lost my ma after she gave birth to my little sis, and my pa died after that... he was too heartbroken without her," she revealed, her words carrying the weight of her own grief and longing. John felt a pang of empathy for the mare beside him, recognizing the pain of losing loved ones and the struggle to carry on in their absence. In that moment, he realized that despite their differences, they shared a common bond of loss and resilience, and he found himself feeling a newfound sense of connection with Applejack.
"I guess the world is against us, eh?" John remarked, his tone tinged with a mixture of resignation and acceptance.
Applejack looked back at him, her expression softening as she listened to his words. When he mentioned his knowledge of the Apple family's hardships, her smile grew brighter.
"So you know about our brand, eh? Hey, maybe once we're out of here, I can show ya my farm. If my cousin has told you about us, maybe you can work with us," she offered, her tone hopeful and inviting.
John's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected offer. The prospect of working with the Apple family and experiencing life on their farm filled him with a sense of excitement and possibility.
"Really? You'd do that?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
Applejack nodded firmly, her resolve unwavering. "Absolutely. Family sticks together, after all. And you've proven yourself to be one of us."
John felt a swell of gratitude and warmth wash over him. In Applejack's offer, he found not just a job opportunity, but a sense of belonging and camaraderie that he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Thank you, Applejack. I'd be honored to work with ya," he said sincerely, a genuine smile gracing his lips.
As they sat together in the hospital room, their bond strengthened by shared experiences and mutual understanding, John and Applejack found solace in the knowledge that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together as friends and allies.
With a sense of contentment settling over him, John leaned back in his bed, feeling the weariness of the day catching up to him. As he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the image of his mother wearing his hat flickered in his mind, accompanied by a surge of longing and nostalgia.
But as he glanced towards the other bed where Applejack lay, a different feeling stirred within him—a sense of connection and companionship that he hadn't felt in a long time. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the unexpected turn of events before settling back into his pillow.
With his hat perched comfortably on his head, John surrendered to the embrace of sleep, feeling a newfound sense of peace and camaraderie enveloping him in its comforting embrace. As he drifted off into dreams, he knew that, no matter what challenges awaited them in the days to come, he and Applejack would face them together, bound by the bonds of friendship and shared experiences.
As Nurse Redheart observed the budding friendship between John and Applejack, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over her. Despite the challenges they had faced, they were finding solace and companionship in each other's company.
With a smile lingering on her lips, Redheart turned away from the door, leaving the two friends to their dreams and aspirations. In that moment, she felt grateful to have played a small part in bringing them together and fostering a bond that seemed destined to grow stronger with time.
