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Chapter 1
"Kära Dagbok"

I've never really seen myself writing a diary of all things before, still, my companion insists. You've got no idea how hard it is to clench a pen between two hooves, let alone write something readable with it.

I guess it is a testament to how far I've come that this is even remotely legible though.

Anyway, """Dear Diary""", god I feel stupid just writing that phrase. I guess I should just get it on with. My helpful companion stopped me from ripping this page out saying that it might be worth saving even if I don't feel like it now. Personally though I'm convinced this "Sapphire" lady is completely crazy after having lived with her. But let's try again then-

Dear Diary, the world fucking ended a month ago. I was never one for faith, neither in Christianity nor in any of the other big name religions. I guess I should feel smug that this feels closer to ragnarok than the rapture, right? No I suppose I'm not really Norse so I can't make such a claim.

Regardless, I woke up as some sort of small animal thing when the world ended. There's no one else around, or, well, at least there wasn't when I first woke up. My life was finally starting to look up after having been put on hold for years, so waking up practically the very next day as some weird alien wasn't great.

Naturally I was confused, but honestly? In some ways it was relieving. I never really gelled well with other people... though I suppose a bigger truth is that other people never really gelled well with me. Those first few days though? I was scared shitless, I can admit that much.

Scavenging for supplies sucked. Sure, like every dumb kid I pick-pocketed candy from a store when I was like, what, six? But breaking into the local convenience store? That sucked, I felt like a criminal. I don't know what it says about me that-- after not even a single day of everyone being gone --I resorted to something like that. But I didn't exactly stock up my fridge for the apocalypse so what choice did I have?

Speaking of my apartment; it only took a single trek back up to the third floor for me to realize that I sure as fuck don't plan on doing that for the rest of my doubtlessly short existence. I packed up a backpack with the limited stuff I actually cared about and set off the very next day.

I would have packed my laptop but that thing got ruined after I failed to operate it without fingers. In my naivete my phone went along with other more important shit. I ended up being glad for that down the road, but at this juncture it was basically useless.

Thankfully I had a convenient coatrack on my forehead to hang the backpack on.

The world had ended, but maybe that didn't mean I had to. With those thoughts I set off into the future.

• The Sane Survivor

Dear Diary, I need to figure out a better way to write in you. I also need to punch Sapphire in the face. She thought it might be a good idea to jot down some descriptions of us. So yeah, this is same day as the previous entry. I couldn't tell you what day it is, just that it's been like a month or something.

So yeah, bleh, me and Sapphire are two horned freaks that walk on four legs. The main difference is that hers actually works while mine is broken. We both got oversized eyes that makes me think we were ripped from some Chinese cartoon or something.

To be quite frank: I've got no idea how we're still alive and walking.

Anyway, Sapphire got almost white skin with her hair and tail being some light purple-ish shade. I just asked her and she says the technical colour name would be periwinkle... honestly she's probably just shitting me to see what I'll believe.

Stuck on her forehead is a spiraling horn which honestly looks like a traditional unicorn one... assuming it was like, half the length and blunt. So I guess she's some sort of miniature unicorn then?

Oh god, she better not be sticking around with me because I'm a virgin.

-Whatever, future me will have to solve that one. As for me? I'm similar in size to her, though my skin is like... dark gray-ish? My hair is a lighter gray, though Sapphire insists that there is a smidge of purple mixed into both. Maybe unicorns got better colour vision?

My coatrack, unlike hers, just looks like someone stuck a giant branch into my forehead. Another difference is that part of my skin is replaced with purple scales, the same shade as my eyes. Frankly we both look like tiny freaks.

Whatever, I'll be the unibranch to her unicorn.

Oh and I guess my tail is different from hers. Hers seem to be like a bunch of long pieces of hair that attaches right over her butt, where as mine is more like a whip of skin with hair growing on the underside or something; not exactly the height of modesty or anything.

~~God I miss having clothes~~

• Branch Horse

Author's Note

I started penning this after binging the Ponies After People series. (The first entry can be found here).

This one I actually want to finish, but knowing myself I've got no idea if I will. I don't like getting people's hopes up for a story only to not deliver, so... here we are, publishing it in a place where it can be forgotten.