What did I just do I don't even.
Uh oh…
This… this can’t have happened.
All I meant to do was… but somehow…
Princess Celestia will NOT be happy about this…
-=- Earlier that morning -=-
*Yawn!* Wow, I doubt I’ve ever slept that well before. As I climb out of bed, I notice Bon Bon slowly stirring next to me, and I debate leaning over to give her a little peck on the cheek, but decide against it, continuing out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As I grab the hayseed and bread out of the cupboard and prepare a couple sandwiches, I slowly start to question my existence, something I’ve always attempted to avoid doing, but yet somehow it creeps into my mind like a bug, and then bites me on the butt. As I’m deep in thought, I hear a deep voice call my name.
“Lyra…” the voice says. “Lyra… it’s time…”
“Huh? Who is that? What do you mean, ‘it’s time’?” I say out loud. Either I’m hearing voices or perhaps… someone is trying to tell me something important.
“Lyra… hurry…” The voice seems to be getting… higher in pitch?
“Hurry for what?” I ask.
“HURRY UP AND MAKE BREAKFAST ALREADY!!!” A shrill voice blasts. All of a sudden, reality comes back to me, and who other do I see but Bon Bon standing across the counter from me, with an extremely pissed look on her face. “Snap out of it! You’ve been standing there for almost an hour doing nothing! Are you okay?” The last sentence was much softer and caring than the others, but that’s just typical Bon Bon, changing her mood mid-paragraph.
“Yeah, I’m fine Bons, just a bit… disorientated.” I rub my forehead with my hoof, hoping perhaps that will help me get back to reality. “I just heard a voice. It said…” I pause for a second, trying to recall what the voice had said. “Oh yeah, it said ‘it’s time’.” I look up to her, and she has a puzzled look on her face.
“Your hearing voices? Are you going crazy? Oh, who am I kidding you’ve always been crazy.” She says, shrugging. “You should really get that checked out though, that’s the third time this week you’ve gone all distant like that.”
Maybe I should see a doctor, but that voice, that deep voice, what did it mean? Does it mean anything at all, or is Bon Bon right, that I’m just going crazy? I decide I will ponder this later, as Bon Bon is still standing there, still glaring at me. I finish up making the sandwiches and hand one to her on a plate.
“Finally!” She exclaims, plopping down on the couch sideways with the plate in front of her. As she begins to bite into her sandwich, I slide into my favorite position on the couch, sitting upright, and place the plate with my untouched sandwich on my lap. I focus my magic on the sandwich, and it levitates in the air. I bring it close to my mouth and begin to chow down. All of a sudden, Bon Bon puts down her sandwich, and says,
“You know, I think I know why you’re zoning out so much lately.”
“Oh really? Why?” I ask.
“It’s the way you sit. Nopony else sits like that, and they don’t have these weird moments like you have. Perhaps your blood is rushing to your plot or something and is interfering with your senses.”
“Bon Bon, you know that’s not true. I’ve been sitting like this for much longer than I’ve been getting these moments. Your just looking for another way to criticize my way of sitting!”
She always gives me hay about sitting weirdly. Anything she can do to get me to stop sitting like this. She says it’s “embarrassing” for her to have to sit next to me in public, that other ponies look at us weird. I try not to let her get to my head. As much as I would love for her to be my special somepony, our relationship as friends is tight enough. I’m surprised she chose to sleep in my bed last night instead of hers. Maybe she’s starting to warm up to me. That would be a relief. All the times I’ve wished for her to sleep with me, and maybe even do a little cuddling… but I know she would never want to. Her standards are too high to try anything with me, which saddens me a bit.
I try to finish my sandwich and head out as fast as possible. I give Bon Bon a quick “G’bye!” as I trot out the door. Now then, I can finally think about that voice in my head without someone interrupting me. That voice, it almost sounded like it was… not a pony’s voice. It sounded… foreign. It sounded… OOMPH!
I jump back slightly, not realizing what just happened. At my hooves is Twilight Sparkle, sprawled on the ground, and about 4 or 5 books all fallen around her.
“Lyra! Could you please watch where you’re going? These books need to be in pristine condition.” She complains, picking up her books with her magic and putting them back into a neat stack on top of her back.
“Sorry Twi, I have a lot on my mind right now. I’ll be more careful next time, I promise.” I notice her perk her ears up after I mention I have a lot on my mind.
“Is there any problems that I as a good friend could help you solve?” She says, grinning, creepily if I might add.
“I doubt you could help me with it…” I reply.
“Well, what is it you need help with?” She asks encouragingly. It’s almost like she enjoys fixing problems, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t gone a day without helping one of her friends. I mean, I get that it’s her assignment here in Ponyville, but still, she seems too eager.
“I’m… hearing voices…” I say, quietly so no one else can here.
“Hmm.” Twilight thinks for a second.
I raise an eyebrow at her.
She realizes my confusion, and remarks, “What you need is science, and I’m JUST the pony for the job!”
Science and other things I don't understand in the least.
As I sit in the room marked "Science" in Twilight's library, I watch her run back and forth between different intruments and machines, turning dials and pressing buttons. Now, me being a unicorn of musical tastes, I haven't the slightest idea what she's doing, but hopefully whatever it is, she can help me. Suddenly, she turns to me and says,
"Okay, I just need to recalibrate the coordination matrix and allign the master vexator, then the brain obervator will be ready."
"Umm, could you repeat that please... in english?" I ask, not understanding a single word in that sentence other than brain, and wondering what kind of contraption Twilight is planning on doing to my brain.
"Oh! Sorry..." She laughs. I wonder if she thinks in big words. Wouldn't suprize me. "What I mean is I've changed one of my machines to help figure out what exactly is going on your head." She explains.
"I see... This won't hurt will it?" I ask gingerly.
"No of course not. Science is not a contact sport." She replies.
I nod, and sit back, waiting for her to finish. As she works, she stops and looks at me for a second.
"What?" I ask.
"Oh nothing, I was just thinking that you probably shouldn't sit like that. It looks bad for your back."
I contemplate just getting up and leaving. Why does everypony think I'm weird just for the way I sit? There are plenty of even weirder ponies, and yet they all focus their attention on me.
"I think my back will be fine, Twi... How much longer 'till your machine is ready?"
She finishes turning a few knobs and pulls a lever, sparking the machine to life. "It's ready now!" She yells over the rumble of the machine.
"Okay so what do I need to do exactly?" I ask her, not recognizing the machine that sat before me rumbling and chattering.
"This machine will calculate any ruptures in your cerebral cortex, determining if this voice is foreign or if your just hearing things." There she goes again, using her science mumbo-jumbo. I wonder if there's an actual language dedicated to science, and it's her native tongue, or if she's just smarter than everypony.
"English?" I remark.
"It will tell me if there actually is someone speaking to your through your mind, or if your just hearing things." She explains.
"Would it kill you to use simpler words from now on, please?" I ask.
"Yeah, sorry..." She scratches her mane, an embarrassed look on her face, "What you need to do is just sit inside it and focus your magic on yourself to create an aura around your head, that way the machine can look at the status of your mind and find any problems."
"Okay." Sounds easy enough to do right? I mean, the only time I ever use magic for is to play my lyre and levitate certain objects, but I'm sure creating an aura around my head wouldn't be too hard, right?
I step into the machine. Inside it's dark and cramped, and I begin to wonder if maybe Twilight is attempting to kidnap me or trap me somewhere, but I doubt it. As I begin to focus my magic, I hear Twilight say,
"Be sure to keep your mind as blank as possible. So much as a thought might cause the aura spell to change space and time."
Oh great, all of equestria counts on me not thinking. I focus my magic into an aura around my head, attempting to keep my mind blank other than focusing on the task at hand.
"Great job, I'm starting to get some readings! Just keep up, not too much longer now!" She yells to me over the sudden roar of the machine.
I continue to keep up the spell, but my mind is slipping into a thought that's been in my head all day. Out of every pony in Equestria, am I really the only one who sits upright all the time? I mean, there must be some pony out there who does it. Maybe not even in Equestria, but some far off world. If only they were here, then perhaps I wouldn't feel so alone. No, maybe if everypony in Equestria sat like I did, then I wouldn't be alone. I feel a sudden shaking inside the machine, but shrug it off. Probably just Twilight at the controls, making adjustments.
I realize that I just thought. Uh oh. Hopefully it didn't do anything, but I decide not to worry about it, and just focus on the aura. At the same time, I think to myself, why should I change for everypony when what I do doesn't hurt anyone? Perhaps they should all change for me...
BAM!
BANG!
CLANK!
SCREETCH!
POW!
The machine is going beserk! For all I know, it could blow up any second! I quickly crawl to the door, pulling on the handle. It's not opening! Oh no... I can't die. Not here, not now! I quickly forget about the aura around my head and focus my magic on getting this door to budge. After a few good body slams to the door, it bursts open, and then, silence.
The machine... it stopped! Thank Celestia. I walk out the door and turn around to look at the machine. There is a sizeable smoke cloud billowing out of it. I think back to what Twilight said, 'Science is not a contact sport'. She was right, it's even worse, it's a death trap!
"Well, Twilight, looks like your machine didn't work the way you planned, eh?" I remark.
I hear a moaning sound, coming from where Twilight was sitting, near the controls.
"Are you okay!?" I turn and rush to the controls, but don't see Twilight anywhere. I hear the moaning again, it's coming from beneath me.
I look down, and what's laying at my hooves isn't Twilight. It's not even a pony. It looks like it's a...
Uh oh...
This... this can't have happened.
All I meant to do was... but somehow...
Princess Celestia will NOT be happy about this...
Laying at my hooves... is a human...
