New Year's Resolution

by FrostBite

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Tragedy, Slice of Life, Sad
Length: 7204

This story digs deep into my personality and characteristics, and puts my mind to the test.

This is the follow of me, Camron, as I progress from a shut-down, depressed human being that I try so desperately to hide inside every day to a brand new person. On New Year's Eve I come up with a resolution, one comprised of mostly action rather than words, but I assure you that this will be a story unique to it's own.

Character tags will be updated as I progress through the story. As up to this point (as this is obvious if you read), I am the only character.

This is more of a test for me, and I just simply want to share this story with the community I log on every day with. I don't care whether people read this or not. I simply am writing it for the joy of knowing what kind of person I'd be like if the events in the story were to take place. This is also a test for me, to see how naturally I can write, and whether I should post stories like this more often. This story will be a rollercoaster of emotions, and you will either hate it or love it. Thanks.

Note: This is another OC story, so this is a warning to those who are getting tired of OC stories. I myself are beginning to find OCs a little overused and stale, but then again I am the perfect hypocrite.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-01-28 20:59:22 UTC

The Lost Lamb

I am the perfect hypocrite. I try to keep my mind stable, but my I have grown weak. I am a lamb with no herd, no saint, no shepherd.

"Another year passes, and yet I keep the same poker face," I chuckle to a non-existent being in my mind. "Some dandy great person I am huh."

I close my laptop and stare at the ceiling of my bedroom, watching the ceiling fan blades revolve around and around endlessly. It's amazing how such a cheaply manufactured item can continue to do it's purpose, until it breaks without a second thought. Sometimes I wish I was stupid and naive, it would make my life so much easier. I'd wake up, work, and sleep. Rinse and repeat until you die. But clearly some mastermind in the sky has decided that I would be unique; I'd question the very fabric of society and analyze a human being to their core root and personality. It often keeps me up at night, sobbing to myself under my blankets.

Only one person on this plant knows what ticks in my head, and he isn't here with us anymore. On the faithful date of March 11th, 2011, my best friend was packed tight into a coffin and put 8 feet deep. My father had died from a heart attack in his sleep when I was 9, and my mother followed two grief-stricken years later. March 11th officially marked the day I lost everybody I cared for. My mom, my dad, and my best friend all out in the great beyond, while I'm stuck on this dull, grey earth. I wish it was as easy as opening and closing a door to see them once again, but it never is that simple.

I bet you're reading this right now, smug and chuckling to yourself, "What a sadistic fuck." You're absolutely right. Maybe it's the self-entitled duty that keeps my heart beating. I know I'm shot down, and I hope my spiral downwards is a peaceful one. But at least I can make a difference to people around me before I take the next ferry into uncharted lands. (A/N: What I mean by this is dying. For some reason I feel like being really metaphorical.) I want to be remembered with a smile. I want to be the person that cared more for other beings than himself.

This world wasn't meant for people like me. Being useful in the neighborhood I grew up in is doing something physically, and taking something from Point A to Point B. My goals and achievements are frowned upon. Thinking doesn't get you very far. I cannot take the faults in this world and fix them; I am too small of a person and lack the power and resources to do so. I can simply dream about a world where I'd excel in. Living alone didn't help either. There was no leash holding my mind back, constantly nagging me about homework and responsibilities. It's funny how many kids would die to be in my position, no parents and such. It's ironic how it's in our blood to want the things that we don't have, no matter how stupid they are. So these thoughts follow me to bed, and greet me in the morning. I know how easy it is to fix my problem, to simply inject a needle into my arm or drink bottles of alcohol. But I had found something much better than that. I had found My Little Pony.

You're going to have to forgive me if this is utter shit. But please, I employ you to rip this fan fiction to shreds, exposing every rotten bit of flesh hidden within it. I don't know why I decided to start writing. This may be a one time thing. But I have most of my inspiration from Ice, he started writing and he's doing fine. So hell, why not give it a shot, eh?

Good news guys! Had some spare cash left over from Christmas, so I decided to buy the new Xbox 360 Slim! The neat thing is that they can put some design on your xbox, so I put a Rainbow Dash picture on it. You betcha' it was major awkward, but so worth it. BTW, looking for people to play MW3 or BF3 with. Do send a friend request my way @ rageofhell45 [going to be changed to FrostBite soon]. :)

The Ball Drops

11:37 a.m.

I hopelessly sigh and make slow, circle-pattern movements on my polished, hardwood flooring of my apartment with my foot, thinking of ways to drown out the sheep-like bleating of depression. I consider going outside for another hour ride on my motorcycle, but that only ends up numbing the pain. The constantly rising price of gasoline doesn't aid in my situation either. I try to preoccupy my mind with stupid tasks, but they always end up with me back at square one; desperate for a way to evade chronic depression. Sleeping does help, but there's only so long you can shrug off the creeping thoughts in your head until they invade your own dreams as well.

I glance over at my phone, and look at the 11 calls I've missed and 4 text messages all from my ex-girlfriend. Have I mentioned that I am a hopeless romantic? I just did. I lazily lob the phone over my shoulder and it wedges itself between the cushions in my couch. My stomach emits a low growl, indicating that I should get off my ass and provide it with some sort of nourishment. I do have money saved up for Subway, but I haven't showered for days and I'm not in the mood to go out in my current condition. Instead I walk to my kitchen, boil water in a pan and pop in an artificially-flavored chicken ramen. I walk out of my kitchen into the living room to suddenly face plant into the welcoming ground. Groaning loudly and muttering a few unpleasant no no words, I crawl back up and return to my laptop to check if there's any updates to stories I'm tracking on fimfiction.com. Happily noticing some updates in a far-progressed story, I jump back up and return to the kitchen with a little bit of a hop in my step to pour my 'freshly' made ramen into a cheap plastic bowl. Time to nibble on ramen and read more fanfics.

2:40 p.m.

I glance up from my laptop to notice the fact that 3 hours has passed since I've sat back down on my bed. I pick up my empty bowl of ramen and deposit it into the sink. I turn around to return to my fanfics, but I notice an old book sitting in the corner of my kitchen. I already know what it is and how it got there, but despite the pleads from the rational portion of my brain, I pick up the book. I wipe the dust off it's spine and reshape the bent edges of the pages, now realizing that it's my family scrapbook, with everything that has occurred in the span of my life from embarrassing baby pictures to daring adventures with my dad. Tears drip from the corner of my eyes, as I refresh my memory of what it was like to have a family that spent every minute to make your as awesome as possible. A sour taste returns to my mouth and I stoop back into a mild depression which I had tried so dearly to avoid for the past week. The hours blur by as I sit on my bed and exercise my greatest gift: thinking.

6:20 p.m.

My brain has tried every solution to pull myself out of the gutter, and finally strikes a cord. To it's misfortune, that idea turns out to be my demise.

My brain says, "Hey Camron! Snap out of it doofus! Have you already forgotten that New Years is less than 6 hours away?"

I sarcastically think back, "Why the fuck should I care? New Years is just another marketing scheme to get you to spend your money on crap you don't need. Same with Christmas and Easter. You out of anything should know this... because you are me."

"You sure though? You always wanted to make a difference, right? Why not set up a resolution to help you achieve this?"

"You know, you're absolutely right. I ought to start fixing up this shithole of a community, and what better time to start than New Years?"

"Atta' boy! I told you we'd get through this! Another rough patch in the road, but we are too smart to get past this," exclaimed my rational brain.

11:00 p.m.

After a nourishing late night cereal dinner, I am content with my New Year's resolution.

"Hehe, brain you smart... thing... you," I admitted to myself, "you really hatched something smart this time."

"Hey hey, we are smart," gloated my brain, "I am after all a figment of your imagination."

"Derp. Well, anyway, I do suppose I shou-"

My monotonous mutterings were interrupted by shouts of rage and glass breaking against the wall.

"You want to fucking disrespect me? You dumb fucking cunt!" A loud bang against the wall was heard and a shriek of pain was heard from a female-sounding voice.

"Oh my god," I muttered. "Not this shit again."

For you see faithful reader, I am probably most guilty and can be claimed to be the most scummy, hypocritical jerk out on that side of California. I preach about fixing the community around me, when for the past couple months this couple has made no effort in hiding their obvious domestic problems. Many times on Sundays or Fridays, everybody in our apartment building can hear sounds of occasional glass breaking to beating. Being all pumped up in the moment, I had enough of this shit. I opened my closet and withdrew my Wilson tennis racket and held it firmly in my hands. I strolled up to my front door, completely ignoring putting on any shoes and walked out the door.

Halfway through my walk my rational brain started noticing signs of trouble. At first it was confused, asking the occasion, "Hey, what are you doing?" As I got closer to the door, it started panicking and said, "Hey dude, you really really ought not to do this. This is stupid and you're going to get yourself hurt."

I ignored any signs of distress from my head and arrived at the front of the couple's door. I rung it twice, and heard any commotion in the apartment go silent. I heard the lock disengage and a wary man in his late 40s opened the door and asked, "What the fuck do you fucking want?"

The moment those words escape from his mouth, my brows tightened and I kicked the door in. This sudden explosion of force caught him off-guard, hitting him in the head and leaving him in a daze for a minute. I walked in and observed my surroundings noticing his girlfriend sitting in the corner with a scared look at blood on her shirt. Understanding what has been happening in his apartment, I had no hesitation when I took my racket and whacked it into his temple, leaving him unconscious and bleeding from his right ear. Smirking slightly, I dropped my racket and picked up the revolver sitting on the wooden table by the door. No wonder the woman hadn't tried to escape earlier, with that menacing thing sitting around there, I would be shitting my britches as well. I looked at the woman (roughly around the age of 20-24) and attempted a reassuring smile for a moment. She returned the smile and quickly gathered her purse and thanked me before racing out the door. She obviously didn't know or care what intentions I had with the gun I had obtained. I silently walked into my apartment, closed the door and locked it.

11:50 p.m

It was quiet in my apartment now. Any logical thinking that could be done now is dead. It's almost as if the moment I kicked in the door, my logical brain took a metaphorical rope and hung itself. I was caught up in the moment and I know what was going to happen to me after what has taken place tonight. I guess I was going to go out with a bang, and goddamn I felt a lot better justifying myself. I made a change, but now I have to prepare for my early departure from this scorched earth. Good thing I have 10 minutes left. Plenty of time to take a quick shower, get dressed in something nice, and perhaps write a small note.

11:59 p.m

I felt rejuvenated; spiritually and physically. I bet my parents are watching over me with a smile right now; somewhat disappointed but hopefully proud of my actions. I now sit here, fiddling with the revolver in my hand, spinning it's chamber over and over. Tonight was a game of Russian Roulette, a game that I won and lost at the same time. I quickly switched the TV to channel 4, and listened to the cheers of the oncoming New Year. I smiled slightly and looked at all the happy people in the crowd.

10... I cough.

9...

8...

7...

6...

5... My palms begin to sweat.

4...

3... Hands begin to tremble.

2... Hands now shaking violently, emitting a rattling sound from the revolver.

1... I raise my hand and feel the piercing, cold metal against my temple.

Happy New Ye-

Everything stops. I sit there, seeing my reflection in the tv. I cannot move my head, all I can do is sit there and think. I mentally break down in laughter; it's kind of funny to see yourself stuck in a position like that. It's quite awkward. Once again, I am back to thinking. For what feels like a minute, I think of my parents, my best friend, my memories, and then strangely... I think of... My Little Pony? All of a sudden I feel the force of a sledgehammer smash against my head and a strange whooshing sound. All I feel is wind and I black out.

(A/N: Do please feel free to rip the shit out of this Chapter and especially my 1st chapter. I'm sorry if you feel depressed if you've stuck with the story this far. But I do thank you for your time and patience, and assure you that things will be in a lighter mood as we progress farther into the story and explore the mind of the maker, myself.)

Ah... good ol' Xbox. You know I forgot the greatest gift that is so big it cannot be put on the front of the box, frustration. Spawnkillers, terrible hosts, so much it just drives me mad. But anyway, that's not the news. I just got Borderlands and Halo Wars! I know a year or 2 later, but hey, the game's still fun. Do feel free to lob a friend request my way @ rageofhell45. Thanks!

Confusion and Freefalling

"Psst... hey dumbass. Wake up."

I coughed and snorted at the same time, waking up suddenly. "Wha-, what's going on?" I was dazed and glanced around left and right to only see light blue.

"We all know what you did back there."

"How the hell can you possibly know... oh wait a minute. Glad to see you live and kicking."

"Shut up you selfish bastard," smugly replied my brain. "We had something going there."

"What the hell do you mean," I fumed mentally. "You know just as much as I did how much we hated our lives. We lost everything we cared about, and your shabby preference in women didn't help at all either."

"Well still," admitted my sadistic, logical brain, "you did go overboard."

"Well you know what, I'm glad I did it. I sat there and made myself miserable thinking about stuff I could do to make the world right, and guess what? I did something. I gave a defenseless woman the freedom she wanted, fast enough to make it back to my place and take a shower before New Years." I thought a smug image in my head. My brain immediately countered with a

image, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well... you did what you felt was 'righteous' and it's time to face the great beyond."

"Speaking of the great beyond, this doesn't look anything like Heaven. You don't think I went to He- No no no. Not that."

I suddenly felt the calm breeze against the hair on my arm pick up speed. "Who left the A/C on?" I glanced downwards to realize a small, poofy object begin to form into a more developed structure. "So, I'm going to die after I die? Ok then." I then shrieked like a 9 year old girl as I continued to fall. I flailed my arms around uselessly, hoping to the lord that I would magically learn to fly with only my arms. Sadly, that's not going to happen, so I only looked stupid. "Oh my god I'm going to DIE!"

"Me too!"

"Shutup."

:c

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"Mommy! I'm going to be late for the Wooooonderbooooolts," whimpered the little filly.

"Well let's hurry up then! You're the one that wanted to say 'Hi' to the gray pegasus with the silly eyes," replied her mother.

"Ok well then let's go!"

They started to speedwalk toward the stadium, but suddenly the girl stopped and perked her ears up.

"Oh not this again," sighed the mother.

"Mommy? Do you hear that?"

"Hear what honey?"

"aaaaaAAAAAAA OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooodd..." silence

They both stared at the human-shaped hole in the middle of the street.

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"I'm not dead? I'm not dead! I'm not deeeeeeead! YEAH!" I quickly fist pumped and regretted as I looked down once again.

"I'm dead."

Sorry or the short chapter. I just wanted to write something humorous from all of this depressing backstory.

Level 14 in Borderlands! :D I got some fancy shmansy sniper that would even make Big Macintosh say 'Eeyup.' Guess that's just about it.

Comas and Conversations

4 Hours Earlier...

"Today is going to be simply divine, Fluttershy," exclaimed Rarity. "With all of the attention I've been getting from the Canterlot ponies, I haven't had a good days rest since 2 weeks ago! This is exactly what my body needed."

"I agree," purred Fluttershy. "It's been a long time since we've had a girl's day out."

"How true. We're going to feel wonderful. It's a shame that Twilight and Applejack are missing out."

"Well... I'm pretty sure that they're quite busy. So much to do after all."

"Whatever. I know that for a fact that after this, we're going to look stunning darling."

Fluttershy blushed and they started their walk from Rarity's boutique to the spa.

"Oh hey Pinkie. What's up with the hat," asked Rarity?

"WelltodayIwokeupandstartedtowalkbutthenIfellbecausemytailwastwitchingsobadly."

"Twitchy tail... twitchy tail..." Rarity and Fluttershy immediately jumped into cover, fearfully looking up in the sky for any signs of danger.

"Oh silly gooses, I never said it was going to happen now," exclaimed Pinkie Pie while she bounced around. "I'd say sometime around noon, like that time when you want to eat something sweet but you're afraid that it'll ruin your lunch but you do it anyway and you don't eat anything for lunch and then you eat lunch later and then you eat dinne-"

"OK. Ok Pinkie I get it. Do you have any idea how large this thing is gonna be?"

"I'm not really quite sure, but..." Pinkie Pie stops to examine her leg and pokes it a little. "... somewhat around the size of a pony and a half."

"Ok then, I'll be sure to keep a lookout for any objects plummeting from the sky."

"Okie dokie lokie! I'll be at Sugercube Corner if you need anything sweet!"

Pinkie then vanished and the pair continued onto their plans.

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"Oh fuck I'm going to hit that blue patch of land. Wait, that's... water! Oh thank God. We're going to land into a lake. Still gonna hurt like a bitch, but better than ground."

I began to prepare myself a few minutes ahead before I was going to hit, when suddenly a flash of colors appeared past me. The speed from the object was so fierce that it actually changed the path I was heading. I looked down to notice what used to be a lake below me now is a building. Fuck aerodynamics.

"God damnit." crash

Before falling unconscious, I managed to raise my head and look at my surroundings. There were two colorful horses staring at me, mouths open gawking. One of them was yellow with a pink tail and mane, and the other was an albino, marshmallow looking one with a purple tail and mane. I wondered what they were looking at until I looked down at my chest. Blood stains were sprouting all over my t-shirt, and one of my broken ribs was sticking out of my skin, throbbing slightly.

I blinked hard twice and succumbed to slumber.

I got the .44 Magnum in BF3 today, and that thing is a wrecking ball that can fit in your pocket.

An Ironic Discovery

I instantly jerked awake and moaned in my throat. I noticed that I was laying on a bed with what felt like sheets on top of me. The first thought that came to mind was 'hospital'. Oh god... I wonder what condition they found me in. My eyes instantly widened the farthest they could. I nervously moved my hand over my right temple and gently pushed down. To my relief there was no hole, and I instantly let out a large sigh.

Every nerve in my body cried out in pain. "How in the hell did I survive?" was all I could think. I began to worry about what opinions people would begin to form about me if they found out what I did. "God, everybody would lose respect for me," I thought to myself. "They'd think I'm a suicidal loser. All those years of faking happiness all to waste." I swallowed sadness and tried to crane my neck to observe my surroundings. Even the slightest movement brought me near to tears. "I wonder what the hell that dream meant." All I could remember was falling into a lake then being moved to fall into a building. I could only remember up to that point. The rest was hazy and I couldn't draw any sort of sense from it.

I began to hear voices outside of the room I was. I tried my hardest to ignore the excruciating pain and dialed into the conversation as best I could.

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"Well, what in the tarnation is it?" asked a voice I somewhat recognized.

"Whatever it is, I'm not afraid of it!" smugly replied another voice I recognized faintly.

"Girls. I looked through every book I had in the library and yet I couldn't find anything about it. Unless if my inventory is wrong, it's nothing Equestria has ever dealt with!" sounded a worried voice.

"Whatever it is we should throw it a 'Get Better Soon' PARTY!" exclaimed a high sounding voice. It's almost as if every vowel carried some force that could instantly make you smile.

"It is a he and he doesn't seem very mean. He's also badly injured, so please try not to scare him badly."

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At this point, I knew something was fishy. None of these people sounded anything remotely like doctors, except for the last voice. I then stored all my energy, and tried my best to moan as loudly as possible. Their conversation ended quickly and the voices went silent. I then heard small movements on the other side of the wall and slowly a door opened. I managed to raise my neck ever so slightly to see a cyan hoof enter through the crack of the door. I blacked out.

A few hours later...

My eyes cracked open slightly to see a bunch of colors explode in my face. My eyes strained and tears began to flow down my face. 'Argh' was all I managed to say. All I heard were shrieks and when my eyes finally adjusted I saw 4 ponies cowering in the corner of the room, and the same cyan colored pony standing in front of me defiantly.

"Now you listen to me... you. Don't you think that you can sit around and boss me and my friends around because you're bigger than us," claimed the cyan colored pony.

I then laughed loudly and coughed in pain at the same time at my discovery at who I was talking to and where I was.

"S-stop that. Why are you laughing?" questioned the pony I now recognize at Rainbow Dash.

Now, at this moment when I recognized Rainbow Dash, my mouth immediately reformed into something that resembled melting ice cream and I immediately stopped any forms of intelligence. You don't understand what it's like for this. Rainbow. Dash. Is. My. Idol. I mean, for the love of sweet baby jeebus, I own a shirt that has her peeking out of my chest as if it's a cloud. If I hadn't done what I did, I would probably be sitting at the front of my door waiting for 2 more shirts to arrive that all revolve around her. My avatar for my YouTube account is Rainbow Dash with black shades. My Xbox skin is her doing a sonic rainboom with the caption: "20% cooler in 10 seconds flat." Recognizing her was like a unicycle riding an elephant juggling two orange-colored tire irons exploding into my face. I went into total fangirl moment, and before I did something stupid and probably socially degrading, my brain hit the abort switch that sent me into lala land for the day.

Again, sorry for the small chapter.  I feel like it's my duty to provide you guys with a new chapter AT LEAST every day. At least I'm making slow but steady plot progression.

Edit: Took advice from a friend and decided to keep the quality up by sacrificing more frequent updates. To prevent writers block, I've been keeping a notepad with me to jot simple ideas down which I can put together like a puzzle into something (hopefully) entertaining and logical. I've also re-written the ending part of this chapter into something that I'd most likely do if I was thrust suddenly into this situation. It may of been a bit overboard to most of you that know me, but remember: this is me as a person in this world. Create a mental image of me based on how I react and you will enjoy this Ponyfic much better. -FrostBite

Y u guys no add me on Xbox live? I need moar people to play BF3 and MW3 with. I have a sexy voice if that's enough reason to add me.

Waking Up

"Alright Spike! I'll be back after I pick up some manuscripts from Cherilee! I'll be back in 20," yelled Twilight Sparkle.

"Alright Twilight, what should I do if-"

SLAM.

"Oh nevermind," sighed Spike.

I instantly awoken to the sudden sound of a door being closed shut. "Oh jeeze, what a wicked dream I've been having. Guess being inside all winter break has really been getting to my head," I thought to myself. "Good thing it's a nice day; probably go out and get some Vitamin D, eh?" I chuckled to myself over such a stupid statement. " I rubbed my eyes furiously to get used to the bright sun shining in the room. "Did I really forget to close my blinds that late at night?" I looked up and noticed that the room I was in was in fact not my bedroom, nor looked like any other kind of room I've ever been in.

"Where the hell am I? And what in the hell is that terrible taste in my mouth?" I licked the back of my hand and then smelled it. "Jesus Christ, it smells like a combination of horse and wet grass." I got up and opened the door to the room I was in. I peeked around the corner and saw nobody, so I proceeded to walk out and close the door quietly. I noticed that there was a plaque on the door that said 'Guest Room'. "Now who would want to kidnap somebody, then treat them humbly?"

Curiously looking around, I noticed that this architecture was nothing I've ever seen before. It almost looked like I was inside of a giant tree. And what confused me more was that there were tons of books everywhere! They were piles of papers laying in the middle of the hallway, and books crammed into every space on the wall. Something tugged at the back of my memory, but I shrugged it off and continued onward. Even more carefully, I made my way down the stairs slowly to make sure that whoever left me here is not home. Almost making it onto the final step, I stopped immediately to hear the humming of what sounded like a young boy, and the sizzling of food on a frying pan. Focusing hard on the source of humming and trying to make it down the final steps, I failed to pay attention to where I was putting my foot and slipped on a lone book on the staircase. I fell flat on the my face with a thwap and groaned loudly.

The humming stopped and I heard somebody swallow nervously.

"Twilight? Is that you?"

I heard footsteps approaching my location and desperately tried to find somewhere to hide. Knowing it was too late, I cracked my neck and got into a lame fighting position, preparing for the worst. Whatever came around the corner was as shocked and confused as I was. We both managed to make an 'uhh' sound as we both stared at each other for a few seconds.

"What are you?," I awkwardly asked it.

"I'm Spike. Now what the heck are you doing up? Nurse Redheart said that you wouldn't be conscious till the day after tomorrow?"

Ok, at that point I was starting to get a bit paranoid. "W-wait. What do you mean 'conscious'? Are you saying that you drugged me or something? DID YOU?"

"No no, you're getting the wrong idea here. You were in an accident, and hurt pretty badly. I don't know how or in what condition they found you, but all I heard was that it definitely wasn't normal, and you were near death."

"Well I'm going out to get some answers," I said with a determined face as I walked toward the door.

"Wait! Don't go out!," pleaded Spike.

"Why not?," I reasoned. "If there's anything I learned from history, it's if you want something done you do it yourself."

"Well, the pony you're looking for answers from is going to be back in roughly 15 minutes, she went out to get something from a friend of hers."

"Ok then. Fine."

A few minutes passed before I tried to strike up conversation to pass the time.

"This Twilight person."

"Pony."

"Yeah whatever. Pony. Is she nice?"

"Definitely! You know, if it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't be who I am right now!"

"Really? Do explain."

"Well you see..." Spike then delved into the history of how he came to be. It started with how Twilight and her parents wanted her to join a school that specialized in magic for gifted kids, or colts or fillies. He explained how in order to get into that academy, and that there was a entry test that had to be taken in order to be accepted for enrollment. He went into vivid detail about how Twilight was cracking under the pressure of what this test meant to her and how it would significantly affect the rest of her life. She was failing at everything she attempted and the evaluators began to pay less and less attention to her efforts. Before she lost complete hope, a rainbow explosion occurred outside and Twilight suddenly gained a raw amount of magic, levitating her off the ground and hatching the dragon egg in front of her. Spike thus was born and due to all the raw magic, was instantly grown into an adult dragon, and smashed through the ceiling. Spike excitedly explained about how the princess found out about Twilight's burst of energy, and teleported into the room.

"And so Princess Celestia walked up to Twilight, and asked her if-"

"-she wanted to be her own apprentice," I finished.

Spike looked at me slack-jawed, and wondered the same thing I did: How the hell did I know the ending to what he was talking about? And why can't I remember?

Thanks for those of you that have been tracking this story. Every time I check my email and see that a new person has tracked this story, it gives me a little more inspiration to get off my ass and write. When you're writing a story with a small audience, every little bit helps. I look forward to expanding this story. Expect ANYTHING. -FrostBite

BTW, MOAR COMMENTS. I want to know what's right, what's wrong, what's up, what's down, what smells like bananas and how you think this story is going to turn out. I want to see how spot on your guesses are, and see how predictable my story is.

Level 45 in BF3. Apparently I hit some sort of prestige for BF3, and my level # reset but now I have a new emblem. Anybody care to explain? Hit me up @ rageofhell45.

Understanding | Rebirth

Spike looked at me with confusion, and I returned the same facial gesture. I had no idea how I knew that. It just sort of popped into my head with such force that I blurted it out.

"How'd you know that... uh... I still haven't gotten your name yet," questioned Spike.

"To be quite frank I have no idea what my name is, and I doubt I will unless Twilight does something," I sighed.

"You know if you didn't seem like such a cool dude, I'd be seriously creeped out right now.."

An awkward silence followed that statement, and after a few moments he finished, "I mean... it is... right?"

"Don't sweat it mate," I laughed.

Another awkward silence passed before he struck up conversation again.

"Well now you know about Twilight, why not tell me something about your family?"

"I'd really love to answer that... but I really don't know anything about myself. Hopefully your friend Twilight will have some answers for me."

"Oh sorry 'bout that. Don't worry about it. She always knows what to do!" he boasted. I hope...

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"Sorry, but I really don't know what to do." Mental facepalm.

"Wha- what do you mean?"

"To be quite honest, I have no idea how you have even gotten here. And for the whole amnesia case, I have no explanation for that either. I really didn't want to bother the princess, but it seems I have no choice."

"Who is this... 'princess'?"

"Princess Celestia!

My eye twitched at her outburst and she caught it.

"Oh... sorry for snapping at you... forgot the fact you're not from here."

"It's fine really, I'm not quite in the mood to question how politics work in this world. I just want to figure out what's going on here."

"Alright well... Spike! I need you to take a letter!"

Spike suddenly appeared with a piece of paper that looked like an ancient scroll and a quill. I mean really... is this the middle ages or something?

"Ready and waiting Twilight!"

Dear Princess Celestia,

I'm sorry if you're a bit confused that this isn't my weekly friendship report, but there appears to be a newcomer to town. He has no idea who he is and how he got here. I've tried every resource avaliable for answers, but none of them seem to provide any help. He appears to be very friendly and desperate for answers. It would be much appreciated if you could assist us in any way.

Your Faithful Student,

Twilight Sparkle.

"Alright cool, all we need to do is find a post offi-"

Spike then rolled up the scroll and breathed green fire onto it.

"WHAT THE HELL MAN?! THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AT ALL!"

Twilight then zipped my mouth shut with magic. I near shat my pants and started flopping on the ground like a fish tugging at the zipper covering my mouth. Twilight sighed in the background and started murmuring things to herself. She then took a deep breath and faced me.

"Spike possesses the ability to send letters directly to the princess. Okay? He does this by breathing fire onto any parchment I want to send. Now, I'll remove the zipper in the second."

Spike then coughed out an identical looking scroll. Looked pretty painful from my view. Twilight walked over and picked it up. She chuckled to herself and stood still waiting. Confused, I walked up to her and asked what was going on.

"Mmmmhn?"

She removed the spell.

"Thanks. So what did she say?"

"She'll be here in a minute."

"Wait what? How?"

A great, blinding light dispersed any thoughts I had. After many minutes of rubbing my eyes, I squinted and saw a marvelous, white pony. She was very tall, and even perhaps as tall as me. What intrigued me the most is how she has both a horn and a pair of wings. What did the other ponies call them? Ali... alisarns? Alicorns! Ah yes. Sounds right.

I realized that I had been staring at her for quite some time silently. She didn't seem to be unnerved by this, or she was really good at not showing it. Instead, she looked like she was... smirking? Why? I opened my mouth and tried to say something but all I managed to do was emit a squeak. She giggled and gave a hoof motion that seemed to suggest I try again. I blushed furiously and mumbled out a "Hiiiiiiiiii..." with my voice cracking.

She giggled again and gave me a smile of glee and turned to Twilight. They began to talk fast with hushed voices. I only managed to grab a few words out of the massive jumble of the lot.

"Get. Fine. Fit in. Live."

"Risky. Past. Corrupt."

I tried to get a better hearing on what they were saying, but every time I tried to get close, they would suddenly stop talking and stare at me until I backed away. After I returned to a safe distance, they would continue to talk. I sighed in defeat and plopped onto the couch and waited for them to stop. After what felt to be an hour (which was really 20 minutes), they stopped talking and both faced me.

I raised a concerned eyebrow. "What's up?"

"Well... it seems that there is no way to get you home."

I gasped loudly and felt despair down in my heart.

"BUT... it seems like you can fit in just fine here. We can either allow you to reside here in Ponyville under the temporary care of Twilight, or you can come back with me to Canterlot where you can wander around the castle in seclusion. The choice is entirely up to you."

"What about my memories? I need to remember who I am." I tried to pull off a grim face.

"I cannot simply give you your memories back. Based on what our doctors said, if I tried, I could potentially kill you. Or, I would severely damage your brain. Which would, most likely, leave you with mixed results." Wow. Never could have imagined THAT coming out of her.

"Oh... I see. So, my memory is gone *deep swallow* forever?" I began to shed light tears, fully understanding my situation.

"No! No. I said that I can't give you them... at once."

"So there's another way?"

"Yes. What I could do instead is repair some of the damage done, and allow your brain to mend itself at its own pace. Without magical help, this would be virtually impossible. Lucky for you, you're talking to one of the most powerful ponies in Equestria."

"Sweet. Are you absolutely sure that there's no way I can go back to my home? Super positive?"

"Sorry, no chance." :C

I sighed and accepted defeat. Can't win them all... "Alright. Sounds good. So let's get started shall we?"

She seemed confused. "Start what?"

"The procedure... for my brain...," I stated sarcastically.

"I can't do that now." She giggled.

I scratched my head in confusion. She took the hint.

"It takes a lot of magic from trained, skilled magicians. I cannot do it alone; I'm simply not strong enough in this field. I can gather up some of the best in Equestria to aid you by 2 weeks."

"Wow! Thanks a bunch. You're going through so much to help me." I smiled a big ol' grin.

"Anything for a friend of my protegé. And hopefully soon a friend of the rest of the Mane 6."

I decided not to look further in the idea of the Mane 6. I had no idea what it meant, but it's not really important right now. "Wicked! I'm gonna go out for a walk. Digest everythin-"

"Wait! You cannot go out in your shape!" She held me in place using magic to prevent me from moving.

"Why not?"

"You...," she took a dramatic pause for reasons unknown and continued, "are a myth here."

"I'm... a myth? A child's story?" I bawled out in laughter and fell to the floor. Oh... the irony!

"You took that rather well. Anyway... you can't be seen outside. Everypony would be scared of you and run."

"Seems like these stories are more horror than child-oriented. So what do I do? Wear a hat?" I laughed for a few seconds.

"No... you have to be a pony."

My laughter stopped immediately. "I have to be... one of you guys?"

She nodded with a serious face.

"But..." I looked at my hands and noticed the various scars lining them from knuckle to wrist. I opened and clenched them, testing their strength. "... I like me." I put on a big frown.

"I'm sorry. It must be done though."

Inhale. Exhale. It has to be done. Inhale. Exhale.

"Okay."

I'd first off like to thank many of the people who post comments and PM me valuable criticism that I took into effect. I decided on redoing the ending of this chapter because I wasn't satisfied with how rushed I made it. Please take the time to reread and expect the next update by tonight.

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