And Then I was Twilight Sparkleby RainbowIsaacChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 1So, you wanna hear a story, huh? One about heroes, harmony, and the world being saved? Well, have I got a story for you! It all started back in the ancient year of two thousand and twelve. Recently, in the peaceful world of Equestria, there was an ancient evil that had resurfaced. Its name was Discord. Now, I would tell you about how he was defeated by the Elements of Harmony, and his subsequent sealing back into the ancient statue that he had – but I already told you that. In fact, I told you that story so I could tell you this one! As Princess Celestia, the wise ruler of the land, watched over it, one day she noticed something. One of her little ponies had disappeared. This pony’s name was Rainbow Dash. And so, Celestia had her faithful royal guard trace the magical signature of Dash, and find her. Except she had disappeared. Or was it Celestia who disappeared and Dash who tried to find her? I can never get that right. So anyway, after whoever went didn’t come back, the other Elements of Harmony had decided to cast a spell and follow her there. However, it was all a ruse! Discord had sent the first pony to make sure the Elements would follow them to their, as he had already escaped. He had also split Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic’s, soul in half, depositing one half into a young man, and another into another, a few days later. This is the story of that first young man… So, where should I begin? Huh, maybe the start of my story should be a good idea. Yeah, it should, My name is – or, heh, I guess I could say was – Isaac. I was an ordinary (if rather first-person-shooter- and internet-obsessed, as well as silly) boy, going to an ordinary school, with ordinary parents, an ordinary little bro, and an ordinary little puppy. I loved that puppy. His name was Casper. But it didn’t stay that way for long. One day, I saw an announcement on Equestria Daily that instantly grabbed my attention. It was about Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria from my favourite series, ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’. It had a picture of what I thought at the time was a hyper-realistic vector of her, but as soon as I opened the article, I was proven wrong. It wasn’t a vector. It was the real thing. My mouth opened incredibly wide. I was gobsmacked. ‘But- I- how-’ were the first things to go through my mind. Closing my mouth, I shook my head. This was clearly just some elaborate prank. But then, I zoomed down. My fears were confirmed as I clicked on and viewed the attached Youtube video – this was no prank. I put my earphones on and prepared for the video. But what was said… stunned me. Basically, it was Princess Celestia and Princess Luna standing in front of podiums. Except, as I was about to find out, they weren’t exactly Princess Celestia or Luna. They were about to reveal a rather large announcement. And they did. I can’t exactly recall it myself, though, but I remember this is an approximation of what was said. First off, Celestia stepped up to the podium. She said: “I know you probably do not believe me, but I am Lauren Faust…” Then, pointing at Luna, she said “…And this is Tara Strong. And I have something to say.” With this, she stared at the camera. The stare was rather unnerving; it was like she was looking right at me. I shook it off, though. It couldn’t be, right? “If any of you find yourself to be Elements of Harmony, then you must come to New York. I need you there for a reason.” ’Hah, an Element of Harmony? I pity da fools,’ I smirked, thinking as I fell asleep, in my bed. As it turned out, Irony is a fickle bitch... And Then I was Twilight Sparkle Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fanfiction of the popular Television series, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. All credit for the show goes to the writer, Lauren Faust, the Hub channel, and Hasbro. ’Ugh… why do I have to always wake up so early? These are my thoughts as my mind stirs from its rest, preparing to go into my room. It’s a rather small room, all things considered; it only has enough room for a few square metres of carpet, a medium bed with a black blanket, and a small brownish study desk with a chair next to it. ’Seriously, though, it’s rather tiring. Why can’t I-’ My thoughts stop for a moment. Why are the blankets on top of me too heavy to lift in one push? I normally push them down and off of my bed. Oh, wait. Actually, that happens a lot. So yeah. “Ugh, dammi-” Wait. My voice. Something’s wrong with my voice! It sounds more like a girl’s voice than my own! What the hay happened last night? Yeah, I think in bronyspeak. Ya got somethin’ wrong with that? Take it up with me, I dare you. Nah, just kidding. I don’t really care if you care about that. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, getting out of bed. So anyway, I groan. My voice is still weird. Once more, I push up my sheets, and this time it succeeds, my uncovered body now facing my cupboard; a sliding door cream-coloured one.. I sigh, pushing myself off of my bed and sitting down on the floor. Putting my fingers into fists I ru- Wait. I sent a signal to my fingers… but they’re not moving. What the hay is happening today? I try again. “Stupid damn fing-“ I stop, again. Okay, that definitely was not my voice. What is happening today? First, my voice is weird; second, I can’t move my fingers, and third… well, I can’t actually think of any third reason. Eh, I suppose I can turn my lamp on. It’s a rather old lamp; it has a lightbulb on it and is in a china vase. It’s got one of those little things that stick out of a side that you push to make go out the other side. Like a switch but different. I hoist myself back up onto my wooden bed, somehow not using my fingers (and for some reason, it seems to be higher than before), and go over to the other side. My hand reaches down into the crevice between my window and bed – it was put there for the sole purpose of reaching for the power point, but I occasionally threw other things down there – and- crap. I can’t reach the button for some reason. Straining, I push my hand down the crevice, and turn on my lamp, the light flickering a few times before finally turning on. The white plug remains stable in the Powerpoint. But what I see in the crevice… It’s not any kind of arm I’ve seen before. Or any colour of skin, for that matter. And, closely examining my arm, I pull it up. I bring my other hand up in front of my face. Or should I say, my other hoof. “Son of a bitch,” I whisper. I think I know what happened last night. I remember watching that video. And I think I need to go to New York, because, well, it seems I’ve turned into Twilight Sparkle. But first, I need to check if this is real. Which it obviously can’t be! I mean, seriously, how could something like this happen to me? I’m just a fat, blondish Australian kid who likes eating and playing video games, as well as awesomeness and giant robots! There’s nothing at all notable about me! Nothing at all notable! Okay, time to smack myself in the head. “3… 2… 1…” I say, and prepare to wake up… OW! That hurt like… a bitch… “Oh no, this is real!” I scream softly (bit of an oxymoron, sure, but you know what I mean). “No, no, no, no, no! It can’t be real! It can’t be…” I curl myself up into a little ball, the bed crumpling up a little from the pressure that I put upon it, and rock in it. “Can’t be real… Can’t be real… Can’t be real…” I shake myself out of my stupor, and uncurl, still shaking. “Don’t worry, Isaac, you can do this… you can do this…” I push myself off of my bed, and try to stand up- “Ow.” That was the sound of me falling on the ground because I don’t know how to walk on four hooves. I sigh, the sound of it being muffled by my grey carpet. I have a feeling that today is going to be a long day… Chapter 2*Day 2* So, time to get to walking. Yeah, this isn’t gonna be easy. I mean, I turned into a damn pony, and I have to go to New York to avert a potential crisis involving Discord and the Elements of Harmony. I can still remember that fateful broadcast… *Day 1* As I was surfing Google Chrome on my computer – I’m not exactly sure of its model – I opened up a new tab. As I typed in the URL to the Equestria Daily home page, I smiled. “I can’t wait to see any updates to Season 3!” I said excitedly. As it loaded, with the uncharacteristically slow internet that was currently happening (there was a phone line that went down that day), I looked around the room, like I usually tend to do while I’m waiting for something. The study is a small room, around the same size as my bedroom. It has a varnished desk, with several cupboards containing books and others containing files. Looking back to my screen, I saw it had loaded. Then, scrolling down, I saw a title saying ‘Lauren Faust calls press conference, reveals a secret’. Hmm, what’s that mean? Looks interesting, though, I thought to myself. Opening the blog, I looked down. There was a video. Ignoring the text, I opened the video, and put it on full screen. Needless to say, the next few minutes were… revealing. As the video finished, my mouth opened and closed. I was freaked out (Yeah, nice going, Captain Obvious). How… wha… this can’t be possible! Yet somehow, it was possible. After all, it happened. “But… Princess Celestia… Lauren Faust… Oh, crap.” I muttered to myself. Couldn’t let my parents find out about this. Although, in hindsight, that was an incredibly stupid thought. Of COURSE my parents would find out about this; it’s gonna be mainstream news! They found out later that day, anyway. But the thing is? When I saw the video, and Princess Celestia, or Lauren, I guess I could say, said the sentence about the Elements of Harmony, it seemed like she was looking straight at me. At the time, I shook it off. It couldn’t be, right? *Day 2* But, I suppose that wasn’t what would happen, was it? The day before, I think it’s just a coincidence, but the next day, it turns out I AM an Element of Harmony. Heh, that’s irony for you. So, where was I, once more? Ah, yes, walking. I put the bottom of my front hooves on the carpet. They seem to be stable, so I move my back left hoof – I never thought I’d call anything on myself hooves – and put the bottom of it on the ground. Hesitantly, I bring my other back hoof, and put the bottom of that hoof on the ground. I push myself up… …and I can stand! Yessssss… finally! At least it’s gotten my brain off of how I’ve become- No, don’t think about that, Isaac. Think about walking. “Y-yeah, time to, time to start walking,” I say nervously. Honestly, though? I’m scared. I’m scared about what’s going to happen to me, what I’m going to have to do, and how the public’ll react. But most of all, I’m scared for my friends. Applejack, Rainbow, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie- Wait, them? I don’t even know them! Ha ha ha… yeah, I- I don’t know them, they’re just fictional characters, right? Except they’re not, my brain reminds me. Great. Thank you so much for reminding me of that, brain. I’m so happy that you did that. Anyway, back onto the track of walking. I tentatively put my forward right hoof in front of the other one. Then I put my back left leg in front of my back right leg. I’m feeling a bit shaky… Honestly, my hooves aren’t feeling all that good. Then I look at the door in front of me. It’s slightly open, and I need to open it fully. I reach out with one of my hooves, and… “Oof.” That was the sound of a 3 foot tall Pony falling on he- HIS face, because it’s not exactly that easy to balance with three hooves and one tail. I reached the gap in the door, though, so that’s a plus. Opening the door, I look into the kitchen. It’s rather aesthetically pleasing from my point of view: the slightly reflective white bench with flecks of brown and possibly green; the near perfectly white drawers, the silver oven, the dishwasher, the fridge, the clock… …and speaking of the clock, it’s only 12:04? Woah, didn’t expect it to be THAT early, especially considering my parents and little bro are asleep right now. So, anyway, I attempt the same awkward standing technique as before. Because I’m sure you don’t wanna go through that whole description again, it turns out to be a little easier than last time. I put my hoof forward, trying not to think about the whole ‘hoof’ thing. It hits the floor, the sound reverberating off of the cream-coloured tiles, and sounding around the house. I flinch at the noise. It just sounds… wrong. It’s like, you know, the feeling of when you scrape your fingernails across a blackboard, or scratchy surface? It sounds like that feels. Not the most eloquent metaphor, I am aware, especially from the mare who is supposed to be one of the most intelligent of the land of Equestria- Wait, when did I start thinking of myself as that? It’s like I’m starting to think like Twilight. Probably due to the alternately wired brain of an equine sorcerer such as Twilight. I mean, it doesn’t matter if your soul (and now that this evidence has come out, I am quite certain souls exist) is switched with someone else’s and you still think the same right then, eventually, your thought patterns will change with the different neural pathways activated, and, of course, the body’s stored memories. ... I’m starting to get the feeling that I should tone down the scatter-brained-ness just a little. Anyway, after that little tirade in my head, I move my back left hoof. I actually feel a little bit more stable, now… heh, ‘stable’. Anyway, my front left hoof moves, and back right hoof moves. Soon enough, I can walk around for 10 seconds without having to stop or falling on the floor. Don’t be too hasty, that’s an improvement. But that doesn’t matter! I need to get to my friends; Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Rarity! And I also need to stop thinking in verbal exclamation marks! How the hay am I even doing that! I don’t know, and I don’t really care! Probably because it’s awesome, actually! Okay, Twil- ISAAC, calm down a little, my brain says – or rather, I think. I sigh. I guess I should calm down. But wait, how am I supposed to get to New York? I walk up to my door. It’s enormous; it’s like seeing a giant gate. I think I finally know what other animals feel like when they see human construction. There’s a reason humans were termed as mega-fauna, after all. But wait, how am I supposed to leave without my parents knowing? I, I can’t just leave them, you know! I need to let them know I’m going! I just want to see them one more time, before I leave… Walking back into my dining room, I gulp. What will my parents do when they see me like this? I have no idea. I just hope they don’t overreact. Also, Casper, my dog, has been really quiet today. I muse a bit on this as I pause again, to reduce the wobbling. Normally, he barks quite a bit when he hears a noise, but for some reason, right now he’s incredibly quiet. I pause outside of my room, then walk into it. Jumping up onto my bed, I look at my fluffy teddies. I should take two of them; only two of them are more precious to me than Smarty Pants was. Wait, I’m doing it again. Dammit, stupid differently wired brain. I push my legs up, and jump up onto my bed. I pick up my cute little velociraptor teddy, Veloci, and my bunny teddy, Bun-Bun (Yeah, I know, real original namer right here). Bun-Bun is a blue bunny who has magenta eyes (rather coincidental, considering Rainbow Dash is fast like a bunny rabbit and has magenta eyes and is cyan), and Veloci is a cream raptor with orange feathers and a black head. He also has yellow eyes. I walk to Daddy’s room, but on the way, I look at Casper. Right now, he’s sitting on his mat. It’s a cute little one that has a paw on it, and he’s a cream-coloured, fluffy Cavoodle (A.K.A King Charles Cavalier Spaniel Poodle). His middle names are Muppy Sprocket. He looks at me, wagging his tail. Okay, nice to know he doesn’t think I’m a threat. I clear my throat, and pat him. It feels kind of surreal, patting a dog with a hoof; I mean, you feel his fur, but you also don’t at the same time. “Good boy,” I say, and wince. The voice coming out of my mouth isn’t my voice. It is the voice of Twilight Sparkle. Amazing studier, hard worker, and all around friend-maker. I’m none of those things, no matter how much my brain tried to trick me that I’m Twilight. Actually, here’s an analogy: I tend to do research on things which I don’t need to do it on, I don’t really have friends, and I don’t work hard. But I used to be those things. In fact, I used to be almost exactly like Twilight Sparkle. But I’m not. Not anymore. I open my parents’ door, and clear my throat. Then, I stand up on my hind legs, and flip the light on. Easing myself down off of the wall, I stand up on my still-shaky hooves; all four of them. My Daddy, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a… slightly receding hairline, leans the top half of his body forward, and asks “Who is it?” as my Mummy, a middle-aged woman with brown or dyed curly hair and brown eyes, starts blinking and waking up. “Ahem,” I say, and prepare for the worst. And when my parents snap up and stare at me, I know that something bad is coming. The reactions are startling. They immediately jump up out of the bed, and put their hands up, as if ready to fight. “Who are you?!” shouts Mummy, and my heart shatters a little. “It’s me, Mummy; Isaac!” I say, my face falling. Of COURSE she wouldn’t know it was me right away; that sort of thing only happens in shows. Her face immediately falls into a suspicious face. “Isaac? Is that really you…?” Mummy asks. Then, she shakes her head. “No, my son isn’t a purple pony! Unless you prove it-” “Yes. I can remember the number plate of our car and your phone number if you want. Here they are.” I say the numbers so fast, and with such precision, that Mummy blinks, and smiles, putting her hands down. Daddy does as well. “It really is you! Wait a second… are you a girl now?” She looks at me in disbelief. I sigh, roll my eyes, and put a deadpan expression on my face. “Yes. Yes, I am. I try not to think about it, so please don’t remind me of it.” “But wait, honey, how’re we going to get him to New York?” Daddy asks. Mummy looks at him questioningly. “He’s turned into the main character of the show that he likes! Twilight Sparkle, that’s her name, I think. She’s an Element of Harmony.” Mummy looks around, then sighs. “Alright. I suppose we can have him flown there in a plane.” “Oh, but he’ll have to go to bed again. Goodnight.” Mummy goes over to turn the light off. I gulp as I hobble back to my room. I’ve never been on a plane before. But it’ll be perfectly fine… …Right? Chapter 3*Day 2* I look back at my family, in the clear wall to the airport, and gulp. It isn’t easy, leaving them alone, with me unable to get back. At least I have my little friends, Bun Bun and Veloci… Rather early time to go on an aeroplane, though; although I suppose that going at 2:00 would be the only way to get there during the daytime. But it’s going to be hard, leaving my parents and my little brother… maybe forever. I certainly have no idea when I’ll get back. And the stares I’m getting from some people are not all that encouraging. Gulping, I hold up my hoof, and wave at my family before leaving the building, and preparing to go onto the aircraft. But when I turn to the plane, my mouth falls open in shock. “Wow…” You know, it’s at times like this when I’m reminded why humans are classified as ‘megafauna’. You know how some people say that planes are small? Those people are idiots. Planes are ENORMOUS. If you’ve ever seen one up close as a pony, that point would be even more obvious. As I walked up to the stairs (I had to learn to walk at my home. I don’t really think you guys would appreciate me describing everything in perfect detail, so I skipped it. It took several hours, though), I looked up at the top. It seemed so high, that it would be like a skyscraper. Gulping, I stepped onto the bottom step with one of my hooves. Then, I pulled my hoof off of it forcefully. I don’t think I can go up such a large amount of stairs. I mean, “Uh, could someone help me?” I ask. “Please?” A few seconds pass, and nothing happens. I knew no-one would- Wait, someone’s picking me up. They carry me up the stairs, and I look up at them. Who would be doing that? It’s a girl with reddish black hair; around seventeen or eighteen, I would wager, and American from her appearance. She’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a picture of Pinkie Pie on it breaking the fourth wall, and short black shorts. I smile at her. “Thanks, miss,” I say. When I say that, her face lights up, like she was just made a Duke by Benjamin Franklin, or someone told her that she was now a millionaire. She blushes, and looks away. “No problem,” she says. “Anything for Twilight Sparkle.” She smiles awkwardly. I smile awkwardly in return. “So. Uh. I’ll just go, I guess…” I say, still smiling awkwardly. That was rather awkward. I see I’m resulting to redundancies to calm myself down here, I snark mentally. Then, I take out of my small backpack where my parents stuffed everything in the ticket which they put in there. Well, not exactly ‘took out’, more like ‘took the bag off of my back, looked through it, shook the bag so it fell out, making sure not to let anything else fall out, and picking it up’. I check my seat. Oh, seems I’m sitting in row 21, seat A. I trot towards the servicemaid. She stares at me for a second, then shakes her head. “Uh… your ticket please, ma’am…?” she says. I hold it out, and smile. “Here it is,” I hand it to her to let her see, smiling with my eyes closed, and she inspects it for a second. Handing it back, she simply points towards the front. I turn towards the front and make sure to put my ticket back in my backpack, and then walk forwards, ignoring the multiple stares, freakouts, and squees aimed towards me – trust me, it’s not easy – and stop at the row I’m in. Turning towards the left, I move forward, and say “’Scuse me,” looking at the legs of the person in front of me. The legs stiffen, and then pull back. “Thanks,” I say, then move towards my seat. Then, I pull myself onto my seat with my legs. Turning around, I sit in what has been coined by Ponyville as the ‘Lyra Position’, th- I MEAN, how a human would normally sit. It’s quite comfortable, actually, as unlikely it seems it would be for a pony. Then, I look at the person sitting next to me- What. The. BUCK. The person sitting next to me… is the exact same bucking girl who carried me up the stairs! Now I can see why they stiffened. What a coincidence! “A tad of a contrived coincidence, though, if you ask me,” I mutter to myself. The girl looks at me. “Huh? You- you mean, me sitting next to you?” After that, she lets out a squee. “Oh, great,” I mutter. I can see that everything is going to be fine on this plane trip… *A few minutes later* “…And Boast Busters, oh, just watching you pick up that giant bear was AWESOME!” Aaaaand, she hasn’t shut up yet. Great. Just great. It’s like what would happen if Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash fused, and met the Wonderbolts… or maybe just Rainbow Dash after meeting them. I mean, I remember the day after she won the Best Young Fliers Competition, and she kept going on about- Wait a second, that wasn’t on an episode! How do I remember it, then? Oh yeah, that’s right. I’ve been turned into Twilight Sparkle. Just great. It figures that I get residual memories from outside of the show. Anyway, I sigh. “You do realise that that wasn’t me, right?” I hear myself say, before I can stop myself. I hurriedly add on to the end “Well, technically it was me, but the fact is, you do know that I’m not actually the real Twilight Sparkle, right?” She looks at me and shakes her head. “No, you are the real Twilight Sparkle! I can tell. I just, you know, feel it in my soul.” I groan. Coooornyyyyy. But never mind that. I need to explain to her why I’m not Twilight Sparkle. I breathe in, and begin: “Look, before all this started, I was an ordinary boy. You hear that? I used to be a male boy. But now? Now I don’t know WHAT I am; and that’s not even going into the ‘who’ factor! I mean, this is nearly impossible! On a scale of 0 to 1000, I would say it rates at about zero point zero one plus ten to the power of negative 500! And I’m not even going to mention the changing of chromosomes, most especially the gender chromosomes, and how that should have incurred a negative effect on my body!” I finish my rant, breathing slightly harder than when I began. Then the girl looks at me, and says “I believe you.” At this, I can feel the slightest glimmer of hope. But then, my hopes are shattered when she says “But I still believe you’re the true Twilight Sparkle.” Hanging my head down in slight depression, I groan. “Nothing’s going to change your mind, will it?” “No.” Thought so. *A few hours later* We’ve nearly got to New York, but on the way, I’ve learnt more about the girl, and told her more about myself as well. I told her my name, how old I was (and that certainly surprised her a bit, heh), and what I liked. Then, she told me her name and a bit about her. Her name was Ruby Rosa, and she was 17. She liked reading, music, video games, and ponies. The last one was honestly quite obvious, though. The entire reason I talked to her, though, was that I had nothing else to do. Honestly, she was interesting, but the things she liked were slightly different than what I liked. But anyway, it’s almost 6:00 in Australia, and we’re nearly there. Oh, and apparently she was from America, went to Australia for a trip, and is now going back to see Princess Celestia (which I understand, considering I myself need to go see her). “So, anyway, what was it like, waking up as Twilight Sparkle?” she had asked on the way. I had responded with “I don’t want to talk about it.” Because, you know, would you want to talk about turning into something of another species and gender? Because I certainly wouldn’t. But anyway, right now the plane is finishing docking procedures. I s’pose I should go. It’s not going to be easy, though, when people see that I’m a pony. Some humans really want to just… hate us, while others love us. Wait, why did I refer to humans in my sentence as ‘humans’? Eh, I’m pretty sure that just comes with the territory of being a pony. Personally, I hope when this is all over, I can be myself again, and go home to live with my family. Part of me, though, has a feeling that that isn’t going to happen. Anyway, I stand up, and show the woman at the front my ticket. She points to the dock, which is considerably easier to walk up than stairs, and I smile, and walk into it. While halfway, I hear the sound of something hitting the floor of the plane. Running back through the clean white dock, I stop, to see that Ruby has fallen down on the floor and is asleep! “Horseapples,” I swear, and roll her over onto her back. She looks like she’s breathing, but you can never be too sure. But then, her face morphs… into a snout? I’m not kidding. Her face. Just morphed. Into a snout. That’s… that’s impossible! It violates the law of conservation of mass! The atoms that she lost must have gone somewhere! And now her hands are changing, and her clothes are melting into her skin, which is being replaced by yellow fur (or rather, grown over by the fur)! As I watch in horror, her hands turn into the familiar keratin hooves which I’ve seen on myself for the last few hours, and finally, a tail sprouts from her behind, with a cutie mark of a saw next to it. Her tail and hair then turn black, and she shrinks down to my size. And it’s over. It all happened so fast! It was like, one minute she was completely human, then the next, there was no trace of her past self! That’s rather fascinating, actually… humans take approximately one minute to transform into ponies. I shake my head. Now isn’t the time for scientific examinations; now is the time to help her! As I think that, her head tosses around a little, and she groans. Her eyes open slightly. “…Twilight Sparkle…?” Then, she blinks, groaning a little more, and tries pulling herself up. I push her down gently, and she blinks. “Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be okay,” I say, attempting to be soothing. “What? What’s wrong?! What happened to me?!” She looks down at herself. “Why do I look different? …Dear Celestia, I’m a pony!” She faints. …Well, horseapples. Chapter 4*Day 2* Holy wow, that’s amazing! Wait, let me just tell you what is amazing first. We’ve finally got out of the tube after I taught Ruby to walk slightly better (read: teach her how to drag herself along the ground with her hooves), and the airport is incredibly… it’s indescribable. I mean, I KNEW Americans, like Australians, built big, but the size, the sheer SIZE of this… “Why? Why?!” Ruby screams, looking at her hooves and interrupting my thoughts. Oh, great. I mean, really, she whines almost as much as RARITY does. But anyway, I look at her with my face in a deadpan look. “What I said back when you first woke up was true. Everything is going to be fine.” I snark back at her. “But I can’t just turn into a pony and expect everything to be fine!” she whines again. “And besides, I’m only an Earth Pony, not a Unicorn like you, or even a Pegasus pony! Oh, I hate this!” Yes, I kind of got that from, oh, you know, all the whining you’ve done so far. In case you didn’t know. Then, she glares at me. “You know what? I have a feeling that you being with me is the entire reason that this happened.” Then, she blushes. “But, well, I don’t hate you or anything…” Oh, great. Just great. We’ve got ourselves a tsundere pony over here, ponies! my brain says. Yeah, good job, brain. “Well, we’ve got to go to see Princess Celestia,” I say, and marvel how easy it is to refer to Lauren Faust as Princess Celestia. Shouldn’t she be called Lauren Faust? Never mind, we’ve got to go there to see Princess Celestia and find out what happened to my friends, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash! Wow, I’m still thinking of them as my friends, but they’re not! Yeah, i-it’s not like I k-know them or any-anything, haha! …I’m lying to myself. I’m scared. Scared that I’ll lose myself; scared that my mind won’t survive in this body. Needless to say, I’ll try not to lose myself. Forget about that, though; time to get going! “WHYYYYY?!” Oh yeah, I have to bring Ruby too. *A few minutes later* Ruby’s calmed down, and she’s about to explain to me why she looks like what she does. I mean, I didn’t really expect her to look like that, but still. Oh, and she can walk alright now (by alright, I mean as well as when I was at home). “Okay, then. You know how I freaked out? That was because I changed into an OC I made for a roleplay. Her name is Saw Blade. What I don’t get is how I changed into a pony that I made.” She looks at me. “Can you explain how that happened?” I think for a few seconds. “Well, have you ever heard of the multiverse theory?” “Yes, but what does that have to do with this?” she asks. “Well, basically, if there are infinite universes, there are ones where original characters exist in, and ones where every original character exists in. This Equestria, one of the main ones, is most likely one the latter ones.” She frowns. “So, basically, my OC existed in that universe?” I nod. “Yeah. Anyway, we should get your baggage and get going.” Then, I look at her. “You did bring baggage, right?” “Yeah,” she nods. Then, she looks at me. “Is it okay if I can call you Twilight?” “You already were before,” I deadpan. “But yes… if I can call you Saw.” She nods, almost a bit too quickly. “Yes, yes, that’s alright!” Okay, so I can call her Saw now? That’ll be a little less confusing than if I call her Ruby, considering what she looks like now. Oh, did I forget to tell you about the people walking by? Because they aren’t that important, really; they’ve just glanced at us and walked away- “OH MY CELESTIA IT’S TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” -so far. Dear Celestia, don’t you know to not tempt fate, Twili-Isaac? I think sarcastically to myself as a group of bronies run towards me happily. “Yes, I’m Twilight Sparkle, I know, it’s not that big a deal.” And holy horseapples what the hay did I just say? It’s not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL?! Less than a bucking DAY ago I was bucking SCARED about it, and I’m saying it’s not a big deal?! …I’m going crazy, aren’t I? “Hey, don’t you people forget about me!” shouts Ruby- I mean, Saw. I’m gonna have to get used to that, calling her that. But they ignore her and crowd around me, asking all sorts of questions. “Do you have feelings for other fillies?” “What does it feel like, doing magic?” “CAN I HAVE YOUR BABIES?!” …Note to self, some people get creepy when confronting main characters of shows that have become real. But the magic question? I don’t know why, but I feel like I can do magic… even though I honestly don’t know how to. I’ve got to check that out later, out- Woah, some people are getting awfully close to me. I should ask them to le- And now they’re grabbing at me! I have a feeling that they don’t just want to touch me or pet me! “Get away!” I shout. But none of them do. I need to get away from these guys I think. Suddenly, a feeling of power surges through me, and into my horn. “I said… Get… AWAY!” As the last word is said, like if a tidal wave knocked over buildings, suddenly a purple wave of power goes out and throws all of the grabbers to the ground, while leaving everyone else up. Some of them start bleeding. I stare at them in shock. Did… did I do that? As I look at them, I feel like I’ve broken my heart. I did that! I, I nearly killed them, and I couldn’t stop myself! I look around, and everypony else is staring at me in shock. I try to look for somewhere to gallop off to, but I see that I can’t get anywhere. I simply collapse onto the ground, and begin crying. “I… I’m a m-monster… I’m a monster…” “No, you’re not, Twilight,” a male voice says. I look up at the source of the voice. It’s a guy with blonde hair, and green eyes. He’s wearing a backwards baseball cap and a shirt with me- MY CURRENT BODY on it, and black shorts. “They are.” He points at the guys who were grabbing at me. “B-but I nearly k-k-killed them!” I sniff. “I am the monster!” “If you didn’t, they would’ve done unspeakable things to you. Needless to say, you’re not a monster,” he says, smiling at me. Then, he blinks, and laughs, saying “Your hair’s messed up a bit, by the way. It looks like the hair that Future Twilight had in ‘It’s About Time’.” “L-leave it like it is, please,” I say while blinking tears out of my eyes, and chuckle a little, his attempt to take my mind off of what I’ve done working. “S-so, do you know wh-where Princess Celestia is?” “I’ve heard she took an abandoned shoe factory and is filling it with furniture. You can probably feel where it is using your sole,” he says, smirking. I laugh at the pun he made. It’s not the best of puns, but it’s enough to get my mind off of what I did. “Okay, thanks! See you!” I say, standing up. Leaving the crowd, I hear some clopping on the floor behind me. Not that kind of clopping, you dirty person, clopping as in hooves hitting the floor! I look behind me, and Saw’s following me. Oh, and she has her bag now. It’s a green bag with a skull in front of a rose on it; nothing too odd. “I think I know the place that the guy you were talking to was talking about,” she says. I smile. “Let’s get going, then!” I say, and trot off. *A few minutes later* Okay, so turns out that trying to hitchhike as a pony isn’t the best of ideas. Well, I may be exaggerating a bit, considering we actually got a car to take us in the end, but most of the time they ignored us, didn’t notice us, or cussed at us. But in the end, we got a ride! What could go wrong now? *Elsewhere* John de Lancie scowled. Finally, I get my first day off in ages, and then a character which I play appears out of nowhere and recruits me for its cause! That had been three days ago, of course. Now, he stood facing the beast, his mind in a state of disgust. “So, what should we do now?” he asked the figure wreathed in shadow sitting in a chair. “Have you ever heard of the Egyptian sect of Pony worship?” Before Lancie could answer, the creature with his voice continued. “No, I’m guessing? Well, of course you wouldn’t! I eliminated them before they could grow that far. I didn’t KILL them, of course, simply… erased the thoughts from their minds. But before they all had their memories taken, one of them made a prophecy. A prophecy that said ‘the beast will be stopped on the dawn of the last day of the second week, by the 6 plus one and more.’ Rather rude of them, calling me a beast, though, right John?” Swivelling its chair around, its sharp toothy smile and yellow, crazed eyes visible in the shadow, the creature snapped its fingers. “But now, I have all the time in the world to devise a plan to stop the Elements of Harmony. Look at that calendar over there in the corner, John.” Turning around to where the abomination pointed its finger, John blinked. The calendar’s days were now nearly invisible from where he was. Moving closer, he looked upon it, and blinked. There were now 365 days in a week – the days of the month had been changed to those of a year. The smile of the creature glinted, and he laughed. “Now, they won’t defeat me for two years. Two years, in which I can devise a plan to defeat them first!” As the beast leaned back and laughed, lightning flashed. In those short windows of time of the thunder, the creature that was seen could only be described as an unholy conglomeration of beasts. Discord. “But for now, I have to go. I want to give Twilight a small scare.” And lightning flashed once more, this one bright enough for Lancie to have to cover his eyes. When he removed his hand from in front of his eyes, the personification of Chaos was gone.
Chapter 1So, you wanna hear a story, huh? One about heroes, harmony, and the world being saved? Well, have I got a story for you! It all started back in the ancient year of two thousand and twelve. Recently, in the peaceful world of Equestria, there was an ancient evil that had resurfaced. Its name was Discord. Now, I would tell you about how he was defeated by the Elements of Harmony, and his subsequent sealing back into the ancient statue that he had – but I already told you that. In fact, I told you that story so I could tell you this one! As Princess Celestia, the wise ruler of the land, watched over it, one day she noticed something. One of her little ponies had disappeared. This pony’s name was Rainbow Dash. And so, Celestia had her faithful royal guard trace the magical signature of Dash, and find her. Except she had disappeared. Or was it Celestia who disappeared and Dash who tried to find her? I can never get that right. So anyway, after whoever went didn’t come back, the other Elements of Harmony had decided to cast a spell and follow her there. However, it was all a ruse! Discord had sent the first pony to make sure the Elements would follow them to their, as he had already escaped. He had also split Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic’s, soul in half, depositing one half into a young man, and another into another, a few days later. This is the story of that first young man… So, where should I begin? Huh, maybe the start of my story should be a good idea. Yeah, it should, My name is – or, heh, I guess I could say was – Isaac. I was an ordinary (if rather first-person-shooter- and internet-obsessed, as well as silly) boy, going to an ordinary school, with ordinary parents, an ordinary little bro, and an ordinary little puppy. I loved that puppy. His name was Casper. But it didn’t stay that way for long. One day, I saw an announcement on Equestria Daily that instantly grabbed my attention. It was about Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria from my favourite series, ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’. It had a picture of what I thought at the time was a hyper-realistic vector of her, but as soon as I opened the article, I was proven wrong. It wasn’t a vector. It was the real thing. My mouth opened incredibly wide. I was gobsmacked. ‘But- I- how-’ were the first things to go through my mind. Closing my mouth, I shook my head. This was clearly just some elaborate prank. But then, I zoomed down. My fears were confirmed as I clicked on and viewed the attached Youtube video – this was no prank. I put my earphones on and prepared for the video. But what was said… stunned me. Basically, it was Princess Celestia and Princess Luna standing in front of podiums. Except, as I was about to find out, they weren’t exactly Princess Celestia or Luna. They were about to reveal a rather large announcement. And they did. I can’t exactly recall it myself, though, but I remember this is an approximation of what was said. First off, Celestia stepped up to the podium. She said: “I know you probably do not believe me, but I am Lauren Faust…” Then, pointing at Luna, she said “…And this is Tara Strong. And I have something to say.” With this, she stared at the camera. The stare was rather unnerving; it was like she was looking right at me. I shook it off, though. It couldn’t be, right? “If any of you find yourself to be Elements of Harmony, then you must come to New York. I need you there for a reason.” ’Hah, an Element of Harmony? I pity da fools,’ I smirked, thinking as I fell asleep, in my bed. As it turned out, Irony is a fickle bitch... And Then I was Twilight Sparkle Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fanfiction of the popular Television series, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. All credit for the show goes to the writer, Lauren Faust, the Hub channel, and Hasbro. ’Ugh… why do I have to always wake up so early? These are my thoughts as my mind stirs from its rest, preparing to go into my room. It’s a rather small room, all things considered; it only has enough room for a few square metres of carpet, a medium bed with a black blanket, and a small brownish study desk with a chair next to it. ’Seriously, though, it’s rather tiring. Why can’t I-’ My thoughts stop for a moment. Why are the blankets on top of me too heavy to lift in one push? I normally push them down and off of my bed. Oh, wait. Actually, that happens a lot. So yeah. “Ugh, dammi-” Wait. My voice. Something’s wrong with my voice! It sounds more like a girl’s voice than my own! What the hay happened last night? Yeah, I think in bronyspeak. Ya got somethin’ wrong with that? Take it up with me, I dare you. Nah, just kidding. I don’t really care if you care about that. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, getting out of bed. So anyway, I groan. My voice is still weird. Once more, I push up my sheets, and this time it succeeds, my uncovered body now facing my cupboard; a sliding door cream-coloured one.. I sigh, pushing myself off of my bed and sitting down on the floor. Putting my fingers into fists I ru- Wait. I sent a signal to my fingers… but they’re not moving. What the hay is happening today? I try again. “Stupid damn fing-“ I stop, again. Okay, that definitely was not my voice. What is happening today? First, my voice is weird; second, I can’t move my fingers, and third… well, I can’t actually think of any third reason. Eh, I suppose I can turn my lamp on. It’s a rather old lamp; it has a lightbulb on it and is in a china vase. It’s got one of those little things that stick out of a side that you push to make go out the other side. Like a switch but different. I hoist myself back up onto my wooden bed, somehow not using my fingers (and for some reason, it seems to be higher than before), and go over to the other side. My hand reaches down into the crevice between my window and bed – it was put there for the sole purpose of reaching for the power point, but I occasionally threw other things down there – and- crap. I can’t reach the button for some reason. Straining, I push my hand down the crevice, and turn on my lamp, the light flickering a few times before finally turning on. The white plug remains stable in the Powerpoint. But what I see in the crevice… It’s not any kind of arm I’ve seen before. Or any colour of skin, for that matter. And, closely examining my arm, I pull it up. I bring my other hand up in front of my face. Or should I say, my other hoof. “Son of a bitch,” I whisper. I think I know what happened last night. I remember watching that video. And I think I need to go to New York, because, well, it seems I’ve turned into Twilight Sparkle. But first, I need to check if this is real. Which it obviously can’t be! I mean, seriously, how could something like this happen to me? I’m just a fat, blondish Australian kid who likes eating and playing video games, as well as awesomeness and giant robots! There’s nothing at all notable about me! Nothing at all notable! Okay, time to smack myself in the head. “3… 2… 1…” I say, and prepare to wake up… OW! That hurt like… a bitch… “Oh no, this is real!” I scream softly (bit of an oxymoron, sure, but you know what I mean). “No, no, no, no, no! It can’t be real! It can’t be…” I curl myself up into a little ball, the bed crumpling up a little from the pressure that I put upon it, and rock in it. “Can’t be real… Can’t be real… Can’t be real…” I shake myself out of my stupor, and uncurl, still shaking. “Don’t worry, Isaac, you can do this… you can do this…” I push myself off of my bed, and try to stand up- “Ow.” That was the sound of me falling on the ground because I don’t know how to walk on four hooves. I sigh, the sound of it being muffled by my grey carpet. I have a feeling that today is going to be a long day…
Chapter 2*Day 2* So, time to get to walking. Yeah, this isn’t gonna be easy. I mean, I turned into a damn pony, and I have to go to New York to avert a potential crisis involving Discord and the Elements of Harmony. I can still remember that fateful broadcast… *Day 1* As I was surfing Google Chrome on my computer – I’m not exactly sure of its model – I opened up a new tab. As I typed in the URL to the Equestria Daily home page, I smiled. “I can’t wait to see any updates to Season 3!” I said excitedly. As it loaded, with the uncharacteristically slow internet that was currently happening (there was a phone line that went down that day), I looked around the room, like I usually tend to do while I’m waiting for something. The study is a small room, around the same size as my bedroom. It has a varnished desk, with several cupboards containing books and others containing files. Looking back to my screen, I saw it had loaded. Then, scrolling down, I saw a title saying ‘Lauren Faust calls press conference, reveals a secret’. Hmm, what’s that mean? Looks interesting, though, I thought to myself. Opening the blog, I looked down. There was a video. Ignoring the text, I opened the video, and put it on full screen. Needless to say, the next few minutes were… revealing. As the video finished, my mouth opened and closed. I was freaked out (Yeah, nice going, Captain Obvious). How… wha… this can’t be possible! Yet somehow, it was possible. After all, it happened. “But… Princess Celestia… Lauren Faust… Oh, crap.” I muttered to myself. Couldn’t let my parents find out about this. Although, in hindsight, that was an incredibly stupid thought. Of COURSE my parents would find out about this; it’s gonna be mainstream news! They found out later that day, anyway. But the thing is? When I saw the video, and Princess Celestia, or Lauren, I guess I could say, said the sentence about the Elements of Harmony, it seemed like she was looking straight at me. At the time, I shook it off. It couldn’t be, right? *Day 2* But, I suppose that wasn’t what would happen, was it? The day before, I think it’s just a coincidence, but the next day, it turns out I AM an Element of Harmony. Heh, that’s irony for you. So, where was I, once more? Ah, yes, walking. I put the bottom of my front hooves on the carpet. They seem to be stable, so I move my back left hoof – I never thought I’d call anything on myself hooves – and put the bottom of it on the ground. Hesitantly, I bring my other back hoof, and put the bottom of that hoof on the ground. I push myself up… …and I can stand! Yessssss… finally! At least it’s gotten my brain off of how I’ve become- No, don’t think about that, Isaac. Think about walking. “Y-yeah, time to, time to start walking,” I say nervously. Honestly, though? I’m scared. I’m scared about what’s going to happen to me, what I’m going to have to do, and how the public’ll react. But most of all, I’m scared for my friends. Applejack, Rainbow, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie- Wait, them? I don’t even know them! Ha ha ha… yeah, I- I don’t know them, they’re just fictional characters, right? Except they’re not, my brain reminds me. Great. Thank you so much for reminding me of that, brain. I’m so happy that you did that. Anyway, back onto the track of walking. I tentatively put my forward right hoof in front of the other one. Then I put my back left leg in front of my back right leg. I’m feeling a bit shaky… Honestly, my hooves aren’t feeling all that good. Then I look at the door in front of me. It’s slightly open, and I need to open it fully. I reach out with one of my hooves, and… “Oof.” That was the sound of a 3 foot tall Pony falling on he- HIS face, because it’s not exactly that easy to balance with three hooves and one tail. I reached the gap in the door, though, so that’s a plus. Opening the door, I look into the kitchen. It’s rather aesthetically pleasing from my point of view: the slightly reflective white bench with flecks of brown and possibly green; the near perfectly white drawers, the silver oven, the dishwasher, the fridge, the clock… …and speaking of the clock, it’s only 12:04? Woah, didn’t expect it to be THAT early, especially considering my parents and little bro are asleep right now. So, anyway, I attempt the same awkward standing technique as before. Because I’m sure you don’t wanna go through that whole description again, it turns out to be a little easier than last time. I put my hoof forward, trying not to think about the whole ‘hoof’ thing. It hits the floor, the sound reverberating off of the cream-coloured tiles, and sounding around the house. I flinch at the noise. It just sounds… wrong. It’s like, you know, the feeling of when you scrape your fingernails across a blackboard, or scratchy surface? It sounds like that feels. Not the most eloquent metaphor, I am aware, especially from the mare who is supposed to be one of the most intelligent of the land of Equestria- Wait, when did I start thinking of myself as that? It’s like I’m starting to think like Twilight. Probably due to the alternately wired brain of an equine sorcerer such as Twilight. I mean, it doesn’t matter if your soul (and now that this evidence has come out, I am quite certain souls exist) is switched with someone else’s and you still think the same right then, eventually, your thought patterns will change with the different neural pathways activated, and, of course, the body’s stored memories. ... I’m starting to get the feeling that I should tone down the scatter-brained-ness just a little. Anyway, after that little tirade in my head, I move my back left hoof. I actually feel a little bit more stable, now… heh, ‘stable’. Anyway, my front left hoof moves, and back right hoof moves. Soon enough, I can walk around for 10 seconds without having to stop or falling on the floor. Don’t be too hasty, that’s an improvement. But that doesn’t matter! I need to get to my friends; Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Rarity! And I also need to stop thinking in verbal exclamation marks! How the hay am I even doing that! I don’t know, and I don’t really care! Probably because it’s awesome, actually! Okay, Twil- ISAAC, calm down a little, my brain says – or rather, I think. I sigh. I guess I should calm down. But wait, how am I supposed to get to New York? I walk up to my door. It’s enormous; it’s like seeing a giant gate. I think I finally know what other animals feel like when they see human construction. There’s a reason humans were termed as mega-fauna, after all. But wait, how am I supposed to leave without my parents knowing? I, I can’t just leave them, you know! I need to let them know I’m going! I just want to see them one more time, before I leave… Walking back into my dining room, I gulp. What will my parents do when they see me like this? I have no idea. I just hope they don’t overreact. Also, Casper, my dog, has been really quiet today. I muse a bit on this as I pause again, to reduce the wobbling. Normally, he barks quite a bit when he hears a noise, but for some reason, right now he’s incredibly quiet. I pause outside of my room, then walk into it. Jumping up onto my bed, I look at my fluffy teddies. I should take two of them; only two of them are more precious to me than Smarty Pants was. Wait, I’m doing it again. Dammit, stupid differently wired brain. I push my legs up, and jump up onto my bed. I pick up my cute little velociraptor teddy, Veloci, and my bunny teddy, Bun-Bun (Yeah, I know, real original namer right here). Bun-Bun is a blue bunny who has magenta eyes (rather coincidental, considering Rainbow Dash is fast like a bunny rabbit and has magenta eyes and is cyan), and Veloci is a cream raptor with orange feathers and a black head. He also has yellow eyes. I walk to Daddy’s room, but on the way, I look at Casper. Right now, he’s sitting on his mat. It’s a cute little one that has a paw on it, and he’s a cream-coloured, fluffy Cavoodle (A.K.A King Charles Cavalier Spaniel Poodle). His middle names are Muppy Sprocket. He looks at me, wagging his tail. Okay, nice to know he doesn’t think I’m a threat. I clear my throat, and pat him. It feels kind of surreal, patting a dog with a hoof; I mean, you feel his fur, but you also don’t at the same time. “Good boy,” I say, and wince. The voice coming out of my mouth isn’t my voice. It is the voice of Twilight Sparkle. Amazing studier, hard worker, and all around friend-maker. I’m none of those things, no matter how much my brain tried to trick me that I’m Twilight. Actually, here’s an analogy: I tend to do research on things which I don’t need to do it on, I don’t really have friends, and I don’t work hard. But I used to be those things. In fact, I used to be almost exactly like Twilight Sparkle. But I’m not. Not anymore. I open my parents’ door, and clear my throat. Then, I stand up on my hind legs, and flip the light on. Easing myself down off of the wall, I stand up on my still-shaky hooves; all four of them. My Daddy, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a… slightly receding hairline, leans the top half of his body forward, and asks “Who is it?” as my Mummy, a middle-aged woman with brown or dyed curly hair and brown eyes, starts blinking and waking up. “Ahem,” I say, and prepare for the worst. And when my parents snap up and stare at me, I know that something bad is coming. The reactions are startling. They immediately jump up out of the bed, and put their hands up, as if ready to fight. “Who are you?!” shouts Mummy, and my heart shatters a little. “It’s me, Mummy; Isaac!” I say, my face falling. Of COURSE she wouldn’t know it was me right away; that sort of thing only happens in shows. Her face immediately falls into a suspicious face. “Isaac? Is that really you…?” Mummy asks. Then, she shakes her head. “No, my son isn’t a purple pony! Unless you prove it-” “Yes. I can remember the number plate of our car and your phone number if you want. Here they are.” I say the numbers so fast, and with such precision, that Mummy blinks, and smiles, putting her hands down. Daddy does as well. “It really is you! Wait a second… are you a girl now?” She looks at me in disbelief. I sigh, roll my eyes, and put a deadpan expression on my face. “Yes. Yes, I am. I try not to think about it, so please don’t remind me of it.” “But wait, honey, how’re we going to get him to New York?” Daddy asks. Mummy looks at him questioningly. “He’s turned into the main character of the show that he likes! Twilight Sparkle, that’s her name, I think. She’s an Element of Harmony.” Mummy looks around, then sighs. “Alright. I suppose we can have him flown there in a plane.” “Oh, but he’ll have to go to bed again. Goodnight.” Mummy goes over to turn the light off. I gulp as I hobble back to my room. I’ve never been on a plane before. But it’ll be perfectly fine… …Right?
Chapter 3*Day 2* I look back at my family, in the clear wall to the airport, and gulp. It isn’t easy, leaving them alone, with me unable to get back. At least I have my little friends, Bun Bun and Veloci… Rather early time to go on an aeroplane, though; although I suppose that going at 2:00 would be the only way to get there during the daytime. But it’s going to be hard, leaving my parents and my little brother… maybe forever. I certainly have no idea when I’ll get back. And the stares I’m getting from some people are not all that encouraging. Gulping, I hold up my hoof, and wave at my family before leaving the building, and preparing to go onto the aircraft. But when I turn to the plane, my mouth falls open in shock. “Wow…” You know, it’s at times like this when I’m reminded why humans are classified as ‘megafauna’. You know how some people say that planes are small? Those people are idiots. Planes are ENORMOUS. If you’ve ever seen one up close as a pony, that point would be even more obvious. As I walked up to the stairs (I had to learn to walk at my home. I don’t really think you guys would appreciate me describing everything in perfect detail, so I skipped it. It took several hours, though), I looked up at the top. It seemed so high, that it would be like a skyscraper. Gulping, I stepped onto the bottom step with one of my hooves. Then, I pulled my hoof off of it forcefully. I don’t think I can go up such a large amount of stairs. I mean, “Uh, could someone help me?” I ask. “Please?” A few seconds pass, and nothing happens. I knew no-one would- Wait, someone’s picking me up. They carry me up the stairs, and I look up at them. Who would be doing that? It’s a girl with reddish black hair; around seventeen or eighteen, I would wager, and American from her appearance. She’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a picture of Pinkie Pie on it breaking the fourth wall, and short black shorts. I smile at her. “Thanks, miss,” I say. When I say that, her face lights up, like she was just made a Duke by Benjamin Franklin, or someone told her that she was now a millionaire. She blushes, and looks away. “No problem,” she says. “Anything for Twilight Sparkle.” She smiles awkwardly. I smile awkwardly in return. “So. Uh. I’ll just go, I guess…” I say, still smiling awkwardly. That was rather awkward. I see I’m resulting to redundancies to calm myself down here, I snark mentally. Then, I take out of my small backpack where my parents stuffed everything in the ticket which they put in there. Well, not exactly ‘took out’, more like ‘took the bag off of my back, looked through it, shook the bag so it fell out, making sure not to let anything else fall out, and picking it up’. I check my seat. Oh, seems I’m sitting in row 21, seat A. I trot towards the servicemaid. She stares at me for a second, then shakes her head. “Uh… your ticket please, ma’am…?” she says. I hold it out, and smile. “Here it is,” I hand it to her to let her see, smiling with my eyes closed, and she inspects it for a second. Handing it back, she simply points towards the front. I turn towards the front and make sure to put my ticket back in my backpack, and then walk forwards, ignoring the multiple stares, freakouts, and squees aimed towards me – trust me, it’s not easy – and stop at the row I’m in. Turning towards the left, I move forward, and say “’Scuse me,” looking at the legs of the person in front of me. The legs stiffen, and then pull back. “Thanks,” I say, then move towards my seat. Then, I pull myself onto my seat with my legs. Turning around, I sit in what has been coined by Ponyville as the ‘Lyra Position’, th- I MEAN, how a human would normally sit. It’s quite comfortable, actually, as unlikely it seems it would be for a pony. Then, I look at the person sitting next to me- What. The. BUCK. The person sitting next to me… is the exact same bucking girl who carried me up the stairs! Now I can see why they stiffened. What a coincidence! “A tad of a contrived coincidence, though, if you ask me,” I mutter to myself. The girl looks at me. “Huh? You- you mean, me sitting next to you?” After that, she lets out a squee. “Oh, great,” I mutter. I can see that everything is going to be fine on this plane trip… *A few minutes later* “…And Boast Busters, oh, just watching you pick up that giant bear was AWESOME!” Aaaaand, she hasn’t shut up yet. Great. Just great. It’s like what would happen if Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash fused, and met the Wonderbolts… or maybe just Rainbow Dash after meeting them. I mean, I remember the day after she won the Best Young Fliers Competition, and she kept going on about- Wait a second, that wasn’t on an episode! How do I remember it, then? Oh yeah, that’s right. I’ve been turned into Twilight Sparkle. Just great. It figures that I get residual memories from outside of the show. Anyway, I sigh. “You do realise that that wasn’t me, right?” I hear myself say, before I can stop myself. I hurriedly add on to the end “Well, technically it was me, but the fact is, you do know that I’m not actually the real Twilight Sparkle, right?” She looks at me and shakes her head. “No, you are the real Twilight Sparkle! I can tell. I just, you know, feel it in my soul.” I groan. Coooornyyyyy. But never mind that. I need to explain to her why I’m not Twilight Sparkle. I breathe in, and begin: “Look, before all this started, I was an ordinary boy. You hear that? I used to be a male boy. But now? Now I don’t know WHAT I am; and that’s not even going into the ‘who’ factor! I mean, this is nearly impossible! On a scale of 0 to 1000, I would say it rates at about zero point zero one plus ten to the power of negative 500! And I’m not even going to mention the changing of chromosomes, most especially the gender chromosomes, and how that should have incurred a negative effect on my body!” I finish my rant, breathing slightly harder than when I began. Then the girl looks at me, and says “I believe you.” At this, I can feel the slightest glimmer of hope. But then, my hopes are shattered when she says “But I still believe you’re the true Twilight Sparkle.” Hanging my head down in slight depression, I groan. “Nothing’s going to change your mind, will it?” “No.” Thought so. *A few hours later* We’ve nearly got to New York, but on the way, I’ve learnt more about the girl, and told her more about myself as well. I told her my name, how old I was (and that certainly surprised her a bit, heh), and what I liked. Then, she told me her name and a bit about her. Her name was Ruby Rosa, and she was 17. She liked reading, music, video games, and ponies. The last one was honestly quite obvious, though. The entire reason I talked to her, though, was that I had nothing else to do. Honestly, she was interesting, but the things she liked were slightly different than what I liked. But anyway, it’s almost 6:00 in Australia, and we’re nearly there. Oh, and apparently she was from America, went to Australia for a trip, and is now going back to see Princess Celestia (which I understand, considering I myself need to go see her). “So, anyway, what was it like, waking up as Twilight Sparkle?” she had asked on the way. I had responded with “I don’t want to talk about it.” Because, you know, would you want to talk about turning into something of another species and gender? Because I certainly wouldn’t. But anyway, right now the plane is finishing docking procedures. I s’pose I should go. It’s not going to be easy, though, when people see that I’m a pony. Some humans really want to just… hate us, while others love us. Wait, why did I refer to humans in my sentence as ‘humans’? Eh, I’m pretty sure that just comes with the territory of being a pony. Personally, I hope when this is all over, I can be myself again, and go home to live with my family. Part of me, though, has a feeling that that isn’t going to happen. Anyway, I stand up, and show the woman at the front my ticket. She points to the dock, which is considerably easier to walk up than stairs, and I smile, and walk into it. While halfway, I hear the sound of something hitting the floor of the plane. Running back through the clean white dock, I stop, to see that Ruby has fallen down on the floor and is asleep! “Horseapples,” I swear, and roll her over onto her back. She looks like she’s breathing, but you can never be too sure. But then, her face morphs… into a snout? I’m not kidding. Her face. Just morphed. Into a snout. That’s… that’s impossible! It violates the law of conservation of mass! The atoms that she lost must have gone somewhere! And now her hands are changing, and her clothes are melting into her skin, which is being replaced by yellow fur (or rather, grown over by the fur)! As I watch in horror, her hands turn into the familiar keratin hooves which I’ve seen on myself for the last few hours, and finally, a tail sprouts from her behind, with a cutie mark of a saw next to it. Her tail and hair then turn black, and she shrinks down to my size. And it’s over. It all happened so fast! It was like, one minute she was completely human, then the next, there was no trace of her past self! That’s rather fascinating, actually… humans take approximately one minute to transform into ponies. I shake my head. Now isn’t the time for scientific examinations; now is the time to help her! As I think that, her head tosses around a little, and she groans. Her eyes open slightly. “…Twilight Sparkle…?” Then, she blinks, groaning a little more, and tries pulling herself up. I push her down gently, and she blinks. “Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be okay,” I say, attempting to be soothing. “What? What’s wrong?! What happened to me?!” She looks down at herself. “Why do I look different? …Dear Celestia, I’m a pony!” She faints. …Well, horseapples.
Chapter 4*Day 2* Holy wow, that’s amazing! Wait, let me just tell you what is amazing first. We’ve finally got out of the tube after I taught Ruby to walk slightly better (read: teach her how to drag herself along the ground with her hooves), and the airport is incredibly… it’s indescribable. I mean, I KNEW Americans, like Australians, built big, but the size, the sheer SIZE of this… “Why? Why?!” Ruby screams, looking at her hooves and interrupting my thoughts. Oh, great. I mean, really, she whines almost as much as RARITY does. But anyway, I look at her with my face in a deadpan look. “What I said back when you first woke up was true. Everything is going to be fine.” I snark back at her. “But I can’t just turn into a pony and expect everything to be fine!” she whines again. “And besides, I’m only an Earth Pony, not a Unicorn like you, or even a Pegasus pony! Oh, I hate this!” Yes, I kind of got that from, oh, you know, all the whining you’ve done so far. In case you didn’t know. Then, she glares at me. “You know what? I have a feeling that you being with me is the entire reason that this happened.” Then, she blushes. “But, well, I don’t hate you or anything…” Oh, great. Just great. We’ve got ourselves a tsundere pony over here, ponies! my brain says. Yeah, good job, brain. “Well, we’ve got to go to see Princess Celestia,” I say, and marvel how easy it is to refer to Lauren Faust as Princess Celestia. Shouldn’t she be called Lauren Faust? Never mind, we’ve got to go there to see Princess Celestia and find out what happened to my friends, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash! Wow, I’m still thinking of them as my friends, but they’re not! Yeah, i-it’s not like I k-know them or any-anything, haha! …I’m lying to myself. I’m scared. Scared that I’ll lose myself; scared that my mind won’t survive in this body. Needless to say, I’ll try not to lose myself. Forget about that, though; time to get going! “WHYYYYY?!” Oh yeah, I have to bring Ruby too. *A few minutes later* Ruby’s calmed down, and she’s about to explain to me why she looks like what she does. I mean, I didn’t really expect her to look like that, but still. Oh, and she can walk alright now (by alright, I mean as well as when I was at home). “Okay, then. You know how I freaked out? That was because I changed into an OC I made for a roleplay. Her name is Saw Blade. What I don’t get is how I changed into a pony that I made.” She looks at me. “Can you explain how that happened?” I think for a few seconds. “Well, have you ever heard of the multiverse theory?” “Yes, but what does that have to do with this?” she asks. “Well, basically, if there are infinite universes, there are ones where original characters exist in, and ones where every original character exists in. This Equestria, one of the main ones, is most likely one the latter ones.” She frowns. “So, basically, my OC existed in that universe?” I nod. “Yeah. Anyway, we should get your baggage and get going.” Then, I look at her. “You did bring baggage, right?” “Yeah,” she nods. Then, she looks at me. “Is it okay if I can call you Twilight?” “You already were before,” I deadpan. “But yes… if I can call you Saw.” She nods, almost a bit too quickly. “Yes, yes, that’s alright!” Okay, so I can call her Saw now? That’ll be a little less confusing than if I call her Ruby, considering what she looks like now. Oh, did I forget to tell you about the people walking by? Because they aren’t that important, really; they’ve just glanced at us and walked away- “OH MY CELESTIA IT’S TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” -so far. Dear Celestia, don’t you know to not tempt fate, Twili-Isaac? I think sarcastically to myself as a group of bronies run towards me happily. “Yes, I’m Twilight Sparkle, I know, it’s not that big a deal.” And holy horseapples what the hay did I just say? It’s not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL?! Less than a bucking DAY ago I was bucking SCARED about it, and I’m saying it’s not a big deal?! …I’m going crazy, aren’t I? “Hey, don’t you people forget about me!” shouts Ruby- I mean, Saw. I’m gonna have to get used to that, calling her that. But they ignore her and crowd around me, asking all sorts of questions. “Do you have feelings for other fillies?” “What does it feel like, doing magic?” “CAN I HAVE YOUR BABIES?!” …Note to self, some people get creepy when confronting main characters of shows that have become real. But the magic question? I don’t know why, but I feel like I can do magic… even though I honestly don’t know how to. I’ve got to check that out later, out- Woah, some people are getting awfully close to me. I should ask them to le- And now they’re grabbing at me! I have a feeling that they don’t just want to touch me or pet me! “Get away!” I shout. But none of them do. I need to get away from these guys I think. Suddenly, a feeling of power surges through me, and into my horn. “I said… Get… AWAY!” As the last word is said, like if a tidal wave knocked over buildings, suddenly a purple wave of power goes out and throws all of the grabbers to the ground, while leaving everyone else up. Some of them start bleeding. I stare at them in shock. Did… did I do that? As I look at them, I feel like I’ve broken my heart. I did that! I, I nearly killed them, and I couldn’t stop myself! I look around, and everypony else is staring at me in shock. I try to look for somewhere to gallop off to, but I see that I can’t get anywhere. I simply collapse onto the ground, and begin crying. “I… I’m a m-monster… I’m a monster…” “No, you’re not, Twilight,” a male voice says. I look up at the source of the voice. It’s a guy with blonde hair, and green eyes. He’s wearing a backwards baseball cap and a shirt with me- MY CURRENT BODY on it, and black shorts. “They are.” He points at the guys who were grabbing at me. “B-but I nearly k-k-killed them!” I sniff. “I am the monster!” “If you didn’t, they would’ve done unspeakable things to you. Needless to say, you’re not a monster,” he says, smiling at me. Then, he blinks, and laughs, saying “Your hair’s messed up a bit, by the way. It looks like the hair that Future Twilight had in ‘It’s About Time’.” “L-leave it like it is, please,” I say while blinking tears out of my eyes, and chuckle a little, his attempt to take my mind off of what I’ve done working. “S-so, do you know wh-where Princess Celestia is?” “I’ve heard she took an abandoned shoe factory and is filling it with furniture. You can probably feel where it is using your sole,” he says, smirking. I laugh at the pun he made. It’s not the best of puns, but it’s enough to get my mind off of what I did. “Okay, thanks! See you!” I say, standing up. Leaving the crowd, I hear some clopping on the floor behind me. Not that kind of clopping, you dirty person, clopping as in hooves hitting the floor! I look behind me, and Saw’s following me. Oh, and she has her bag now. It’s a green bag with a skull in front of a rose on it; nothing too odd. “I think I know the place that the guy you were talking to was talking about,” she says. I smile. “Let’s get going, then!” I say, and trot off. *A few minutes later* Okay, so turns out that trying to hitchhike as a pony isn’t the best of ideas. Well, I may be exaggerating a bit, considering we actually got a car to take us in the end, but most of the time they ignored us, didn’t notice us, or cussed at us. But in the end, we got a ride! What could go wrong now? *Elsewhere* John de Lancie scowled. Finally, I get my first day off in ages, and then a character which I play appears out of nowhere and recruits me for its cause! That had been three days ago, of course. Now, he stood facing the beast, his mind in a state of disgust. “So, what should we do now?” he asked the figure wreathed in shadow sitting in a chair. “Have you ever heard of the Egyptian sect of Pony worship?” Before Lancie could answer, the creature with his voice continued. “No, I’m guessing? Well, of course you wouldn’t! I eliminated them before they could grow that far. I didn’t KILL them, of course, simply… erased the thoughts from their minds. But before they all had their memories taken, one of them made a prophecy. A prophecy that said ‘the beast will be stopped on the dawn of the last day of the second week, by the 6 plus one and more.’ Rather rude of them, calling me a beast, though, right John?” Swivelling its chair around, its sharp toothy smile and yellow, crazed eyes visible in the shadow, the creature snapped its fingers. “But now, I have all the time in the world to devise a plan to stop the Elements of Harmony. Look at that calendar over there in the corner, John.” Turning around to where the abomination pointed its finger, John blinked. The calendar’s days were now nearly invisible from where he was. Moving closer, he looked upon it, and blinked. There were now 365 days in a week – the days of the month had been changed to those of a year. The smile of the creature glinted, and he laughed. “Now, they won’t defeat me for two years. Two years, in which I can devise a plan to defeat them first!” As the beast leaned back and laughed, lightning flashed. In those short windows of time of the thunder, the creature that was seen could only be described as an unholy conglomeration of beasts. Discord. “But for now, I have to go. I want to give Twilight a small scare.” And lightning flashed once more, this one bright enough for Lancie to have to cover his eyes. When he removed his hand from in front of his eyes, the personification of Chaos was gone.
