And Then I was Twilight Sparkle

*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.

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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?