The room seemed to go on for miles, so far that Will couldn’t tell if he was inside or outside. It seemed to be filled with rolling darkness, a grotesque sort of dark air that flowed over the ground in thin wisps of air. Everywhere but the ground was complete darkness, an abyss in each direction. The only thing that Will knew for sure was there was the chair that he sat on in the middle of it all. He adjusted his position in his seat. His leg started fidgeting nervously, as it often did, while Will looked around the light darkness for any signs of a presence.

He called out into the air, asking curiously if anyone was there, only to find he could not hear his voice. He called again, louder this time, but could only hear the echo of his voice, not the source. The thoughts in his mind raced around furiously, trying to decipher his situation and make sense of it. He tried to get up, but for some reason couldn’t force himself to. He was psychologically bound to the chair, content with simply looking around against his will. He clutched the sides of his chair as a cold breeze chilled the back of his neck.

He sat there in the silence, waiting for something, but he did not know what. He couldn’t hear much, but what he could hear was crisp and clean. The air rolling against the shadowed ground, the ticking of the second hand of his watch. Time was continuing at a steady pace, only passing through a minute or two, but he waited for what he felt was an eternity. He pulled at his shirt collar to cool himself down, despite the cold air that surrounded him. He began to blink more often than he had been, adjusting his eyes’ position with each wave of his eyelid.

He called for someone’s presence repeatedly, desperate to have some sort of interaction in the wasteland of surrealism. His teeth chattered, and he pulled his shoulders closer together to conserve warmth despite the sweat rolling off of his face. His thoughts were slowly turning from those of rational want of understanding to those of schizophrenic dementia. One part of him debated for reality, trying to understand the landscape and, more importantly, what effect it was having on him. Another part screamed for panic, rattling off paranoid scenarios and preposterous explanations. The two argued and clouded Will’s mind. He threw his hands to his head, telling them to stop, screaming for them to be quiet and lay still, but they continued on. The panicking voice was winning.

A voice rang through the darkness, silencing the voices in Will’s head. He swung his head around in all directions, looking everywhere for the source of the voice. He couldn’t make out what it had said; only that it had said something. He desperately wanted to stand up from the chair and search for it in the darkness, but he still could not bring himself to part with it. The voice was a male one, deep and reverberating, one that both annoyed and calmed Will. It had sung one note and ceased, existing now only as an echo in his head.

“Wake up!” the voice sounded again, this time resounding through its echoes so that Will could understand it. It confused him even more, he looked down at what he thought was the ground and stared blankly into it, shifting his eyes from side to side in thought. What did the voice mean, wake up? Was this a dream? If it was, how could he even wake up?

A sharp pain entered his side, causing him to grab it in reaction and cry out in pain. It was piercing, and seemingly growing with each second. Soon it agonized him so he could no longer scream. And, all of a sudden, it stopped. The pain ceased all at once and retreated back into the darkness as if it had never existed. Will began to feel a feeling in his heart, one of happiness and warmth. He smiled and relaxed, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. He let out a small laugh, one single breath, and let himself fall into a peaceful sleep.

“Will, you fucker, wake up!” Adam cried, punching Will in the side to try and stimulate the pegasus’s muscle into activating. The sound pierced his ears so horribly he had to stop screaming at Will and close his hooves over his ears in agony. “Please, just make it stop!”

“Calm down, Adam,” Zach sighed. He looked back at the other ponies in their party to see they were still watching Pinkie Pie sing. He turned his attention back to Adam, who was having a seizure on the ground next to a still unconscious Will. Zach facehoofed, something he seemed to spend most of his time doing so he had gotten pretty good at it. Adam continued squirming on the ground, his muscles twitching involuntarily and his eyes rolling back into his head. The veins in his neck protruded from his neck in a most terrifying manner. Zach sat down next to him and sighed. He was no doctor, and certainly had no idea what to do in the case of a seizure. All he could do was what he did best. Stay calm and collected, and watch with disdain. The ponies behind him were jumping around and laughing, singing and having a good time, while one friend lied in a coma and the other possibly dying at his hooves.

The moment seemed frozen in time, Zach staring at his two friends helplessly. He wondered if it was actually possible for ponies to die; he had never seen or heard of anything like it in the show. But, nonetheless, if his friends were to die who would inform their families? Their friends? Are they still there back home, or have they disappeared? Their mates must be going crazy looking for them, contacting police, searching forests and parks for what they hoped were not their bodies. Who would tell them that their friends would never return to them, that they died in an entirely different world? Zach almost couldn’t bear it. He continued to stare down at his friends’ bodies, going through each somber thought in his head one by one, thinking about their funerals, what he would say as a eulogy. He almost shed a tear when he heard Pinkie Pie sing her final loud note, and the mares behind him fell to the ground laughing.

“Well, glad that’s over!” Adam shouted with glee, jumping up from his seizure in less than a second and standing perfectly fine. He looked down at a very confused and sad Zach, who looked up at him in turn with slightly wet eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” Zach sighed, standing up. “Just thought the world had finally granted me mercy and killed you both.”

“Nonsense!” Adam shouted gleefully, smacking Zack on the back. It hurt far more than Adam intended, but Zach made no complaint. “You’re far too unlucky for that! Why, you’re almost as unlucky as the other Zack!” Zach snorted at this, then realized Will was still lying unconscious on the forest floor.

“Uh, Adam?” He said, pointing to the unconscious pegasus on the ground.

“Oh, right, right,” Adam remembered, hoisting Will onto his back once more. The black pegasus had a smile on his face for some reason. He wasn’t muttering nonsense anymore, much to Adam’s appreciation, and thankfully wasn’t a snorer either. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Zach agreed, and let Adam pass him before following the blue stallion to the mares who were now standing up and laughing. The mares hadn’t even noticed the stallions during Pinkie’s song, and didn’t seem to care what they had been doing. Whatever, who cares about them anyway? We all know what they’ve been up to. This story is about the guys. So how about we quit with this canon bullshit and get on with it!

------------------------------------------Getting on with it--------------------------------------------

The rushing waters of the river thrashed about like Adam’s mother in bed. While the rest of the group stayed away from the river’s edge, Adam peered into the surging water with curiously alert attention. After a few moments of examination, both of the river by him and of him by the other ponies, Adam stood straight up and stuck his hoof out over the water. With a gloriously lazy shift of weight he teetered over the edge and into the water below.

“Uhm…” Twilight mumbled. “Is anyone going to help him?”

“He’ll be ok.” Zach assured.

“I’m not ok!” Came a scream from the river.

“He’s ok.” Zach lied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fish him out!” Pinkie yelped, quickly bouncing down the river and out of sight. A few seconds later, a squeal that should have been masculine but most certainly didn’t sound like it echoed throughout the forest.

“We are wasting so much canon time.” Zach moaned as his hoof connected with his face.

“What’s canon?” Twilight inquired, turning her attention away from whatever Pinkie was doing to Adam. “I’ve heard you mention it several times.”

“It’s everything the creators of a show decided officially happens in the show!” Pinkie Pie yelled from down the river.

“Uh, yea. What she said.”

“Why do you keep mentioning it?” Twilight asked.

“Uh….” Zach mumbled. “I, uh…”

“Why is it important that we follow this ‘canon’? Is there something you aren’t telling us?” Twilight asked as she walked toward Zach.

“I, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zach said quickly while backing away from Twilight. He quickly ran into a tree, allowing Twilight to stand right in front of him. She stared daggers into his eyes while he panicked a bit. He smiled a small smile in the hopes that she would believe him.

“I know you’re hiding something,” Twilight stated, still staring into Zach’s eyes. “You know where you came from, don’t you?”

“I told you, I don’t remember anything!” Zach said nervously.

“Twilight, calm down,” Applejack said. “ I don’t know why you’re so worked up, but it ain’t Zach’s fault. If he don’t remember nothin’, then he can’t help that.”

Twilight stood still and silent, still staring into Zach’s nervous eyes while AJ’s words sunk in. After a few moments, she moved away from Zach and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Zach. I don’t know what got into me.”

“It’s alright,” Zach said, moving away from the tree he had been pinned to. “We’re all stressed right now.”

“Yea, yea,” Adam grunted as he and Pinkie emerged from the treeline. “Let’s all talk about our feelings.” Adam was soaking wet and bleeding from the mouth, while Pinkie bounced next to him with a fishing hat on.

“What happened to you?” Rarity asked, “You look dreadful.”

“That did.” Adam said, sticking a hoof out at Pinkie.

“ I fished him out!” Pinkie yelled with glee.

“You fished him out?” Fluttershy asked.

“Yep, it was easy! All I had to do was put a twizzler on the hook and he went right for it!”

“Since Will isn’t awake to say it, I will in his honor.” Zach stated. “Fat ass.”

“Shut up.”

Author's Note

I think I might just blow through the next part to get it over with. I have no ideas for it and I feel like it would be incredibly boring.