“It could happen”
It was snowing gently. The snowflakes was of the thick and slow kind. That type of snow that crashes on the tip of your nose and explodes like a small icey claymore into several fragments of flake, though still maintaining a soft quality. This type of snow covered the ground in a thin foreboding layer. A pessimist would call it future mud-slush, an optimist would call it Christmass spirit. Whatever it would be called, brightened up the otherwise dark november night.
Two classmates crossed the a railway that pierced the particularly un-noticeable town they both lived in. Between mildly anxious looks for coming trains, one of them continued a conversation they were nursing while walking home.
“See, for any, or every possibility, there is an alternate universe...” he said, rather matter of factually. “for every outcome, an alternate universe is created, containing that one fraction of alternative result. As an example, throwing a dice would end up creating six different universes.”
His friend pointed in the general direction of the rail.
“Much like an alternate version of us just got killed by a train?”
“Very much like that. But if you think further; For every thought, every book, every fictional world, there is an alternate timeline, dimension if you will, where that scenario is the actual truth. Think about it!” the young man called Vic look at his fellow. His speech was becoming excited and had the distinct sound of a visionary on the brink of an inspiring thought. The other one, called Jay, listened with mild interest
“Sometime, somewhere, two guys is having this exact conversation, only in that particular time and space, certain conditions, though their universe is basically ours, is true. Think of th...”
“I’m going to stop you right there. I see where this is going. I’m sorry to say this” Jay looked at the one he had just interrupted. Vic looked puzzled but listened.
“You will never fuck Rarity. Ok?”
“That IS happening somewhere, right now, i’m telling you.” Vic nodded, then added somewhat hastily “Though that wasn't at all what I was implying.”
“That it is happening in an alternative universe or the fact that you want to get your mack on with small horses?”
Vic sighed. They had both spent their night at school working on a project, and the fatigue was severely affecting the maturity of their conversation. “Both. But what about it? You’re as much of a brony that I am.”
“Maybe” Jay nodded, eyes closed. “But as I've told you time and time again; I’m not a clopper like you. I just don’t see ponies that way. Don’t mix me into your sick and perverted fantasies”
Vic smiled, in on the joke. “Oh one day I’ll get to you. I know you’re just as fucked up as me, if not even more twisted.” His smile turned into a devilish grin. “You’re the kind that hides behind a pretty smile and the pretense of a 8-year old girl. I’m at least completely open with my fetishes. You will just pop wide open and buy a plushie with kinky folds one day.”
Jay shook his head. “Whatever “Slaanesh”. The day you find me drooling of rule 34 clopfics is the day we find a portal to Equestriaaa”
He left the last vowel hanging in the air, only slightly letting it go, though probably more out of lack of air than actual mental presence. The source of his sudden cerebral blackout stood in front of him and his friend in the form of a lavender creature with big expressive eyes and a small, curve patterned horn, a pony whose name should have been of no surprise to the likes of our protagonists under any other circumstances than the current. She stood motionless, about the height of a dinner table, staring at the dumbstruck pink, hairless monkeys in front of her. The yellow street-lights painted several small highlights in her highly reflective eyes. Her mane wavered slightly in the cold and discrete breeze of the evening. Small flakes of snow littered her coat which seemed to consist of thick but very short strands of fur.
“Vic, man, Vic, I think my tulpa just kicked in”
The person known as Vic responded, eyes focused on the creature in front of him.
“What does it look like?”
“Twilight Sparkle” Jay looked at pretty much in the same direction. Face blank and void of basic emotion.
“It’s not tulpa. I see her too. Did we die?”
Twilight blinked a few times as her ears perked. She had not foreseen that whatever beings residing in this realm would speak a language understandable to her.
“What is a tulpa?” she asked, genuinely intrigued.
“It’s actually a Buddhist concept originally, though when spoken about on the internet people often talk ab...” Vic interrupted Jays hazy speech about the etymology of buddhistic words.
“It’s an enforced illusion”
Twilight laughed quietly, not entirely without some nervous confusion in her voice
“I’m not an illusion. I’m Twilight Sparkle. See, I’m real!” She said, and knocked the ground a few times, creating an echo that bounced around the vicinity of the empty street where they stood. Her smile waned into an anxious expression as she tried to make contact with the paralyzed primates.
"Uh... Are you alright? Could you tell me where I am? I am on a mission which I received from Princess Celestia herself... I'm not really sure... where I..." Twilight trailed off. It was obvious the strange beings payed no attention to what she was saying. They seemed to be in some kind of absent daze. She pondered if she'd just had the terrible misfortune of meeting the slower of their kind.
Vic looked at the... the pony standing before him. He was nearing a state of mind in which he might buy that this was actually the Twilight in reality, in front of him. It was hard and he fought a dark battle with his body to just not faint. He felt his stomach turning and his vision seemed to be riding a peculiar merry-go-round. Vic grabbed his frozen friend by the arm, in part just to not fall down.
“Jay we both see this. She’s there. For real. In reality.”
Twilight Sparkle frowned skeptically.
Jay fainted quietly into the snow.
