pink; the color of madnesss

by MrCrumplecolt

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Comedy
Length: 1524

a bonk on the head? likely. The source is a small pastel pony? improbable. The small pastel pony is talking, baking and ingesting sweets...impossible(?)

Being the longtime brony I am and the preposterous amount of energy I have right now I should tell everyone about a chance encounter of the…confusing nature

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-19 17:15:49 UTC

a day off?

Not I'm not the type of man to write a blog... But , the latest events of my day have officially been switched from the: 'Odd' category over to the vastly less frequented: 'Oh god please someone listen to this' category of things happening in my life. Today I had the day off work , nothing exciting planned, I would sleep in, loaf around in my pajamas and proceed with doing virtually nothing with my day. A perfect way to prepare for the weekend shifts I would have to put up with a my illustrious job as a burger flipper extraordinaire. However my day started on a bizarre note that I was to soon discover would persist the entirety of my day.

Waking up at roughly ten thirty in the morning? that's normal, waking up with a slight headache? less normal but nothing to concern myself with. Waking Up with a slight headache at ten thirty in the morning with that sort of lost feeling you get went you remember falling asleep somewhere else? That's the strange bit. Begrudgingly I had to force myself out of bed with a compound of emotions weighing on my mind instantaneously; happy I'm not off to work immediately, however I overslept and now expect to spend the remainder of the day with a particular glassed-over look in my eye. I shuffled my way down the hall, cell phone in one hand and waistline of my pajama pants in the other. I glanced at myself in the mirror and I looked substantially better than I'd felt. Just having gotten my head shaved the day before had given me the liberty of no bedhead, at least for another 6 months or so.

I clumsily half slammed my phone on the kitchen counter after one non-explicit shower scene and was mulling over exactly how I'd go about getting my late started day rolling. First off, breakfast the most important meal of the day I cracked the fridge with great gusto with the anticipation of finding what my roommates had left me, the spoils? a bag of shredded cheddar cheese. These are truly luxurious times I live in, then again beggars can't be choosers... Even still I couldn't bring myself to eat fistfuls of cheese, no amount of groggy laziness would bring me to such a feat, except once... That day was however, not today! My shower had thankfully invigorated me and that energy was going to turn this day around, I had no intention of wasting the day now that I'd shaken the cobwebs from my mind.

Retracing my steps i brought myself back upstairs to my room and my mountain of clean albeit unkempt clothes. I stood in quiet contemplation for what felt like ages, Being January I had little inclination to wear light colors and that was well represented in my wardrobe as almost everything I owned was unintentionally black. I opted to sift through my clothes as opposed to just scanning over them repeatedly with just one pass I'd found just what I was hoping for a vestige of color and non uniformity, my white T-shirt adorned with a rarity's cutie mark on the hip. Now rarity isn't my favorite pony but she is one of the more favored out of the ever growing cast of ponies. I slid into my work khaki's since they had all the essentials in the pockets already, IE: wallet, keys and things of that nature. Bouncing down the stairs with an ever building flow of energy making me predominantly more high spirited.

I glanced out the window and noted the patches of mostly melted snow dotting my vision on the neighboring lawns this brought me another jolt of happiness as I'd get to don my favorite hoodie/jacket combo. With great ease I flipped my black and orange hooded zip-up around me and zipped it up before pulling my light leather jacket over the hoodie and zipping just shy of all the way up. I couldn't help but grin realizing I'd ended up wearing black anyway but that was only a fleeting thought since I knew I had my white pony shirt underneath. I locked up the house and  turned on my heel and slowly but gleefully made my way off the ice laden porch.

The first step off the porch is always important in a reflection of how the rest of your actions that day. So when I hit the ground without a hitch I was under the impression that the day would roll on without hesitation or incident. A fair assumption given I was in high spirits and low expectations for the day, anything had the potential to be a great experience. The plan was to walk the estimated quarter mile to the store, pick up the bare minimum for foodstuffs and carry the lot of it back home uneventfully, while I had the first portion of the plan going swimmingly The latter half was, unbeknownst to me, going to unravel slightly. Having strode with a spring in my step all the way to the grocery store of no description I made it a point to purchase light and return hastily to prevent the melting or spoiling of any refrigerated food.

Unfortunately  for me the cream cheese I'd picked up must have just been returned to the shelf after being haphazardly being left out by the idle minded consumer who'd grabbed it before me and left it alone thereafter. This was resulting in an unfortunate and unpredicted melting in the bag I had slung over my forearm, I opted that rather than take the usual route of sidewalk along White Street, i would cut over some train tracks and down a back alley. Hastily diverging from the sidewalk I hopped the train tracks with ease and slipped into the alley with ease. Now I live in a decent neighborhood, low crime rate, good neighbors, and all that stuff. the worst I'd see would be some pumped up high school seniors with nothing but time and a taste in bad music in the needlessly large SUV's driving around. This alley however just creeped me out, it was tucked between several small businesses and from what I could gather was used mostly for delivery trucks and smoke breaks. It didn't seem particularly threatening, just unsettling.

What put me off more than the atmosphere was that there was a cobblestone well with a wooden rain guard over the top nestled in a corner between two buildings; stranger still was the well was surrounded with a patch of crisp green very much live grass, the whole area was only about eight feet across from end to end leaving the well maybe six feet wide in the center. To this point I'd never seen a well of this description in person, having lived in an urban environment my whole life. I don't quite know what compelled me to approach this strange cobblestone well but I approached with forced anxiety, this area itself seemed calming and inviting but I knew it was wholly unnatural and I consciously made an effort to be wary of it. I slowly approached the well and leaned over it to look inside; from what I could see it was an ordinary well but I refused to think it normal and turned to walk away.

Once again I felt compelled to approach and as I turned toward it I heard something completely unexpected, giggling, I wasn't certain at first but I paid closer attention and sure enough it was just as I'd suspected, high pitched effeminate laughter was reverberating up out of this well. I once again approached and leaned over with a completely uncontrollable curiosity, the bottom of the well was no longer dark but instead i could see far at what I presumed to be the bottom was a shimmer of light with a small dot in the middle. It was difficult to tell at first but most assuredly the dot was growing larger and larger over the passing seconds, not only that but the giggling was not only consistent but was steadily growing louder with each passing moment.By no stretch of the imagination am I the smartest man on earth or probably within the tri-county area but I am familiar with the multi-verse theory and wormholes and in reflection these are the only things that seem to allow the following events make any rational sense.

Finally it dawned on me, whatever was now blocking the light from the far side of the well was rapidly approaching and may or may not have had the intent of careening into my face. Unfortunately for my face and my conscious effort I couldn't help but continue to stare bewildered into the depths before me. The closer this object grew the more I could identify that there before me, this falling object, was the source of the effeminate giggling and it was even now drawing ever closer to smacking into my face. Anxiety was prevalent and ever growing in my stomach, something had to be done, any longer looking at this and-