Friendship is Recovering

Chapter 2

I was surprised to learn that the dirt path actually lead me to the edge of the forest and not further in. It almost made me want to believe my luck is turning... almost. I looked around and noticed that the dirt path lead straight to a town. I have been to my share of towns when I was human, with the keyword being was. As I looked at the town from afar, I began to wonder to myself. Of all of the towns I have been to, not one of them had no place for people to drink their troubles away. I was resting myself on the fact that towns will never be complete without a bar. Then again, I don't always drink my troubles away, I just drink myself into a drunken stupor and fall asleep somewhere. I made exceptions to myself of when I should be drinking myself to the floor when I either have seen something crazy that I want to try to forget or I have done something that I may regret later on. Most of the time, for me, it's the former option. But the later option does happen sometimes. I decided it would be probably a good idea to stop standing at the edge of a forest and go into the town. It's funny how my head works sometimes, it has both saved me and put me into danger many times. There was no reason to doubt myself this time, because I figured that while in the town I could find out where I am. I also figured that I would not need to talk to the people in the town anyways. Although I kept the option to talk open in case I manage to get lost in what looked to be a small town. Slowly I made my way towards the town by following the dirt road up to the entrance. There is no chance in hell that I will be spotted if I am careful enough to avoid any contact.

As I walked through the town I noticed a peculiar sight: there was no humans in the town. Instead of humans walking around, minding their own business, I saw horses. I can't really call them horses, because they came in many different colors. It looked like they ran through a rainbow and came out in multiple colors instead. They were very colorful. The one color that caught my eye just so happened to be streaking towards me. When I did a double take on the color pink, I got tackled by a pink blur that was going at full speed. so much for not being noticed. I thought. As I looked at the.. Horse(?) that was on top of me as she looked right back at me. Her hair was all pink and somehow looked similar to cotton candy. Normally I would have shrugged it off and kept going, but I was confused at her Impossible hair. I didn't pay attention to little details, such as the fact that she was staring at me. But I did make a mental note of her eye color. It was a light shade of blue. That isn't important to me. I was glad she off of me as I got up on my legs. I decided to not say a word, so I started to walk off. That may not have been a good idea as I thought I heard a gasp behind me. When I turned around I could see a pink blur zooming off to somewhere. I didn't know that anything could be that fast, but I dismissed the sight to my own possibly draining sanity. I really need to find that bar soon, or else my mind may as well be playing tricks on me and cause me to see things that are never real. I thought to myself, Now where the hell is the local watering hole?

After walking through the town for what felt like an hour to me, I decided to do my last resort plan. I didn't like talking to anyone, or anything if I could help it, but sometimes the situation calls for it. My last resort is to go to a place that is full of people (or, at least these weird horse things) and ask them for directions towards the bar. If this town is similar to other towns, then I need to go to the market. I dreaded markets and tried to avoid them when possible, due to some bad memories I had with a merchant in one town. Needless to say, I was kicked out of that town in the end anyways. I hoped that I could hold my anger long enough to get the directions towards the bar. I do, of course, have to try to figure out where the market was first. I had mentally kicked myself because I dug myself into a deeper hole of being lost. I noticed an intriguing sight: an orange horse was standing next to a stand that held apples. Well... better late then never to realize you've walked into the market. I thought to myself as I made my way up to the stand. I opened my mouth to speak for the first time in this world, other than my sparse muttering.

"Excuse me," I said and noticed the orange pony (I couldn't think of any other word for these... creatures) turn her gaze to me after I spoke.

"Howdy there, you lookin' to buy some apples?" the orange pony said.

"No, I'm looking for directions actually."

"You new here?" the pony asked, cocking her head slightly.

"Yes... Never seen someone new before?" I asked with the slightest amount of attitude in my voice

"No, ah've seen new ponies before. This 'ere is Ponyville. Mah name's Applejack." The pony that I now knew as Applejack said.

Well that's a better name then horse I suppose... but really Ponyville?

I kept my thoughts to myself as I spoke once more, "I'd much rather get some directions to a place. Unless you can lead me."

"Sorry pardner, but ah've got to keep an eye on the stand. Why don't yah ask 'round?"

"Right... Thanks..."

I wandered off from what I assumed was a country pony. I could easily tell by the accent and how similar it was to those cowboys that I've met before. That, and the hat was a dead give away. I found it funny that Applejack reminded me of them, but I was more focused on finding my way to the bar first. I had priorities, and the first one is getting a very strong drink in me. I really needed one since I have really just seen two different versions of these colorful ponies. Now, as I walked around the market looking at all of the houses, I noticed something. Up ahead was a pure white pony (so pure that it shined in the sunlight, and was impossible to miss) that was making it's way towards a building. I intercepted her path in the middle and she looked at me confusedly. After her moment of confusion, I noticed that she had something protruding from her forehead.

"Can I help you?" she said. Her accent was far different than Applejack's. It sounded like a mixture of Australian and British.

"Yes... do you know the way towards a bar or something?" I asked, getting impatient with myself.

Her gasp from my question really didn't answer my question.

"Why would you want to go near that horrid place?" she said in disgust.

"To get a stiff drink... I assume you never go there?"

"Of course not! Somepony such as myself should never drink like a barbarian." she said in a very snob-like way.

I just had to groan in my head... Not another stuck up woman... I've met enough of them in my life.

"Right... Sorry to trouble you then."

"Oh it is alright, I was planning on getting to the spa before we crossed paths. I do know somepony who could help you though. His name is Pyro. He works there and I believe his shift starts soon," she began mumbling something about Twilight allowing sparks to work or something like that.

"Ok then, have a great trip then."

"You as well. I do hope you change your mind and find a different way to occupy your time."

Don't count on it... I said in my head as I walked away from the horned pony. Weirdly enough my mind made the connection and called her a unicorn. I decided to stay with that since I needed to call them something different anyways. The way she was so ladylike was almost getting on my nerves in the first place. I shook my head slowly and walked off further in order to look for that very elusive building.

Okay... so I need to find a pony named Pyro? Pyro means fire. Does that mean that he is made of fire?

"This place is screwed up," I muttered to myself, "and I've seen some screwed up crap."