An unexpected visit

An Unexpected Visit

Chapter 1: First Impressions (v3)

By: Porqupine

As you walk down the stairs to get something to snack on you notice something’s off. You feel a small breeze pass your neck while you are certain you closed the windows before you went upstairs. You slow down your decent and try to focus if anything else might be off.

And it is. As you carefully walk around the corner to your living room you notice that certain items are missing. Your television, gone. Picture frames, smashed face-down on the floor. Drawers opened with force.

It’s a total mess.

‘The hell happened?’ you think to yourself.

You walk through the room, completely distraught and you feel like killing someone with your bare hands. They really did a good job on making everything as messy as possible.

After having stood in the room with your hands on your head for a full five minutes you take notice of the draft again, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You search for the source and find it. It was pretty obvious really. The window to the back of your house, looking out over the little garden which you had neglected and never worked on, was gone.

It wasn’t broken or shattered, you would’ve heard that, but it was just completely missing.

You walk over to the empty frame to see if there are any marks on it.

‘Of course there have to be some marks.’ You think to yourself. But no matter how hard you try to find any, you fail.

‘No marks… How is that even possible?’ You start to become more and more agitated while you’re thinking about it.

‘This is impossible. I’m going crazy. This is probably just a dream. A rather vivid one at that.’

After a while you come to your senses and you start to investigate more. You decide to go outside and see if there are any visible marks from that angle.

You open the door to the little garden and take a step, but you forgot that there was a little edge there and you trip. You fall face first toward the earth and try to catch yourself before you hit the ground, unsuccessfully.  You feel stone hitting flesh and try to scream, just to have it silenced by the ground. You use your hands to get up, and you start to feel something warm trickling down over your mouth and chin, down your neck and onto the ground.

‘Great.’ You think. ‘and now I’m bleeding.’

‘It can’t get any worse than it already is.’ Just as you think that thought you regret it.

The world seems to start turning around you , slowly at first but it speeds up after ten seconds or so. You try to go back inside your house to sit on your already ruined couch, but yet again you forget that stupid little edge that is inconveniently placed under the door.

This time, however, you manage to get your other foot inside and you stumble forward. The only problem now is that all of your belongings are still on the floor, and you trip, again. You feel yourself falling, but you know that if you go down face-first again, you’ll definitely not be getting up for a while.

Just before you hit the ground you see something unexpected. It seems like the whole world slows down just so that you have the time to look at it. You see a few stacks of paper lying in messy heaps covering your living room.

One of the papers on the floor contained many strange markings which you can't recognize, and yet they seemed awfully familiar. As you look more closely it seems as if the drawings and marking are shifting, as if they are removing themselves from the paper.

You suddenly know that this is the reason your place was trashed, but you didn’t understand why this piece of paper was so important, and who would want it.

The next thing you realise is that you’re still falling. Just before you hit the ground though you notice that the ink has somehow indeed removed itself from the paper and is rapidly coming closer to you. They also start to give off light and then everything goes white.

You still feel that you hit the ground and now not only does your nose, mouth and chin hurt like hell, but you are being blinded by the flash of white light which originated from the symbols. The pain makes you dizzy and although the light is so bright, you start to see black splotches in your vision.

You pass out.

The first thing you notice as you regain consciousness is that you feel bad, you feel really bad. Your nose hurts like hell and you have a terrible throbbing at your forehead.

Then you remember what happened.

You feel that you’re still facing down, which is probably the reason why your nose still hurts so bad. You’ve been lying on it for god knows how long.

You try to get up but as you do you feel a great pain shoot through your left arm.

‘What the hell!?’ You think. ‘Why does my arm hurt so bad?’

Then you think about what you did before you passed out. You remember that you tried to catch yourself the first time you fell, and horribly failed. You guess that you must have damaged your left arm in the process, so you try to get up with your right arm.

This also doesn’t work out well as you notice that another shot of pain goes right through your right shoulder.

‘Fucking hell, how messed up is my body?’ You think as you let out a grunt of pain.

All you can think of doing is to roll over, so you so that.

Then, feeling surprised, you notice you are actually able to roll over. Didn’t you land in a pile of rubble when you passed out?

There is a strange noise coming from your right but it sounds far away and you don’t mind it. All you are concerned about is to how you were able to roll over.

You decide that now might be a good time to open your eyes. Slowly you try to open them, but the light shining into your eyes is too bright. You try to squint just to see your whereabouts, but the light is still too overpowering. Trying to cover your eyes with your arm also didn’t seem like a good idea, with the way they're feeling.

You try to sit up but you realise that not only are your hands, arms, eyes and face messed up, your back also seems to be working against you. The sharp pain originating from your lower back as you try to sit up gets the best of you and you let yourself fall down again.

'Fine, I'll just lie here for a few minutes then I guess.'

The sound you were trying to ignore a few minutes ago now started to get louder and louder. It seemed like it was getting closer, which it probably was. The sound is unfamiliar and the best you can compare it to is the beating of hooves on soil.

‘What in tarnation is THAT!’ You hear someone, with an extremely Texan accent, exclaim.

‘Oh, that is a very good question darling. I really wouldn’t know. It looks rather beat up though, don’t you think so?’ you hear someone else say with the most posh British accent you have ever heard.

‘The hell is going on?’ you think. ‘Can’t they see I’m hurt. Go get me a doctor or something.’

"Maybe we should go get Twi. She might know what this thing is." The Texan said.

"Is it alive? It looks badly hurt, so maybe we should hurry." The British replied.

‘I hope this ‘Twi’ is a doctor ‘cause I can surely use one at this point.’ You feel your headache getting dizzy worse and you wonder if maybe you shouldn’t have rolled over.

You hear the strange sound again as the two women move back from where they came.

‘I hope they’re back soon, ‘cause I don’t think I’ll survive for long out here.’

By now you’ve noticed that you aren’t home any more, and you presume that the same people who messed up your home came back and dumped your body somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Although lying on a dirt road meant that they have to have taking you very far from home.

After about two minutes you hear the strange hooves-on-soil sound again, and you still can’t open your eyes.

‘What is this about girls?’ you hear another woman say with your average American accent.

"Well we found this 'ere strange lookin' creature n' we thought ya might know what it is exactly." The Texan replied.

'Did she just say strange looking creature? What’s that all about' you wonder.

"Oh wow." the American said. "It really does look strange. When did you guys find it?"

"Well we just stumbled across it and then we directly went to get you. We thought that maybe you'd know what it was." The British said plainly.

"Well, I can tell you what it isn’t. It isn’t from around here certainly, but I haven’t got a clue on what it IS."

You try to open your mouth, but your chin hurts so much, and all that you manage to do is cough.

The shaking movement makes you hurt even more, and you notice that you’re coughing on blood.

"OH DEAR Celestia!" the British exclaims. "We have to get it to Fluttershy immediately."

‘What the hell is a Fluttershy?’ You think, but the more you cough the more it hurts and you begin to get dizzy now.

You hear the three women start to close in on you. After a few seconds you are lifted in the most uncomfortable way making everything hurt, something is pulling on your arm, something else is pushing into the lower end of your back and then someone decides to smash something really hard into the back of your head. For a few seconds you see stars in front of your eyes, even though they're closed, and then the world goes dark again.

This time when you wake up you notice that it isn’t as bright as before. You still can’t manage to open your eyes though, but you think that is because you’re so damn tired. You also feel a lot warmer than you did before you passed out for the second time. It seems you’re somewhere indoors in a bed under a blanket. It’s not the most comfortable bed, but you guess it’s just the standard hospital bed.

"How’s it doing?" you hear someone say from what seems like another room.

"I  think it’s doing fine, it probably just needs it's rest." you hear a very soft voice reply. You really had to strain your ears to understand what she said.

As you move a little to get into a comfortable position you notice that you’re covered in band-aid. You’re as immobile as a new born kangaroo. You feel really thirsty and you try to get up. It hurts at first, although not as bad as it did before, but it al goes away as you sit up straight. Now you manage to open your eyes.

It takes some time to adjust to the light but after a minute or so you start to inspect the room. It’s completely different from what you expected to see. The walls are rounded, not square, they are yellow of colour, not hospital turquoise, and most disturbingly, they are covered with photos of abstract, multi-coloured, pony-ish creatures.

You don’t know if you’re dreaming but it feels pretty real, although the sight of all this makes you wonder.

"Uhm… Excuse me." You say from your room. "Could I maybe have some water? I’m rather thirsty."

You hear multiple gasps of surprise from the other room.

"It can speak!" A women says excitedly.

You thought you heard something like pen on paper but you’re not sure.

"Uhm… Yea I can speak English, but can I have some water?" You ask again.

"Oh, yes, of course."  You hear the woman with the soft voice reply.

After about a minute of waiting the door slightly opens, and in walks the thing you least expected to.

You can’t believe what you’re looking at. It’s just like from the pictures on the wall. A multi-coloured pony-ish creature. This one was yellow with a pink mane and tail. You also notice three butterflies on her butt.

"I’m going insane." you mutter silently while your face has the most blank expression. ‘I must be. It’s either that or I’m dreaming.’

"Am I dreaming?" You ask out loud, although you know what they’ll answer. Of course they’ll say no, even if it is a dream they’ll say no.

"Oh you’re not dreaming." Another ‘pony’ enters the room. Probably the one who answered your dumb question. This one’s purple with a darker purple mane and tail, with pink highlights in them. She also has something on her butt, which looks like a star with little sparkles around it.

As they both move closer you feel intimidated. You already think you’re insane, because seriously, talking brightly-pastel-coloured pony thingies? This can’t be happening. Even if it is just a dream, you still think you’re insane. Who the fuck dreams about this kind of crap!

"What’s wrong?" the purple one asks you. And now you notice the four inch dagger placed atop her head. It looks like that thing could kill.

They get even closer to you and you do the one thing that you think will wake you up again. You grab the closest photo frame and you hit your head as hard as you can with it. It hurts for only about a millisecond before you pass out… Again.

When you wake, again..., your head feels like exploding. It’s as if you’ve drunk twenty bottles of vodka and then drank some more.

You figure that that is what must’ve happened because of the strange dream and all. As you try to get up though, you feel yourself being pushed back into the mattress you’re lying on. You try to move your arms but they also are being held in place by some sort of strap. You open your eyes to look down, but it seems you’re blindfolded.

"What’s going on!?" You almost scream as you feel panic creeping up on you.

"Get me out of here!" You start to actually panic as you don’t have a clue on what the fuck is going on.

You hear the sound of hooves again, coming closer to you. There is an irritating beeping noise coming from somewhere beside you, and it starts to speed up the closer the hooves get.

Then there’s something touching your foot. It doesn’t feel cold but is also doesn’t really feel warm, it’s just there. After whatever touched you moves back you start to feel a warm sensation where it touched you. The warmth slowly rises up your legs and you feel then become relaxed. As it reaches your midsection you calm down significantly and you also notice the beeping sound slowing down.

This makes you realise that you’re probably on a heart monitor, which means that you’re in a hospital.

'Thank God.'

"Good morning." A man said from the bottom of my bed. "How are you today? It seems like you’ve had quite a rough time the last couple of days."

"Why am I blindfolded?" My answer isn’t very polite, but I really don’t understand why I’m tied up like this. "And why am I tied to the bed?"

You hear another set of hooves moving toward you.

"Well, the last time you saw any of us you freaked out real bad. So see this as a precaution just for your own safety." This was definitely the voice of the purple armed-with-a-dagger-on-its-head pony.

You feel like you might panic any time now, but it seems that your body is completely at rest.

"Can someone please take off the blindfold?" You ask, feeling annoyed. Although you’re not sure that may be the best idea.

"Promise me that you won’t freak out again like last time, ‘kay?" She says with a strict tone.

'I’ll try.’ you think to yourself. ‘I mean who wouldn’t freak out when they saw these strange looking pony things talking to you, as if they’re human themselves.’

You feel that the cloth covering your eyes is slowly lifted off of you and you can see that the room is dimly lit.

You open your eyes and look up at the ceiling. It looks like a hospital ceiling, square pattern with lamps every now and then. The only problem is that it looks like the ceiling is way too low. You think that if you would stand up and stretch your arms out over your head you could easily touch it.

"So how are you feeling?" you hear someone, or something, say from beside you.

You try not to look in the direction from where it came before you answer, but your head just lolled over to the side against your permission and you see the pony again. Bright purple with a dagger sticking four inches out of her head. But for some reason, you don’t know why, you don’t feel panicky.

"I-I feel fine. Great really." You reply with surprise.

"It’s probably the work of Doctor Feel-good." It says in reply

"Wait, what. Doctor ‘Feel-good?" 'You’ve got to be kidding me, what kind of name is that?’

"He put a simple spell on you to keep you calm in all situations." She said, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

"A spell?" you ask, raising an eyebrow, not knowing if it’s being serious or not.

"Yes, a simple spell. Magic." She’s saying this as if it’s the most common thing, as if magic really exists.

Then a questions pops into you mind. The question you should’ve asked first.

"What are you?" You ask carefully.

"I am a unicorn, one of the four pony races of Equestria, of course. And so is doctor Feel-good."

'A unicorn? Oh now things are starting to get good. Firstly, strange hue'd ponies and now magical unicorns that can actually do magic. Man I’ve really lost it haven't I.’ You still don’t want to admit that all this might be real, for some strange, unexplained reason.

Next question that you think of is also a rather important one and one you’ve already asked.

"So, where exactly am I?" You probably should have left out the ‘exactly’ part.

The purple thing starts to talk.

"Your location is -21.0056341 degrees longitude and 57.9460821 degrees latitude. Which is in Equestria, situated below the Northern Provinces and Crystal Empire. You are currently in Ponyville in Doctor Feel-good’s practice, which is near the centre of this town."

Now you realise that you’re very far from home, farther than you expected.

"So what’s your name?" the purple unicorn continues.

"Uhm… my name is…" Dammit how could you forget your own name. It was probably due to that fact that you had hit your head a least three times within three days.

"I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to remember." You say with a defeated sigh.

"It’s okay, you’ve had a rough time so it’s understandable." It said with a tone of compassion.

Now you remember that you’re tied to the bed you’re lying on, and it’s getting really uncomfortable.

"Can you please take of the restraints?" you ask uncertainly.

"Of course! You don’t look like a threat at all, now that you’ve calmed down a bit."

What happens next is something you didn’t expect to happen. It’s horn started to glow and so did the restraints. Slowly the restraints were taking themselves off. You were looking at the scene with amazement.

"What’s wrong?" Purple asked. "Have you never seen magic before?" It said incredulously.

All you could do was keep on staring at the restraints, which were now fading again, as was its horn. You try to sit up straight, but you feel something pressing you back again, although it can’t be any restraints.

"Oh no you don’t." the Doctor, who was still standing at my feet, said strictly. "You shouldn’t get up yet. Your anatomy may be a little different from ours, but I know when someone has broken bones and when they shouldn’t move around. And you mister, you shouldn’t be moving around."

There’s only one problem to that. You want to move around, you want to find a way to get out of here, try to get back home. You have no idea how you’ll ever manage that but if you don’t try then you’ve already failed. Right?

"You need to rest. If you rest enough you may be able to walk again at the end of this week." The doctor said.

"Also, Twilight here will stay with you to keep watch. You wouldn’t want any unwelcome guests in your room, now would you?" it seems like he’s joking, but something tells you that this Twilight really will stay with you for the rest of the week.

"But doctor." Twilight says. "I still have so many questions to ask."

"You can ask them tomorrow, now it needs it’s rest and I think you could use some too." The doctors answer seems final and then you try to rest again. Tomorrow is probably going to be a rough day, so you better get your rest. Although you’re still not sure if this is all just happening in your head.

A.N.:

Hi,

This is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Please give me some feedback on my writing style etc. And don't worry about being a critic, that's what I want.

Anyway I hope you all enjoy, and if so I'll try to continue this story for you.

Yours faithfully,

Porqupine

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