Lance Corporal "Drifter"
Actual name unknown.
5th Battalion, Wolfpack Company. "Alfa" Squad.
Age:Twenty-One
Distinction: Pegasus.
Deemed mentally and physically unfit for combat; recommend rehabilitation. Patient is unaware of true reasoning behind discharge, and is likely to react adversely to the truth. Discretion highly advised.

"Lance Corporal Drifter! Front and center, I have an urgent letter for you!" Sergeant Master Guns calls my name, and I quickly walk to the front of the lounge room; snapping to attention as I fall in, in front of him. Handing me the letter, I notice the sarge quivering slightly. "Fall out."

I returned to my seat in the corner of the room, and looked over the parcel; it wasn't often I got mail. The front has "URGENT" written across, and upon opening the letter, three papers dropped out. One being a letter, another being a check, and the final being some sort of deed.

FROM THE DESK OF PRINCESS CELESTIA

Lance Corporal Drifter,

For acts of valor, courage, and heroism; I, Princess Celestia, am honored to release you from duty. In lieu of this, I have set up a house in a small town called Ponyville, just for you. There I want you to meet some new ponies, six very special mares who will help you integrate into society. Enclosed in this envelope is a train ticket and check for 1000 bits. I wish you luck in the future, and will be monitoring your recovery integration progress.

Signed,
Princess Celestia of Equestria

Heroism? When the fuck have I been heroic, or even remotely close to that? I mean, to civies, I guess all enlisted are heroes, but me in particular? I wonder what she's on... maybe it'd help me with my delusions as well.

I looked up at the clock, reading 2230 hours. I rushed to pack the dark green bag with everything in my footlocker: two diggies, formal dress, pack of cigarettes, and my beloved pistol. I had picked the beauty up during a mission; confiscated it from a POW... and proceeded to execute him with it. The word 'Insanity' was inscribed on the slide, and I later learned that the whole thing had been converted from a basic .45; telling me that he was some sort of higher up in their army. There were two reasons why I was allowed to keep it: One, my CO's (commanding officers) feared me, and two, they were dead. It was one of a few missions where I stood alone for evac.

I looked down at my watch, it read 11 P.M.; otherwise known as lights out. I may have been insane, but I still followed rules. I stripped out of my blouse, and neatly folded it and set it under the flat pillow upon my bunk. Things quickly turned to black as my head hits the pillow, and I enter a dreaded land: my mind.

0530

That night I had gotten lucky; no dreams. Thankful, I prayed to the gods themselves for allowing me a night without the voices. They taunted me most nights, however once in a blue moon, they subsided; allowing for a peaceful slumber. I opened an eye to find, as always, the sun on the horizon. From the flat bunk, I awoke and slipped on the shirt that lay under my pillow. Eagerly, I slung the bag over my back and started my trek towards the train station. Before I left, a few of my still living sarges come up to me and give me a salute. It would've been better if it wasn't painfully obvious they had been waiting for this day for far too long; all of them sighed in relief after I turned my back, and in the reflection of a hallway mirror I saw all of them smiling for the first time.

It took about five minutes for me to arrive at the station, and another fifteen to actually board the train itself. The thing was deserted; a barren wasteland of civilian pleasures. Nopony occupied any of the seats, so I quickly sat down and sprawled out, taking up multiple seats. I drifted yet again into a deep sleep.

Why did you make me walk?

Drifter, you had to push it...

Did we mean nothing to you?

Even in death, I can see you're nothing more than a worthless excuse for a soldier... you couldn't even shed a tear as you awoke to me...

"FUCKING SHUT UP!" I sat up quickly, and grabbed my head; which was infected with a migraine. I took a look around the now filled train car, only to be greeted with scared faces and spiteful looks. The voices...Each one of them. Dead... D-E-A-D, dead. All because of me... They can't control me, no one can! Celestia herself struggles to keep a vice one me!... The memories of my fallen comrades followed me... to this day, they won't leave me. But I have come to terms with them, per say. I am still bugged by them, however they don't constantly harass me like they used to.

Meanwhile, in Ponyville

"Hey Twilight! I have an urgent message for you! It's from the Princess.", Spike called out from down the steps.

Twilight sighed, but yelled, "Bring it here then."

My dear student,
I have a favor to ask of you and your friends; I have recently discharged a marine from the Equestrian military, one who has been known to cause... unusual incidents, and cause destruction. I ask that you six will rehabilitate him to the best of your powers, and more importantly watch over him, and observe his behavior. We have never experienced a pony as... eccentric as him, and would like further studies on his mental state. By the time you receive this letter, he should be arriving at Ponyville train station.
Your loyal teacher,
Princess Celestia of Equestria

"Oh dear... Spike, gather the others. Looks like the Princess has mission for us."

Well, damn... The Princess didn't say who or what to look for. I am completely fucking lo- a group of mares walked up to me with smiles plastered on their faces. The pink one was first to talk, "OHMYGOSH!!! YOU MUST BE THE NEW PONY WE'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP! MY NAMES PINKIE PIE, WHAT'S YOURS?"

"Umm it's Drifter...I go by Drifter." I replied in a flat voice.

"Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance , Drifter. Ah'm AppleJack."

"I'm Twilight Sparkle, it's so nice to meet you.", a lavender mare spoke up, in a soft voice. Twilight Sparkle...Ah! That's the Princess's prodigy... At least, I'm pretty sure she is. Wonder if she's dangerous?

"And who might you be, fair lady?", I asked in a suave, yet sarcastic voice; directing the question towards a rainbow maned pegasus.

"Pfft, I'm Rainbow Dash, otherwise known as the fastest pony alive! And the lady is-"

"The lady is right here, Mr. Drifter. I am Miss Rarity. It's a pleasure being in your presence, I've never met a marine before...might I say those fatigues look absolutely fabulous on you darling. I mean I couldn't pull them off... but you seem to have a certain je ne sais quoi about you.", the white one started in, speaking in a upper crust voice. Damn, she's the kind of mare that's painted on tanks...Shit she's one fine piece of ass.

"And you might be?", I asked the remaining mare, who was visibly shaking with a lowered head.

"Umm...my names Fluttershy...", she replied with a whisper.

"Alright then... I assume y'all are supposed to reform me? What's first?"

Author's Note

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