A Mod Gone Wrong.

        Rick (Shawn) awoke the next day after a night of restful sleep. He turned over and looked out the window to his right, he marveled at the world he had ended up in. The picturesque landscape of the valley below the castle, the clear blue sky above with a large white mass of cloud in the distance.

Out of habit, he turned to his left, pulling the covers off and started to stand. Before he could throw his legs over the side of his bed he seized up. Using his elbows to slowly prop himself up he attempted once more to try and get out of the bed. He slowly tried to move once more, taking a careful step onto the floor below.

After rolling his shoulders he placed his forearm on the nightstand to the side of his bed. Wincing in pain he pushed himself upright. He looked around, trying to find a clock or something to tell the time. Eventually his eyes rested upon a round metal alarm clock on the side table. The time was eight thirty-six AM.

He began his trek to the other side of the room towards his gear. Upon reaching his gear he took list of what was there. The worn iron chestplate was leaning against the wall, it was simplistic in design, a medieval style iron chestplate that curved around the torso with round curved plates on the shoulders. The arm guards lay next to it, leathers straps folded neatly beneath them, the plate legs rested on there as well, laid out  along the table.  Under the table lay the scratched, dented, and dirty boots. Apparently the armor set had been cleaned recently aside from the boots for some reason.

He noticed something was off, he was missing something. His armor laid on a table as did his sword in its sheath, but he felt like he was missing a part of his equipment. He looked down at his clothing, he wore a blue overshirt with a white long sleeved shirt underneath, fingerless brown gloves, dark blue pants and brown belt buckle boots. Checking his pockets he found that he had nothing in them.

He looked at his chestplate once more and shook his head.

‘With the way I am, I don’t think I can support the weight.’

He turned towards the door on his left, in the doorway stood a taller pony than the one yesterday, the jawline made it look male.

“Finally able to move around I see. You had us worried for a second, when you fell you hit your head pretty hard.”

“How far did I fall exactly?” Rick asked.

“About nineteen feet, you appeared in the middle of the throne room when you appeared, and I mean middle, almost the exact center, and fell onto the marble floor.” He said, nonchalantly flipping through a few papers on a clipboard that floated next to him.

Rick looked back to his armor once more. “I would like to say thanks as well, not only for the help but for cleaning up my armor.”

“Not a problem, after all, you are a patient and guest here.” He said curtly before walking away.

He began to think.

Wait, a guest of where?

In a lush park in central Canterlot, Sketch laid on a bench, the sun rudely woke him up, that, and the horribly uncomfortable position he had slept in. With a groan he sat up, stretched and popped his back loudly.

That’s much better.

He stood up and looked down at the bench, in the dark of the night he hadn’t noticed how filthy it was, dirt and dust covered it with some bird droppings on the back of it. He quickly began to brush himself off, but realized something, his suit was perfectly clean, none of the dirt or grime had stuck to his suit.

I’m not even going to ask.

He began rolling his shoulders, loosening himself up after a bad sleep, getting ready for the days events, he sat down on the bench again and began to think of what he could do today. Little did he know a small pink colored egg rolled out of his left pocket and onto the bench where it fell between the boards and landed on the ground with a distinct pop.

What was th-

Suddenly underneath the bench a full grown pig spawned, holding the bench on it’s back, not even noticing it was there. Sketch’s eyes went wide, he knew he had an Ender pearl in his right pocket, but what was in his left? He dug into his pocket and felt many small little marble, he took one from his pocket and held it up to his eye, it was a small pink egg with darker pink speckles.

Oh, I know what I’m doing today...

With the pig beneath him carrying him and the bench he sat on without a care in the world he took a large handful of the pink pig eggs from his pocket and tossed them all in random directions.

Let them eat bacon...

With nothing left to do in his room, Rick left his room in full armor and wandered the hall, the halls were magnificent, large marble columns with large doors on either side of the hall, each standing several meters high. He kept walking, noticing the occasional table with a vase of flowers on it, he looked down and realized the entire length of the hallway had a never-ending red carpet.

He peered down the hallway, trying to find an end to it, but it just seemed to go on forever, the corridors heading left and right but the hallway did not seem to end. Eventually he had decided to head down one of the hallways at random, hoping to find someone in the massive building.

After another twenty minutes he found himself in a massive dining room, the entire right side of it was covered with enormous stained glass windows, the light came through them, coloring the room with a bright spectrum of colors. As he stared at it in its beauty he failed to notice someone sneaking up behind him.

“What are you doing in here, shouldn’t you be in the kitchen with the help?”

A snooty voice called out behind him in an annoying tone.

“And pray tell, what exactly are you? Some sort of pet monkey? No, you have a sword, the guards must be getting desperate.”

 Rick turned around to face an alabaster white pony with a long horn on his head, he had a dull blonde mane that went down his neck, he had a vest and bow tie on, because you know, bow ties are awesome. Unfortunately, this pony was not awesome, he was downright arrogant.

Rick raised a brow. “And who exactly are you?”

“I am Prince BlueBlood, and who are you, and why are you in my castle?”

“I am Rick Fuoco, and how is this your castle anyhow? I have yet to meet with the queen or king of this kingdom. So far I have met Princess Celestia, who I believe might be your sister, and you, Prince.”

“Oh... So you’re one of aunty’s projects? Shouldn’t you be in your cage?”

“I do not have time to deal with a stuck up Prince who seems to get less respect than that of a homeless fool.” Rick said as he crossed his arms and looked around the room once more he noticed some ponies in butler and maid outfits setting plates at the far end of the table.

“Excuse me!” He said while walking towards one of the servants, startling the one in the maid as she eeped.

“Y-Yes?”

“Would it be possible for me to get some food, I am a bit malnourished.”

“We h-have some fruit.”

She pointed a hoof towards a bowl in the middle of the table, there were various types of fruit: durians, dates, apples, oranges, pears, bananas, pomegranates, and many other varieties.

“Could I just take two apples and be on my way?”

She nodded, still looking up at him.

“Thank you, I will be on my way I guess.” Rick said after grabbing the apples, then began to walk away.

Rick stops immediately, as if feeling something were to go horribly wrong... Horribly, horribly wrong. And just then a pig flies through the window, shattering the intricate stained glass mural, sending glass everywhere. The pig smacks the wall and flashes red, it hits the ground twenty feet below, flashes red again and disappears in a poof of smoke, leaving only two pork chops in its place.

Rick ran to the window, he looked out what remained of the bottom half of the window and saw...

“Oh please no...”