Too young to die

I couldn't comprehend, what I was staring at. Hooves? I quickly lifted the blanket off my body, to see a grey body, the moonlight reflected off it's surface. I rubbed my hoof down the length of my chest, to feel a carapace. I finally noticed I had holes in my hooves. Well, this is going up on my top ten list of crazies, winning as number 1! Congrats! You win a well in-human scream! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I began to hyperventilate, this wasn't me! But, I'm still in my bed, how did this happen?

I looked over to my left, at the nightstand, the figurine was gone...

Shit?

Yup.

Another scream?

Why not?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Okay, now calm down.

Can't, I just turned into a changeling.

How'd you come to that conclusion?

No idea.

Let's become one mind again.

Sure!

The door was kicked down by Pinkie who stormed in holding a Pinkie cannon, flipping on the light she gasped in terror. I still had my human clothing on, which was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Pinkie, what's happened to me?" She watched in absolute fear, "So, that was the doozy." I barely heard her, as Mrs. and Mr. Cake stomped in. "What's going on he-... oh my god, a changeling, wait, Justin?" I nodded, tears began to stain my face. Mrs. Cake came up and sat on the bed, trying to comfort me. How many times have I been comforted by ponies? Atleast 6, or more times. A song began to play, I jumped, then I realized I must of hit a button on my MP3, the song was, Young.

I curled up in a fetal position, shivering, this body felt so alien. Like being the only white person, in a school of black and Mexican. Been there done that. I stood up, it felt like I was on my hands and knees, except my knees were cut off and replaced with hoofs, same with my hands. Walking was easy, I jumped off the bed, landing unsteadily. "Guess, it's time for me to go, no one will except me now."

"What? What do you mean?" Pinkie asked.

"Trust me, -sniff- you don't wanna know."

"Please tell me, I pinkie promise I won't tell anypony else."

"My answer is still no, guess it's time for me to go, got any saddlebags I could borrow? Nevermind, I'll just find a bag somewhere." I walked out of the room, leaving behind a stunned audience, oh Tobuscus, got me saying it now. I tip my hat to you sir. Walking down the stairs was a bit challenging, but I managed it, only to be stopped by Pinkie who somehow teleported downstairs. "Stop! I won't let a friend go any farther, don't make me use extreme measures to make you smile!" Pinkie said rather intensely.

I brushed past her, not even caring anymore. I'm just gonna be another hated being, something no one else will love, I need it to live now. Maybe I'll just starve out in the woods, a much better fate than being locked up for the rest of my life. I wasn't watching where I was walking, and accidentally impaled my horn in the wall, my horn! Magic, now how do I use it? I thought for a moment, concentrating on a chair, I imagined it floating, I felt a warm air blow along my horn, I opened my eyes realizing they were closed. And gasped.

The chair was floating in a green aura. But than I lost concentration and it fell to the floor with an annoying sound. The next song played on my MP3, salt in the wounds.

Wow, it really was salt in the wound wasn't it? "Pinkie, in a few weeks, ponies will come to fear me, and hate me with a vengeance, when they see me, they will either try and kill me, or flee like their life depended on it. It would be better if I just left." With that I walked out the door, the song still playing. Tears free fell from my now compound eyes, when a thought hit me, maybe I didn't need to leave Ponyville, changelings do what their name entails, change. I closed my eyes, focusing on my previous body, trying to change into a human. I opened my eyes, nothing happened. I tried again, no results. One more time, still nothing.

What was I doing wrong? I had no idea what I was doing anyways. I gave it one more try, blocking out all other sounds, focusing on changing. I felt the familiar warmth, this time it was over my entire body, opening my eyes, I was still in pony shape. So did it work? I trotted over to a nearby fountain, and looked at the reflection, a tan stallion, with amber eyes, and a deep brown mane stared back. So, changelings can only turn into other ponies? That sucks deeeeeeeeep. I looked at my cutie mark by craning my neck, it was a gold circle.

What did it mean? No idea, I stared into my reflection once more, to see I was in fact shorter than previously, really? If I had a guess, I'd say 8 inches taller than Applebloom, but still shorter than a full grown pony. At least I wasn't prone to acne like other poor souls were. Looking over myself one more time, I figured this was better than nothing, all my previous guilt and grief washed away like grit, by this new discovery. I trotted back towards Sugarcube, only to be stopped by a certain purple mare, "Hey! What are you doing out so late? Shouldn't you be inside?" Twilight called.

I trotted up to her, "Hey Twilight, remember me?" She seemed confused, with a slight hint of recognition, "I recognize your voice, but who are you?" I giggled, "It's me Justin, wassup girl?" I burst out laughing and doubled over kicking my legs out into the air, "Oh yeah, nice try, really who are you?" I giggled again and got up, "Listen to my roflcopter! It goes SWSH SWSH SWSH SWSH SWSH SWSH." She groaned and facehoofed, "Are you actually gonna answer? Or do I have to go around advertising a lost colt?"

I chuckled, "Sorry Twilight, but it is me Justin, how could you not recognize me? Oh yeah, it's cause I'm not longer human is it? Nor am I a pony for that matter. It happened not to long ago actually." With this I turned back into my base form, still shorter than Twilight, but I guess it works. She gasped, and then growled, "What have you done with Justin?" I sighed, and asked, "Have you ever seen a black obsidian figurine? I fear that is what turned me into this." She didn't lower her magical aura, "Yes, it turns ponies into changelings after prolonged exposure, but it hasn't been found in a millennia, the books we do have about it, are all jumbled messes, and have no exact proof, why do you a-... oh." She lowered her magic.

"Yup, just like I thought." I flashed back into my pony form, pain instantly shot across my forehead, clutching my head, I fell to the ground, and writhed in pain. "Gah! Oh god! Mother of Jesus saint christ this hurts like a mother fucker!" I screamed more colorful words, before finally the last spasm occurred, I hadn't noticed it but Twilight and Pinkie were standing over me shouting my name. "Well, well, well, who are you? I never thought that obsidian block would actually be found by anypony. So please tell me, what is your name?"

The voice in my head sounded familiar, so familiar, yet so far away. Who are you? What the fuck did you do to me? WHAT ARE YOU?!? I scream outloud and inside my head. The voice spoke again, "Why, I am Chrysalis, how nice to meet you young one. Might I ask what you're doing in the presence of ponies?" The color drained from my face, Not, you, too. The last thought that passed through my mind before blackness enveloped me.

~~~~

I was awake, but I kept my eyes closed, please, I swear to all holy, please, PLEASE, make that night be a dream. Turns out God wasn't wanting to help me any, as I was still a changeling. This time in my bed. I began to sob into my pillow, why me? Why? This is a dream come true, and a curse. I've had Sombra in my head for a long time. Now I've gotta deal with Chryssy. "HEY! I can hear your thoughts you know! Your brothers and sisters, can't hear your thoughts because of the distance, but that doesn't mean I can't!" I kept on crying into the pillow, why was life so unfair, and unjust?

"Okay, listen, if you stop crying. I'll promote you, no? Give you extra attention and love, still no? Okay, how about, um, oh just shut the hay up! I'm sick and tired of your crying! No, I'll use one of your swears, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR CHRIST SAKE!" Pain flared across my head, and I stopped my crying, but that didn't stop the sniffles. Why me though Chryssy? I've been brought into this world from my own, and now I've been transformed into something else, that was made for deceit, lies, and stealing.

"Hey, listen kid, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything. Even if I could, I wouldn't, we need every soldier for the raid were planning on Canterlot. You in, or out?" That was one question I couldn't answer, I didn't want to answer, afraid of the consequences. Afraid. You always were afraid Justin. Why not step up for once? Be a man? Memories flashed by, the time my dad became a hulking mass of rage, alcohol, and muscle. This was after he came back from a 3 month deploy.

He drank, got angry about some little thing and trashed the entire house. I was only 7 or 8 then, so I couldn't blame myself, but when I grew older, it only got worse. No one did anything, I remember one particular time, when he got so angry, he began to throw knives at us. He laughed, laughed, at our pain, at his own child's pain. His wife's pain. Our pain. But when I grew to be 13, I was strong enough to stop him, I could've stopped him, yes I would need help. But we could. Yet we didn't, we, no, I, was too afraid to make a move on him.

"Oh my, you have some terrible memories don't you? You poor thing, here let me help." The memories passed on, and happy ones were forced into my mind. Like some sort of mind control. Eugh. But her motherly side didn't pass by unnoticed, she really did care didn't she? So, not all of them were monsters. The revelation hit me like a freight train, changing my entire way of seeing a changeling. They weren't meaning to be this way, maybe they didn't want to be this way? But they needed to, or death will follow.

Maybe there was a way changeling and pony could live together at the same time? Maybe. Possibly. Yes, they could. And I would set this action in motion. I felt a sobbing grip my mind, "You have no idea, how right you are." I grimaced, there had to be a way. Twilight came in, with bloodshot eyes, "Justin, I don't know what to think about this, I got the Princess." Celestia walked in, and shined in her own brilliance, but I could see the sympathy, I could smell her sympathy for me. The sympathy I didn't deserve.

"I think, I'd be more comfortable talking to Luna, no offense Celestia." I spoke quietly, as my eyes still threatened to cry. I felt my heart jump into my throat, Celestia nodded, and Luna walked in, while the other two stood next to us, "Alone." I was even quieter this time. They walked out, which only left Luna and I. I finally let my emotions flood out, and began to sob, I probably looked like a train wreck on a saturday afternoon. She came and lay next to me, laying her wing gently on my back. I could feel, sense, smell, see, taste, hear, her sympathy for me.

"I-I... why me? Why?" I kept on sobbing, Luna began to nuzzle me. And cooed soft words. My world eventually disappeared into a velvety blackness, as I fell asleep.

~~~~

Waking up, to the sound of rain pitter-patter against the window. Luna's presence was gone, but I could still feel her warmth. "Are you okay now, little one? I -sniff- don't like it when any of my subjects are down in the dumps, so to speak. It really effects my mood." I nodded, hoping she understood, which she gave a sigh of relief. The pitter patter soon became a full force rain. My eyes slowly closed again, as I fell into sleep once more.