Title:           Grey to Color - Prologue
Author:          Ceejtank
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First Edit:      Friday 14th of December 2012 12:07:50 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 14th of December 2012 12:07:50 PM CDT

>"Anon!"
>That fucking ear piercing voice...
>Why can't she let you sleep, why can't she leave you alone for once?
>"Damnit Anon! We're gonna be late for the counselor again."
>Oh right, you're 27 years old with a already failing marriage, you've been regretting for years.
>The counselor is supposed to fix all of it, a man with a degree is supposed to solve all of your terrible regrets.
>You could of had all those trips with the guys, you could have at least lived out your young years.
>But no, love seemed too alluring at the time.
>Memories flash in your head of when you were 20.
>You're holding your beautiful wife.
>Those stunning blue eyes, soft black hair with the fragrance of lavender.
> And that amazing body, so many curves it could derail a train.
>With your parent's woodland home scenery to compliment your already scrumptious view.
>She's still as beautiful as ever, just more bitchy and demanding.
>"Anon! I'm going now, my mom Is here to watch the kids, be at the counselor's in an hour!"
Yes honey...
>You mumble reluctantly into your pillow.
>"I love you." She smiles at you.
>All you could muster was
Yep.
>She scoffs at your half hearted response, and slams the bedroom door shut.
Well... Time to get up.
>While you're still lieing down, you slowly stretch your body and seemily cracking every bone in your back.
>58 minutes and counting...
>While sliping on your signature comfy shorts, you head out of the bedroom walking down the hallway, with a towel in tow.
>You stop by the living room area.
>You see your beautiful six year old daughter, sitting on the floor watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
"Good morning sweetie."
>You say while leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
>All she responds with is:
>"Daddy! Princess Cadence is marrying Shining armor!"
>You give her a puzzled look as you turn your head to the screen, watching two ponies enter a carriage with wedding attire on.
>"Just like you and mommy!"
>That statement hits you right in the feels...
>You've always loved your daughter reguardless of the state of your marriage.
"Alright Rozzlyn, daddy's gonna go get cleaned up and go to work. Grandma is gonna watch you today."
>Her face turns sad.
>"But daddy, can't we just play today?"
>This is starting to kill you.
"I'm sorry sweetie, daddy has some important work to do with mommy today. We can watch My Little Pony, when I get home."
>She gives you a pouty look saying: "Alrrrriiiggghhht."
>You give her another big hug, then pick up your towel and head to the bathroom.
 
 
>You feel refreshed, and professional now that you're clothed.
>You've got about 25 minutes till the counseling session.
>Just enough time to get some coffee through the drive through.
>You grab your warm winter coat, your keys, and say goodbye and thank you to your mother in law.
>Something strikes you right as you leave out the door.
>The streets seem barren...
>You look down at your watch.
>8:38.
"What the hell? Isn't it like, rush hour?"
>I mean, your town isn't that big, but hell, this is just plain eerie.
>You try to shrug it off as you slip into your freezing mini-van.
>You turn the key in the ignition, and crank the heat all the way to high.
>Turning your head to back out, you see a very old and creepy looking truck pass by the driveway of your house.
>It's really rusty and looks like it was from the 50s.
>At a glance, you saw a bearded old man with a pipe hanging out of his mouth.
>Out of all the cars you see, that thing?
>You scoff
>As you finally are backed out, you head towards Mcdonald's to get a steaming hot cup o' Joe.
>You never needed anything fancy or expensive.
>Mcdonald's coffee suffices your caffeine needs and for some reason, always stays so damn hot.
>You pull up to your destination to see there is only one car parked in the lot.
>This makes no sense.
>This place is normaly fucking packed to the brim, with breakfast hungry Americans.
>You pull to the speaker box whilst rolling your window down.
>A woman with a pleasant voice responds "Welcome to Mcdonalds, how can I serve you?
"Can I get a large coffee?"
>"That'll be $1.26, anything else?"
"No thank you"
>You were always known for being a polite man, maybe a little weird at times too...
>"Please pull up to the second window"
>You begin to pull up, and make a complete stop, centering yourself with the window.
>A woman, probably in her 20s with black hair in a pony tail, opens the window and takes your money.
>Pony tail... It rings through your head.
>Memories of your daughter watching MLP flash through your head.
>"I'll be right back with your coffee sir."
>With that, you snap back to reality.
>She closes the window and dissapears.
>You at your radio with it reading: 8:52.
>The counselor is about a five minute drive from here, you'll make it no problem.
>You've been waiting for about five minutes.
"What the hell is this wait? It's one fucking cup of coffee!"
>You start yelling HELLO??? At the window.
>You begin to knock on it.
>No response.
>You start curiously looking every which way at the window, wondering where the hell the lady is.
"I don't have time for this."
>You grunt.
>You speed away from the window with a "Fuck it" attitude.
>As you're driving down the road towards the counselors office, you can't get that kid's show out of your damn head.
>Pictures of colorful candy-ass ponies are now bombarding your mind.
>You pull on to the mainroad and you're now running late by 2 minutes.
>You're speeding like, 65 in a 45.
>You're mind still filled with ponies, and it's starting to scare you.
>You begin to turn on the road and you're tires immediatly lock up, due to how fast you were going into the turn.
"Oh, fuck!"
>You begin to frantically turn your wheel left and right to avoid crashing.
>You're speeding really fast towards the ditch now, no hope of stopping, it's so slick.
"Damnit!!!"
>You've now flown into the ditch.
>Your car came to an immediate stop.
>Unfortunatly, your airbags didn't deploy, you hit your head on the steering wheel pretty bad.
"sssssssssss--"
>You grab your head in pain.
>Trying to regain your bearings, you unhook your seatbelt and try prying open the door.
>theres a cascade of snow blocking your door.
>The headache isn't helping you open it any easier.
>You're car is still upright, you didn't take too much damage from the impact.
>You try climbing over the seats to the back door of the car.
>Your left leg is a little hurt.
>Unhooking the latch, the back door opens with ease.
>You climb out and take a look at where you are.
>You landed about 15 feet from the road, by the edge of the forest that lies beyond it.
>Your car landed front first into the snow, luckily, it gave you some cushion.
>You climb over mounds of snow to get by the edge of the road.
"Great."
>No cars on the road to be found.
>It's like a 10 mile hike back to town, there's no way your gonna walk back in this cold.
>You reach into your pocket, only to find pieces of smashed phone.
"This has to be some kind of horror story."
>You look back at the forest and limp back down to where your car lies.
>You just stare at how fucked your car is, then you turn your head to the forest.
>You see a very small worn out shed maybe 100-175 yards out.
>It's really eerie, and when you look at it, it gives you a strange feeling like it's been haunted.
>Probably some guys hunting blind.
"Well, no sense standing in this cold."
>You start walking towards the shed, swearing you could hear a horses footsteps.
>It's so eerie here, dead quiet, and so overcast it's almost dark.
>You look at your watch again. reading 9:20AM.
>Jen is going to hate you.
>You're getting closer and closer to a divorce.
>You're now about 20 feet from the shed.
>God, there's just something about it that feels off.
>What is it doing near the town?
>You take a closer look, it looks about 6x8 in size, and has a dark wood finish.
>It's really old looking, and has gaps in the wood board walls.
>You're now at the door of the shed and are hesitant to open it.
>This property is owned by the city, no one will bother you just hole up here for awhile.
>You slowly open the door made of a sheet metal, and see something that will forever change who you are.
>Something horrible, something that was not meant for human eyes.
>Nah, just kidding.
>Fuck off brain.
>Inside you find a chair in the corner with an end table, a foam mat with a light blanket on it, and a box of matches sitting on the chair.
>It looks as it's been camped in recently.
>It's really fucking creepy, but you don't care, that head damage back there really made you drowsy, you can sleep it off.
>You position yourself in a sleeping position on the mat and try to get a nap.
>If they find your car, they'll see the footsteps leading here.
>On the verge of falling asleep, you hear those trotting noises again.
"I'm probably just hearing things, god my head hurts."
>And soon, you are drifting to sleep, flashbacks of regret, your daughter, trotting noises, and My Little Pony images flow through your mind.
>And you don't stop the MLP thoughts, they're peaceful, they take you away from your mundane life.
>It's another world only filled happiness and colorful ponies...