SHIT STORY, DO NOT BOTHER

[Note: This is a continuation of the 'Illusions' Story line, which I admit is murky at best. I posted the complete version, so read on from there.]

 

1

 

The aged scientist turns away from the scene.

He hesitantly switches off the monitor.

 

Just another day in the office.

He needs some coffee.

He pauses, wondering maybe-

 

Just maybe-

 

Jostein Gaarder was right.

 

Maybe.

 

Nah.

*

 

Am I alive?

 

You are still in the void that accumulates boredom to you.

There is darkness all around-

But then again-

You’re closing your eyes.

You know you’re dead.

This will be your purgatory and your heaven- depending on your view point.

But what if you simply willed?

 

So you try.

 

The now-cold lips upon you slowly pulse with life.

The muffles become existent.

The world slowly comes to life around you.

Music returns to your ears, the cheers all so obvious now-

 

You take the final step.

 

You open your eyes again.

 

Like coming out of water- the world returns to life.

The colours fill your eyes.

Luna slowly bats her eyes, gazing upon you.

Your mind slowly comes to work-

 

You realize.

 

You are indeed alive.

 

*

 

“God fucking dammit.”

 

You say, crossing your arms, slumping back to your seat.

Well, sort of a seat.

You’re actually on an open chariot, pulled by two guards.

You rest your back on the front wall of the chariot.

This might be a little dangerous.

 

“Don’t be so glum, Anon, we’re visiting Ponyville!” Twilight stands next to you, joyous.

“But I was-“

“I know what you were doing, it was sweet- but I need you with me.”

“And why is that?”

“You’re still my teacher.”

 

You suddenly hate the educational system.

All that years of study- leads to this.

Your very own education betrayed you.

You just couldn’t keep your smart ass shut.

 

You feel the breeze going through your face, across your ears, ruffling your hair, forcing up your nose…

So yes, your jimmies are rustled.

Luna didn’t seem too happy to see you go, but it was under Celestia’s orders.

 

Freaking Trollestia.

 

Soon, you saw the very same town you saw in your landing here.

Ponyville.

You take a deep breath.

It feels fresh.

Also, the guards need changing.

 

Once you land, you tip a guard with few bits- from the man-purse you got from Celestia.

She told you to use it in emergencies.

It was an emergency.

For the guard that is.

 

“You might want new armor.” You whisper to the guard, who blushes brightly.

 

You follow Twilight to her home- the tree-house.

It looks comfortable, homey, branch-ey.

Okay the last one was rubbish.

You have to duck a little to fit through the door, which were too short for you.

Inside, you have a bit of air-

And by ‘bit’ I mean an inch of space between you and the ceiling.

You sit by one of the bookracks, adjacent to the door.

You cross your legs, making yourself comfortable.

Twilight takes the stairs up, ruffling through items.

 

“Okay, I think you can fit in here, Anon.”

 

Go to the tree-house they said.

Go and enjoy your time in Ponyville, they said.

 

“I think you’re stuck, Anon.”

“YOU THINK?” You retort, flailing your legs, which were not quite through the opening.

“Hold on, I’ll get help.” Twilight mutters, running out.

 

Great.

 

As far as you can tell, you’re halfway through the opening.

You have your head, right arm, and upper torso through.

The rest- not so much.

You struggle, but no avail.

You give up and simply lay there.

 

“Hey, Twilight, I got those bread you wanted and- woah!” A voice comes from the first floor.

You can hear its tiny patter of feet go up the stairs, right under your legs.

“What is this?” He says, thinking.

Probably the meaning of life.

“Uhm.” You say.

“Woah!” He jumps. “You can talk.”

“Yes, I can also make pastry art and produce puppet shows.” You say, sarcastically.

“I think you need help.”

You sigh.

“I’ll be back.” The voice trails off.

 

Few minutes later, you hear another knock on the door.

“Hey Twi- you in? I was going to- woah!”

 

You sigh is discomfort.

This is going to be long day.

 

Sooner or later, Twilight shows up with quite a crowd.

“Okay everyone; let’s get Anon out of here.”

Twilight commands.

You feel several grasps by your legs and feet and some light tugging.

“We need more firepower.” Twilight ponders.

 

Yep, definitely a long day.

 

You try moving around, before realizing an object blocking your entry and exit.

From the pokes of it onto your rib, it is most likely a book.

You reach down slowly, and pop- goes the book.

And you as well, falling down the stairs to the six ponies.

You still clutch onto the book, dazed.

 

“Oh!” A little dragon comes over. “I was looking for that book.” He says snatching it away from you.

 

“But Anon, I need you to stay with me!” Twilight trails you.

“NO.” You turn.

“Well then, what’s your plan?” Twilight stands firm.

You think for a moment.

 

Oh yeah, you can summon anything you wanted.

Wonder if that works anymore.

 

Soon, you stand over a clearing over-looking Ponyville.

Some trees had to be cleared off, but this spot was perfect.

There was a road right next to your position, and the Apple family was only a minute away.

You stop looking over your awesome window and back to your awesome house.

It is two stories high, moderate size.

On the first floor, you have the kitchen.

Then a bathroom and a small living room.

 

WITH CHAIRS

 

Up the stairs, you have your bedroom and a bathroom.

There is a double bed in the middle end, with a night stand on one side.

On the other wall, you have an empty wardrobe.

 

You glance over the house.

 

Yep.

 

Looking over your wardrobe make you realize you never really changed during your visit here.

Dark jeans, a white shirt (with an accompanying skinny black tie) and a pair of old man’s shoes.

It was fine to you, but it felt strange wearing the same things over and over again.

It was quite funny, on how you kept it clean.

You didn’t.

Every day, it would have some smudge over it, a stain- sometimes blood stains over the shirt.

And every morning, a maid unicorn comes in, cleans it in a second and leaves.

 

Bloody pony magic.

 

Black magic, you tell yourself.

 

You decide it was high time you got some new clothes.

You’ll probably visit Rarity tomorrow.

You ponder on what possible problems you might encounter.

She seemed nice enough when she pulled your ass out.

 

You hear a knock.

 

You go down stairs, and answer.

You don’t notice anyone around, just an empty-

 

“Hey!” Pinkie calls from behind.

You turn to see her *this* close to you.

“You’re new in town, right?”

You nod.

“Great! I got a party just. For. You!”

“For me?”

“It’s a welcoming party! To feel you like a warmer cupcake!”

“I don’t even like-“

“It’s tomorrow at eight!”

Pinkie darts off.

Damn, she’s fast.

You have your own random episodes, but that’s only when you’re in the mood.

Pinkie, however, must have a stash of coke in her mane or something.

 

You shrug, it can’t be that bad.

 

You close the door, and sit on your SOFA.

 

THAT’S RIGHT, FURNITURE.

 

(It’s not really good, but still.)

 

SOFA.

 

You sit idly, smiling to yourself.

Until you hear another knock, you did not realize how autistic you are.

It’s Fluttershy.

 

“H-Hey, Anon.” She says shrinking.

“Uhm- Hi, Flutters.” You’re indifferent.

 

Could the stories ponies are whispering be true?

 

That would suck.

 

“I just like to welcome you to Ponyville and-“

“Hey! What the hay?” A voice rips from the skies.

 

Ohdeargodno.

 

Rainbow zips next to Fluttershy, as if protecting her from you.

“What do *you* want?” She asks, slowly pushing the un-wanting pony back.

You sigh.

“Well, what do YOU want?” You ask, annoyed.

God, you hate this prick.

“Stay away from Fluttershy, you jerk.” She spits the words, flying away with the yellow pony.

You come out.

 

You pick up a conveniently placed broom next to you.

 

“Hey! You left your stick up your ass!” You shout, throwing the broom out.

 

You slam the door, content.

 

And then you realize you need the broom tomorrow.

 

Of course, you could just create another one, but you don’t want to abuse your powers like that.

 

Fucking moralfag.

 

You slowly open your door again, zoom out, grab the broom, and go back in.

 

Today was a weird day.