>you are Anon
>you are a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is magic
>have been for a while
>you frequent a messageboard called 4chan.org/mlp/
>you see some cute pictures of tiny bat ponies
>you have heard of tulpas, but have dismissed them as wishful thinking
>you research it a bit, out of curiosity
>you become enamored with the concept
>one day, you decide to try it out. "What's there to lose?"
>three weeks of hard focus and concentration go by
>you reach out your hand, palms up, eyes closed
>you visualize your mini bat pony landing on your hand
>you feel four tiny hooves in your palm
>you smile, but you cannot break concentration
>slowly, you close your hand
>your fingers slide along velvety soft fur, and even softer wings
>your heart rate increases
>anxious, you peek your eye open to see a circle of black mist around your hand
>out of shock, you jerk your hand out of the dark cloud
>the miasma dissipates in front of your eyes
>you suddenly feel movement in your hand
>you look
>your heart leaps when you see a miniature bat pony staring up at you with bright yellow eyes
>she has a perplexed look on her face as her head tilts, inspecting the giant before her
>thousands of thoughts race through your mind as she plops her plot playfully in your palm and smiles
>you attempt to speak, but are speechless
>”Hello, master!” she cries gleefully in a tiny yet easily heard voice
>your heart stops
>never in your wildest dreams did you imagine a tulpa could be so realistic
>you are so excited that your hand begins to shake
>the mini bat pony rides the vibrations humorously, making a cute “whu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh” sound
>you can’t help but smile as you set her on your desk
>she happily trots about the top, inspecting the various bits and bobs scattered across before stopping and looking up at you
>”Well? Don’t you speak, master?” she asks
”Um, yeah…” you manage to get out
>”Delightful!”
“So, uh, what’s your name?”
>“I am yours, master. You may call me whatever you desire.”
“Hmm…” you think, examining the tiny figure in front of you
>she stood only about three and a half inches tall
>her coat was a dark grey
>deep violet mane cut short and styled messy
>a blank flank, atop which sprouted a deep violet tail
>and of course, her piercing, bright yellow eyes
“Wait, I imagined you with light blue hair and amber eyes…”
>you understood in your research that the tulpa was created entirely in your mind and would be exactly as you had designed in your head
>”Imagined?” she asks, confused, “I am sorry to disappoint, master. I understood that the summoning process is completely random…”
“’Summoning?!’
>you feel a twinge of fear creep down your spine as your mind fills with questions
>”Yes, master. You summoned me and I am here to fulfill your every desire.”
”Wh-what do you mean ‘summoned’? I-I focused for like…three weeks to create a tulpa to have as a companion-“
>”Tulpa? I’m sorry, master. I have never heard the term before.”
>you sit deep in thought as she surveys her surrounding, tail waving side to side
“So,” you finally speak, “do a lot of people summon you bat ponies?”
>”In our world, we live our lives as normal as any pony does. We are told that our world is a lower level of existence and that one day we will be summoned by a master in a higher plain to serve them until the end of their days. I am elated that my time has finally come! I am so happy to finally meet you, master!”
>she flies up and kisses the end of your nose
”You said the summoning was random…then how is it that I wanted a mini bat pony and, by chance, got you?
>”Am I miniature? I’m sorry, master; I thought you were a giant. It is evident that our two worlds vary greatly in size. Or, perhaps your will shrank me to accommodate your expectations.”
“I guess that makes sense…Wait, you lived a normal life before…this happened. What was your name? What did you do?”
>”My ‘name?’ I…cannot remember. I do recall that our names are merely labels among other ponies. Our true name is that which is given to us by our master upon “ascending”. As for what I did, I was a night guard within Canterlot. I patrolled the streets to ensure safety whilst the townsfolk slept.”
”Like a security guard?”
>she nods
”Hmm…Securita…no…Secura…mmm, too much like Zecora…”
>you again notice her violet mane
>you smile
“I think I got it…Amethyst.”
>”Amethyst.” She repeats proudly. “Delightful!”
“I’ll call you ‘Amy’ for…” you laugh to yourself, “…short.”