[FR] Metal - Part 1

>As you drifted off to sleep, you hoped it wouldn't happen again.

>but it did of course

>you're standing in the same familiar field

>the grass sways even though there is no wind

>some birds flit by, without a sound

>you gingerly takes some steps forward

>the dirt is loose and soft beneath your foot

>a few more steps, and the metal slips, sending you careening towards the ground

>you don't have time to catch yourself and plow face first into the moist ground

>the first, and last thing you hear before waking up is a mysterious voice say "don't worry sweetie, I'll always be there to help you up"

 

You jolt awake in your bed

>third time this week you've had that dream

>maybe you should see a therapist or something

>could be post traumatic stress or something

>you disregard the therapist thought as you sit up, remembering your still laid off

>and unemployed...

>you swing your foot over the side of the bed, and reach down for the familiar cold metal appendage

>its been a month and a half since you lost your leg

>a month since you had took your neice out to the zoo

>and tried to cross the street during a less-trafficky time

>you still remember it like yesterday

>Allie stepping ahead of you

>yelling "come back, Allie!"

>the bus horn and the screeching of the breaks

>diving to push her out of the way

>the sickening crunch as your kneecap was shattered

>you shudder and try to think of other things, attaching the ball and socket joint on your prostetic leg

>you get up, ready to face the day

 

>your day goes by un-eventfully

>you get some breakfeast

>look in the job section of the newspaper

>nothing appealing

>head online

>nothing local

>head to lunch with your friend Katherine

>feel the embarrasment of having her pay because you don't have the money

>again

>go home and watch some TV

>browse facebook

>just generally do not a whole lot

>then you go to bed

>for some odd reason, you keep your leg on

>never tried sleeping with it on, and no one said not to

>you fall asleep

 

>what feels like moments later, you wake up

>you're in the field again, but you immediately can tell this dream is different

>you hear the birds chirping

>you feel the wind blowing the grass

>you take your first step carefully

>and then another

>now you're walking normal, no problem

>you take a minute to evaluate your surroundings

>a ways off, you see a dirt trail, and head for it

 

>as you tread lightly, still apprehensive of falling, you see something blue in the sky

>almost the same color as the sky

>a bird maybe?

>no, not a bird, much bigger than a large bird

>as it gets closer, you stare in disbelief and confusion

>it appeared to be a horse with wings

>its mane was a multitude of colors, like a rainbow

>you weren't sure what to do, but it was going to pass overhead any minute

>you decided why the fuck not? and gave a shout and a wave

>the horse (pony may be a better term, it was rather small) looked down

>its eyes grew comically large, and as its attention was fixed on you, it smacked into a tree

>you hurry over to wear it lay on the ground

>not knowing if it would respond in any way, you say half to yourself and half to it

Oh no, what've i done? Are you ok?

>you say it the way you would to an animal that can't understand english

>to your shock, unlike any animal you've ever met, it responds

>"Yeah, i'm fine, just a few scratches"

>you jump at her unexpected words

>"woah, I'm the scared one here! Remember, I crashed into that tree?"

>she smiles, and you awkwardly laugh, relaxing a little

>she speaks up

>"so if you don't mind me asking, uh, what are you? and what are you doing out here?"

>what am I?

Well, I'm Anon, and quite frankly i don't know what I'm doing out here. I just dreaming out here i guess

>she looks at you oddly

What?

>"dreaming? I don't know what you Anons call dreaming, but this ain't it. This is real"

 

>you decide not to argue with her when you see the gash on her leg

>even if this was a dream, you might as well help her

>you point to the blood on her leg and say

Are you sure your ok?

>"Oh! That is pretty bad. Listen, i have a friend who doesn't live far from here who takes care of animals. She can patch me up. Do you wanna come?

>You agree and she says

>shes really good with all sorts of wildlife, maybe she'll know more about Anons.

>as you walk over with her, you explain that your name is Anon, and that your a human

>you tell her what happened before you got here, and told her in general terms about earth

>she found it hard to beleive, but didn't question your truthfullness

>in return she told you where you were and about Equestria

>a place with talking ponys

>neat

>it was easy to keep pace, her limping and you shuffling along

>finally you reach a small cottage, and Rainbowdash (as her name was) raises a hoof to knock

>after a minute, a yellow pony with wings answers the door

>Rainbowdash explains the situation to the yellow pony, who she calls Fluttershy, and you two get introduced

>she stands aside in the doorway and says

>"come inside, Rainbowdash"