Title: New Beginnings: Default Author: Crazyjabberwock Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/2kZXHFWn First Edit: Monday 19th of August 2013 12:27:26 AM CDT Last Edit: Monday 19th of August 2013 12:27:26 AM CDT >Finally have life sorted out, promising job, my own home to live in, independence >and it's being robbed from me by a FUCKING BANANA PEEL in a FUCKING STARE WELL!!!!!! >Arms broken, ribs cracked, Cant feel any pain, Shock? >Try to lift head >*CRUUUCCKCKC* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! >oh wonderful! It’s not shock, my neck is broken too! >and I feel something warm and wet pooling around my head >I'm dying, never to see my friends or family ever again, all because some moron decided to litter >vision blurring, eyelids heavy, thoughts becoming shatner-ian and sluggish >NO! can't fall asleep, wouldn't wake up.... >need to.. hold..... on..... >contrary to popular depiction it seems that death is not a cold grip, but more of a warm embrace >it's dark, but like the kind of dark on a summer night, very relaxing, thoughts still sluggish, time is a blurring together, I can hear and feel my heartbeat, oddly healthy >suddenly notice, something, I can feel another heartbeat, all around me >God is that you? >again, thoughts are still sluggish, and time is bleeding together >not sure when I realized it, but the space I'm in is finite and shrinking >after an eternity and feeling like I'm about to go mad from confinement, I feel a push from all directions, it repeats, in synch with the heartbeat that had kept me soothed and sane all this time >I see a light, it seems my trek to the other side is almost finished >Having accepted my fate I try with all my might to reach that light >The light is blinding and kind of cold actually >But I emerge, it feels like my (after?)life depends on it >still can't see anything, feel myself being lifted up by nothing >and feel a hard slamming sensation on my rear >my body(soul?) is beyond sensitive, I cry out, vision clearing >my eyes are adjusting, I see, a hospital? Why does everything look like a cartoon? >"Congratulations, a healthy Unicorn" I hear a voice say >what? >vision sharpens more, I see in the place of arms, a pair of miniscule hooves >what?! >the Doctor, levitates me over towards where I just came from, to a Pony sitting on a hospital bed >she looks tired as hell, but is beaming with joy at the sight of me, eagerly taking me in her arms(?) >look around, see more ponies, more animated looking composition, more things that make me think I'm having some kind of coma dream >WHAT!!? >a male walks in, and embraces the woman holding me >honey, she's beautiful >wait, she? >what. >I'm panicking right now, having an existential meltdown in my head, can't vocalize beyond simple grunts and cries, flailing about. >"I think she's hungry" >I'm not hungry I'm having a panic attack I'm not your daughter I'M- >Nipple, Milk, Food, Yummy, Good.... Sleepy.... >I re-awaken in the home of my "new" parents, in a crib, it's quiet, there is a mobile over my head >with little else to do I take this chance to think now that I'm not panicking >some time later after I've gotten my bearings, thoughts STILL Slowed down for some reason >okay so, existential confirmations >Souls Exist >Reincarnation Exists >and alternate universes Exist >also I seem to be a Unicorn filly born to a Male unicorn and Female Pegasus >my brain is full of All of the Fuck right now >as I collect my thoughts I realize, all that time from the moment I shut my eyes in the stairwell, was me in the womb, in a way the sluggish thought process probably kept me from going crazy >was still wondering why it took my so long to form my thoughts right now >Oh no, I'm an infant, that means I have an infant's brain, with all my adult memories and ideas, like trying to play a current gen game on a 95 >I have a fresh start, but I have to grow up all over again >learn to walk and talk again, the rigors of potty training, growing my teeth, I really hope I don't need braces this time, and Oh god, puberty again >as a girl >as a girl horse >I want to get off the ride... >it's been a couple weeks since then, a nice upper story apartment in Manehattan is my new home >The New Parents are mercifully not subjecting me to baby talk, they seem relieved at how little I cry, glad I have other means of signaling them >they have taken notice, I'll need to pace myself, don't want to seem too smart >New Mom is a delivery mare, and New Dad runs a small but successful restaurant >it serves Hot Dogs, Thank god I'm still an omnivore! >also walking was much easier than expected, I'm bounding about and only using a stroller when I’m tired, which is more often than I keep expecting. >I suspect magic will take longer, and I have Cutie marks to worry about >as much as I hate the show, I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be Stewie >managed talking a year in >regained continence shortly after (THANK GOD) >trying to hang on to memories, start writing as much of old life as possible into a journal as soon as I work out even basic writing >New Life not bad, Dad's kind of a hardass but plays as hard as he works, Mom seems to love my "Tomboy" Streak >Year 4 >School go's well, after growing into my new brain my mind is as sharp as the day I fell >my overqualified smarts are offset by my laziness, and issues being patronized >it's said that my cravings for independence have made me seem anti-social >naturally I can't relate to classmates very well, I'm constantly talking to teachers instead >casually doodling stuff from my world's media >everyp0ny thinks it's original >hehehehehe >Year 10 >Rookie Author of many "Original" Stories >I seem to have single hoofedly founded Sci-Fi in Equestria at the "Humble age of Ten" >Mild fame, but not considered abnormal beyond my alleged creativity >Year 12 >Cutie Mark earned >it is a Camp Fire, with a pen drawing symbols into it >I guess it symbolizes the passing down of stories and stuff >Basically a nice way of saying my talent is plagiarism >introducing Superhero comics to equestria, my magic gives me perfect pen dexterity >I will have a monopoly on Marvel, DC and all the other big name heros! >mwuahahahahahaha!   >year 14 >freshman year of high school starts >have a couple friends, nothing too fancy >first heat, is torture..... >I still like girls, but no matter what I do, Boys invade my thoughts >and dreams >dirty dreams >currently having a crisis of orientation >I cant come out to Mom and Dad that I'm turning Strait! >year 15 >New Sibling on the way >loaded from author work >with all these bits, there is little I can't get >which has become a problem >I recently realized that a good chunk of my "friends" are just hanging out with me because I have dosh >and because I'm a "hot piece of flank" >yes both Fillies and Colts have given this compliment >I'm in desperate need for a real emotional connection >One Month later, I meet a unicorn girl from Las Pegasus >contrary to the name it is not a pegasus dominated city >it also seems my works have not spread out that far yet >she doesn't recognize me >she's also open minded.... >date arranged, quiet picnic in local park >date with Blue Bell (yes that's her name) is going well >eventually bring up the author thing, she seems more interested in me as a person, likes dislikes, hobbies etc. >I babble on, becoming a nervous wreck >I fear eventually turning my Cutie Mark into a plate of pasta at this rate >she laughs >FUCK, She thinks I’m a loser! >never mind, she just thought my flailing was funny >we enjoy the company, not needing to say much >before we part, she kisses my horn... >for reference those are very sensitive, as a fellow unicorn she would know this, she must REALLY like me, or she's in heat.