Fonz in Equestria

>Dayyyyy in Equestria.

>You are Anonymous.

>Three months ago, you landed in a strange new world populated by intelligent ponies.

>No way home.

>No shared culture.

>No one knowing who or what you are.

>And this is without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to you.

>Back on Earth, you had only one desire.

>To be Arthur Fonzarelli.

>You knew he was a character.

>It didn’t matter.

>You spent all your time practicing to be the Fonz.

>You attended parties as the Fonz.

>You were hired as a Fonz stand-in at parades.

>You even married people as Fonzy.

>But you knew you could never be the Fonz.

>No one could be the Fonz in a world that already idolized him.

>But Equestria was different.

>They had no idea who the Fonz was.

>And you were going to show them.

>

>Your greased hair shines in the sun as you pound away on your latest project.

>Well, your only project.

>A giant steel stallion, worthy of the Fonz.

>Unfortunately, it was currently just an enormous paperweight.

>Equestria had no need for internal combustion engines.

>No need for petroleum.

>No gas, no bike.

>But it still felt good to sit on.

“That’s enough for now.”

>Straddling the bike, you flip your sunglasses down and grin.

>This was the life.

>A soft purr interrupts your peaceful moment

>In the distance, a small plume of dust races towards you.

>“Hey!  Nonzy!”

“Scootaloo!  What’s up little filly?”

>She laughs as she stops on a dime.

>“Not too much.  I’m on my way to see the other Cutie Mark Crusaders.”

“Got a little time for the coolest cat in Ponyville?”

>“You know it!”

 

>She raps her hoof against the scooter, causing it to spin around behind her.

>And then poof, no scooter.

>She made you proud with that little move.

“You’ve been practicing I see.”

>She flashes you a grin.

>“Ayyyyy.”

>You both share a laugh.

>Scootaloo climbs up onto the bike and plops down in front of you.

>“Nonzy?”

“What’s up, squirt?”

>“Do you think I’ll ever get my cutie mark?”

>You frown a little and shrug.

“Well I don’t know too much about cutie marks, Scoots.  I suppose so.”

>“I really wonder sometimes.”

>You think for a moment, then pick the little Filly up and turn her to face you.

>“H-hey!  Nonzy!”

“Listen up, okay?”

>She frowns put nods a little.

“For a long time, I struggled to find my place, and then I found it here, somewhere I never even dreamed of.  Ponyville has been the nicest place I’ve ever met, and if I can live out my dream here, then I’m sure you’ll be able to find your cutie mark too.”

>Scootaloo is grinning.

>She wriggles out of your hands and launches herself at your neck.

>You feel her hooves tug tight around you, causing you to cough a little in surprise.

>“Nonzy, you’re the best!”

“You know it squirt.  Now get on to your friends, those cutie marks aren’t gonna find themselves.”

>Letting go of your neck, Scootaloo drops to the ground, and pulls the scooter from, well, you’re not sure where she keeps it.

>Another rap of the knuckles and she’s on board, wings revving up.

>“Stay cool, Nonzy.”

“Ayyyyy.”

>You wink, pointing your thumb and forefinger at the pegasus.

>The purring sound begins again as she speeds off into the distance.

 

>As you watch the dust settle, you are left with your thoughts.

>Bike work, while enjoyable, does not pay the bills.

>Maybe you could look for something in the teaching sector.

>Reach young minds.

>Look out for them

>Teach them the essence of cool.

>Smiling, you lean back on your bike.

>Yeah, that sounds like something Fonzy would do.