Title:           A Collabrative Effort to Stay Alive part 1-1- It Begins
Author:          smartmax5
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First Edit:      Sunday 26th of January 2014 09:31:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 26th of January 2014 09:31:22 PM CDT

>Be you.
>Your life is terrible.
>Student loans make life a hell.
>But that's what you get for taking only a bachelors degree course in psychology.
>You hated yourself for about a year, even considered suicide.
>Then you discovered ponies.
>A show about ponies prancing and singing about friendship
>How pathetic it sounds when you think about it,
>But it pulled you from depression so thats good with you
>You browse /mlp/
>the feels thread makes you cry, and ponka makes you happy
>Suddenly, you happen upon your favorite general
>Pony transformation
>You go into the thread
>Hmm some dude's having a OC competition
>Prize is a secret.
>Meh, you finished yours a couple of days ago
>You enter it
>Heh nice CAPTCHA
'You're DO0MD'
>You click submit and wait to see where it goes
>Refresh the thead
>You won! Nice one
'You will recieve your prize in the next week'
>Heh nice troll, you didn't submit any details
>Good to know you won though
>1 week later
>A knock on the door
>A rare occurrence, your friends talk online, only come over to play WUaH now and then
>You never get mail either
>Could be the landlady again
>nah
>You open the door and there's no1 there
>Darned kids
>You're only 25 yourself
>You notice the box on the floor
>Hello?
>Maybe the postguy is secretly
>Rainbow Dash
>You pick up the box and take it inside
>No return address
>Now you think of it, there isn't anything at all on it
>Best to leave it
>Yeah
>Don't open it
>Might be a weird BDSM toy or something
>Screw that.jpg
>You use your ninja anon powers of a knife to cut that shit open
>Woah
>No
>NONONONONONONO
>It's a pony plush, your pony plush, in all of her beauty, the tail and mane are exactly as you custom drew them the cutie mark, a pocket watch was just right.
>You know you shouldn't, but you take it out and suddenly feel drowsy
>The last thing you see before falling asleep is the note underneath
'Enjoy your prize'
 
>Your dreams have always been weird
>But this is fucking messed up
>You were in a field surrounded by ponies they all played around you, they pranced and pranced seemingly unaware of your presence, but they all had sadness in their eyes
>They danced around you with smiles
>They look so forced
>Then you can see their mouths moving
'Save us' They mouthed
>Slowly you see signs of torture, blood everywhere, not stopping
>You wonder whether you are being tortured too, your head is in pain so much pain
>Wait thats not normal
>You wake up and flail your brown arms around
>Wait, last you knew you were white
>You try to get the mud off
>You find it's not mud but your fur
>but your fur
>your fur
>fur
>FUCK
>Your rush to your computer
>Boot it up
>You find you can't use your fingers very well
>They're really awkward
>Only just get on to skype
>Three of your friends like PTFG as well, the may have 'got a prize' too
>Your friend's messages come up
'BRO I'M TURINING INTO A PONY' from Alex
'FUCKING PLUSHIE' from Johno
'GOT FUR ALL OVER MUH BODY' from Dave
>You form a group with them
>My place NOW
'k' Says them all
>30 Min's later
>I'ts awkward to stand on two legs now
>You've had two whole coffees to stop youself from falling asleep again
>You hear a knock on the door
'It's John'
>You Open the door
>Almost
>By this point you can't move your fingers out of a fist postion
>You end up using your teeth
>You let him inside
"So you 'Won a prize' too huh"
>Yeah.
"So what are we gonna do"
>That's why you're here
>We need to stay away from a dissection table, and society, together
"Dude that sounded so gay"
>sounded so gay
>so gay
>gay
>No way
>Hadn't thought of that
"Thought of what?"
>I'm gonna lose my pride and joy
"You mean to tell me you're becoming a girl"
>Yes
>Yes I am
>You feel sad
>You sob, you cry
>But you realize it's not your voice. Or at least not your normal voice
>It's that of a woman
>No
>You can't get all torn up about it
>Can you?
>No
>No you can't
"Nice horn by the way" John snaps you back to your senses
>He's obviously trying to distract you
>Wait Horn?
>Oh right
>Mind Blank was a unicon
>Thats probably the pain in the forehead
>Another knock on the door
"I'll get it"
>You hear the door opening
"Hey Johno"
"Hiya Dave"
>It's Dave then
>They're talking about something really quietly
>You can't tell what it is
>But you can guess
>Johno was always one of those really caring friends
>He's probably asking Dave not to talk about my voice
>You remember the voice now and it sends you into a sobbing fit
>You get a hold of yourself after a little while, and remember the coffee that you were supposed to make when the others started arriving
>You go about making four-
*Knock Knock Knock*
>-six cups of coffee
>Two for each of your probably drowsy like you became friends
>It's an odd process which involves a plate and the cups
>It's a balancing act
>Thank god for capsule coffee
>You take the coffees out to the rest of them
>Hi Dave, hey Alex
>Alex Yawns
"Hey Anon"
>I've got coffees to stay awake
>Two each
"Can't we just go to sleep and wake up and have it all be over" Dave points out
>No
"Why's that"
>Because we need to plan exactly how we're gonna fix this