- >you wake up on a bed, with the same killer headache as before
- >only instead of waking up to hard and cold wood, you're on a bed
- >a small one too
- >as you finally open your eyes, you're instantly blinded by the light shining through the window
- >fuck mornings
- >"hello there!" says an unknown voice that comes from the door
- > oh look, another horse.. wait. this one has a horn? they have horns too!?
- "umm.. hi.."
- >"You can talk! well, it's great to know that I won't have to be drawing pictures for us to talk"
- "Yeah.."
- >the purple horse starts walking to you
- >"my name's twilight sparkle! what's yours?"
- "My name's Anonymous, but you can call me anon for short."
- >why am I talking to horses.
- >TS: " I don't think i've seen you around these parts before."
- "that's because i'm not from around here.."
- >in fact, you're not even sure where HERE is
- "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, where am I? I've never seen such a colorful town before, and i've been all over the world. At least, my world."
- >TS:"I'll try my best to explain it to you. We live in a land called Equestria. Where we are now, is called p0nyville.
- This is my house, the library, and I'm twilight, the librarian. I have a few friends that live here too, but I could introduce them to you later. You've already met on of them, her name is Pinkie and she is rea-"
- >her speech is cut short
- >TS:"Anon! Your nose! it's bleeding!"
- >you reach a hand up to your lip, and then inspect your finger tips
- >sure enough, there are ruby stains covering them
- "I'm fine. This sort of thing happens."
- >TS:"Let me get you something to clean that up with"
- >and with those words, she departs deeper into the tree
- >you take this time to look around and inspect your surroundings
- >it's definitely a library, since there are scattered books all over the place
- >and theres an even smaller bed sitting next to the one you're laying in
- >Twilight might have some sort of pet
- >you chuckle at the thought of a horse having a pet
- >you hear her voice from another room
- >it sounds off
- >quiet
- >deep
- >distorted
- >you feel funny, and your head starts to spin
- >you can't quite understand what she's saying anymore
- >the soft and loving embrace of warm sleep welcomes you into it's grasp
- >and you lovingly accept it
- >who knows where you'll wake up next
- >but hopefully it's home
- >you wake up again, and struggle to keep your eyes open
- >the sun is hitting you directly in the face
- >you notice the small purple horse laying at the end of the bed peacefully reading a book
- >you stay still for a few moments, hoping not to disturb her
- "Have I told you how much I fucking hate the sun." you say out loud
- >you don't get a reaction, which you were hoping would spark up a conversation
- >you sit up and look at twilight, who looks like you just shot her mother
- >was it something you said?
- >TS:"what.. did you say?"
- >oh no
- "I just expressed my opinion on the sun and how it ruins my mornings."
- >she just stares at you in disbelief
- >TS:"You say you're new here, that you've never seen anything like Equestria right?
- "yeah.."
- >TS:"Then it'd be best if you kept that kind of language down. especially when you mention the princess
- >the princess?
- "The princess?"
- >TS:"that's right, I haven't even told you about Celestia and Luna yet. Celestia and luna are..."
- >she goes into a deep discussion that goes on for the better part of an afternoon explaining their form of equine government
- >TS:"and that's why you should keep that tone down."
- >so what she just said, is that you casually insulted her god
- "I-i'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't mean to offend."
- >TS:"It's fine, just don't do it again. Come on, we're gonna go out into the town and introduce you."
- >town
- >you, a druggie, is going to be introduced to an area full of pastel p0nies
- >you didn't have much human interaction in these past few years
- >you wonder what it'll be like to have conversations again
- >you wonder if you can make friends again
- >you wonder if anyone here deals pot
- >you wonder if narcotics even exist in this world
- >you shiver at the thought of it
- >of not being able to shove yourself into the sweet delusion of a blissful afternoon
- >that'll be the first thing on your list

