>Be Anon.
>Be asleep.
>You're having a lovely dream of running in a field of flowers.
>Not skipping, though. You were no faggot...
>Hopefully...
>There's a redheaded woman at the end of your destination blowing on a dandelion.
>Definitely not a faggot.
>She turns to you.
>It's Roxanne, but human.
>Who would actually want to fuck an animal, am I right, boys?!
>...
>(Ahem)
>She gives you the bedroom eyes.
>ohfug.jpg
>"Please be gentle."
"Only at first."
>Her giggling could give you life beyond death.
>Suddenly, a roar could be heard in the distance.
>wat
>Another roar, but closer.
>Wait...
>It's coming from the real world.
>dream_simulation.exe terminated
>You open your eyes.
>It feels like the first time you've opened them in a while.
>Blink a few times.
>Blink some more.
>Fuck it: you needed to wash your eyes.
>Get out of bed.
>... Where's the bed?
>You jolt up.
>Your body slightly itches, almost as if you slept on grass or somet-
>Son of a bitch!
>You get up, and look around.
>You are surrounded by nature.
>The wilderness is thick enough to block the sun, if it's even shining right now.
>Wait, how can you see anything without light?
>No time to quibble over logic, as another roar could be heard. Perhaps a bear?
>It sounded like it was in pain this time.
>You almost want to help it out, but you remember that it might be a FUCKING BEAR!
>Instead, you look around to find a way out of this dark, jaded scenery.
>You see a path, and one end seems to get brighter in the distance.
>The exact direction the roar was coming from.
>Guess you don't have a choice really.
>You reluctantly walk towards the path, your vision at full capacity at this point.
>You can't help but ponder about your current whereabouts.
>Where about are you?
>Rimshot.wav
>You don't remember going camping.
>You remember last being on your computer, playing games and mast-
>Your flashback is interrupted by what sounds like a... whimper (?)... this time.
>It sounded like it came from the same creature.
>You're not sure if a bear could even whimper.
>Still, you are getting closer to its source, as you reach the end of the path.
>It is definitely mourning. You can tell by your eyes disintegrating from their sockets, no thanks to the blinding force of the outside world.
>As your vision adjusts, you suddenly realize something you should have thought of as you left the forest.
>Why would a bear be out of the woods?
>This question is important because on your right, is a bear being trampled by a... yellow and pink pony?
>Wait, is the horse... massaging the bear?
>You pinch your arm.
>You're not good at pinching yourself, so you choose to slap your face.
>Ow...
>You're an idiot, but you're definitely awake.
>Your slap was loud enough to gain the attention of the animals.
>The horse reacts more than the bear.
>She eeps and gets behind the bear.
>Hold on, did it just "eep"ed?
>You must be imagining that... amongst everything else thus far.
>Again, you're an idiot.
>Still, you decide to try to talk to the horse.
>Maybe it can talk.
"H-hello."
>"EEP!!!"
>Maybe not.
>The pony grabs the bear and takes it with it into a house.
>You never thought that you would see that in your lifetime.
>You also never thought to notice the house that was near them.
>Maybe there is someone in there who could help you out.
>Maybe a wizard, or maybe Mother Nature herself.
>Living at the entrance of a luscious forest, it seems legit.
>You head to the front door and proceed to knock.
>Knock Knock Knock
>You barely make-out a squeak from the other side of the door.
>Other than that, no answer.
>If you can hear what's inside, maybe they can hear you outside.
>You might not be an idiot after all.
HELLO!?!
>You knock louder as you yell.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM!!! I NEED ANSWERS!!! I NEED... to go home.
>You look back at your life thus far.
>You are in your mid twenties, working as a cubicle monkey, with dashed dreams of working in the entertainment business, living in a one bedroom apartment, alone.
>Or at least you were.
>Now, though, you are in a new location; perhaps a new start, even.
>Do you really wanna go back?
>There's massage-giving ponies with wings, perhaps civilization not far from where yo-
>WINGS!?!
>How did you not realize this before?
>How could you even process that?
>"g-g-g-go away..."
>A response!
>A feminine response.
>Please tell yourself that wasn't coming from the horse.
>You just need some reassurance, is all.
"Please! I really need your help! I didn't mean to disturb your animals! I really need another human to talk to!"
>"human? what is that?"
>No.
>No!
>NO!!!
>This is NOT happening right now.
>It can't be.
>As if on autopilot, you walk away from the door and go... somewhere... anywhere...
>You cross a bridge, not that it matters to you right now.
>Do humans just not exist?
>You hear screams near you.
>More little horses.
>Great.
>There must have been at least five of them, and some were flying.
>You think you may have seen a horn or two, but you're panicking with them.
>"MONSTER!!!", one of them screams at the top her lungs.
>... You're not a monster.
"I'm not a monster."
>"It talks!", another one says.
>"RUN!!!", the first one yells again.
"No wait, I'm lost! I don't know where I-"
>The horses run away as you try to explain yourself.
"... am..."
>There really are no humans here.
>But you're here.
>So this must be what Lady Amalthea felt when she learned she was the last unicorn.
>But she was immortal, and you weren't.
>Oh your God, you're going to die!
>You don't want to die.
>No one does.
>Especially not alone.
>Regaining your body movements, you decide to run in the ponies' direction.
>There must be a town nearby, even if it's just filled the technicolored equines.
>As you run, you can't help but think of the Last Unicorn again.
>It was your favorite book growing up.
>You remember watching it since you were about... niane.
>You were astonished to learn that it was based off a book.
>It was the first novel you ever read from start to finish.
>You were inspired for a while to try to become a director and adapt other books into movies.
>Unfortunately, making the movies you wanted was expensive.
>You also tried to be an actor, a screenwriter, an author, a songwriter, and a poet. But it was hard to find a job as any of them.
>Not to mention your practically nonexistent self-esteem.
>You were also a decent singer, but you never thought you were good enough to do it professionally.
>You never thought you were good enough for most things in life.
>You had dreams, once upon a time.
>Unfortunately, they did not live happily ever after.
>But that was another story.
>You seem to be in a new one now.
>Perhaps this could be your opportunity to make your dreams come true.
>Perhaps you were brought here for a reason.
>Perhaps you could continue to hear your own thoughts if there wasn't so much screaming.
>Oh yeah, you were in the middle of running.
>You stop running and find yourself in the middle of a stampede.
>That is to say, you are in the center of town while ponies around you are running away from you.
>Of course.
"Wait, stop! I just-"
>More panicking, more running (and flying in some cases), more isolation.
"If I could just grab your attention fo-"
>Most of them are already in their homes, locking their doors and windows.
>You definitely saw some unicorns.
>This feels incredibly ironic to you, but you don't seem to care at the moment.
"I'm not a monster! I don't wanna hurt you!"
>The screams are fading fast.
>Through one of the few open windows, you can see a horse holding what looks to be their child.
"Please! Somebody, HELP ME!!!"
>You hear only the echoes of your scream.
>You look around.
>All signs of life that existed mere seconds ago...
>Gone.
>You're going to die alone here.
>There's not a damn thing you could do to stop it.
>Not like it would've ended much differently back at home.
>...
>No.
>You refuse to die alone.
>If Lady Amalthea could handle it, then so can you.
>But what can you do?
>If there's no other human out here, then how can your species survive?
>Maybe you are meant to die alone.
>You find a pole nearby and decide to sit behind it.
>If there are no humans left, then no one can call you a faggot for crying, right?
>Oh no, it's raining.
>... Make that a monsoon.
>You are the last of your kind, you are monster to everyone...pony else, and you are alone.
>"Hey, Mister! Why ya crying?"
>You look to the source of the voice, only to find a cute, little foal with a ribbon on the top of her... mane?
>You were never good with anatomy.
>Don't be a little bitch now. Say something!
"I'm..."
>*Sniffle*
"I don't where I am, and I think... I might be the only one of my kind left."
>The pony gazes at you with great concentration.
>"You don't look like a monster to me. Ya look more like a monkey."
>Monkey?
>They exist here, but humans don't?
"Actually, I'm a human."
>"Hyoo-min? Never heard of them."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that."
"Uhh...
>Whew! Is it awkward out here, or is it just me?
"So, where am I?"
>"You're in Ponyville!"
>Ponyville?
>That is the laziest name you can think of.
>You can't help but chuckle.
>"What's so funny?"
"Sorry, but as far as I know, my kind never had a town called 'humanville'. It's kind of redundant, isn't it?"
>The little pony starts to giggle.
>"I guess you have a point there."
>You both share a laugh before eventually calming down.
>"What's 'ri-dun-dunt'?"
"It's kind of another way of saying 'unnecessary'."
>"Got'cha..."
>Back to the awkward silence.
"Um... So, what's your name?"
>"I'm Applebloom!"
>She beams with pride.
>"What's yours?"
"Oh, my name's..."
>You had a name back home, just like everybody.
>But this is a new world.
>It's a new start.
>It's alive with the beating of young hearts.
"Well, since I'm the only one of my kind, it kinda doesn't matter what my name is."
>"But, everypony needs a name."
>Fair point.
"Consider me... 'Anonymous'."
>"Ay-nah-nee-moos? You shore know a bunch of 20 bit words, don'tcha?"
>Bit?
>Must be their currency here.
"I guess I do. I always did want to be a writer."
>Applebloom gasps.
>"A writer? Like a storyteller?"
"Yeah, something like that."
>This little pony is reminiscent of a child in the middle of a sugar rush with how giddy she is.
>"Tell me a story!"
>Right now?
>You never finished the stories you wrote.
>At least, the ones you can remember.
>But maybe they don't know about human stories here?
>You wonder...
"There was this story I knew back at home. But it's kind of a long one."
>"Then tell me a short version of it."
>It's kind of a complex story.
>You're not sure you could shorten it.
>Think, think, think...
>...
>BRAINBLAST!!!
"I suppose I could tell it through song."
>"That'll work."
>It's been a while since you sung.
>Here goes nothing...
"When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain..."
"And the last lion roars..."
>You imitate a lion's roar, causing her to giggle.
"At the last dusty fountain..."
"In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn..."
>Your voice isn't as bad as you thought it would be.
>If anything, it's... better?
"They will stare unbelieving at the Last Unicorn."
>Is it getting chilly all of a sudden?
>You notice Applebloom is shaking.
"Um... you should probably find someplace warm to go to."
>"But... what about you?"
"I don't think you're parents would be thrilled to know I'm talking to you, let alone invite me over."
>She solemnly looks down.
>"My folks are gone."
>Ouch.
>Right in the feels.
>Nice one, dick.
"You mean you're all alone out here?"
>"Well, Ah got a brother and a sister and a granny and..."
>She's listing off every member of her family tree still alive.
>You should probably interrupt her.
>"Applebloom!"
>Whoa! Good timing.
>"Stay away from that monster!"
>You see an orange filly with a stetson looking like she's about to tackle you.
>Oh, wait, I think she might actually be trying to tack-
>Oof!
>You are on the ground in a fetal position tending to your kneecaps.
>(Insert Family Guy running joke here)
>Son of a BITCH, did that hurt.
>"But sis, he's not a monster. He's just lost."
>The stetson pony, who is now your greatest fear at the moment, turns to Applebloom to pick her up.
>"Now, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?"
>"I thought you only meant pony strangers."
>Against your better judgment, you try to get yourself back up.
>"I meant any kind of stranger."
>To prove a point, she turns to you again t-
>Oof!
>You may end up developing a psychological fear of cowboy hats one day.
>But for now, you are on the floor again, rubbing your kneecaps.
>"C'mon, Applebloom, let's get'cha home where it's safe."
>She grabs Applebloom by her mouth.
>"But I don't want Aynoner... Anoomerous... Anon to die."
>Applejack spits out her little sister.
>"What do you mean die?"
>The clouds in the sky come together to form a cumulonimbus.
>You could start to see your own breath if you didn't have your eyes shut from the pain.
>"That's what he said before he started crying like a baby."
>You are not a goddamn baby.
>Manly tears are falling out from your sockets.
>... From the pain of course.
>Yeah.
>"He says he's a 'hyoomin'. Do you know about them?"
>Applejack looks back at you with concerned curiosity.
>"They don't exist, as far as I know."
>When it rains, it pours.
>Speaking of pour, it starts to rain.
>You open your eyes and look up.
>This is the whitest rain you've ever seen.
>No wait, that's snow. Idiot.
>"Maybe he's not from here. What if he's the last of his kind? Can we really just leave him here to die out in the snow, sis?"
>"Snow?"
>Applejack looks up at the clouds and finds that snow is indeed falling.
>You try to get back up while she is distracted. This time, using the pole as a shield/crutch.
>"B-but the weather d-d-didn't call for no s-snow."
>She's cold, just like you and Applebloom.
>You are wearing only a t-shirt, and pajama pants.
>Perhaps you're gonna die sooner than you thought with the current climate.
>"We ought'a get going now, Applebloom."
>She turns to you again.
>God, not yet! You're too youn-
>*sigh* "If I catch you with your mouth anywhere near my sister, I will not hesitate to buck you senseless. Got it?"
>You may have peed your pants a little.
>Nope, your dick is practically nonexistent to have anything come out.
>If you weren't afraid, you would laugh at how her threat would have a double-meaning.
>Oh right, talk.
"C-c-crystal clear."
>She gestures with her neck for you to follow her.
>You wish you had sock on or something.
>Walking barefoot for what seemed like a half-hour was torture to you.
>You think you would rather have Applejack tackle you again.
>Your wish is half granted, as you trip on rugged dirt and land on your kneecaps.
>You are hating your new life so much right now.
>Outside of Applejack having a laughing fit for a bit, the walk is pretty silent.
>Good thing Applebloom was allowed to walk on her own this time. You wouldn't want the poor foal to get hurt.
>Speaking of, she looks back at you with a smile every once in a while.
>You can't help but smile back every time.
>More silence for a few more minutes.
>"So where ya from?"
>You snapped your attention to Applejack.
"What? Oh, I'm from America."
>"Never heard of it."
"The United States of America?"
>"Nnnope."
"North America?"
>"Nnnope."
>Fucking...
"Earth?"
>"Nnnope"
>Okay, either you're in another dimension, in another universe, in another timeline, or an alien.
>That's actually kind of cool.
"Huh, then I guess I'm not from this world."
>Applebloom gets starry-eyed.
>You swear you may have actually seen stars in her eyes.
>"So does that make you an alien!?"
>Applebloom is best pony.
"I suppose it does."
>You let her imagination run wild as you turn back to Applejack.
>She is not amused.
>'Please don't hurt me.'
>"So I take it these hyoomins live on this... Earth?"
"Yes, we are technically the dominant species."
>If you don't count ants or roaches, those fuckers.
>"So how'd you get here?"
>Isn't that the million dollar question.
"I don't know. One minute I was sleeping, the next I suddenly woke up in a forest after hearing bear growls."
>You leave out the massaging pony for now.
>Seriously, what the fuck?
>"You must've been awfully scared."
"I was, especially since it came the from outside the woods."
>She stops.
>You internally panic.
>She turns.
>Not the stetson, mommy!
>"Did you see a pegasus near this bear?"
>Pegasus?
>Think back to the Hercules movie.
>The horse with wings.
>The butter pony has wings.
>Pony wings = Pegasus
>... Oh no...
>Your life suddenly flashes before your eyes.
>You really didn't want to be reminded of your junior high days.
"... Yes?"
>She stares you down.
>"What happened to her?"
>You back away slowly.
"She grabbed her bear friend and flew into a house. She wouldn't answer the door, I swear!"
>She continues to gaze you down.
>You protect your kneecaps with your life.
>Applebloom looks worried.
>"All right, I believe you."
>Applejack turns around and continues walking.
>wat.jpg
"Y-you do? Just like that?"
>"I know you ain't lying to me. I'm just glad Fluttershy's safe."
>Fluttershy?
>Fitting name.
>You dare not think what would happen to you if you did lie.
>The three of you continue to walk.
>The greens around are slowly being whited-out by the frozen, falling water.
"Whew! Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?"
>You say that sarcastically.
>"If this is lovely weather to you, I'd hate to see terrible weather."
>I guess she doesn't get sarcasm.
>Or maybe you're bad at being sarcastic.
>Either way...
"Spontaneous weather happens all the time where I'm from. Especially in other places on Earth, like Florida."
>You remember hearing about that week-long cold front, followed by high 80 degree weather.
>God, Florida is weird.
>Unlike your home of-
>"Spontaneous weather? You mean you don't control the weather?"
>You can't help but chuckle in the cold.
"How could we? It's impossible."
>She turns to you with a face that says 'you're a heretic'.
>By the gods.
>Applejack was about to say something when her sister pipes up.
>"Ooh! We're home!"
>She runs past the gates.
>You read the sign on top.
>'Sweet Apple Acres'
>Cute name.
>Especially compared to 'Ponyville'.
>You see rows of apple trees as far as the eye could see.
>The snow covering the top of the trees kind of remind you of candied apples.
>They look good enough to eat.
>Applejack sees you eying her prides and joys.
>"I take it you like apples?"
>They weren't your favorite fruit, but you haven't eaten since you got here.
"Mhmm."
>She smirks at you.
>"You may come from a weird place, but you're alright, Anon."
>She thinks for a brief second.
>"That is your name, right?"
"Well, it's short for 'Anonymous', yes."
>"Anonymous? I like it. It suits you."
>You're not blushing, I'm blushing!
>Wait...
>You both approach the front porch.
>There's an elder pony sleeping in a rocking chair.
>Wait, how does that work?
>This world is strange.
>Maybe you are in Florida, for all you know.
>Applejack stops you.
>"Wait here for a sec. Don't wanna start a panic now."
>Fair point.
>You just wish you didn't have to wait in the middle of the snow.
>After being called a monster again and a quick talking to from Applejack, you're invited into their home.
>Warmth! How I missed you so!
>You look around.
>There's pictures of family members everywhere.
>At least you think they are family members.
>It would be mighty silly otherwise.
>Damn it, you're talking like them now!
>There's also apple themed... everything.
>You're amazed the house wasn't made of apples.
>But this isn't Diet Hansel and Gretel.
>"Hungry, Anon?"
>You turn to Applejack who takes out an apple pie from the fridge with her mouth.
>You'll probably be fine from horse mouth germs, right?
"Yes, ma'am."
>"Call me Applejack, sugarcube."
>Sugarcube...
>God damn it, you're blushing again!
>She hands... mouths you a slice of apple pie.
>Luckily, her mouth is on the plate.
"Thank-you, Applejack."
>She sure got friendly all of a sudden.
>You take a bite out of the pie.
>It's the most glorious thing you ever tasted.
>Once you finish your slice (ever so slowly, of course) and are greeted by a tackle from what you later learn is Big Macintosh, you lay down on a sofa waiting for the pain to go away.
>Big Mac definitely hits harder than Applejack.
>He eyes you with genuine concern now, but says nothing.
>You'll soon learn that silence is his favorite past time.
>The snow outside seems to have stopped for the moment.
>Granny Smith looks displeased.
>"The crops are ruined for the rest of the season."
>Applejack looks outside.
>"The apples seem unaffected by the trees, oddly enough."
>"Eeyup"
>Granny Smith looks to you.
>"Might be an omen."
"How so?"
>"Well, you show up out of nowhere and suddenly it starts snowing when the forecast said otherwise."
"Maybe the report was just wrong. Happens all the time where I'm from."
>All but Applebloom turn to you with incredulous looks on their faces.
"I take it that doesn't happen here."
>"Rarely, but I don't think that's the strange part Granny Smith's referring to."
>You're curious now.
"What is the strange part?"
>"Why in Sam Hill would it snow in the summer!?"
>Summer? It was winter back at home.
>Maybe you're in the south of this world.
"Are you sure? It was January back home."
>"Eeyup."
>"Well, it's June here, sugarcube."
>You mentally cross out 'alternate timeline' from your list possibilities.
>At least you can find solace in the fact that they follow the Gregorian calendar.
>Applebloom looks at you with worry written all over.
>"You're not behind all this, are you Anon?"
"Of course not, Bloomer."
>You mess with her hair a bit.
>She seems conflicted with your petting.
"I wouldn't even know how to cause all of that."
>Granny is the first to retort.
>"Easy, magic."
>You can't help but burst out laughing.
>Applejack glares at you, forcing you to stop laughing.
*ahem* "What I meant to say was that magic doesn't exist. At least, where not I'm from."
>Their jaws collectively drop to the point of Big Mac dropping the wheat he was chewing.
>"No magic?"
>Applebloom's face resembles a child being told for the first time that Santa Claus isn't real.
>Granny Smith does not allow such intolerance in this house.
>"Now you see here! Us earth ponies may not be capable of magic, but magic is as real as you and me!"
>Well, you at least.
"I'm sorry."
>It was all that you can say.
>Applejack joins you on the couch.
>"Maybe you don't have magic at your home, like you say. But that don't mean you might not have any magic in you."
>She puts her hoof on your shoulder.
>"Maybe you can get all this snow to disappear?"
>That would mean you would be a magician.
>A magician... like Schmendrick.
"Okay, I'll give it a shot."
>You have no idea what you're doing. But you're gonna do it anyways.
>You walk out the front door.
>It's beautiful outside.
>But the beauty needs to go.
>You close your eyes.
>You raise your hands at shoulder level.
>You think as hard as you can for the snow to go away.
>You imagine a warm, sunny, summer day.
>You feel a warmth surround you.
>It's working.
>You're starting to work up a sweat.
>You might want to take off your shirt after this.
>You feel the sun shining on you.
>That should do it.
>You open you eyes.
>Absolutely nothing changed.
"Goddammit!"
>"All right, so maybe you don't have any magic in you after all. But there's no shame in that, sugarcube!"
>You feel like trash.
>Not even that: trash can at least be useful.
>No amount of encouragement from Applejack can make you feel better.
>"I think you're pretty cool even without magic, Anon."
>Applebloom is trying her best as well.
>But it's pointless.
>Your self-esteem is too low to recover.
"Why am I so useless?"
>You did not mean to say that out loud, but you did.
>'Brain, wtf!?'
>Oh, I'm sorry, do you know how hard it is to process everything?
>"I don't think you're useless. I like your singing."
>Applejack's ears perk up.
>"Well now, I didn't know you could sing."
>Applebloom gets an idea.
>"Oh yeah, he's amazing! You should've heard him earlier. He told me a story through song!"
>You can't help but blush.
>Whatever she's planning seems to be working.
"I wasn't that great."
>"You were greater than great! You ought to hear him, sis!"
>Applejack starts to catch on with her sister's plan.
>"Y'know what, I would love to hear him sing. How about it, Anonymous?"
>She called you by your full, admittedly not actually real, name.
>Why not, right?
"Okay, I guess I could sing you something."
>"Could you sing the one you sung me? You never did finish it."
>You're favorite song?
>The song you used to sing to one of your baby cousins as a lullaby?
>Fuck. Yes.
"I suppose you're right, Bloomer."
>She blushes at your nickname for her.
>You sing the first verse again, even adding the roar you made earlier.
>As you enter the second verse, it starts to snow again.
>Granny Smith can't help but look out the window, afraid of her crops once more.
"When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing..."
>Granny Smith looks on in horror as the snow atop the trees start to harden to blue ice.
>The ice seems to slowly but surely descend.
"And you look to the north, where the pale moon is rising..."
>Despite the snow getting heavier than before, the clouds start to part showing that it's night time.
>But it's half past five.
>Granny notices the rays of the moonlight expanding.
"And it seems like all is dying and would lead the world to mourn..."
>The apples dangling on the trees are encased in ice.
>Granny wants to scream, to panic, to run to her fields, to do anything.
>But at the same time, she doesn't want to stop hearing Anonymous sing.
>It's too beautiful to simply ignore.
"In the distance hear the laughter of the Last Unicorn! I'm alive! I'm ali-"
>You suddenly stop as you hear laughter in the distance.
"Did you guys hear that?"
>You turn to the Apples.
>They seemed to be mesmerized by you.
>Except Granny, who's mesmerized by the window.
"Uh, guys?"
>This snaps them back to reality.
>Oh there goes gravity.
>"Sorry, sugarcube, what were you saying?"
"I said 'D-'"
>"My crops!"
>You look out the window and see the ridiculousness before you.
>It is somehow snowing heavier than before with fewer clouds at night... in the afternoon.
>But worst of all, the apple trees are frozen solid.
>You run outside.
>It's colder than last time, no doubt about that.
>The snow on the ground has risen up to the first step of the porch.
>This is bad. This is very bad.
>You decide to go back inside, until you hear that same laughter from afar.
>Inside can wait. You need to find the source.
>But you don't want to get frostbitten.
>You are in a pickle.
>The laughter can be hear again.
>It sounds familiar.
>No.
>No!
>Yes!
"Lady Amalthea?"
>It couldn't be.
>Another laughter.
>But it is!
>What is she doing here?
>If she's here, then where are the other humans?
>You can't help let out the heartiest laugh that you can muster.
>You feel happy.
>Genuinely happy.
>She's trying to talk to you.
>You have to respond back, but how?
>... The song.
>The song!
>You have to let her know.
>You take a deep breath and yell as loud as you can amidst the snowstorm.
"I'M ALIIIIIIIIVE!!! I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!"
>The snow begins to let up.
>There is no response.
>But you were not having it.
>You thought you were making progress.
>Since you have nothing else to lose, you decide to continue singing.
"When the last moon is cast over the last star of mourning..."
>The clouds have grouped up again.
>The snow seems to have stopped falling.
"And the future has past without even a last desperate warning..."
>The conglomeration of clouds seems to have formed a line.
>No, not a line.
"Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn."
>A path.
>A path where the sun is gleaming.
>It's morning again, in the middle of the afternoon.
>You see a silhouette walking down from it. You know exactly who that is.
"Look and see her, how she sparkles! It's the Last Unicorn!"
>You are beside yourself.
>You never thought in your wildest dreams that you would see her.
>The Apples are all seeing this either through the front door or the windows.
>Not even they can comprehend what stimulations their visions have been given.
>It couldn't be.
>Another laughter.
>But it is!
>What is she doing here?
>If she's here, then where are the other humans?
>You can't help let out the heartiest laugh that you can muster.
>You feel happy.
>Genuinely happy.
>She's trying to talk to you.
>You have to respond back, but how?
>... The song.
>The song!
>You have to let her know.
>You take a deep breath and yell as loud as you can amidst the snowstorm.
"I'M ALIIIIIIIIVE!!! I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!"
>The snow begins to let up.
>There is no response.
>But you were not having it.
>You thought you were making progress.
>Since you have nothing else to lose, you decide to continue singing.
"When the last moon is cast over the last star of mourning..."
>The clouds have grouped up again.
>The snow seems to have stopped falling.
"And the future has past without even a last desperate warning..."
>The conglomeration of clouds seems to have formed a line.
>No, not a line.
"Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn."
>A path.
>A path where the sun is gleaming.
>It's morning again, in the middle of the afternoon.
>You see a silhouette walking down from it. You know exactly who that is.
"Look and see her, how she sparkles! It's the Last Unicorn!"
>You are beside yourself.
>You never thought in your wildest dreams that you would see her.
>The Apples are all seeing this either through the front door or the windows.
>Not even they can comprehend what stimulations their visions have been given.
>You walk down the porch and past the snow.
>The cold burns like hell frozen over, but you don't care.
>You are too happy to care.
>You continue your path towards her.
>She gallops towards you.
>You decide to meet her speed until you are about 3 meters away from her.
>You slow back down to a walk.
>The Apples step outside.
>Applebloom rushes past them so she can meet the last unicorn.
>Applejack doesn't even stop her: she's too memorized by what she's seeing.
>You stand in front of her.
>You know the rules: you may not touch her.
>But she does the unthinkable and bows her head, giving you permission.
>You whisper in her ear the rest of the song.
"I'm alive. I'm... alive."
>Oh no, it's raining again.
>Her aroma enters your nose.
>Your senses cannot even begin to describe such a unique smell.
>You wipe your eyes and look back at her.
>She's gone.
>Her smell is gone.
>You look around.
>The trees are no longer frozen solid.
>In fact, there's no sign of any frost on it to begin with.
>Impossible.
>"Where'd she go?"
>You turn to Applebloom, unaware that there is no longer any snow on the ground she is standing on.
"I don't know. She was just here."
>You look off in the distance at the direction of the farm with the other Apples' faces stupefied.
>"Let's go back inside, Bloomers."
>You pick her up and walk back to the front porch.
>"I can walk by myself, Anon."
"Just let me have this. Please."
>She looks up and finds utter sadness in your eyes.
>How could she say 'no'?
>"Well, alright. But just this once."
>You both say nothing else as you make your way inside the house.
>You are back inside the Apple family home trying to make sense of just about everything.
>How you got here, where you are, the world's inhabitants, magic existing, controllable weather suddenly becoming uncontrollable, no more internet, Lady "Bless-her-heart" Amalthea, etc.
>What happened today?
>Why happened today?
>You might be having an existential crisis.
>It's around 8:00 PM when there was a knock at the door.
>You were told to hide somewhere to prevent any further panic attacks.
>You're somewhat amazed it's not happening to you.
>From what you can hear in your hiding spot (the bathroom), the Apples are having said panic attack
>Well, well, well: How the turntables.
>You hear a knock at the door.
>"Anonymous! You're gonna wanna come out!"
>Applejack? Did she rat me out to the government?
>You thought this world would be different.
>There was excitement in her voice, though.
>It must be serious.
>You open the door.
>Get on the floor!
>Everybody do the dinosaur!
>"Hello, Anonymous!"
>You are greeted by another pony.
>A unicorn.
>With wings.
>Who's height is closer to a human's.
>Sure, why not?>She was the princess in all of the land of 'Equestria', Celestia.
>You are becoming jaded of this world really fast.
>She has heard reports of what has occurred in Ponyville and has invited you to her castle to better understand the phenomena and your current predicament.
>Since you have no other choice, you accept.
>You enter Canterlot.
>Wait, like 'Camelot'?
>Nah, must be a coincidence.
>You are met with the ponies with armour and spears.
>You hope those aren't men in that armour, because they look adorable in them.
>They salute you and let you enter the castle.
>This world is so cute.
>This palace reminds you of Disney for some reason, but you can't put your foot on it.
>You see a pony in a maid costume staring at you, intimidated by your very appearance.
>She should not be that attractive in that dress, right? They were probably just maid to be attractive.
>'Made.'
>I know what I said.
>You are taken to what looks to be a throne room.
>It's incredibly spacious.
>As you walk through the throne room, you look at the rose windows on either side of you.
>They seem to tell stories, perhaps history or legend.
>They actually looked cool to you.
>Celestia sits on her throne.
>"So, about toda-"
>You're still looking at each window.
>"Ahem!"
>You turn to her.
"Aww, but it was getting to the good part."
>She gives you a 'Really, Nigga?' face.
"Fine."
>"Thank-you. Now then, tell me what happened."
>You do just that, minus the internal monologue.
>"Hmm, I see. And you said there's no magic in your world?"
"I mean, we're fully aware of the concept. There's just no way to prove its existence."
>Until now.
>"Interesting. I would like to run some tests with you."
>If cake is promised, you swear to God...
"Um, sure, I guess."
>You don't think you like where this is going.
>"Sing the song to me."
>¿Que?
"Are..."
>This is a setup. It must be.
"Are you sure?"
>"Positive. Whenever you are ready."
>Maybe it'll bring 'her' here.
>Is she using you as some sort of communicator to get to Lady Amalthea?
>C'mon, you're not THAT smart.
>'But what if...?'
>Fuck it.
>You sing to her the first two verses until you hear the laugh that sends tingles to your spine.
>"Please don't stop. You're doing great."
>You feel like she's somehow manipulating you through her patronizing.
>Whatever.
>You're at the third verse the entrance to the throne room bursts open behind you.
>Startled, you turn to the source of the noise.
>That's when you see her.
>"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"Her beauty evades description."
>"May I speak with her for a second?"
>wut.
>Speak with her?
>What sort of difference does it make?
>Why would she ask you like you own her?
>Lady Amalthea is property to no one.
"Um, do as you please."
>"Thank-you. Stay right here."
>Now you know something's up.
>She walks up to the unicorn before her and starts a conversation with her.
>Because of how large this room is, you can't make out what they're saying.
>They do seem to be hitting it off, however.
>And then Celestia stabs her in the neck with her horn.
"Jesus Christ!"
>Celestia just stabbed the "no-longer" Last Unicorn.
>She seems to be stuck trying to pull her horn out of Lady Amalthea's neck.
>This bitch is crazy!
>You were having none of this!
>You try to charge at Celestia, but get stopped by her guards.
>They're practically forcing you to witness a murder most foul.
>The Unicorn collapses onto the floor.
>You are completely outraged.
>If you can't stop her, then at least you can insult her.
"You crazy bitch!"
>That'll do it.
>Celestia turns to you as if nothing terrible just happened and simply says:
>"Finish singing, if you please."
>What is her endgame?
>You understandably lost your place from the song and just restart the third verse.
>Celestia stands behind the corpse of the Unicorn and simply stares at you.
>You feel like you're going crazy.
>You're getting fucked while eating out your own pussy.
>Suddenly, the Unicorn gets back up as if she didn't get stabbed.
>Even the blood is missing in the blink of an eye.
>She's walking towards you.
>Unfortunately, Celestia shoots her with a lazer coming out of her horn.
>Okay, seriously, what the fuck?!
>You once again stop singing from the atrocity you are currently witnessing.
>Celestia looks at you in confusion.
>"Why did you stop again?"
>You'll definitely need therapy after this.
>What fresh hell is this?
>"I believe you're last line was 'look and see her how she sparkles'."
>Is she serious?
>(There is n)Oh my God, she is serious.
>You are sincerely contemplating letting the adorable guards stab you with their spears.
>"Please don't stop this time. When you are ready."
>You don't even think Spongebob could be ready after all of this.
>Yet, for whatever reason, you oblige her request.
>The Unicorn rises once more, Celestia rips her in two with her magic, and you finish you're last 'I'm alive'.
>What even.
>You remind yourself to never get into a fight with her.
>But in another blink of an eye, the Unicorn disappears, gore and all.
>The guards move out of your way, giving you access to Celestia.
>You would punch her on the spot if she didn't happily demonstrate her power.
>Instead, you simply drop to your knees and stare at the floor.
>You are emotionally drained from this episode (no pun intended).
>You hear the clopping hooves approaching you.
>You don't care, you just want to die.
>"Do you know any other songs?"
>This bitch just killed one of your childhood crushes no less than three times, and she still want you to keep singing!?
>... Yeah, sure, whatever.
>You look up at her.
>With the most amount of venom you could manage:
"Plenty."
>"Wonderful! Then let the experiments continue!"
>You ponder at what song to sing this time.
>You hate it when this happens.
>You're feeling utterly contempt at the moment.
>Maybe a somber song should suffice.
>Or perhaps you should stay positive?
>But who knows what she'll do while I sing?
>What if she kills one of her guards or rapes one of her maids?
>Your mind drifts off to the latter thought for some reason.
>... Oh right, a song!
>You may just know what kind of song to sing this time.
>You really wanna express how you truly feel, but you need to stay positive.
>Beat her at her own game.
>Stay calm
>Stay positive.
>You smile as large as you can.
>Celestia can't help but giggle.
>It's actually kind of cute.
>But you weren't falling for her tricks twice.
>You breathe in.
>This is gonna hurt your voice.
"Mr. Sun came up and he smiled at me!"
>Celestia looks confused.
>'What, does she I'm talking about her?'
>That would be silly.
>The windows reflect the suns rays.
>Awfully bright today.
"Said 'It's gonna be a good one, just wait and see."
>"It's gonna be a good one, just wait and see."
>That wasn't your voice.
>Celestia does not seem confused, but concerned.
"What was that?"
>A guard gallops into the throne.
>"Your highness, the sun!"
>Celestia does not let him (Oh, so it is a he) continue.
>"I thought this would happen."
"Thought what would happen?"
>Celestia turns to you, then her guard, then back to you smiling.
>"You're going to want to see this."
>Oh, this oughta be good.
>You follow the guard more so than you follow Celestia.
>Something very wrong with that horse.
>The guard leads you both to a balcony.
>You look at the view you are given.
>It's quite a beautiful kingdom, Canterlot is. The buildings have this unique, Renaissance-styled architecture to them. The colours were breathtaking. The open fields reflect this kingdom's maje-
>WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A FACE ON THE SUN!?!
"What the fuck is that!?!"
>Celestia does not seem remotely fazed by it's appearance.
>"I believe that's Mr. Sun."
>Mr. Sun?!
>You want to look up, but you're not stupid enough to stare at the sun.
>"Hey there, Anonymous!"
>Oh God (is dead), it talks.
>And he sounds like Tom Kenny.
>That should not comfort you, but there you go.
>You don't know why, but you decide to respond.
"H-h-hello, Mr. Sun."
>"Are you ready to start the day?"
>It kind of reminds you of Spongebob trying to impersonate a stereotypical worker.
>You think back to that one episode where Spongebob did a puppet show to convince Squidward to get a job.
>... It was funnier in context, you swear.
"I-I guess so."
>"I can't hear you! Are you ready!?"
>Now he's sounding a bit more like Spongebob.
>Almost on instinct you yell out:
"I'm ready!"
>Mr. Sun resumes his original voice.
>"That's the spirit! It's gonna be a good one, just wait and see!"
>Hey just like the song.
>5 seconds later
>Holy shit! Just like the song!
>Celestia sighs in relief, equivalent to a teacher's reaction to a student who finally answers correctly what 2+2 is.
>So, your singing brings stuff to life?
>That's pretty cool.
>Wait, does that make you a bard?
>But, no one likes a bard.
>Lucky sons of a bitch.
>Hang on, if what I sing comes to life...
>Oh no, the next line.
"Celestia, do you have a bed I could use?"
>"Tired already?"
"No, I need it for the song!"
>"Why not just pretend you're using one?"
"Because, i-"
>You suddenly close your mouth and try to counter her logic.
>You can't.
>Fair point.
>You leave the balcony and lie down on the floor.
>You imitate pulling the covers of a bed up to your chest.
>Hear goes.
"Jumped out of bed and I ran outside..."
>Your imaginary bed suddenly materialized into a real one.
>It was quite comfortable.
>But you had no time to appreciate it.
>You jump out of it as the song dictates.
>You start running...
>... to the balcony and jump off.
>Oh fug.
>Sing, you silly ass! Sing!
>'Oh, right.'
"Feeling so extraexstatified!"
>You are singing faster than the song dictates because, you know, you're falling to your death.
"It's the best day ever!"
>You're suddenly saved by two random pegasuses.
>Pegasi?
>Pegusi.
>Oddly enough, they join in your song as they fly you around Canterlot.
>"Best day ever!"
>They are singing and flying pretty fast.
>So the tempo of the song can affect the tempo of real life.
>You to take advantage of that someday.
>But first, you oughta slow down.
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>"Beeest daaay eeeveer!"
>Now that's more like it.
>The three of you land safely.
>You're near a fountain in the center of town.
>You thank them both, and continue the song.
"I'm so busy, got nothing to do."
>You sit on a nearby bench.
"Spent the last two hours just tying my shoes."
>Wait, you don't have any shoes on.
>You look down and find that you are in fact wearing shoes.
>Your favorite pair, no less.
>How you miss them so.
>You also noticed that time has passed based off the direction of the shadows casted by the sun.
>You could theoretically time travel if you wanted to.
>Interesting.
"Every flower, every grain of sand..."
>It suddenly gets dark.
>You look up and become horrified.
>All of the sand in the world, ready to fall.
>But they don't.
>The ground isn't as pleasant, either.
>Flowers start to grow around you.
>Every flower.
>Every grain of sand.
>They'll want to shake my hand.
>Unless you're quick enough.
"Isreachingouttoshakemyhand!"
>The flowers grab one of your hands.
>The sand falls to touch your other hand.
>It's actually not that bad.
>But the song must continue.
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>The flowers, the sand, Mr. Sun and any pony that didn't run away in fear chimed in to the song.
>"Beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>In an instant, the flowers and the sand disappear.
>You wonder how literal the next line will be.
>You hope you don't have claustrophobia.
"Sometimes, the little things start closing in on me."
>You look around.
>Everything seems normal.
>You do, however, start to become depressed about all of your regrets, mistakes, and choices in life.
>Why are you like this?
>"Hey, cheer up, buddy!"
>You look up to Mr. Sun, he gives you a genuine grin.
>You immediately look away from him so you don't go blind.
>It must be the from the song.
>You force yourself to continue.
>But first, you walk into the nearest shop.
>The cashier screams.
>"Ahh! Monster!"
>You're already hurt from your thoughts.
>Her comment did not help.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's just for the song."
>She double-takes at what you said.
>"Song?"
>You ignore her and continue.
"When I'm feeling down, I wanna lose that frown, I stick my head out the window and I look around."
>You look outside the window.
>All of your negative thoughts start to subside.
>You're feeling a lot better.
>You may even feel... happy.
>Like how you felt when you first saw Lady Amalthea.
"Thanks, I feel much better."
>You wave to the cashier and run outside.
>The pony snaps out of her trance.
>She looks around.
>"Where did he go?"
>Feeling peppy with each steppy, you run back to the fountain and look up at the sky.
"Those clouds can't scare me, they can't disguise..."
>In reality, the sky was only partly cloudy, but it counts.
"This magic that's happening right before my eyes!"
>"Goodnight, Anonymous!"
>Mr. Sun is falling down.
>Not to Equestria, of course.
>This ain't Majora's Mask.
>He's just setting.
"G'night, Mr. Sun!"
>You watch the day become dusk.
>The colours of the sky could be compared to a painting.
"Soon, Mr. Moon will be shining bright..."
"So the best day ever can last all night."
>True to your word, Mr. Moon rises to take Mr. Sun's place.
>Something's off about Mr. Moon's face, though.
>There seems to be some kind of silhouette around his face.
>You can't quite put your finger on it, so you chose to ignore it.
"Yeah, the best day ever's gonna last all night now!"
>Cue the chorus!
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>Mr. Moon and any nearby ponies join in.
>"Beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>This certainly felt like the best day ever.
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>More ponies joined in to sing.
>"Beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>Guard ponies show up to chime in.
>"Beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
"It's the beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>Even Celestia can't help but sing.
>"Beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>Oh right, Celestia.
"We should probably go back to the castle."
>Celestia looks at you, blushing.
>"I suppose you're right."
>As you walk with her and her guards, the other ponies continue singing the backup lines.
>"Beeest daaay eeeveeer!"
>Like a track in an album, the singing begins to fade.
>Whether it's because of distance or less ponies singing, you weren't sure.
>What you do know is that you actually feel happy walking with Celestia.
>You look back at the sky.
>Mr. Moon's face is gone.
>You can't stop staring at the mark, wondering what it was.
>Then it clicks in your mind.
>It's a horse, of course.
>Well, don't you feel like a silly filly.
>You are back inside the castle.
>You can't help but smile as you walk.
>Any pony you pass smiles back at you.
>This world is pretty cool.
"This world is pretty cool."
>Celestia doesn't even turn to you.
>"I'm glad you it's to your liking. Were you planning on staying in Equestria?"
"Well, I suppose I could just sing my way home. But I don't want my powers to go away."
>"Who said your powers can take you home?"
>You stop walking.
"What are you talking about? If I can make all of the sand in the world shake my hand, I'm fairly certain I can go home."
>This bitch just keeps on walking.
>"But did sand really shake your hand?"
>You catch up to her.
"What do you mean?"
>She finally turns her head to you.
>"Look at your hand."
>You oblige.
>It's just your hand.
>Maybe she meant your arm.
>... Nope, just my arm.
"I don't get what you're trying to tell me, Princess."
>"Do you see any grain of sand."
>No, you don't.
>No grain whatsoever.
>You look at your other hand.
>No vine marks of any kind.
>Curiosity getting the better of you, you smell your hand.
>Nothing.
"Are you implying that everything that just happened, everything I saw was fake?"
>"More like an illusion, yes. However, not entirely."
>It seems to start making sense.
>When you tried to make the snow go away and it felt warm.
>Perhaps you were able to see past the illusion.
"So, you knew that unicorn was fake as well?"
>"Not really, I merely guessed."
>She would've committed murder if Lady Amalthea was real thinking otherwise.
>If she's evil, you swear...
>Celestia stops at a door.
>"Here we are."
>You haven't been in this room before. Which isn't saying much, seeing as you have only entered one in the entire castle.
"What's in here?"
>"Well, we do have more tests to run with your powers."
>You suddenly don't want to open the door.
>It's cool, though, Celestia opens the door for you.
>That was nice of her.
>... Hang on...
>"But the pony needed for the next few is probably asleep by now. You should get some sleep, as well."
>You take a peek inside.
>It's a bedroom.
>A spacious one at that.
>This can't be the guest room.
"Is this the guest room?"
>"One of them, yes."
"I can hardly imagine what the master bedroom looks like."
>"Maybe after a few drinks, you won't need to."
>You double-take at Celestia's offer.
>She lightly giggles.
>"I'm merely joking, Anonymous."
>Hehe, yeah, good one.
>To prevent any awkward tension, you join in on her giggling.
>Your fake giggling soon becomes genuine.
"Goodnight, Princess."
>"Please, no need to be so formal around me."
"Sorry, your high- I mean, Celestia."
>Nailed it.
>You close the door.
>Be Celestia.
>As you walk away from the door to do princessy things, you say outloud:
>"It's going to take more than a few drinks."
>Be Anonymous again.
>You had a dream that you were orbiting around the moon.
>The moon from your world.
>You gave the moon a hug.
>You were at peace.
>You wake up from your slumber.
>Oh yeah, you're in another world.
>You had a busy day with your newly discovered powers.
>Funny, you were expecting someone to wake you up (inside).
>*Yawn*
>You could go for some coffee.
>Is that a thing in this world? Or is there a healthier alternative?
>You find see a door you haven't been through before. Which isn't saying much, seeing as you have only ente-
>Wait, you've done this bit already.
>What's behind door number 1?
>It's a bathroom, with a jacuzzi for a tub.
>You haven't had a bath since you were 11-ish.
>There doesn't seem to be a shower anywhere.
>Guess you're taking a bath.
>The bath was lovely.
>Who knew oils would make it better?
>Though, you could do without one of the maids trying to assist you.
>There are some things a man needs to be able to do on his own.
>It also doesn't help that she kept staring at every part of your body except your face.
>You get dressed back in your pajamas.
>Where did your shoes go?
>That's right, illusion.
>That kinda sucks.
>Could that mean you die in a volcano thinking it's a lake or something?
>You have several questions about the limits and extents of your powers.
>Hopefully, you'll get your answers through these tests.
>The maid pony who tried to bathe you escorts you to the dining room.
>You're prepared a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast.
>You may not be a horse expert, but you know that they don't eat meat.
>You suddenly lose your appetite at the implication of an animal cooking another animal just for you.
>You do, however, enjoy a nice cup of tea.
>It's no coffee, but it'll do for now.
>You half-expected Celestia to join you for breakfast.
>You are fully relieved she isn't.
>After breakfast, the maid pony leads you to what looks like a library.
>Perhaps a study room? You're not quite sure.
>"Ah, good morning, Anonymous. Did you sleep well?"
"Morning, Celestia. I did, surprisingly."
>You somewhat expected the beds to be made of hay.
>Then again, they'd probably eat the bed.
>"Wonderful. The pony I mentioned last night should be arriving in 12 minutes."
"A scientist, I take it?"
>"Not quite, she's my faithful student. She would be delighted to learn more about your kind and potential."
>Potential?
>Maybe she's referring to your powers.
>"Until then, you are free to have a seat and enjoy a book."
>Might as well see what stories they have in this world.
"That's very nice of you, thanks."
>You sit on a very comfortable chair and the closest book you can find.
>Luckily, there's one on a small table next to the chair.
>You try to read it, but you don't understand a word of it.
>You don't recognize the characters of text in this book.
>You grab another book.
>Same unrecognizable characters.
>Another book, same result.
>"Is something the matter, Anonymous?"
>You turn to her in a slight state of panic.
>She seems worried about you.
"We seem to speak the same language, but we certainly don't write the same."
>She levitates the book away from you and read an excerpt from a page.
>How can one language be written in two different ways?
>When she finishes reading from the excerpt, she begins to blush.
>"Forgive me, it's one of my favorites. When my student arrives, you can show her how human language differs."
"The thing is, this is just one of many languages from my world."
>"Oh? How many languages are there."
"At least 50."
>It seems you astounded her.
>"Are there any other beings that talk?"
"Just parrots, but they only mimic sounds."
>"This doesn't make sense. Your kind is the only one from your world that talks."
"There are billions of us living within hundreds of nations for over thousands of years."
>Technically, there weren't any countries when humanity began as there were tribes, if at all.
>But when are you ever going to say that you impressed a princess?
>After a bit more idle chat about the number of languages per species, a purple unicorn enters the room.
>She seems to be in a hurry.
>"Princess Celestia, sorry I'm late!"
>"Actually, you're three minutes early."
>"But I'm not five minutes early!"
>The punctual type, you see.
>You would hate her if she were your boss.
>Good thing she's not your boss.
>"This is the human, Anonymous. Anonymous, this is my faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
>Twilight turns to you and is frightened by your presence.
>Yet, she tries to muster the courage to raise her hoof.
>"I-i-it's ni-ice to m-meet you, A-a-a-a-anonymous."
>Is she trying to shake your hand? With her hoof?
>You respect that.
>You shake her hoof.
"Charmed, I'm sure."
>She responds with a nervous grin.
>That's adorable.
>Celestia catches Twilight up to speed on everything thus far.
>Twilight, all the while, seems to be taking notes using magic.
>You wonder if you could do that, but it would probably be arbitrary to sing what you're going to write.
>"So, how do you write words on a page, Mr. Anonymous?"
>Mr. Anonymous.
>Her and Applebloom are tied for the cutest ponies you've met thus far.
>She hand you a sheet of paper and a quill.
>They have magic and yet they can't make a pen?
>You always wanted to use a quill anyways.
>You write each letter of the alphabet, CAPITAL and lowercase.
>Because you took creative writing back in junior high, you wrote the alphabet in cursive.
>For shits and giggles, you also wrote "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog." in both formats.
>Satisfied, you give it to Twilight.
"Just so you know, the first set is the standard form of writing it, and the second set is in cursive."
>You hope she knows what cursive means.
>When she finishes reading, she looks up.
>"I don't get it."
"Get what?"
>"It almost looks like the characters are reversed to our own. But some seem misplaced."
>For comparison, she lends you a book and summons a mirror.
>It's magic, don't question it.
"Read this book through the mirror."
>Well, what do you know? It kinda does look more like English.
>But the characters are too close together, and the order of the words is reversed as well.
>Still you try your best to read it.
"Pe-peace had been r-restored for oool yeirs."
>Wait, that word is 'years'.
"1000 years. Even the character for numbers seem off to me."
>Twilight gives you a confident smile.
>"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
>She doesn't seem afraid of you anymore.
>You can't help but smile back at her.
"What book is this, anyhow?"
>"Just an anthology of historical events in Equestria."
>You suddenly want to know more about this place.
"Mind if I read one of them?"
>Celestia answers before Twilight can.
>"You can read once we finish with studying your abilities and race."
>You are disappointed.
>Twilight turns to her teacher/princess.
>"But Princess Celestia, if our languages are similar, then perhaps our history could be similar. Just one story, please."
>You never thought of that.
"I'm kinda curious myself."
>"Well..."
>She looks at both your pleading eyes.
>"I suppose 'one' story couldn't hurt."
>You go to the index to find a story that interest you.
>You hope this world hasn't experienced the Holocaust.
>'Before Equestria', 'The Birth of Equestria', 'The Lost Crystal Empire', 'The Embodiment of Chaos', none these sound like any event in your world's history.
>Fuck it, you'll pick a random one.
>Page... 294.
>You hope it's about werewolves.
>'The Legend of The Mare in the Moon'.
>Close enough.