>It is sometimes hard to remember what my life was before I entered the portal.
>Three days ago I was a man who fell into the ditch with no name and no affiliations.
>Though certainly the latter part is now null thanks to my current circumstances.
>My world changed in a short span.
>I knew not the world I lived in.
>I knew not the war I got into.
>All I know is that I am in a place surrounded by criminals.
>A place of mystical aura, a combination of public disgrace and solitude.
>A prison for all beings.
>I can hear the guards outside talking about me.
>I feel cold. Being naked contributed to it. They have no idea what I am.
>All they know is that I can speak english, and I am a man with opposable thumbs.
>They kept my belongings in a box. The only thing I brought with me are my clothes and a crest I stumbled upon that I don't remember picking up.
>They chatter if I'm some sort of prisoner that escaped Unit 731. I was surprised when they mentioned the unit itself.
>There were two voices from outside the interrogation room. One of them spoke in a thick cockney british accent, the other plain normal.
 
>"What about that guy? Some bloke we found consorting with the enemy."
>>"Doesn't look griffin to me. You sure he's guilty of conspiring with the enemy?"
>"To be honest, no. However a quick gander at a guy like that and he already looked battle-hardened. Probably one of them tree folk who live with the birds."
>>"I still say he's from Japone's torture facility."
>"Why you think that? Ain't be possible that he be travellin here from Jap-land."
>>"Yeah, you're right. Any other theories about this...tall ape?"
>"For one, he can speak Equestrian. Claims that Equestrian language is called 'english' from where he's from."
>>"Maybe he's from Africolt, or some part of the Carribean where he's a product of a zebra witchcraft gone wrong?"
>"I bet some unicorn turned that poor sap into this. Says he's not from this world and kept on asking questions."
>>"Think he's amnesiac?"
>"Nah, nah. He keeps saying he found a portal that led him here and whatnot."
>>"Wait. I think I got it. Maybe he's a prisoner from the griffin's torture chambers!"
>"Possible, but we haven't heard about a griffin torture chamber from any reports."
>>"Well, it's a start. Amnesiac, an ape with mutation, found with the griffins during a scouting trip."
>"Aight, aight. Let's go and have a little talk with the bugger, eh?"
 
>The two pony cops went in. To be honest they were more 'soldier' than 'cop' based on what they're wearing. These ponies were in charge of the Vanhoover prison camp district.
>They sat down and tried doing a good cop-bad cop routine on me, though I don't really know if the british one was even trying to be a bad cop.
 
>>"Right son, what's your name."
"I...well, I don't really recall."
>"Oh is that right? Hit your head a bit too hard in the gutters, yes?"
 
>Truth be told, I really couldn't remember my name. Not that it mattered here."
 
>>"Look, we'll keep things slow in case your mind is a bit shaky. For starters, do you know what you are?"
"Look man, I've told you before, I came here from a portal and all I know is that I got in the middle of some pony-griffin war!"
 
>The british colt shakes his head laughing while the other one nods.
 
>"I'm not going to beat around the bush here mate-o. Are you some sort of escaped experiment?"
"Why am I even here? What have I done wrong?"
>>"You have been accused of war crimes, conspiring with the griffons and such."
"What proof do you have that says I helped them? I was their prisoner!"
>>"We found this in the pocket of your pants."
 
>The cop takes out a crest. It's no bigger than the colt's hoof.
>The insignia reminds me of the great egyptian gods from my old history books mixed with a griffin head.
 
"I swear, I've never seen that piece before!"
 
>In a sense, I was lying and telling the truth. I have seen that piece before, but only for a short while.
>When I went through the portal, I saw it lying on the ground. I kicked it accidentally to the portal when I tripped into the dimension-hopping window. How it got in my pants I may never know.
 
>"Whether or not you're telling true is up to us. Now answer the question. Are you some sort of escaped experiment?"
"No!"
>"Then what are you?"
"A human!"
>>"A what?"
"I'm a human!"
>"What the bloody hell is a human?"
>>"Must be one of those extinct species!"
>"Only this one doesn't seem dead."
"Look, I swear that I don't know anything about this war or this place! I just came from a portal!"
>>"If you came from a portal, then tell us where this portal is."
"I...I remember it in a swamp just south of where you found the griffin camp!"
>"We already looked boy-o. There's nothing of the sorts. No portal in the trees, swamp water or even in a mirror."
>>"You sure you're not just amnesiac?"
"I'm not!"
>"Ah great. I think we're dealing with a looney here."
>>"Don't be too quick to judge. He might just be a great liar."
 
>The british colt then looks at me with a condescending smug face.
 
>"Well, what should we call you?"
>>"No name, no alias, no history, no background, no nothing. Only a torn suit to his name."
>"Alright, lets just call you Anon, yes? You're more anonymous than a skeleton in the middle of the ocean." The british one remarked.
 
>To be honest, the name didn't sound too bad, but they kept calling me ape for whatever reason. They soon escort me to my cell.
>Being taller than them, it crossed my mind to just kick all of my escorts and attempt to escape.
>Sadly despite their cute little bodies they carry more weapons than Has Delgato. About ten pegasi were patrolling up the ceiling carrying automatic crossbows. Ones that fire five rounds before reloading.
>The unicorns and the earth ponies were in charge of ground security.
>Through the prison halls, my neighbors were all or mostly griffons.
>It's a rare sight to see a pony in a cell, though I can guess the one at cell#03 was there for war crimes as well.
>I kind of already had somewhat of a grasp of this world.
 
>First off, a war.
 
>There seems to be a war between two groups of animals. Horses and griffins. I don't know what they're fighting for though.
 
>Second, these horses have three breeds. The unicorns can do magic, the pegasi can fly and the regular ones are...well, nothing special.
>They seem to have what they call an 'alicorn' ruler over them. I presume an alicorn is some sort of super unicorn.
 
>Third, many of their cultures seem similar to my world's culture in a time before modern technology.
>However, they seem to use some electric-powered devices like flashlights, walkie-talkies and tazers.
 
>My captors and the prison guards were all bewildered by me. They think of me as some sort of super-ape. Someone even called me an Apecorn as a joke.
>However now I'm no more special than anyone. I'm a prisoner at some base.
 
>"Alright mate, off you go."
 
>The british colt throws me inside cell #05. It's as generic  a cell as you can imagine.
>Cracks and dripping water by the ceiling.
>A toilet that hasn't been cleaned in a long time.
>Due to my height, I am forced to crouch.
 
>"Enjoy your stay, ape."
"W-wait, how long am I gonna have to be here?"
>"Till we find something about you. Until then, cheerio!"
"Ugh, lugnuts."
 
>The guards have left, and within moments the hall was noisy again.
>I turn around to look at my cellmates.
>A bulldog with eyes that looked like they were wet from crying and a pony with the resemblance of a dragonfly, only with holes in its legs.
 
>"Well well..." said the cheese-legged horse.
"Err..."
 
>The horse circles around me, possibly admiring my physique.
>Hah, if only.
>The horse had a very mature feminine voice actually.
>Looks like a mare too.
 
>"So."
"So...?"
>"What are you in for?"
"Uhh..."
>"Got nothing to hide, ape. We're all here for something. Many due to war. What about you?"
"I'm...well, I don't actually know."
>"Oh?"
"If I told you my story, would you believe me?"
>"Hmm..."
 
>The horse continues to circle around me.
 
>"Tell me, what exactly are you?"
"If I had a penny everytime someone asked that."
>"Well?"
"I'm a human."
>"What's that? A type of tall ape?"
"Close enough. I'm not from here."
>"Ooohh, a foreigner."
"No...w-well, yes but I'm literally not from this world."
>"Be specific. Are you an alien?"
"No...wait, yes. I mean no. Okay yes AND no. I'm from another dimension."
>"Huh...well that's a new excuse. What, did you get off from a mental institu-"
"I'm telling the truth! I'm a human being! I'm not from this world!"
 
>The horse seems confused. I couldn't blame it. I don't know how to explain myself.
>The horse raises an eyebrow whilst scratching its head.
 
>>"Hey ape!" yells my other cellmate.
 
>The bulldog approaches me and begins sniffing me around like a regular dog would.
>>"Huh."
"What?"
>>"You smell like swamp and griffin. You here for siding with the griffins?"
"No! I'm here because they think I'm siding with the griffins! I'm just an innocent guy who has no freaking clue where he is!" I blurt out quickly.
>>"Calm down! You look like you're about to have a panic attack."
>"Oh crap, if you're going to hurl, look at the opposite direction!" the cheese-legged horse tells me
"I'm not having a panic attack! I'm just so...frustrated."
>"We're all frustrated, ape. This war has caused all these griffins and ponies nothing but trouble in their lives."
"That's another thing! I have no idea where I am and there's this freaking war...Ah god, I'm gonna die here with a spear to the chest."
>"Oh don't be so overly-dramatic."
>>"Yeah, that's his job." The bulldog says, pointing at his cellmate."
>"Oh bug off, slobbermouth."
>>"Hey, no bugs here but you."
>"Pshh."
 
>They both laugh silently before returning to the topic at hand.
>I'm more surprised that the cheese-legged horse is a dude.
 
>"SO, you say you're doing time for helping the griffins? No wait, for 'looking' like you're siding with the griffins."
"Yes!"
>"Care to tell us the details?"
"Fine, but once I'm done, you two gotta tell me about this place. I mean, I'm like a blind guy trapped in a house full of explosives here."
>"You really don't know about the civil war that's been going on?"
"No. Well, I know a little from my previous captors but..."
>"Well, looks like we have a long long day ahead of us." the horse says, rubbing hooves and breathing on them due to the cold.
>>"Alrighty. Since we got nothing better to do.  You go tell us your story and we'll see what's left to teach you of this...world of ours, assuming you're telling the truth and that you are from a different dimension or something.
"F-Fine."
>"Go ahead and start, ape."
>I nod and focused on what I remembered.
>Everything that had happened.
>Before the portal.
>After the portal.
>And everything else...
 
"My name is . . ."
 
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