>Cafeteria
>If there were ever a setting for strange goings on at Canterlot High, it was the cafeteria
>Who knew what could happen next?
>Singing girls?
>Singing girls?
>Singing-
>Okay, anything interesting that happened here was to do with singing girls
>And then sometimes dancing girls whilst singing
>Those were the best kind
>You could spot them on the other side of the room
>The girls
>/The/ girls
>All 6 of them-
>Aren't there 7 of them?
>All 6 of them
>Sitting around doing what ordinary people do in their lunch
>Eat food
>Though, they were anything but ordinary
>The weird fucking winged, horse ear, long haired, magical teenage girls girls
>Like the kind in your Chinese cartoons
>N-n-not that you were interested in Chinese cartoons
>But it only happened occasionally though
>Also like in your Chines-
>Okay, calm the fuck down
>Most of the time, they were ordinary girls
>Just like how most of the time you were an ordinary guy
>Most of the time
>Not all the time
>For instance, right about now
>When you feel yourself beginning to shake
>Huh, that can't be right
>It's not cold
>Was it something you ate?
>But you always had a beef burger
>Maybe it was the beef!
>But would food poisoning set in that quick?
>You're not an expert on the subject but for some reason you doubt it
>But no one else seems to be having a problem
>Everyone else looks pretty normal
>Just you
>Okay, maybe it's not the meat
>Maybe you're just off
>Having a bit of a strange day
>Fuck it
>Why you feel shaky isn't a problem as such
>The uncontrollable shaking makes you want to vomit
>That's kind of a bit more important
>You reach your hands on the bench, preparing to sprint to the bathroom if worse came to worse
>But you can't
>You're...
>You're stuck
>Your hands planted firm on the table, but you can't muster the strength to push yourself up with them
>Now you're not only shaking
>Not only feel like you're about to vomit
>But you're frightened
>Would terrified be right?
>Well... Maybe not that extreme
>But the lack of (much) upper body function did worry you
>You try to call for help, but your mouth trembles
>Your tongue feels numb
>Your lips, dry
>But your breath, quickening with every passing second
>Someone would notice
>Someone would see that what you're doing isn't right
>You thought-
>You hoped!
>A sudden jerk forward from behind
>Like you're being punched in the back
>Gives you hope that someone has noticed
>You try to turn your head, but you can't
>Just another thump
>This time, harder
>Really hard
>But... You're not moving
>Your arms, your head, your neck, your back
>Everything is still
>But there it is again
>Ever more painful than before
>Until finally, with one large thud from behind
>...Actually, that last one didn't hurt as much
>Nearly as much
>Like, not at all
>There was no pain
>And hey - you can move again!
>Oh man, you've love to just shake the hand of the fellow who just-
>You turn
>You turn to see yourself
>Yourself looking back at you
>Like you're looking into each other's eyes
>Before reaching towards you and-!
>...Grabbing the burger
>Right through you
>What the fuck, man
>What is this shit
>Yourself just reached your hand through you like it was no fucking deal
>Look at him- You
>Just there, eating away at your burger
>Completely oblivious that you are in front of you
>Unless...
>You reach out to grab hold of you but you can't
>No really, you can't
>Because you're a ghost
>Or... Uh... Something like a ghost
>You're all... Translucent and shit
>You're not an expert on food poisoning, but ghosts?
>You know all about them and this is exactly what a ghost looks like
>But from your wide knowledge of all things spooky, being a ghost is a bad thing
>Being a ghost usually means you're not alive
>But if you're not alive, what are you doing?
>The other you
>Look at him- You
>Just sat around, eating like nothings going on
>Like he- You didn't just die
>Maybe "he" didn't just die!
>Maybe you're the dead one
>And he doesn't know
>Man, maybe this happens like... All the time?
>Where a bit of you just dies and the rest of you lives on like nothing-
>What the fuck are you talking about?
>You're in way over your head
>You're thinking too much into this
>Something has happened
>Something bad
>Something that you may or may not have to live with for the rest of your...
>Time as a ghost
>But look on the bright side, you're concious
>You can think
>And... Move and shit
>If you knew this was being dead, you would have done it a lot sooner
>You wondered what ghosts could do
>Whether you could haunt people
>Or whether you could move shit around
>Come to think of it, you wonder where all the other ghosts are?
>You would imagine that, given all the people that die everyday, this place would be full of ghosts
>Ghosts literally everywhere
>Except you look like you're the only one
>You hover up a bit, closer to the ceiling, to get a good look around the room
>No ghosts
>Not a ghost in sight
>Except for you, of course
>Maybe you're not a ghost then?
>Or a... Different kind of ghost
>You debate what to do next
>The safest thing would probably be to stay with yourself
>You know where you live, sleep, etc
>You can look after yourself if you should ever need it
>Sounds like a great plan!
>It would be a great plan, if the bench below wasn't empty
>You're gone
>Where the fuck did you go?
>The door to the hallway swings open, drawing your attention to it
>It's there!
>There you are!
>Follow that body, you would have probably yelled if there were anyone around to hear you
>You... Go... Forward... Quickly?
>"Fly"?
>Yeah, okay
>You fly towards the door, only to stopped by a group of students in your way
>Hey, it's the 6!
>The 6 girls
>How inconsiderate of them
>Didn't even sing a song and now they're in your way
>Oh fuck it
>You're a ghost-
>Not really a ghost-ghost
>You can fly through walls, floors, things and people
>Most importantly, people
>And with a single charge forward, you fall flat on your face
>Just outside the open door
>"Rairty, are you okay?"
>You heard a voice
>You felt a hand on your wrist
>Rarity?
>Who's a Rarity?
>You are, technically, what with you being the only ghost in existence
>That you know of, of course
>But you're not sure that's what they mean
>Most importantly, you should attend to your face
>Your face hurts
>What would a meeting with the floor do to any face?
>It's not terribly painful, it just hurts
>It's more of an annoyance than anything else
>You reach your free hand, the one that isn't being held onto, onto the ground to help yourself up
>Your hand
>That you can... Move and shit
>More importantly, your other hand
>That someone else held
>That someone is still holding onto
>Your hand
>That isn't translucent green any more
>But... White
>And your fingers are slender
>Tipped with long, purple nails
>The fuck is this
>You sit on the floor, confused by the whole situation
>You look at your free hand
>And move it around
>And it's defiantly yours
>You're defiantly controlling this hand
>This is weird
>You were dead a moment ago
>You were a ghost
>Now you're a...
>...A very, very white person?
>"Rarity? What's the matter?"
>Another voice, a soft voice, asked
>And there was another hand, this time on your shoulder
>You were too fascinated by your own hand to really pay any attention
>"You think something might be wrong with her?"
>Another voice whispered
>God, there are so many voices
>If only you could put faces to them
>But fuck, this hand
>Your hand
>It's pretty amazing
>"Come on Rarity!"
>Another voice
>How many other girls were there?
>Oh, right, five
>"We've got to go, get up!"
>You felt someone grab you, their hands coming around your waist
>Their hands on your stomach makes you jump in the air with a high pitched squeal
>You quickly turn on the spot and face the other five girls
>The blue one, with the rainbow hair, is almost as jumpy as you are at the way you reacted to being grabbed
>Who can blame you?
>Honestly, why would you just grab someone like tha-
>You...
>Oh god, that was you
>The noise
>The fucking noise
>It took you a while to realise that had come out of your mouth
>Embarrassed, you bring your hands quickly to your mouth
>They feel so delicate as you press them against your lips
>Which are also... Weird
>They're so full
>So much larger than before
>There's defiantly more of... Something there
>The same could be said for the rest of you
>There's more hair on your head
>There's more junk in your trunk
>There's more flare in your hips
>There's more...
>You also have tits
>There's more of that too
>What you don't have is your trusty Junior
>But, to be real right now, that's a small price to pay
>Especially when what it's been replaced by is probably... 10 times better at doing what you used your penis for
>But that's all, really, not important right about now
>You'll have to save the full monty for later
>Right now, 5 girls are staring at you
>It wouldn't be the best time to go exploring around yourself
>"Maybe she hit her head a bit too hard."
>The blue one suggests-
>You really wish you knew their names
>You knew they had a band called the "Rainbooms" once
>You knew their other friend because you voted for her
>And you knew-
>Hoh shit, you hadn't even noticed the demon over there
>Yeah, okay, you knew that
>But you didn't know their names
>Or your... New name for that matter
>Though by the number of times it had been said, you could probably guess that 'Rarity' was you-
>"Rarity?"
>Confirmed, as the yellow haired one waved her hand in your face
>You look her in the eyes, your hands still covering your mouth
>"We need to get you somewhere like... The nurse or somethin'"
>You didn't need to see a nurse!
>You were missing the point entirely, you needed to get back to see yourself
>And with legs and arms and a mouth and a voice that people could see and hear then that'd make it a whole lot easier
>You quickly looked around, trying to spot your green-mug in the crowd
>But no where
>No where to be found
>"She looks a bit... Frazzled."
>You quickly turned
>Who the fuck called you frazzled?
>More importantly, who uses a word like frazzled in a day-to-day situation?
>More importantly, did this count as a day-to-day situati-
>Shimmer!
>Where do you get off calling people frazzled?
>You stomp up to her, pointing a finger in her direction
>Before realising that you hadn't actually said a word
"I am not... Frazzled-"
>Oh god, that's what you sounded like?
>You could have sworn that this one had a different voice than this
>Maybe when she was singing
>Or was that someone else?
>"Rarity, I'm just worried. You're acting strange."
>Of course you are
>How does she expect someone to act normal in a situation like this?
>It's as if they don't know what just happened
>Like they're completely oblivious to it all
>...Which of course they are, and you're just overreacting
>"Applejack's right-"
>Applejack?
>"We should get you to a nurse"
>Oh, the blonde one's called 'Applejack'
>Okay
>You're learning
>Learning is good
>But going to see the nurse is bad!
>Very bad!
>When the real you could be going around doing all sorts without you
>You're here talking to a bunch of girls
>They all nodded
>And hummed
>And hummed and nodded
>All in different orders and out of sync with one another
>"Come on Rarity, we'll get you checked out."
>Said Sunset, grabbing hold of your right hand against your will
>You couldn't fight it, could you?
>What were you supposed to do?
>Run?
>Or tell them the truth?
>They'd think you were crazy
>They'd send you the nurse-
>Well, okay, at least 2 of your 3 options involve going to see the nurse
>Majority rules, you suppose
>And like that, you'd given up
>Sunset held onto your arm, slowly, pulling you along the hallway
>You weren't injured
>You weren't confused
>You weren't ill or anything
>But Sunset didn't half make a fuss over you like you were
>"Easy, Rarity. Don't go too fast."
>She would say, if you tried to speed up even the slightest bit
>You were fine
>Really
>You knew where you were going
>And you almost wanted to just tell them all to go away and stop fussing over you
>But... You don't know a thing about 'Rarity'
>You don't know what she's like
>The words she might use
>The way she might talk
>The way she might react
>You don't want to do or say anything that wasn't 'Rarity'
>Kind of like how you're worried that who or whatever has happened to your old body doesn't do anything that you wouldn't do
>Maybe Rarity is in your old body!
>No, that can't be right
>Rarity was walking out of the cafeteria when you came inside her
>She seemed normal
>Then... Who's inside you?
>And where is Rarity?
>You have two bodies unaccounted for but only one missing
>That doesn't really make much sense
>You arrive
>You and Sunset
>Followed by your little gang
>Who, rather than going to do their own shit like... Lessons
>Stuck around with you to go and "get checked"
>Even though getting "checked" was the last thing you had on your mind
>Though you might want to get yourself checked before you do anything stupid in this body
>Or frequently check yourself if you do decide to do something stupid in this bo-
>"Nurse Redheart..."
>Sunset said, opening the door to the small, white room
>"Yes dear, what can I do for you?"
>She asked in a warm, welcoming voice
>You'd not seen much of Nurse Redheart whilst you were at school
>You hadn't needed to
>There was one time, when you first joined CHS, when tripped on the staircase
>You were too distracted by one of the older guys
>Trying to get a good look at his behind as you were walking down the-
>Wait
>No, that wasn't you
>"It's Rarity, she had a nasty fall outside the Cafeteria. It's probably nothing, but she was acting fine before the fall and then she was-"
>"Weird."
>"...A bit... Off"
>"Mighty peculiar."
>"It was like she'd just seen a ghost!"
>The other five girls all interrupted Sunset, one after the other
>You were not acting weird!
>Or 'off'!
>You didn't think you were at least
>You jumped at being... Felt up by Rainbow-Blue over there
>It took you by surprise, that's all...
>"Yeah... All of those, I guess."
>Sunset continued, reluctantly agreeing with her friends
>"You don't think it could be serious, do you?"
>Nurse Redheart stood up from her chair
>She walked closer to you, humming as she does so rubbing her chin with her hand
>She inspects your forehead and your nose, both of which felt the full force of the floor
>"Do you feel dizzy?"
>You shake your head
>"Have a headache?"
>You shake your head
>"Nausea?"
>You shake your head
>"Do you know where you are?"
>You sh-
>No... You nod your head
>"...Can you talk?"
>Oh, right
>Maybe being completely silent is a bit weird
"Y-y-yes."
>She put her hand in front of your face, holding three fingers in the air
>"How many fingers am I holding up?"
>Seriously?
"Three."
>She gestured behind you, in the direction the other 5 girls
>"Name your friends."
>Right, name your friends
>You know Sunset
>And Applejack
>But the other-
"Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Applejack and Sunset Shimme-"
>Woah
>Where the fuck did that come from?
>"Well, everything seems fine. No sign of concussion, you might find a little bruising on the nose but nothing serious."
>Nothing serious?
>No!
>Before you walked in the room, you would have agreed
>But where did those names come from?
>And that thing about... Looking at boys when you were a freshman
>And then what about that girl - the other girl that isn't here
>The purple one
>Where the fuck are you getting all these details about her from?
>Something isn't right with you at all
"No!"
>Did you say that out loud?
"I mean... No... No I defiantly do feel... Strange."
>You say, trying as best as you can to feign some kind of illness
>You reach your hand to your forehead
"Oooh... Ooh, no actually I-"
>You fall to your knees
"You're right! My head, it does hurt!"
>Right, now's your chance
>You're acting exactly how they think you should
>Get the fuck out of this girl, and find you
>The old you
>This is too much trouble
>Pick up someone else along the way and don't freak out so much when you "become" them
>Alright, that's a plan
>...
>If you know how to do that of course
>Step 1 is looking to be the hardest
>Getting inside Rarity was easy
>Getting out of her is... Proving to be difficult
>How did you get out of your first body?
>Uh... You were hit on the back!
>Really, really, really hard
>You couldn't... Do that right here
>Especially if that didn't work
>They'd think you were mad
>More so than they already probably think you are
>Then resort to plan B
>First, think of plan B
>Plan B is to... Find a way outside of Rarity in private
>That shouldn't be too difficult
>Just try and...
>Get the rest of the day off?
>Find a way to get home?
>Spend the rest of the evening working out what the fuck just happened
>Worry about what the other you is doing another time?
>Get out of Rarity before things get even worse for you?
>Those all seem like the steps of a good plan
>And the first step in that?
>Pretend to be ill
>Really fucking ill
>Get home
>Lie in bed all afternoon
>Now that? You could do
>And convincingly so