>Day 1 in Equestria
 
>Also happens to be Hour 1.
>And Minute 1.
>Peeling your face off the wooden floor, you mourn the loss of your Pepsi.
>You imagine the sweet taste of it's carbonated glory, feeling it slip away as you see the can empty onto the floor.
 
>You are also being stared down by a lavender horse and a short lizard.
>It's kinda weird.
>You look up at them, which from the level your face is to the ground, is possible.
>The horse looks at you with what looks like fear.
>You can tell it's emotions? It's a freakin' horse!
>"..."
"..."
>"..."
>The three of you stand/lie down in silence. You figure you can toss out an icebreaker.
"...hell-"
>"SWEET CELESTIA IT TALKS!!!" The purple one reels back into the wall, scurrying away from you.
>It hyperventilates as it stares at you.
>Are you that ugly?
>More importantly, it too is talking.
>To be honest, you'd be freaking out right now if it wasn't for your years of internet conditioning.
>You're pretty sure you've read a poster telling you what to do in this exact situation.
 
>You slowly get up, the lizard slowly backing away from you.
>Everytime you move you swear the horse-thing is going to pass out.
>You brush yourself off of floor-dust.
"Hello."
>Instead of full freak out, you're met with a shrill shriek and flailing...foot pillows...in your direction.
>That's an improvement, you suppose.
>The short lizard manages to respond first.
>"...hey there..."
>You smile at him.
"Nice to meet ya."
>You're amazing yourself with how well you're handling this situation.
>You chalk it up to these creatures looking so damn...harmless.
>"Spike! Don't talk to it!!!" The horse yells from across the room.
>"Why not? He seems okay to me."
>This kid gets it.
>"We don't know what he is!! My magic may have created some sort of magically irradiated abomination!!"
>This thing pumps maximum crazy.
>Did it just say magic?
>You look over yourself once or twice, for good measure.
"I don't think I'm irradiated. Or that you created me."
>The horse stops violently twitching.
>"Oh...that's disappointing."
>Really? REALLY?
"Yeah, to be perfectly honest, I don't know HOW I got here."
>The horse gets up and walks carefully over to you.
>"Are you...dangerous?"
>She's giving you quite the look.
"Well, you haven't given me a reason to be..."
>No faster than it took you to mutter that, you suddenly get pinned to the floor.
>That horse thing packs a punch!
>You then realize it isn't her pinning you to the ground.
>It looks like purple fairy dust.
>Wat.
 
>You look up to see her forehead glowing.
>Oh wait it's a horn.
>How did you not notice that before?
>She's a unicorn.
>Her horn is glowing the same color as the stuff pinning you down.
>She's mentioned magic.
>Processing...
>...
>Output: She's fucking magic.
>It's also decided you should avoid jokes right now.
>Maybe they don't understand sarcasm.
>Ow that magic is starting to grip tightly.
"*cough* Whoa whoa, I was *hack* joking! Sorry!!"
>She gives you an evil eye.
>"So you AREN'T dangerous?"
"Not in the slightest!!!"
>You aren't kidding. Since when have you been a threat to anyone?
>"Hm...."
>She contemplates her next move.
>"...I ain't buying it."
>Fuck.
>She lifts you up with the magical-ness.
>"Luckily for you, I'm just going to send you back where you came from."
"Oh, that's fine then."
>No complaints here. Crazy psycho magic horse-land wll be fine without you.
 
>"Let me just..."
>Silence befalls the purple equine.
>"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
>This shriek would kill you at close proximity.
>"MY BOOK! MY BOOK MY BOOK MY BOOK MY BOOK!!!"
>You glance down at what she's screaming about.
>The blood of your beloved Pepsi has spilled over her textbook.
>All the ink and lettering has fizzled or washed clean off the majority of the book's pages.
>She has no one to blame but herself.
>"What did you do!!!"
>She frantically levitates you closer to her, smashing her forehead against yours.
>"What did you do to my book!!!"
>Her ear-splitting shouts nearly deafen you.
"It wasn't me! I had a drink and it spilled on your stupid book!"
>She very audibly gasps.
>"STUPID BOOK?! This book was a gift from Princess Celestia, and it's the only way I ca-"
>She stops almost instantly.
>"Princess Celestia! She'll know what to do."
>She rushes over to a table, and begins levitating a feather. She dips it in ink and starts transcribing her thoughts.
>Out loud.
>You have no idea who or what she's talking about. Frankly, you're lost on this whole situation.
 
>You turn your head around to talk to the short lizard thing.
"Hey, little dude, can you tell me what the hell is going on around here?"
>The lizard looks up at you. You can see a hint of fear.
>Doesn't look like fear at you though.
>"Uh, sure...well, I'm Spike."
>Not the most prevalent information you were hoping to attain.
>Bonus points for manners though.
"Nice to meet ya Spike. I'd shake your hand, but..."
>Spike cocks his head to the side.
>"Hand?"
>...fucking really.
"Nevermind. In any case, nice to meet you. Now what are you, anyway?"
>"I should ask you the same thing. You're the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I've seen Chimeras."
"...I asked first."
>The childish ploy seemed to work.
>He looked like a kid, anyhow.
>"Well, I'm a dragon."
>A goddamn adorable one at that. Look at his widdle dragon tail!
>"And Twilight over there is a p0ny."
>Not far off from your guess.
 
>"QUIET OVER THERE I'M WRITING."
>The p0ny, apparently named Twilight, yells at you two to shut up.
>Spike scoffs.
"She usually this crazy?"
>Spike nods eagerly.
>"She's pretty good about not showing it."
>He laughs a bit when he says this.
>"SPIKE! Send this letter!"
>It flies across the room and smacks him in the face.
>"*sigh* Okay."
>He takes in a deep breath, and suddenly, the letter engulfed in green death flames.
>Well that was...semi expected.
>He is a dragon, breathing fire should be natural.
>Even from a tiny adorable dragon like him.
>When the flames subside, the letter is gone.
>This doesn't surprise you in the least.
>Paper + Fire = GONE
>What does surprise you is when he near immediately burps up another paper.
>Which appears out of fire.
>Welp, now your understanding of physics is shot as well.
 
>He unfurls the letter and begins reading.
>"Dear..uh...insert studen name here? This is an automated message from the desk of Princess Celestia. Due to a...insert disaster here...I cannot reply to your letter at this time. I will be able to reply to your letters until...*sigh*...insert day here. Your Princess, Celestia."
>Twilight does not seem happy at all with this situation.
>In all honesty, neither do you.
>Apparently she could have helped you back to your world!
"Well this is bad."
>You try to elicit a response. Maybe you can start talking peacefully with this p0ny.
>"It's terrible! How could she send such an informal response?!"
>...wat.
>"She didn't even put my name on it! It's like she doesn't care!"
>She apparently thinks that's much more important than dealing with you.
>Glad to see her priorities and mental state are totally normal.
 
>Meanwhile, in Canterlot...
 
>"C'mon, you need to dodge them at the right time!"
>Celestia is scolding her sister, who is holding a PonyBox controller.
>They are playing the hardest game they own, Battlepones.
>"Look, if that stupid bike would slow down I could do this easier!"
>"The bike is fine, you just suck!"
>"You try doing it then, wise-flank!"
>"Fine, ya idiot."
>Celestia takes the controller from her younger sister.
>She starts playing, weaving through the panels with ease.
>Suddenly, letter!
>It pops in front of her face, obstructing her view.
>BOOM!
>Game over.
>"FFFFFFFFF-"
>She tears the letter into pieces.
>Luna just watches.
>...what a scrub."
 
>Back with Twilight and the Gang
 
>"And I STILL have to deal with you."
>Great.
"Look, I'm telling you, I'm not going to hurt anyone, I want to go back as badly as you want me to."
>The little guy chimes in.
>"I think we should listen to him. He doesn't seem bad..."
>This guy.
>This guy gets it.
>"I can't take that chance Spike."
>She glares at you.
>"I'm going to keep you bound until Princess Celestia gets back to me."
>"Look, why don't you just tie him up with rope?" Spike suggests.
>What the hell, man! You thought he was cool!
>"Rope wouldn't work, Spike. We don't know if he has razor sharp claws or super strength!"
>You look down to your soft rounded fingers.
"While I'm flattered at the strength bit, I clearly don't have claws..."
>"I SAID I'M NOT TAKING CHANCES."
>The p0ny plops herself down on the wood floor in front of you.
>"I'm not letting you loose, you hear me?"
>Spike shows some serious concern for this p0ny.
>As he should.
>Bitch is crazy.
>"Uhh Twi, you know that you have to stay AWAKE for the spell to hold?"
>"Don't worry, Spike. I'm certain Celestia will get back to me soon!"
>That sounds suspiciously like desperate frantic confidence.
 
>Hours pass.
>Silent hours.
>You've tried to strike up conversations with it/her.
"So, tell me about yourself?"
>Nothing.
"Uhhhh, nice weather we're having?"
>Still nothing.
>She's just sitting there, staring at you.
>It's kind of creepy.
"Are you just going to stare at me?"
>"Yes."
>...
"Why...?"
>"Partially because I need to concentrate to keep you bound."
>Which she's been doing for the past few hours.
>Honestly impressive.
>"And partially because I have no idea what you are and am getting a good look at you."
>Okay, feelin' a bit violated.
"Why don't you just ask?"
>"Can't trust you. You might try to get me to let you escape."
>She's determined to keep you caught, eh?
>"Look, I'm sorry, but you're an unknown creature. From another dimension."
>You sigh.
"I get it, you don't want any trouble."
>You hear a distinct low rumbling.
>You'd recognize that feel anywhere.
>Hunger.
 
>You just realize you've been floating here for a long time.
>Pepsi-less.
>But more importantly, food-less.
"Twilight."
>No response, of course.
"I have to eat, you know."
>She gasps like before.
>"DO YOU EAT PONIES?!"
>You open your mouth for a smartass remark.
>You then remember you want to still be allowed to eat.
"No, nono, no NO!"
>Please stop being paranoid for a fucking second. You look around frantically for something to point out.
>That apple on the floor looks familiar.
>And delicious.
"I eat apples! Apples are good."
>She magics the apple in the air to your mouth.
>Smells fucking awesome!
>You go to take a bit.
>And she pulls it away.
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>"How do I know apples don't give you super powers or-"
"I NEED TO EAT SOMETHING!"
>That shut her up.
>She finally gets over her paranoia and feeds you a bit of apple.
>Damn that tastes good!
>Either magic spruced it up a bit, or apples here just taste a lot better than normal.
>You smile and have a food-gasm.
>Twilight looks concerned.
>"You okay?"
"Yes, it's just really delicious."
>"Yeah, best apples in Equestria. My friend Applejack grows them."
>Once you've eaten the apple, she levitates the core into the nearby trash.
>Twilight yawns.
>You finally notice how late it is.
>Spike's been long asleep, and she's still here holding you up.
>Damn, she's determined.
>You decide to let her have her way, and you try as hard as you can to fall asleep while upright in midair.
>It's a lot easier than you think.
 
>THUD.
>You collide with the ground.
>Again.
"Auughhh..."
>Still hurts like a bitch.
>You pull yourself to your hands and knees.
>Twilight is passed the fuck out in front of you.
>Guess little dragon dude was right. She couldn't hold it up for too long.
>Now's your chance to escape!
>With a grin an a snicker, you tiptoe your way to the front door...
>And stop.
>This p0ny, while paranoid as fuck, is only trying to send you home.
>You have no idea where you are.
>And if anyone else reacts like SHE did, you may end up dead.
>Against your extreme want to leave, you decide to stay.
>You prop up against one of the walls of the library, and fold your arms behind your head.
>What have you gotten into?
>For the last time that night, you let sleep overtake you.
 
>Day 2 in Equestria