>You were never much of a morning person
>Always liked to sleep in, never really watched the sunrise unless you pulled an all nighter
>Had a decent job at a fast food place during the graveyard shift
>Always met with the most interesting people during the night
>Lived comfortably in an apartment on a hella sweet memory foam mattress
>Which is why this situation is incredibly jarring for you
>You are on the ground. . .it feels cold and hard, and it's definitely not carpet
>Sunlight is pouring in from a window, covering your body and causing you to squint
>The rest of the room seems to have an unnatural darkness about it, obscuring the details of the room from you
'Where am I. . .'
>You hear a voice in response to your question
>'Oh, you are awake? Good, good. Can you stand up?'
>It sounds melodious and kind, regal and motherly
>You do so, somewhat shakily
>Being suddenly ripped from your plane of existence tends to do that
>You look around the room, and see something white in the corner of your eye
>You turn to face it, and are looking right at Princess Celestia herself


>You blink
>Are you dreaming? Are you dead? Did you have some bad sushi or something?
>You aren't sure, and all you can really do is stare
>She tilts her head and smiles softly at you
>'So you are a human? I've heard much about you. . .Lyra and Pinkie Pie often write me letters or mention them when I go to a royal brunch at Sugarcube corner. . .'
>Those names, you've heard them before. Could you be. . .?
>'Can you tell me your name?' She asks
>You snap back to reality and look at her, clearing your throat.'
My name is. . .I am Anonymous.
>She giggles a bit. 'That's a bit of a strange name. But then again, you might find our names strange as well. I am Princess Celestia. It's a pleasure too meet you.'
The pleasure is all mine, your majesty
>You bow slightly, trying to be humble before her
>She smiles at the gesture and bids you to rise, and you look around the room, trying to take stock of the situation you are in


>The room is made of rather plain grey stone, perfectly rectangular and having a wooden door in front of you, behind Celestia
>To the left of you you notice a large, regal bed with fine silk sheets and all sorts of pillows
>To the right of you is a large bookshelf against the wall, stocked with tomes upon tomes of knowledge, and a wooden chair and table, just large enough for you to sit in
>There is also a desk near the bookshelf with a lantern and all sorts of writing impliments; parchment and scrolls and quills and inkwells
>Celestia notices you looking around and smiles. 'I made sure that you would be well taken care of during your stay here. I wasn't sure how big you would be, so I got the largest of everything.'
Oh, ah, thanks. . .
>You are a impressed at her foresight, but somethings are bothering you
Why exactly am I here? How did I get here?
>She nods, as if expecting that question, and her expression seems to turn a bit anxious.
>'I wanted to. . .test a summoning spell, to sate my own curiosity. Those two ponies went on and on about humans, so I wanted to meet one and see for myself.'
Hah, well, here I am. Sorry if I'm not much to look at.
>Her expression brightens at your comment. 'There is something else, though. I wanted this to be a sort of. . .project. To learn about humans straight from one of them. It's a sort of a cultural exchange, you see. But, I'm worried my subjects might not be as accepting of your presence as I am, so I will need to keep you in this room. . .'
>It's always something, isn't it.


>'If you don't want to stay confined in here, I can understand. I will send you back tomorrow at first light.' She adds
>At least there is a way out
>She turns to leave, looking over her. .. shoulder? at you
>You aren't well versed in pony anatomy
>'I will send a maid here with some lunch later, and then I will have dinner with you after the sun sets. You can tell me your decision then.'
I'll think about it. It's quite a burden I bear, representing humanity and all that. No pressure, right?
>She smiles.' You've done well so far.'
>With that, she closes the door behind her, and your hear it click
>You walk over to the bed and sit down, pouring over the choice put before you
>Stay in a room, close yet so far from all the ponies you know and love, but in the world you've always wanted to be in
>Or go back to your moderately comfortable existence, knowing you never could be with the ponies?
>You look at the wall with the window, smirking a bit
Guess this is my fourth wall now.


>You decide not to be all mopy and brooding about it
>You walk over to the bookshelf, seeing that she has spared no expense in getting the finest literature and texts for you
>All sorts of codexs, history books, lexicons, everything
>There's even some fantasy novels, like. . .
>Pomer's Odyssey
>Mysides.jpg
>You gather up texts pertaining to basic matters, like botany, physiology, geology, stuff like that
>The concept of learning magic is tempting, you admit, but a mere human couldn't use it
>The next hours are spent pouring over the texts, reading line after line of knowledge
>Time is lost to you as you are swimming in a sea of words
>You can almost feel them jumping off the page and into your brain
>Wait
>You pull back from your reading, looking around
>The room is a soft orange and red, and you realize you've spent practically the whole day reading
>Your stomach's ravenous moans of hunger confirm you've missed lunch
>You shake your head and close up the open books, placing them back in the shelf and waiting for night to fall
>You turn on the lantern when the sun finally sets, and on cue, you hear the soft clopping of Celestia out your door


>She knocks on the door
>'Anonymous? Are you in there?'
No, I climbed out the window and am currently running loose in Canterlot.
>She opens the door with a smirk on her face. 'You have quite the sense of humor, I see.'
>She walks into the room, and levitating behind her is a tray, filled to the brim with sliced bread, cheese, crackers, apple slices, and fruit pastries, and a tea pot with two cups
>She places it on the table and levitates a pillow from the bed, and places it under her and sits down in front of you
>'The maid said you didn't answer the door when she brought you lunch. I came to check on you, and you didn't answer either. We were so worried. . .'
>Her words fall on deaf ears; you are already stuffing your face with everything that is edible
>She blinks and clears her throat, and you look up at her with your cheeks full of food, blushing a bit.
>You swollen a chunk of the delicious mush in your mouth, and hold up your hand, indicating you need a moment
>Talk about biting off more than you can chew
>You swallow the rest and gasp a bit
'Ah. .. yeah, I was just lost in a good book. Well, several.'
>You motion to the bookshelf
>'It's good to see you have the willingness to learn, but you may want to read a book about proper manners later.'
>She has the most playful smirk on her face
'How many 'Humans are pretty awesome' points do I loose for that one?'
>You both share a good laugh, going back and forth with your sarcastic comments about each other

>Eventually, after some cups of tea and idle chit chat, she seems to have a serious expression about her
>'Well, you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. . .but I need to hear it from you. Do you want to stay here, and teach me about humans, or do you want to go back?'
>Normally, you would have said yes without hesitation
>But you've got friends and family back home. How would they cope with your loss?
>That, and what if you actually appear in an episode? Would anyone recognize you? How would the fans react?
>Talk about an existential crisis
>You take a deep breath, and she looks at you expectantly
'I will stay. On the condition that I find some way to contact my friends and family from my world, and come up with an excuse for my disappearance.'
>She looks overjoyed. 'Ooh, this is so awesome!' She says, loosing her regal air and sounding a bit girly
>You raise your eyebrow and she blinks, clearing her throat
>'Ahem. . . yes. Well, you should rest, Anonymous. I will have many questions for you tomorrow evening. In the meanwhile, I will try to find a way to send messages for you.'
>She stands, levitating the tray and tossing the pillow on the bed with her magic, walking out and looking back at you
>'Sleep well, Anonymous.'
>She closes the door behind her, and you look over at the pillow
'Great. I know which one I'm NOT sleeping on tonight.'
>You yawn and stretch a bit ,heading over to the bed and sinking under the covers
>You were already in some PJs, and the silk sheets are hella comfy
>Not as hella comfy as memory foam, but it'll do
>For the first time in a while, you close your eyes and fall asleep at a decent time