A long, almost too long, exhausting day in L.A. occurred, leaving a grown man to sulk and groan across his home. Dragging heavy feet, he slouched, standing at a fairly average 5'10" with tan skin, black hair and red dyed top, black framed glasses and a scruffy beard, his name was Mark Edward Fischbach. He had just gotten back from another challenge with his buddies from Team Edge; Matthais, his brother Joseph, and their brother-in-law Bryan, in a running challenge. Mark stumbled and bumbled in mere T-shirt and underwear, socks stretched at different lengths, he was walking to his room, taking his time to reach his bed before slamming down on the hard mattress. Arms splayed out, he gave out a loud yell before sitting back up, not giving in to the ever beckoning call of slumber.
Mark stared at his compute room, the door open and the sleeping monitor just in view. Giving a slight hesitation, he rubbed his eyes from exhaustion and stood up. The red and black-haired male sauntered over, swinging the door open and sat down on his swivel seat. Turning on the screen, it came to life, a bright screen and the sound of a small jingle before revealing his passcode. Typing it in, he looked across his desk, grinning slightly to himself as his attention was soon drawn back to the monitor.
Just before continuing, a previous memory hit the front of his head like Athena did to Zeus. Logging onto steam, he searched for the game some of his "odder" fans have requested. Looking for the name, he found the Icon of said game. Clicking it, the name popped up as something different; instead of "My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic Adventure Game" it was "MLP:FiM Portal to the Great Lands".
Mark thought little of it, the screencaps matched the ones he had previously searched for, leading him to download the game. While it was downloading, he made some herbal green tea to help calm him tired nerves. Mark relaxed for an hour, simply leaning back in his seat and staring at the loading bar. Once the game finally finished, he sat up, fixing the previously crooked glasses and running his hands through his hair several times. He reached over, pressing the on button to his webcam and ran his mouse through the system preferences, loading up the camera. Once the light turned on, he began to record the video, clicking the game and loading it. Once the full screen turned back, he looked up at the camera, waving and calling out, "Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to a new game some of you have requested. Now... The title didn't seem to match the name request on Steam, but I'm more than sure this one. Is. It. It's called MLP:FiM Portal to the Great Lands- which I gotta say- sounds pretty cool... But Anyway, lets get started!"
He was greeted with a bright pink flash and colorful lettering as well as small still images of the main six on the bottom corner. His grin faded for a brief moment to look in utter awe at what he was playing. He realized what he was doing, and quickly began to flash small grins once more, chiming in. "Okay, so some of you should know, I am NOT a brony. I don't watch the show, I hardly know the names of these ponies, BUT! That doesn't mean I hate bronies either. I'm just not one of them." He raised his arms defensively, looking directly at the camera. "But the music is pretty good..." He laughed, goofily bobbing his head to the music. After a long while he called out once more, "Alright! Let's get going!" Clicking the play button, he waited for the game to load. The screen turned black and stayed like that for a long while. Mark began to fidget in his seat, looking awkwardly before speaking once more, to the camera and to himself. "Well... Hehe..he... This is taking a long while-"
He was cut off in the middle of his sentence before his entire vision went white. A sharp pain smacked the back of his head as he fell over on his keyboard. The camera shook from the sudden weight and shifting, falling off from it's perch and landing next to Mark, still recording.
He woke up, giving a distressed groan as he sat up. His eyes were almost glued shut. He raised his hand, prying them open only to have a rather blunt object jab at his face. Startled by what it was, he jumped back, tearing his eyes open from their lids. He looked around, seeing he was no where near his home. Or L.A. in general. He furrowed his brows, looking down at the ground, a small dirt path curved passed trees and bright butterflies flew around him. He was thoroughly confused, and his face showed completely. Mark stood up, looking at the ground to see where his hands should be, there were only brown hooves. Mark stared at them for a long while, blinking as he followed them up to his shoulders and to the rest of his body. He was on all fours, covered in light brown fur. He had a long tail which was black and a dark mark on his haunches. It was a pink mustache; a Warfstache.
Realizing what he was, he began to crescendo from a low 'ahh' to a high pitch, voice cracking-induced yell. He began to gallop around the field, head up and shrieks ringing to the sky. he was further more startled from the sounds of his own hooves. Mark ran down the path, full gallop to find anybody he knew. No one seemed to be around him.
As he blindly ran, Mark soon met a village. The homes were made of wood and hay, no sidewalks or vehicles were on the path. The now-found pony began to panic, shrieking out to the homes. "Hello? Is anybody here? Please? I need help! Uh... Uhh... FIRE! FIRE!" He shrieked. No one came out. All shutters were closed and the entire town seemed dormant. He began to gallop through the town, looking around for anyone, staring up at the sky for anyone. His gallops slowed to a trot, looking around. Mark looked forward, his hooves stopping in place immediately. His dark brown eyes widened as he stared in awe. Before him stood a large crystal castle. It looked vaguely like a tree, but that was besides the point. The colorful home lead Mark too it like a spoon attracts a Magpie. He stopped before the doors, looking for a doorbell before simply knocking. He shook the shivers down his spine when he re-encountered his hooves. The knock echoed through the inside, traveling to the only ponies in the castle.
After a few moment of looking in awe, he heard hoof-steps. A lot of them. Mark stepped back and watched as the doors soon opened. His eyes widened at the sight as he felt yet another scream rise, but it was soon lodged in the back of his through, staying there like a heavy lump.