“ Bright sunshine. Enhanced colours. Change of scenery. Possibly some sort of visual enhancer. No mood changes. Emotions still basic. Location might be different. A garden, not a used room.”
“ John. John come here!”
“ Different scent. Could be a result in nerve changes due to the powder. Very realistic representation of grass and sunlight."
“ Its not often I need your assistance but now is a good time.” Yelled Sherlock again. But no one came to him. Sherlock thought for a moment and considered exploring but thought better of it. He knew now that the pink powder was a hallucinogenic substance and by the looks of things, produces a powerful hallucination.
“ By the realism of this powder, should only last more than twenty four.” Sherlock then tried to stand up but found himself falling over immediately. He snapped his eyes down to himself and found nothing but white fur and hooves. He couldn't help but chuckle a little.
“ You have to be joking. Alright then, white fur, hooves, relativity small, mane similar to my own hair. Judging by hight and measurements id say a pony of some sort.” Sherlock then proceeded to rise of the ground and onto all fours and found himself walking. “ Simple imitation of the anatomy of the ponies walk motion.” He thought. He looked round the garden he was in. Firstly he noticed the large castle sitting behind him. More like a palace than anything else. “ Canterlot.” He thought while catching a sign with said name. He spotted several entrances and exits and was able to deduce that the first exit would lead him to some sort of life. Sherlock slowly started heading towards the door, keeping his eyes flicking everywhere. He entered the dark corridor and came into a large hall. Sherlock stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of another pony. This one was a little larger than him and adorned golden armour. “ Armour, golden. Head held high, standing next to the door. Small scuffs on his hooves. Suggests fights. Small scar on the left cheek. Rough fights then. Small insignia on chest plate. Signifying whatever military or guard he works for. Obviously a foot soldier if he's only guarding a gate so will be fairly easy to confuse.” Thought Sherlock. He took a step back into the hall and took a quick glance around. He spotted a saucer plate sitting on a small desk not far from him. Struggling to start of with, he picked it up and without a moments hesitation threw it down the corridor in the opposite direction.
“ Hey! This is a secure location. No one in or out without the princesses orders.” The guard said before rushing down the hallway. Sherlock watched from the shadows as the pony darted past him and into the distance, giving him the perfect opportunity to escape. Sherlock dashed to the door and opened it slightly. Peaking through, he saw nopony standing or patrolling the other side so he pushed through. “ Large hall, similar to the last. Drapes on either side. Possibly a royal hall or rather an entrance hall done up to look its best with the intent of dazzling visitors on first sight. The later seaming more so. Windows on either side of the door. Figures.” Sherlock thought. He walked up to the doors and saw that it was indeed the exit and entrance doors. Which meant that this was the palace entrance hall. Sherlock thought no more as he pushed the doors open and dashed out the palace. He instantly found himself surrounded by ponies of all different colours. What astonished him the most was the horns and wings on some of them. This wasn't just filled with ponies, it was filled with unicorns and pegasi.
“ Oh hello there chap. You seam lost, have you just came out the castle?” Asked a pony wearing a suit and having blue hair. Sherlock looked at him carefully. “ Expensive material suit. Combed curtain blue hair. Accent suggest either an upper class citizen or rather he attained it from his parents. No scuffs on his hooves, rather they look perfect. Brushed and evenly cut fur on his hooves suggest enough money to order others. Horn on his head. Unicorn. Soft smile on his face, monocle. Slightly deficient right eye maybe … no, the monocle's plane glass. An act of fashion no doubt. Eyes, seam keen and warm, suggest a warm and kind upbringing. Finely tuned and prepared shirt at the collar. This pony wanted to look its best before leaving. Hmm, all eyes are on him or at least glancing which conveys high status. This pony therefore is one of high class and is most likely the centre of attention to draw eyes to him. Money? Must have excessive amounts to the point where its redundant to him. Pink hair on his shoulders. Must be that of a mare or a pink haired stallion. Green parcel in his pocket. Rapped in red, suggests present and possibly to the owner of the pink hair, why would the hair be on his suit if he wanted to look so perfect.”
“ Clearly.” Spoke Sherlock. He stared at the pony in front of him not moving his gaze. The blue haired pony laughed a little.
“ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fancy Pants-”
“ Hold on. Is that a figure of speech or just a bad joke – Wait, no. You said that with enough confidence to the point where if it were a joke, and a poor one at that, it would be very well pulled of and judging by your accent and what I guess your self esteem will be to accompany it. That must actually be your name. Fascinating.”
“ Oh uh, well yes. I say, would you care for me to accompany you wherever you are headed too? It would be my pleasure.”
“ Still can't get over you and the other pony speaking English. Although you differ from the other one by speaking in an old Victorian dialect of English. How very interesting.”
“ Well I don't-”
“ Yes!”
“ Yes?”
“ Yes, I would love for you to show me to – ' Think think. Canterlot. Houses a royal palace which means capital. Oh but not necessary capital, could be a historic city with a landmark but who would guard an old historic castle and keep it furnished and clean. Capital is more likely. No where for me to be as of now. Come on think think think. Housing, restaurants, shops, tourism … train station. A map.' – The train station. If you’d be so kind.” Said Sherlock. Fancy pants stared for a moment before smiling.
“ I dare say you are quite something. Oh well then, off we go.” He said. Fancy Pants turned and headed down the street they were on. Sherlock followed suit, now mastering the walk of a pony. He looked around everywhere at everything and everypony. He still felt it absurd that this was all fake but he new he only had at least twenty four hours to go before the effect would wear off. That and it must have knocked him out due to Sherlock walking distances which would make him hit the wall back in the room if this were only a hallucinogenic. Sherlock watched and clocked everything as he walked, from small titles of dress designers to the names of big branded jewellery. Small restaurants, to large restaurants. Sherlock was deep in thought when Fancy Pants spoke up.
“ Ah, here we are. Canterlot train station. Oh I say, where might you be going. If you'll pardon my curiosity?”
Sherlock roused out his musings and launched into action. “ Going somewhere. Going somewhere. Somewhere inconspicuous. Somewhere with a low mark of notoriety. Where where, city? No to big. Town, no still to big. Village. A small settlement. Map! Las pegasus … Figures. To big and if anything like the real world version then too much commotion. Cloudsdale?” Sherlock looked at a small sign on the walls of the train station quickly. “ 'Wonderbolts.' Residents at Cloudsdale. Judging by the popularity of that place and the fact that its all pegasi there, no. Ponyvile? Too small. Somewhere a little bigger.”
“ Um Sir-”
“ Not now.” Said Sherlock Sternly. “ Oh to hell with it, Ponyvile. Yes, small, inconspicuous, hasn't got a large population. More or less everybody knows each other so I'll be able to play the helpless new pony and due to everybody knowing each other I’ll be able to fit right in but then they might get suspicious of me. Well isn’t everybody suspicious of me. Accommodation and money? Will be taken care of upon arrival.” Sherlock turned to Fancy Pants and smiled.
“ I'll be off to Ponyvile it seams.”
“ Ah, a fine place indeed. I dare say I didn't catch your name. I'm sorry but I find it rather rude not to give a parting farewell without using a name.”
Sherlock looked at the pony and stared for a moment. “ Sherlock Holmes.” He said Finally.
“ It was a pleasure and might I add, a thrill to meet someone so different. All the best on your journey.” Said Fancy Pants. Sherlock only looked at him before turning and heading into the train. But he stopped jut before entering and turned.
“ Oh and Fancy Pants.”
“ Yes?”
“ You should rap the present in pink. Would suit her pink mane better.” Said Sherlock before turning round, leaving a stunned Fancy Pants. He walked and found himself an empty carriage that he could get some peace and retreat to his mind. Sitting down, he let loose his mind on all possibilities.
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Sherlock was sitting for at least six hours before he finally opened his eyes.
“ Must have thought through the night. Hmm.” He said casually while looking at the rising sun. Sherlock didn't notice until then that the carriage was now full of ponies. The only tabled seat empty was his own. Sherlock couldn't help but role his eyes.
“ And I said to him, why don't you ask some otherpony to do the work for you. I mean it was not like I had to do it for him.”
“ You know you're right. Photo Finish should learn to do her own work sometimes.”
“ I know! I thought....” Sherlock tuned out of their feeble squabble and turned to another couple. He only listened for a moment before looking the other way. But this time he looked at a pony sitting on the train talking to one other at the end of the carriage.
“ You know the drill. You mustn’t get caught or we'll both have them to speak to.”
“ You worry too much. I have the presents for her. She'll love them.”
“ I hope so.”
Sherlock looked at both ponies and sighed. “ Normal, dull, inferior minds.” He said annoyed. He knew that this must be part of his subconscious producing such people, or rather ponies that would infuriate him. “ I thought I tamed you long ago.” Said Sherlock, brining a hoof up and tapping his head.
“ Sir. Next stop is Ponyvile.” Said a pony. Sherlock lazily tipped his head round and looked at her. A yellow pony with a brown mane. She smiled at him. Sherlock's mind automatically started getting to work on figuring her out but he forced himself to look the other way.
“ Of coarse.” He said in a monotone. The pony nodded to herself and carried on down the carriage. Sherlock stared out the window as they passed country side and couldn't figure out just how the mind. His own mind. Could produce such a diverse reality with the help of what Sherlock presumed to be a prototype and weak drug. “ I'll figure it out sooner or later.” He thought while glancing at his internal clock. He only had at least eighteen hours left. The train tumbled along the tracks until Sherlock noticed the momentum slowing slightly. Soon after the train braked and it rapidly slowed and Sherlock watched as a station came by the windows and settled in front of it.
“ Ponyvile.” The same yellow pony said in a high voice to the carriage. Sherlock rose from his seat and headed to the doors. “ I think you'll have fun in this small place. I could show you.” The mare said. Sherlock paused and looked at her again. He knew exactly what she was doing.
“ I think you should turn around and go and try and seduce that pony over there. The one with the brown fur you like. Perhaps you would also like some real money to buy some real perfume or clothing to impress ponies a bit more.”
“ But … but how.” The pony said stunned.
“ Small traces of brown fur all over your right leg tells me you were leaning against him.”
“ But that doesn't tell you I was with that pony.”
“ Clearly. But the fact that you left and returned wearing the exact same type of perfume, or at least as close to the real product as possible, which I heard the brown pony say he liked. Further more you left and returned with your clothing pressed and by the looks of it repressed again and the fact your hair was combed. Strands of hair falling out your mane tells me a quick brush which suggests you want to be out here talking to the brown pony more than being anywhere else which tells me you want only to impress. I see a mare who wants a boyfriend … no, wait … coltfriend and will go to any lengths to do so and even ask complete strangers, or even hint to strangers of you underlying intent.”
“ You-”
“ And yes, I will have a fun time indeed. … good day miss.” Said Sherlock putting a smile on before leaving the train. The mare stood stunned still but came to once the doors closed. Sherlock didn't glance at the train leaving the station but instead stared at the sign above him. “ Ponyvile.”
A/U: So I used this chapter to basically show off Sherlock a little bit. Hope I'm doing good and you like it!!