//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Discords Chaos // by Sweetapplejacker //------------------------------// Chapter 3 Part 1 A.N.: welcome to Equestria everyone!! Okay so from now on, I’ll be doing it in the chara’s POV, so this one is Toby’s then, Doc’s ect. Thanks for your continued reading of DC. Bold=POV chara’s thoughts. Orange= Hook Brown= Line ////////////////////////////// Toby’s POV ////////////////////////////// Ssssswwwwwwwwwwooshhhhhhhh Ssssswwwwwwwwwwooshhhhhhhh “Argg, what the- Holy hell that was awesome, the room spinning, the sandman walking in, ebony becoming white, aww that was great. Oww, head hurts, argg body hurts too.” Kaw, KAW. “What the, why is there a bird inside Leon’s room. And, is that the ocean? Dude, I must still be out to it.” I stretched my legs and arms out in front of me. “Hmmmm, nothing like a good stretch over the sand to wake up aft- … sand?” I creaked open my eyes and sure enough I was lying on a long stretch of yellow sand, running along towards and over the horizon. A perfectly green hillside stretched in front of the sand with trees and birds chirping around a light blue sky. I turned and looked behind me, a green-blue ocean swirled and waved in the mid-morning sun “…. Oookay I think I’m still high. I must admit thou, this pretty cool, in a girly-weird sort a way.” I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the sand and sleep from my face but found it strangely harder than usual. “argg, geez why is it so hard to get the sand out with my hoof, it’s just a simpl-…hoof?” I lowered my “hand” to find a jet black hoof with a grey outline instead. Raising my eyebrow I moved it left, then right, then left again. I twirled it around and found like a hand it only went a quarter turn in either direction. He looked at his other hand and it too was a hoof. “… Oookay, this is trippy.” HAY, YOU THERE, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!! I looked up as a guys voice reached me. “Huh?” Then another voice sang out, this one deeper. OVER HERE BUDDY!! Two horses were walking up towards me, saddled up with fishing gear and supplies for what looked like camping. But there was no one riding them. Where were the riders? Maybe they were walking behind them. “Okay I hear ya, but I don’t see you, where are you?” The horse on the left raised it eyebrow. How does a horse raise its eyebrow, it’s not like it can understa- “We are right in front of you, what are you blind?” Aaaand, my sense of reality has just been destroyed. I better still be high or I’m going to flip the fuck out. “Hellooo, Equestria to black pony.” Equestri-what now? Black pony? What the fuck are these horses talking about? “Huh, you’re talking to me? How are you talking?” The horse on the right chuckled “So you can talk, that’s great. And I talk with my mouth, same as anypony.” Haha, I have no idea what to say. “Anyway, I’m Hook, this is my twin brother, Line. Sooo, what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” SHITSHITSHITSHIT OH FUCK ME, QUICK COME UP WITH SOMETHING… “I’m, uh, Toby,yeah that’s me, good old Toby.” O God Why Did I Give Him My REAL NAME! please buy it. “Cool name, so what you doing here? Taking a swim or something? Cause usually nopony comes this way.” “…yes, that’s exactly what I was doing; now I’m sunbaking, haha.” Dear God, I need to get sober FAST!! I’m actually talking to them now!! “Well okay, you might want to finish up thou because a storm has being scheduled for noon, so I’d hurry back to Ponyville if I was you.” Ponyville, gag*. What kind of name is Ponyville? Wait, where the fuck is it? “Okay, will do. Which way was it from here again?” Please don’t be far, please don’t be far. “It’s just over those hills, about a forty minute trot. Did yah hit your head buddy? It’s pretty hard to forget where it is.” “Ha-ha no, I just, uh, have no sense of direction. Ha-ha I get lost really easily.” That should be a legitimate excuse. Now start a forty FUCKING minute walk, high as a kite. This should be fun. NOT!! “Well, okay. You have a good day now. Come on Line, we need to get-on home before that storm hits.” Line nods in my direction then starts to follow his brother. As they fade away I try to stand get to my feet. A couple seconds later I realise I no longer had two feet but four hooves and that it was harder to stand up then it looks, plus my back legs were bending in the opposite direction than normal. It felt FUCKING weird!! “Okay, so to sum up in a nutshell, I am now a pony in an almost cartoon looking world, I have no idea where anything is except this “Ponyville” that is forty-minutes away, I don’t know how to do anything basic like standing, let alone walking, a pair of horses that could talk have warned me that a storm is coming and I’m probably going to get stuck in it. HAVE I LEFT ANYTHING OUT GOD!?! HUH?!” WOOOOOSHHHHH As i yelled the last sentence a huge wave had formed behind me and smashed over me, drenching me with salt-water. “Aaaand now I’m soaking wet. Thanks, I knew I was forgetting something. Thanks for reminding me god.” I try again at standing up, remembering what I’ve seen on the discovery channel on farm animals. After a few face plants, much swearing and annoyance, I had managed to stand up and walk a couple of steps. During my faces multiple relationship’s with the ground I had noticed that I also had a pair of wings. They were dripping wet and unmoving, but I had WINGS!! “…okay, I will admit that’s pretty awesome.” Then an idea struck me like lightning. “Wait, I don’t need to walk, I can FLY!! Ha-ha, take that god!! A forty minute walk my ass, I’ll be there in ten with no problems.” ////////////////////////////// “FUCK FLYING, FUCK WINGS, FUCK THIS STUPID PLACE, FUCK YOU GOD CAUSE I KNOW YOU HAD A HAND IN THIS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, FUCK YOU LEON FOR GIVING ME THAT FUCKING WERID SHIT!!” Three hours after realising I had wings I was nowhere nearer to flying then an elephant was and I could see the storm coming over the hills. I was now walking shakily towards where the horses had told me to go. Every five minutes or so, I would trip on something like root, my feet, a rock, a ditch, my feet, a stick and again my feet. By the time I had reached the hill that overlooked a small, town looking place, that I had assumed was this fabled “Ponyville”; I was not the blue-bird of happiness. On the upside I was dry now. BOOM Thunder started to rumble followed by a flash of lightning, striking right next to me. I’ll say it, I shat a brick. Not proud of it but I’d like to see anyone be there and NOT shit a brick. As a stumble/run down the side of the hillside the rain started to fall. HARD. Within thirty seconds I was drenched again and blind due to the force of the rain. I stumbled/run over a bridge into the town, trying to find a bit of shelter. I found a gazebo in the middle of what looked like a park. I dragged myself out of the rain and stood there shivering for a second before shacking myself like a dog, which I admit was fun, although I was still wet. But I was out of the rain, so I was thank full of that. But the real bitch now was the wind; it hit me like waves of freaking ice over and over. I now had a moment to look around a fifty-meter radius of visibility. Mainly houses where around the park and gazebo but there was a big building that looked like two house in one. While I looked at the building I notice a white pony run across the street and towards it. It knocked rapidly and the door opened to let it in. “Hmm, maybe I can get in there too. It’s better than freezing my balls off out here.” I make a bee-line for the building. The rain stings my eyes so I close them, trying to keep my direction towards the general area of the building. “Man, I hope I get to it and don’t miss it, which would suck ba-“ WHAM Yep, found it, thanks face. You’re the best finder of hard objects I will ever know. Rubbing my face to get some feeling back, I then knocked on the door rapidly. A couple seconds later the door opened to reveal a portly white horse with a black moustache and cigar in his mouth. His grey hair cut so that it is spiky at the front. “Geeze mate, get inside, it’s raining cats and dogs out there.” No Shit, Really? I thought it was quite sunny. “Thanks, Christ it’s terrible out ther- SHIT!” As I walked inside I slipped on the puddle of water, and thanks to my awesome balancing skills I had another relationship with the floor. I was getting to know her very well. The white horse chuckles, taking a puff of the cigar and making a smoke ring. “Alright down there, mate? Sorry about that, my daughters left a bit of a mess when they got back, I was going to get them to clean it up, but then you knocked.” “Lucky me. I’m Toby by the way.” I hold up a hoof as if to hand shake which he somehow grabs and shakes. “Nice to meet you, I’m Walter Scratch, owner of this club.” “Club?” I look around and finally noticing my surroundings, it was in fact, as he said, what looked like a dance club; complete with a bar, stage, dance floor, booths and a DJ table. The lighting was a simple pre-club theme, not blinding but not a raving darkness. The stage has speakers and spotlights of different colours and has a chair in the middle with a microphone, plus a cello resting against the chair. The DJ station was black and electric-blue with a screen on the front of it. DJ-PON3 was on the side in big silver letters. The booths were dark red couches with brown wooden tables, big enough for four people. The Bar was along the other side of the room and was a sleek grey with a crystal bench. Behind the bench was a staircase leading somewhere upstairs, probably bedrooms. What could my attention was the library of alcohol behind the bar. Walter noticed where I was looking and smiled at me. “You want a drink mate? “…yes, yes I would. I need one after the shit I’ve been through today.” Walter then looks at me with a serious expression as he slowly puffed his cigar. “Are you the legal age?” Oh crap, um what’s the age limit again? “Ahh, I’m eighteen. Soo…” Walter smiles and pulls the cigar from his mouth blowing the smoke in my face but I was used to that so I didn’t cough. “Close enough. Just don’t go spreading the word.” THANK YOU JESUS, YOU LIVE THROUGH THIS MAN, HORSE, WHATEVER HE IS. Walter walked around the bar to the Holy Grail and pulled out a bottle, and sets it down on the bench. “Here, we’ll start you off with a personal favourite of mine.” He grabbed two glasses and set them down and filled it with an amber-liquid. “Good old ‘Buck Daniel’s’, she’s my lady, smooth and creamy. So bad I shouldn’t, but I will.” He takes out his cigar and puts in the ash tray, then downs his whole drink in one without any trouble. Buck Daniel’s? Hmm seems something’s are just universal, even a drug induced world has good taste. After a few glasses of Buck a door shutting was heard upstairs followed by footsteps on the stairs. Another white horse entered the room, although this one was a lot smaller then Walter and her hair was a messed up mix of Electric-blue and dark blue. The coolest thing thou, was the pair of shades that she wore, a black pair with amethyst purple lenses that hid its eyes. “Dad, Octy used all of the shampoo and hot water again. She is always doing it. Wait, what are you doing? Who’s your friend?” Now, my alcohol tolerance when I’m sober was pretty good, but either because I’m still high or this was stronger than normal, cause all I got out was: “am tooobiee, nnisse to meeat ya” Then I toppled over backwards and felt a little pain, then blackness. ////////////////////////// Again sorry people for the long wait, but I’ve had school work that was a bitch to do so, my humblest apologies. So RnR and enjoy, I mean, if you want to. SAJ OUT!! Till next time.