The library door swung open, a very drunk Nikolai came out into the night with a bottle of Cossacks vodka in his hand, he was swaying from side to side, singing an unintelligable russian song, he went through the dead silent town. After minutes of drunk walking and singing, he sat in front of an abandoned, boarded up house, still sipping from his bottle. As soon as the bottle was completely wasted, he threw it away, it impacted on the ground, sending pieces of glass in different directions, this including cutting Nikolai's cheek, fresh blood began to pour out.
"Fuck..." he cursed and slammed his palm against the bleeding cheek, stopping the bleeding. "Anypony...got a tissue?" he asked particulary no one. Nikolai heard a giggle, he stood up and looked inside the boarded up house, the only thing he could see through the planks of wood was an old cruicible. He snorted and sat back down, still holding his cheek. Nikolai began to feel tired, he rested his head on the cold stone wall, his eyelids began dropping. He heard the same giggle again, he raised his head and looked through out the darkness that was around him. "Who is...there?" he asked, but no reply came. He rested his head back on the wall. Soon he began to feel the tiredness overpower him, his eyelids dropped and dozed off, snoring in the procces.
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Nikolai awoke from his unsuspected nap, his eyes slowly began to stirr open, upon half way, he saw a hoodied muzzle, but there was something on that muzzle, a smile, with it's front teeth stuck out. Nikolai recognized it as a mare by the shape.
"Wake up sleepy head." the hoodied mare whispered. But, her stance seemed to be different, Nikolai saw that her front hooves were rested on her hind legs, she was standing like a human. A long robe trailed down her body. Nikolai rubbed his left eye, it was watery. "Are you even paying attention?" the mare tapped his head with a hoof, like a door knock. Nikolai shook his head afterwards.
'Is this guy drunk or something?' the mare thought and looked over the broken bottle, 'Yep.'
"Come on, you'll catch a cold from sitting on bare stone." she said, placing a hoof on his shoulder. Nikolai yawned and stood up, strange, the mare seemed to be his height, only a bit smaller, a few inches or so. And her hind legs stance seemed to be perfectly natural, as if she was born with it. Like a human. Nikolai looked at her legs, they were hooves, so she's a pony.
"Hey, I'm Ipsywitch, nice to meet ya." she extended a friendly hoof. Nikolai simply stared at her hoodied muzzle.
"How do you...stand like that, ponies can't do that..." he said, still a bit shaken up from the party booze. He took her hoof in his hand and firmly shook it. "Well, some ponies can't and some ponies like me, can." she said and slid her hoof away. "What's your name?" she asked, Nikolai blinked, "Nikolai, nice to *hic* meet ya too." he replied drunkly. Ipsy snorted, "You're still drunk from that, come on, get in." she approached the abandoned house's door and turned the knob. Nikolai simply stood there, "Come on, somepony will snatch you and use you in their baking experiments." Ipsy gestured for him to come inside. Nikolai burped and proceeded, Ipsy couldn't help but stiffle a chuckle. As soon as Nikolai was inside she closed the door and turned the key in the keylock, she then bolted it shut. Nikolai couldn't care less about why she was locking the door that way in his drunken state. He took in his surroundigs, different dark furniture with weird ritual marks flowed through the room. A bed with a skull ingraving stood in the middle of the room, he saw the cruicible next to a wooden table. "So you're a Necromancer?" he asked, she held her head up. "Huh? Wha? I'm not a Necromancer, why does everypony suggests that?" she crossed her hooves between her chest, very irritated. "Sorry, that robe and this furniture, kinda makes you look like one." he rubbed the back of his neck, Ipsy uncrossed her hooves, using her left one she slid off the hoodie, revealing her dark violet mane and brown, sparkly eyes, her coat colour was a very light blue. "Yar coat is nice." Nikolai complimented. Ipsy shrugged, "Thanks, I get told that a bunch if times." she walked over a table with a bottle, and two glasses, both with four ice cubes in them. Ipsy took the bottle, with her hoof, and pured the orange liquid into the glass, filling it up halfway. She brought the glass to her lips and gulped down the liquid. "Want?" she asked, turning around. Nikolai waved his hands in disagreement.
For the first time Nikolai noticed that the room was quite dark, "Hey, where are the lights, I can't see shit right here." he said, Ipsy sighed. "Hey, Miss Scootaloo, can you check the fuses down in the basement please?" Ipsy yelled out, soon an orange mare with a black sweater with a cable to her ear, those things that the FBI uses. She was standing the same way Ipsy was, which was quite strange, strange and odd indeed.
"Sure thing." Scootaloo walked off into another room. "How do you ponies do that?" Nikolai burped, "Do what?" Ipsy asked, completely ignoring Nikolai's manners because they were amusing. "That, walking on your hind legs thing, I thought you walked on all fours." he raised an eyebrow, Ipsy chuckled and dropped down on her fours, "See, its comfortable running-erm, galooping like this, but I prefer to spend my time on my hinds." she lifted herself, standing on her hind legs again. Ipsy unbuttoned her robe, revealing her light blue chest, thank god ponies had different anatomy than humans. "What pony are you?" Nikolai asked, Ipsy tilted her head in confusion, "What?" she said, "Are you a pegasus, or a unicorn, earth pon..." he hiccupped, once again Ipsy chuckled, "I'm an earth pony." she informed. "So, what's your special talent?" Nikolai asked, Ipsy placed a hoof on the table and leaned, "I can do lots of stuff, but my Daddy told me not to spread it around, becuse ponies might get creeped out or mad at me." her eyes wandered off into the ceiling, the light bulb that was hanging by a wire came to life, "Ah, power is back." Ipsy said with a satisfied smile.
'Since when did ponies use electricity?'
'Uhm, since now?'
'She's fishy, keep an eye out for her.'
'Relax, Will, I think she's perfectly harmless.'
'Explain that weird smile on her face!'
'Jesus, Will.'
A/N : The world is changing, time is different. Things will come.