I'm really not a normal case, started as one, but not anymore. Let me see if I can break this down.
1.) I went to convention after convention to become displaced. Saw people disappear after talking to a merchant, but the dude never sold me anything. Jerk.
2.) Wake up one morning to find myself in a new world as something I before, and grew up with some very evil (new) family members as one of there own. The fact I'm the only guy in the family doesn't help. Also became a kid so no one takes me seriously.
3.) Lose (new) parent, somehow. (not sure what happened to her, no one tells me anything important.) Now have to try and keep my sisters from being depressed, going insane, and ripping the heads off anyone that comes near me. For some reason, they only do it when someone does anything to me.
Need more detail? Here you go:
I was an average guy, average life, average looks, you get the idea. I spent a lot of time reading online, random stuff to waste time. Eventually I found a rumor about people going to cons and vanishing. The rumor was that if you were at a con and bought something from a guy dressed as some shady merchant, you would vanish from thin air. I didn't think to much about this because it's the internet. I soon found a video on youtube, a security cam feed, and it should some guy dressed in weird red-orange armor with super saiyan 3 hair buy something from the merchant guy. Just as he walked away, he just vanished from the screen. Everyone in the video just looked over to where he once was, then like one would expect everyone freaked and ran. I figured it was faked until there was a report about all this stuff on the news.
I'm starting to rant so I'm just going to give you the spark notes version. A Merchant was over heard by an undercover cop. Found out that when ever someone bought something from him, they get sent to a new universe as what they're dress as. Warning is sent out to avoid the guy. Same guy starts dressing as merchants/salesman from other games, but is rarely seen anymore.
This is the part where I come in. I figured I' take a chance and see if I could get 'displaced.' I dressed as the Iron Giant, best movie ever, And went to a few different cons to try my luck. Saw the merchant a couple of times, but the dude wouldn't sell me anything, something about not having anything to go with my costume. No matter how many times I found him and knew it was him or not, he just never sold me anything. Maybe if I went as some anime or video game character, but I just really like that big metal lug.
After the last time I had a run in with the guy, I just gave up on the idea. I was spending to much to get in to find the guy as it was, so I knew that if I just kept trying, I'd just be wasting my time and money. When I got home I stripped of the costume and went straight for bed.
When I woke up, I didn't feel right. My body felt strange, kind of like when your foot falls asleep and you walk on it to wake it up. I could hear some voices near by, but couldn't make them out. I was able to sit up in bed and open my eyes. What I saw both scared and confused me to no end.
What I saw was some kind of human/horse hybrid. White fur, red hair, wings, a horn, and giant blue-green eyes starring right at me. My time on the internet let me to some strange things, one such thing was currently standing in front of me. Fausticorn.
This was my worst nightmare, outside of the 'normal' ones. Why? Simple. I Hate My Little Pony.
I learned that I was found passed out in a tree, literally. From what I was told I looked like the branches grow around me, then fused back together above my head, trapping me in the trunk. The ones who found me pulled me out and brought me straight to the queen of the horse people. I figured it was because I was a different species, but that was thrown out the window when she talked.
"What is your name, little colt?"
"... What?" I wasn't sure, but something about how I said that didn't sound right.
"I asked for your name, little colt. Do you not remember what your name is?" Fausticorn said, and I could see the confusion/concern all over her face.
"Why did you call me a colt?" Still can't tell what was wrong with my voice.
She just got an even more confused look on her face from my question. "Because you are clearly not a filly, but you still haven't given me your name."
"My name?" She nodded. "My name is... is..." Wait, why can't I remember my name. Okay don't freak, just explain that you're human and not... whatever she is. "Ah... I'm." with that my eyes widened at finally hearing what was wrong with my voice. It sounded younger, almost kid like. I look down and my worst nightmare just got all the more horrible. I was one of them, a pony, I didn't want this to be my life.
Fausticorn must have sensed my unease, because one second I was sitting in bed, the next, I's being held in a vice grip and being suffocated by something soft. Then from above me I hear what sounds like a mother calming her kid. "Shh... it's okay, calm down. I'm hear, I got you." My first thoughts to this: That's the problem you stupid pony/person thing!