Brony. Not much else to say.
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As he headed back to town, he tried to get a grip on himself. He had to remember. Questions bombarded him. Questions that he should have been able to answer. What is my name? Where am I from? Why am I here? He vaguely recalled pain and something about dark figures, but that slipped away almost as fast as he had recalled them. Good gods. How was he supposed to understand himself better if he didn’t even know who he was? Perhaps something would happen in town that would help him remember.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!” A pink pony screamed at him as he stepped foot into the town. After had finished her maniacal outburst, she dashed away before he could say anything. The citizens of this town were not making a very good impression. So far, he had met a shy one, a feisty one, and apparently, a psycho one. Wait. Twilight Sparkle seemed normal enough. Eh. He wasn’t going to disprove his own theory.
He continued walking through the town, deciding to find a place to spend the night. He looked around and observed the various houses. There was no hotel or tavern in sight. He knocked on every door, asking to stay for a night, or until he could find a place of permanent residence. The first place he checked was the cake store. To his dismay, the store was closed. On the door hung a closed sign. He peeked through the window. There wasn’t even a person-er-pony in sight. He sighed. Time to try the next house.
The next residency he came to was a cake shaped, tent looking thing. Now that he was closer, he decided it reminded him of a carousel. Go figure. As it turns out however, this place was also closed. Damn. Where the hell was everyone? It wasn’t even nighttime yet! He wandered on, still in search of a home. As he sauntered on, he encountered a small cottage, that had a...roof made out of leaves? Huh. He approached the house, and knocked on the door.
A while later, the door was opened by a bunny. “Excuse me, are you the owner of this house?” He asked the bunny. The bunny shook his head furiously. “Okay...is the owner of the house available?” He asked again. Once again, the bunny shook its head. “Do you know when the owner of the house will be available?” he tried again. Again, the bunny shook its head again. “Can I stay here for a while then?” he asked another question. As he expected, the bunny just shook its head. Then it slammed the door in his face. “Well that went well.” He muttered to himself as he turned around and continued his search.
Maybe he could try to fly? That might speed up his search. He beat his wings a few times, and lifted a foot off the ground. He realized he still hadn’t gotten the hang of these things. He beat them harder, and he rose higher. The function of these aerial devices seemed to be analogous to that of a hummingbird. This might be easier than he thought. He beat his wings harder and harder, and ever so slowly, began to rise into the air. As he slowly navigated the town in the air, he spotted something that caught his attention. A house that seemed to be made completely of clouds was floating in front of him. He lowered himself down onto the house. He knocked on the door, but received no response. He waited for a while, before knocking again. Still, no one answered the door. He looked up, and saw a rainbow fountain flowing. A thought hit him. Perhaps this was the house of that rainbow haired pegasus? He decided to skedaddle before that one came back.
Still without a home, he arrived back where he started, in front of the library. He took a deep breath. He had been allowed to seek shelter here before, and he decided to ask of their assistance again. He hoped the dragonoid would be as kind as before. Gulp. He knocked on the door, and was surprised when it opened. It wasn’t locked. He took a tentative step inside, and whispered: “Hello? Is anybody in here?” It was very dark inside. He took step after careful step, scared that any second, someone would scream: “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing in here, young man?” He was completely inside the main lobby. He took a deep breath. It was still very dark in the library. He wondered why. He got his answer a few seconds later.
“Surprise!” The library was suddenly very bright. He didn’t know whether to scream first or to jump 5 feet into the air first. He did both at the same time. He turned around to see who had startled him, and was shocked to see hundreds of ponies, pegasi, and unicorns beaming at him. “Um...thanks?” He wasn’t sure why they were so happy. “Welcome to Ponyville.” A sandy colored pony with a white mane stepped forward. “I am Mayor Mare, the mayor of Ponyville.” The pony continued. At that moment, the mad as a March hare one, the pink psycho, stepped forward.
“Remember when I screamed at you? That was because I had never seen you before, and since I had never seen you before, you must have been new, because I know every pony in Ponyville, and if you’re new, then you haven’t met anyone yet, and if you haven’t met anybody yet, then you must not have any friends, and if you don’t have any friends, then you must be really lonely, and if you’re lonely, then you must be sooooo sad, and then I had an idea! That’s why I was like ‘AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!’, because I thought of an idea to invite every single pony in Ponyville to a super-gigantic super fun welcome party!” The pink one rambled on and on, threatening to drive him crazy. “Uh-huh. Mmhmm. Yeah. That’s great.” He did his best “I’m interested and listening” expression. Meanwhile, he had zoned out and was trying to figure out the best way to escape.
The purple one...what was she called? Twilight. Yes. Twilight Sparkle, seemed to be amused by his predicament. She approached him, and whispered in his ear: “You can hide out in my bedroom. The same thing happened to me when I came here.” He gave her a look of gratitude, and snuck upstairs as stealthily as possible. Unfortunately, that was not very stealthily. “What’s wrong, sugarcube? You don’t like the party?” A orange pony was blocking his escape route. “Um...no! Yes! The party is great! I just...uh...” He tried to think of an excuse to be heading upstairs. Twilight stepped in. He was just going to fetch a book from my library for me.”
Once again, he silently thanked Twilight in his head. “Alright then, y'all just make sure you hurry down once you’re done!” He nodded a few times and scrambled up the remaining steps. He rushed into Twilight’s bedroom and slammed the door shut. Peace at last.
The door burst open. “Urgh...” He mumbled groggily. How had he fallen asleep? He had been browsing through Twilight’s books, and had leaned against her bed to get into a comfortable reading position. He had just closed his eyes for an instant, to rest them from reading so long. It was Twilight. “Sorry to disturb you.” She chuckled nervously. “It’s getting kind of late out, and most of the ponies have left.” He got the hint. “Oh! Yes...it’s just...” Twilight looked at him strangely. “It’s just what? Spit it out!” He sighed. “I don’t have a home.”
Twilight gasped. “You’re homeless?” He blushed. “No! It’s just that...I just got here...and...” Twilight cut in. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a home. You can stay here for the night, if you want. No one’s using the couch in the living room. You could sleep there.” He smiled. “Sure! I’m not causing any trouble for you, am I?” She started. “Oh no! I was faced with your exact situation when I got here! But, I had a home...” She trailed off, slightly embarrased.
He bolted upright on the couch. He was drenched in cold sweat. He had been having a nightmare about a draconequus statue breaking apart and becoming real, then wreaking havoc on the town. He sighed. He couldn’t fall asleep anyway, so he decided to take a little midnight stroll. He walked around, ending up in a hedge maze. He noticed many statues, one of which was a draconequus...he approached the statue, curious. Suddenly, a loud cracking noise shattered the eerie silence of the night. Then another loud cracking sound followed it. To his horror, the statue of the draconequus exploded into a white haze. The haze disappeared in a loud flash, accompanied by ominous laughter.