The Hour is Over

I had finally done it. I had finally gotten into Equestria. I had finally arrived in the Promised Land.

So why was I so sad?

Well, for me to explain that, I'm going to tell you a story.

On Earth, I was named Jason Wright. I was born in New Jersey, to an upper Middle class family. And my life was pretty good. I had a lot of friends, I had dated a handful of people, I had a good job. I was about twenty-nine when I started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It was when it had first started as a series. I don't exactly remember what had drawn me to the show, but I was in love with it, regardless.

Four years after it started, I found something. I found out that there was actually a way to go to Equestria. I will never tell how to do it, but by following certain instructions, you could create a portal to any fictional world the maker wanted to go to. But, there was a catch: in true Human in Equestria fashion, you could never go back to Earth. I found out about that catch by throwing a fishing line into the portal. Never got the hook back.

After thinking about it for about a month, asking my friends and my family about it, I made my decision. I was going. So, I gathered my clothes, held a small "Going Away" party, created the portal, and, after what felt like three hours of nausea and vomiting, I appeared in Equestria, just outside the castle in Canterlot. I started walking around, marveling at the sight of the castle, when I bumped into Princess Celestia. She was amazed to see me, and immediately called a meeting between Princess Luna, herself, and me. After an hour, it was decided that I was to live in Ponyville.

I was taken to Ponyville by train. When I arrived, I walked into the town, and found a hotel. The Princesses had only given me enough for one night, so I needed to get a job, ASAP. So, the next day, I went around looking for jobs.

Every. Single. Place. turned me down. They declined my hire for different reasons, like "too large to work in the kitchens," or "the position's already been filled," but they were never true. I fit in the kitchens just fine, and there was a "Help Wanted" sign in the window. I wasn't deterred, though. I though that maybe Twilight and company could help.

I had never been so wrong.

I went to Twilight first. I knocked on her door at the library. She took one look at me, and said, "I've already seen enough of humans." She then slammed the door in my face.

I tried Applejack next. She didn't give me a chance. She chased me off her farm, screaming at me the whole time. The last thing she said to me was along the lines of "never come here again, freak of nature" in its simplest terms.

I tried Fluttershy next. She fainted as soon as her eyes hit me. I would have assumed that she was used to big animals, but no. She fainted every time she saw me.

I couldn't really talk to Rainbow Dash, but I guessed that Applejack told her about me, because every time I was under a cloud, which happened to be a lot, I would be struck by lightning. I couldn't get to her, so I couldn't stop her.

I tried Rarity. She kicked me out of her boutique. She didn't want a "boorish, lanky creature" like me around her. I tried to persuade her the hardest, but she didn't budge at all.

I tried Pinkie last. I never had the best baking ability, but it was there. She wasn't though. I couldn't find her anywhere. As it turned out, she was intentionally avoiding me.

I couldn't stay in the hotel, so the day after I stayed, I was on the streets. I had no money, no food, no shelter. And the ponies? They gave me no charity, no chances. They gave me nothing, but if any other creature were in my position, they would do anything for them. You might be thinking, "Wouldn't Lyra want to help?" Well, no. She wasn't obsessed with humans and fingers. She was as normal as the other ponies in town.

This went on for months and months. I had discovered a cave, lit by bioluminescent mushrooms, just outside of Ponyville. I made that cave my home. I slept on a pile of pony clothes I got out of the garbage bins at Carousel Boutique, I bathed in the lake nearby, I got my food out of the trash bins of the ponies in town. And I kept at this from then on.

Fast forward 3 years, and you get me right about now. I'm fairly dirty, I still have no money, I still trash-pick for food. It's a terrible existence. I'm absolutely sure I've developed Depression, if my consistent sadness and macabre thoughts were anything to go by. Applejack seemed to warm up to me a small bit over three years: She doesn't attack me when she sees me on her farm.

But that doesn't change anything. I'm tired of living like this. So, I came up with a plan. One night (tonight, to be exact), I went to Sweet Apple Acres. It's midnight, so everyone is asleep. I sneaked into the barn, and rummaged around for a bit, until I found what I was looking for: Rope. Applejack's lasso rope, specifically.

The rope in hand, I left the farm, and walked towards the Everfree Forest. I just so happened to be near Fluttershy's Cottage, actually. I walked behind the treeline, about seven steps in. I looked up, trying to find a sturdy branch, and found exactly that. I tossed up the rope, and, after several failed attempts, tied a Hangman's Knot. I climbed up, sat on the branch the rope was on, and tied the rope to said branch. I tied it in such a way that it would leave me about a foot or so above the ground.

You're here now. You have the full story. All caught up. You can fill in the rest, I don't need to.

As I sit on this branch, looking at the town through the mangled, black branches, I began thinking about why I came here. About everything I left behind on Earth. About the people I abandoned to come here. I realize what mistakes I've made.

And those mistakes will not be made up for.

I don't even think about it. I start to fall off the branch. But...I've stopped. I look behind me, and see Applejack, a rope in her mouth. The other end of her rope is around me. She stopped me from ending my suffering.

But before I could voice my mind, Applejack says something I didn't expect her to say.

What did she say?

"...Why?"

She wanted to know why? She wanted to know WHY?! I'll tell her why.

"Applejack, you want to know why? You've kicked me off your farm, sometimes literally. The ponies in town treat me like a monster, treat me with fear and hatred. I live in a cave, eat out of the trash, bathe in the lake. None of you gave me a chance. So, I'm going to teach you all a lesson."

As I say this, I slip her rope off of me. She doesn't dare move the entire time I spoke. And, when I was done talking, I don't give her a chance to speak.

I fall off the branch. And everything goes white...

Author's Note:

So, here we are. The story is done. I don't plan on expanding upon what has been written, so don't bother asking.
The origin of this story is this: I was lurking on the /mlp/ board on 4chan, when I saw a writefag post. I lurked on that page for a bit, and I decided to write about it on here. Apparently, this is a decently new idea, the whole "HiE is a depressing existence" sort of thing. So, yeah.

I seriously need the critics. I know that I'm not a good author. I need to improve.

There's also a sequel (written by a brilliant man)!

Thanks for reading.

I love you.

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