I'm not really a brony so to speak, but I wanted to write a story I had in my mind. That's all.
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Ok, I apologize beforehand. This will act as both a gap for one character, but also as a tribute to one of my favorite films of all time. Some might find this cringey or boring and someone will find this criminally unoriginal and silly (which it is) but I couldn't resist. You can skip this chapter if you want.
Clutching his head, the confused hedgehog wandered through the streets of the near silent town, looking left and right for dangers. New world, new horrors was his mind set. He thought he'd stick out among the few ponies that still wandered the streets, but none took any real notice of him. In his hands, the silver hedgehog clutched two emeralds. One diamond shaped, the other more rectangular. To be honest, he wasn't really concerned about where he was, or the location of emeralds. His biggest issue right now was the terrible headache he had landed himself with. He was annoyed. There he was enjoying a midnight stroll in the present and all of a sudden, BAM, somewhere else. He thought he'd better ask somepony for help. Any form of guidance would do him wonders. He approached two stallions working at a house, both wearing hard-hats and florescent jackets.
"Uh, hello?", asked the hedgehog. The closest stallion turned to him. He didn't seem at all fazed by his appearance, as if he had seen him before somewhere
"Another hedgehog? Never seen you before. What's your name?", it asked. It spoke with a distinct accent, almost cockney.
"'Another hedgehog?' Who else has been here?", he asked.
"Well, there was this one named Sonic that raced Rainbow Dash earlier. Terrific fun, was rooting for Rainbow Dash mind you, but each to their own. What's your name, pal?", he asked.
"..Silver the Hedgehog. Where am I?", he asked. The older stallion raised a brow.
"You're in Ponyville mate", he replied sternly. Silver let the thought flow through his head before continuing. He decided to ask more into Sonic.
"Look, this will sound weird, but I'm not from here. I'm from another world and another time. I was teleported here through unknown means, so I'd like to know where Sonic went", Silver explained. The stallion seemed fixated on something else.
"What, teleported using magic?", he asked.
"I dunno about that-", Silver started.
"You're using gems!", the stallion replied. It seemed as if he thought he teleported using them.
"Everypony knows you have to have a horn to use magic. Gems do nothing for ya", he explained. Silver just stared at him, preparing to change the subject.
"Look, I just want to know where-"
"Where did you get that diamond-shaped one?"
"...I found it"
"Found it? That's cut in the Manehatten style!"
"What do you mean?", asked Silver, puzzled at his ramblings.
"Well, gems aren't cut in this style in this part of Equestria", he explained. Silver decided to educate the pony a little bit.
"A swallow might fly south with the sun or a house martin or a plover might look for warmer areas in winter, yet these are not strangers to your land if I'm right", Silver retorted. The stallion just stared at him.
"...Are you suggesting gems migrate?", he asked, baffled.
"Not really. it could be imported or even carried, but that's not relevent-", Silver tried to change the subject, but the stallion was for having none of it.
"What, a swallow carrying a gem that size?"
"It could grip it by the top end, now-"
"It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound diamond gem!", the stallion explained. Silver was just getting annoyed now.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Will you please tell me where I can find Sonic?", Silver asked politely, trying not to get angry.
"Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?", he replied. Silver had enough.
"Please!", he pleaded.
"Am I right?" the stallion continued. Silver sighed with irritation.
"I'm not interested", he admitted. Before he could try again, another pony turned away from her work to face the two.
"It could be carried by an Amareican swallow!", she butted in, offering no help to Silver at all.
"Oh, yeah, an Amareican swallow maybe, but not a Equestrian swallow. That's my point", the stallion replied.
"Oh, yeah, I agree with that" she said. It was like Silver wasn't there.
"WILL YOU PLEASE TELL ME, WHERE I CAN FIND SONIC?!", he cried out.
"But then of course, uh, Amareican swallows are non-migratory", the stallion continued, directed at the mare working with him.
"Oh, yeah", she replied.
"So, they couldn't bring a gem back anyway." Silver had had enough and walked away from the ponies, tired of their nonsense, still overhearing it as a third voice joined in.
"Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together?", the third voice spoke.
"No, they'd have to have it on a line", replied the stallion.
"Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper!"
"What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?"
"Well, why not?", and that was the last Silver could make out of them. Looking at the horizon, he spotted something that stuck out among the rest of the world. A massive city, standing in the middle of nowhere. With a smile, Silver glowed a distinct green colour as he levitated off the ground, and onto a nearby roof to get a better look. Admiring the view, Silver planned his next move.