“BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!”

Oh my god, why did I set a vuvuzela as my alarm sound? I wondered as I slowly got out of bed and hit the snooze button. The clock reads 6:20. I get out of bed occasionally making random sounds due to sleep deprivation.

(This is the random sound)

I put some waffles in the toaster and grab my mp3, hoodie, and my beanie. I put on ‘Go to Sleep’ by Eminem and vibe to the beat as I eat my waffles. Before long, I’m finished with breakfast. I grab my backpack and head out the door.

I walk out the door and I am immediately bombed by feelings of immense surprise. This wasn’t my driveway; there were no other houses to be seen. The only road was made of dirt and had a sign sticking out of it that stated plainly; Ponyville 1 mile.

No way, this can’t be right. Ponyville wasn’t real. Then I noticed that everything around me looked very, well, hand drawn, including me. I hadn’t noticed it earlier because in the morning, I can barely see things anyway; I’m just a walking zombie until I get about fifteen minutes into the day. This shook me out of my daze, having the whole world be extremely bright colors when all that you’re used to is dull shades of gray and brown.

“HELL YEAH!” I scream, not caring who hears, “I’M IM EQUESTRIA BITCHES! SUCK ON THAT /b/!”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know that the only way to get my answers was to go to Ponyville. Crap, how are they going to react to me?  I hope I don’t look to frightening, I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as I’m nice. I mean, the other HiE fics turned out good, right?

(Listen to this)

I start down the road to Ponyville with dubstep blaring through my ear buds. After about ten minutes, I turn it off for a second, just to think about what the hell just happened to me.

“How did I get here?” I wonder out loud, “Is this even the canon Equestria, or is it a fanfic version?”

I shudder realizing what I’ve just said. Please no cupcakes, please no cupcakes. I am so tired of that god damn fanfic.

I guess I’ll find out soon enough, I think, hoping that Dash was still alive and breathing. I decided to stop for a brief rest before continuing, as I’m not really in top shape, being a computer sort of kid and all. I notice a few shapes flying around in the sky, probably pegasus ponies, I assume, Goddammit this is real.

Suddenly, I see a Rainbow blur blast through a few clouds, punching holes in them. No way, I think, in awe of the pure speed of the blur, Is that Dash? No shit, asshole, it’s gotta be Dash.

I’m so busy arguing with myself that I don’t notice that the blur is getting closer. And closer. Crap.

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!”

(Stop the music)

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a Rainbow firmly planting itself on my skull.

Well, there you have it. Like it or not, this was fun to write and I will be doing more while taking my extended break from Stranger. And if you don't know what a vuvuzela sounds like, search it on youtube, volume low.