Three Friends and A World of Danger
Upon the shores of a freshly generated world did three protagonists bask in the morning light of the rising sun. Unconsciously, of course. Through the eve of the tumultuous storms at sea did they folly, bumble, and tumble through, barely escaping with their lives, but not their memories (conveniently). One of the three had brown hair, lightly tan skin and an equally brown beard with blue eyes, equally blue pants- which had been torn up by now- and an electric green shirt. The other wore a red shirt with black cargo pants, and had pale skin with black hair and a white wrap around his eyes. The third protagonist wore a yellow shirt with brown pants, a distasteful wardrobe, really. His eyes were green and his skin was lighter than the first protagonist's but darker than the second's. His blonde hair went down to his shoulders in length.
The shore they began to awake upon was line with coconut trees, and behind what was practically a forest of those trees was an actual forest of jungle trees, covered in slimey moss and green, hardy vines. The water that shook the blue shirt (which is what we will refer to him as for now) rolled in as a pale green and receded, slowly stealing the sand out from under him and depositing it around his body. Not that he cared. He simply sat there and looked at the sky, almost as if his brain was a really hunkered Windows machine, slowly booting up at the speed of a dying elderly man making a death crawl for the last batch of cookies and pudding in a retirement home, and since most elderly people would be hooked up to tanks and wheel chairs by then, that would be really, really slow. And it was.
Time passed, and the sun began into creep to his vision, forcing him to cover his eyes. This was a mistake, however, since his covering arm was covered in sand and sea water. His yelling, kicking, and flailing came as an alarm for his fellow survivors, who were startled awake, equally surprised as Blue shirt was, but not quite in pain as he was. Until Red shirt realized that he couldn't see, and proceeded to really panic while Yellow shirt became distracted by a coconut.
“God my fucking eyes! Shit!” Blue shirt spat, rolling around in the wet sand.
“...Coconut!” Yellow shirt jumped up and began to climb the closest coconut tree, only to fall off shortly afterwards.
“Dear fucking lord, I think I'm blind!! ...Oh wait, it's just this wrap,” Red shirt sighed with relief, taking off the white cloth around his eyes, only to be taunted by continued darkness.
“Oh God, I am blind!! Why?!” He yelled in a mixture of desperation and frustration, wailing in a fit of hysteria.
Blue shirt finally managed to rub the remaining irritant out of his eye, looking up to see Yellow shirt falling out of the tree again, and Red shirt cursing a few made up gods for his apparent blindness. He looked up at the sky, at the sun, then all around himself. Amidst the panic of Red shirt and the unusual, rather loopy determination of Yellow shirt, Blue shirt still found himself able to think, which he realized probably qualified as the leader of this unmerry band of misfits, seeing as Red shirt was crying like a child right now, and Yellow shirt....sigh. Yellow shirt was being Yellow shirt, and he couldn't really think of any other way to describe it.
“Hey, guys, come on, stop fooling around...,” Blue shirt spoke hesitantly. They ignored him completely, Yellow shirt having fallen out of the tree yet again and Red shirt still blubbering like an idiot over his stupid, non existent eyes. “Guys, please, listen to me,” Blue shirt spoke desperately, his passive aggressive rage beginning to build. Yellow shirt took no heed and Red shirt simply huddled up in a pitiful ball. “HEEEEY!!”, Blue shirt yelled, walking over to Red shirt and slapping him with an immense amount of force, enough that he felt a crack against his hand. “SNAP OUT OF IT!”, He grabbed Red shirt by the tattered collar.
Red whimpered quietly, holding his nose, which began to flow with a red luster. Blue turn his infuriated sight to Yellow shirt, who fell yet again out of the tree, only with his prize. “Coconut!”, Yellow shirt said emphatically to Blue shirt, holding a well-earned coconut up to him. “I don't care about some stupid coconut right now!”, He slapped it out of Yellow shirt's hand, who flinched and seized up in fear. Yellow shirt began to whimper as well, but in a more innocent and silent manner.
Blue shirt sighed in distress. He wakes up with no memory and already he has to hold someone's god damn hand, and it's probably Red shirt's because not only can he not see worth shit, he keeps crying like a stupid...person who cries a lot! And why should he have to? He didn't ask for this! What had he done to deserve this? He sat down and took a deep breath to calm down. “Look, I know you both are disoriented right now-...well, maybe not you-...er...Yellow shirt,” He began calmly, picking up the coconut and giving it back to Yellow shirt after brushing it off while trying to think of what to call him. “But...Red shirt...he is, and, well, you can't really blame him. He just woke up and found out that he's blind, probably with no memory, just like me. The point is, we need to calm down and figure out our situation. We need to survive this, this...whatever this is...” Blue shirt sighed, gesturing around himself.
“Our situation?! How about this for a situation: I'm blind and I'm going to die because of it! We're all going to die!” Red shirt spat at Blue shirt in a fit of grief.
“Oh would you shut up, Fred shirt-...wait...Fred shirt. That's it! You're name is Fred Shirt, okay?”
“What's the point of having a name if you're going to die anyway....” Fred Shirt buried his face into the dry sand further up shore.
“Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! I have a good name for you, Blue shirt,” Yellow shirt jumped up and down, waving his hand about as if he were trying to start a tornado with it.
“Uhm...oookay, Yellow shirt, what do you have in mind?” Blue shirt played along hesistantly.
“But we have to start with a guessing game!” Yellow shirt shouted happily.
Blue shirt sighed aloud, covering his face in his hands. “...Go on.” He reluctantly agreed to play.
“Okay, so, who was Adam's wife?”
“And what would her name be if God made a mistake and she turned out to be a guy?” Yellow shirt shuddered a bit, entertaining the thought unwillingly.
“Yay! You won, Steve Shirt!” Yellow shirt bounced up and down like an endless ball of happiness. It was good to know not everyone in this group was a total downer. Fred.
“Yeah, well, you're loopy, so your name should be...Fruit Loop!” Fred Shirt scoffed at Yellow shirt.
“Hey, come on now, let's not be mean...” Steve Shirt's voice was drowned out by Yellow shirt's inhumanly long gasp.
“THAT....is that best. Name. EVER!” Fruit Loop hugged Fred Shirt with joy.
“This is going to be the best survival eveeeeeeer......”
God please kill me now. Just do it already. Steve Shirt though to himself as he began to drag Fruit Loop and Fred Shirt with him into the multitude of trees.
Steve Shirt stopped dead in his tracks, staring warily into the lush vegetation that lied before the three.
“Steve Shirt...?” Fruit Loop asked nervously, picking up on Steve Shirt's sudden change in attitude.
“...Yeah, I'm...fine.” He replied after a pause, shaking his head.
“I thought I saw a pony for a moment-”
“Look, a rainbow!” Fruit Loop pointed gleefully out towards the open sea, cutting off Steve Shirt.
Sure enough, a rainbow began to arc over the ocean, in an unusually thin strip too. Nonetheless, it offered an odd sense of comfort in the insanity of the group of survivors. Even in rough times, they could at least look out into the ocean and gaze upon the beautiful spiral rainbow and-
...spiral rainbow? Steve Shirt squinted to get a better view.
The rainbow had become and unusual spiral arc above the calm sea, which lead Steve Shirt to one conclusion: he's seriously dehydrated. He looked to Fruit Loop, who had found a collapsible scope in his pocket, which he used to better his view of the remarkable rainbow. He could barely make out the blur: “It's blue, a blue....pegasus! It's a blue pegasus and it's making the rainbow!”
That's it, this guy's brain obviously has more salt than water in it. Or maybe it's sand...
“Yep, sure, you keep telling yourself that.” Steve Shirt sighed irritably, dragging his blind companion and his silly fellow with him on a great quest for survival in a land of great danger.
"But it's true!!" Fruit Loop flailed in vain.
Day Zero of Survival
Dear Diary, my friends and I came through on the other side of the portal alright! But everyone else has lost their memories completely. Everypony fled as soon as we crossed the threshold, and now their probably stumbling about in the woods, scared, and alone...I'm scared too. I know that leaving Equestria was necessary for our own survival, but have we really done any good? Wouldn't we have been better off staying together in Equestria rather than being separated in this...strange world, left to fend for ourselves...? No, I can't start thinking like that! We'll make it through this, together! We managed to calm a good portion of the disoriented population down, thanks to Fluttershy, and they have chosen to stay with us. Spike is helping with the digging team, they'll be making the temporary shelters for today. To save time, we've decided to group into the shelters by threes. I'll be sleeping with Applejack and Fluttershy tonight (and Spike as well, if we have the room, but I'm sure there will be some left.)
On another topic, Fluttershy mentioned something about coming across a strange group of creatures while she was leading the exploration team. She said she couldn't understand a word they were saying, and the one with the blue shirt even became violent at one point. Afterwards, they began traveling together, so they must be getting along, right? Luna says that we should avoid any contacts with them until we're sure they are friendly, and until we can begin building houses. We're already running low on water , so we'll have to move to another area to settle down, perhaps by an open field with a river.
Applejack has been able to scour a meager supply of apples...but it's only enough to last us the day. She has began collecting seeds from the tall grass, saying that they can be used to grow wheat to make bread so we can have a secondary supply of food. Of course, just like we do, plants need water, so we'll have to keep moving for now.
On a sad note, Luna is not feeling well today. I can't really blame her, I mean I'd be sad if I lost a sister. Good thing I don't have any. Aside from that, Luna said that she was to be put in charge of the population- or what was left of it, if Celestia didn't manage to get everyone through on time- but since she is not at her best today, she has put me in charge as 'acting-leader'. At first I felt kind of bad, what with the death of Celestia, but I'm actually kind of flattered, a bit nervous too. I've never really thought myself as one to lead, but I suppose I can do it, nay, I have to, for the sake of Luna and the rest of the population.
I just hope nothing bad happens...
P.S: May you rest in peace, Celestia.
P.S.S: Spike, I know you're reading this, stop looking into my diary!