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Goody, now I have another way to make Chris's life miserable! I still can't believe Final Hour turned him into a mare. That was just fucking hilarious!
"You awake Tyler?" Chris asked.
"What?" I asked. "Yeah I'm awake."
"Okay, because you started to look like you had the thousand-yard stare." Before I could say anything, a black pegasus slammed into a tree next to us.
"Darn it, I need to stop flying so fast," he said, pulling his face free from the tree bark.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Name's Reaper." There goes some more of Chris's sanity (if you don't know, Reaper is one of our friends on FiMFiction).
"Nice to meet you. Who's your friend?"
"Don't know her name yet." The scowl I got from Chris was totally worth it.
"Well, maybe next time I see you, I'll be able to find out her name. For now, I better get going." With that, he zoomed off on some unknown chore.
"This is just great," Chris said. "I didn't even create Reaper and he exists here. For all we know, Firewall could exist too!" (Yet another Through the Eyes of Another Pony reference.)
"Calm down dude, I'm sure not everyone has a pony version of themselves here, otherwise this place would be flooded with OCs."
"I guess you're right, but it doesn't really make me feel any better." Suddenly, a bell went off in my head.
"I got it!" I said triumphantly.
"Got what?" he asked suspiciously.
"Your new name."
"I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this..."
"Well that's not as bad as what I thought you might come up with."
"What? Did you think I was gonna come up with something stupid?" (I don't blame him for thinking like that. I do think of some messed up stuff sometimes.) Chris only scowled at me (I can't help but say he's adorable when he scowls as a mare).
"Let's get going before we recognize anyone else we know," he said, getting ready to turn around and leave.
"Too late," I said, noticing a very familiar pegasus pushing a cloud toward us (Dark-tan coat with a royal-blue mane, light green eyes and a wavy blue arrow for a cutiemark).
"Hey Zephyr!" I shouted. Zephyr jumped and almost let go of the cloud he was pushing (he needs to relax if you ask me).
"Yes?" he asked. "How do you know my name?"
"Magic," I replied, cracking my neck. "Mother fucker."
"Riiight," he said disbelievingly. "But seriously, how do you know my name?"
"Someone told us about you," Paradox (errr I mean Pandora) said. (Wait, did Chris just lie!? I must be dreaming.)
"Oh really? Who?"
"Pinkie Pie." (Two lies! It's the end of the world as we know it!)
"Oh, that figures. Well I can't talk right now, I have to gather up these clouds for the storm later today," Zephyr said before flying away with his cloud.
"Catch you later Zephyr!" I called after him.
"You're going to do this all day aren't you?" Chris said.
"Maybe," I replied. We started walking again and I managed to spot Storm Shadow out of the corner of my eye (he was sitting on a cloud cuddled up next to Rainbow Dash of course, lucky bastard). It was very tempting to tell him what Final Hour did to Chris, but I decided I had annoyed Chris enough for the time being. He kept looking everywhere as if he thought everyone was staring at him. (I don't blame them if they are. The mare version of his OC is actually pretty hot.)
"Calm down Chris, no one is staring at your ass or anything," I whispered.
"Easy for you to say," he hissed back. "You're not the one who got turned into a fucking chick by the pony of death."
"So what?" I asked. "She said you're only going to be like that for a day."
"Reaper already wants to know my name," Chris said as if that proved he was screwed. "I just hope we don't see him for the rest of the day."
"Good luck with that," I said. "In case you didn't know, Pinkie has seen us, and you know what that means."
"Yeah, a party with pretty much every pony in Ponyville," he groaned (aww, even his groans are cute now!). When he offered no further comment, I pulled my MP3 player out of my saddlebags and put the headphones in my ears (My hooves could somehow carry the Player and the headphones without dropping them. Magnets I tell you!). I was surprised to see that the battery was fully charged (it had been near dead when I came to visit Chris). Shrugging it off as magic, I flipped through the songs until I found one to my liking.
"Are you listening to LMFAO again?" Chris asked.
"Maybe," I said rather guiltily (kind of hard to keep a straight face when "I'm Sexy and I Know it" is blasting in your ears).
"You know I hate that crap."
"Well you don't have to listen to it, do you?"
"It would help if you turned down the volume."
"Oh." (I forgot that my headphones don't keep the noise exclusively in my ear. Sound gets out as I turn up the volume.) I hastily flicked the volume to where Chris couldn't hear it before continuing on our way to wherever the hell it was we were going.