When I was little, I came to understand the true meaning about a particular trait of mine. I don’t like to talk about it much because I’m just not much of a talkative pony. Or, well, I’m not anymore, but that’s beside the point. It’s just something I find difficult to talk about, much less explain, because unlike what I see, it’s not all black and white. It’s not like anyone could truly understand my condition anyway.

Well, except for maybe her.

Chris doesn't know how he arrived in his predicament, and nopony knows how to get him back. The future is unknown, and getting attacked by almost everything is not going to well for him. Plus he has no idea where he is, but the worst part is how the multicolored ponies seem to be 100% real.

This is my first time writing a fanfic, also I will probably mess up in how the characters will act. Creative criticism would be beneficial and I would ask you to give some thoughts on this story. Also chapters should be added daily, if I can write them fast enough.