//------------------------------// // Thoughts // Story: A Change of Scenery // by CrowR //------------------------------// Lavion lay on the couch lazily as he watched the moving picture box in front of him- a television, he heard ZAM call it. He found the things humans created to be immensely fascinating, especially the fact that they can visually record themselves acting out written scripts for others to see. In essence they were basically plays, but different somehow. Maybe it was the fact that they could be rewatched over and over without the actors themselves having to do it. Whatever the case, he was too fascinated to even care. The current program he was watching seemed to involve a group of humans accompanied by what looked like a dog. The dog itself seemed to actually talk, though it seemed to use the “R” sound abundantly. It wasn’t exactly annoying, but just a small quirk that the changeling was able to catch onto quickly. It was like the gag with the red-haired female losing her glasses or the messy-haired male saying “Zoinks!” a lot.. It made him laugh a little- not always, but occasionally. His thoughts began to shift, going from the program to what ZAM said about humans and eventually stopping at his nightmare. If he were to be completely honest, it terrified him.He very much wanted to talk to his new friend about it, but he feared that it would only be met with paranoia. The changeling neglected to tell ZAM about the hive-mind connection his species have. He deduced that Chrysalis must still have that connection to him, which would explain the dream. However, what would she want with him? There are other changelings like him, but that number was small and not many had the skill to enter that league. Could she be planning something?, he thought worriedly, And if so, what does it have to do with me? He let out a small sigh, as he knew nothing could be done if he keeps stressing to himself. The question was whether he should tell his human friend about it… ZAM POV My mind was stumbling as I stacked boxes in the storage area. Sure it was dull and stagnant, but it helped keep a steady flow of income. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing animations, but they take a long time to make. That’s at least one reason why I’m not too keen on making YouTube a full-time job, that and the craziness that happens. As much as I enjoy creating stuff for people to watch, I feel like the time in between animations wouldn’t work for me. The subject of Lavion was fresh in my head, along with what the subject of changelings. I felt strange with the knowledge of a completely different world with possibly no humans whatsoever. From what he said, changelings aren’t exactly free to roam in Equestria, so going off of Lavion’s account isn’t exactly rational. Also, I never truly assessed my situation until now. I thought about it briefly the night I found him, but not as thoroughly as expected. I mean, in the most realistic sense possible, I’m harboring a creature the world has never seen before- from a world that could only be described as a little girl’s fantasy. Could there be some secret society dedicated to this stuff, like Area 51? Am I breaking some secret law that could get me or Larion killed? What about the changeling queen, Chrysalis? Could she be planning something? Does she even know one of her children is in a new world under the care of some unknown creature?! There are so many questions in my head that need answers and I don’t know where to start! “ZAM?” I froze at that, looking over to see my friend Jordan. He was wearing the usual red apron that every employee has to wear, with a green shirt and some jeans underneath. His brown hair was brushed back finely, giving off a fancy vibe. His blue eyes were worriedly trained on me. If I truly could, I'd confess the situation to him, but the current ramifications suppressed that. “You alright?”, he asked with an eyebrow raised, “You’ve been staring at those boxes for a few minutes now.” It took a second for me to blink and come back to Earth, “Uh, yeah. I’m just thinking about some stuff.” “Is it about your channel?” “Kind of.”, I lied, “Just thinking about what the next animation will be.” It’s a good thing Jordan knows about my YouTube channel, as it makes for some good alibis for unwanted situations. He also knows a thing or two about computers, but didn’t want to go all out with it. We’re a pretty good pair, just get a computer between us and magic will happen. He looked at me for a second before smirking. “Well, if you want, I could give you some ideas!”, he said cheerfully, “Always up for something to do.” I just returned it halfheartedly, “Sure. Worth a shot.”