Andrew woke with a stir. He had been having a wonderful dream, but inevitably, it was ruined by his alarm clock. He wished he didn't have a job sometimes, but hey, it payed the bills. He decided he would turn on the TV and see what was on before he had to get ready for work since his shift wasn't until 8:30, and it was only 7:00. He was flipping through the channels when he landed on a network called The Hub. He decided he would see what was on it, it couldn't be too bad. Right? About a minute later the commercial break was over, and he was greeted with the image of what looked like an arena made out of clouds.
He grew more intrigued and decided he would watch it. That's when Rainbow Dash flew into view, and he realized what he was watching, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. His friends had told him about it but he'd never gotten around to watching it himself, due to work. After seeing the Sonic Rainboom he finally uttered his first words of the day. "What the hell is this shit? It's official, my friends watch the gayest show on the face of the planet." He turned the TV off and got out of bed to stretch and prepare for the day ahead. "Man, I hate work, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do..." he muttered to himself. He walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and hopped in the shower.
He turned on the water, and once again found himself thinking about the show. "Man, I can't believe people my age actually watch that shit, what could you possibly gain from watching a show like that!". But for some reason, he couldn't get the image of the show out of his head. "I gotta admit though, that Sonic Rainboom or whatever was kinda cool, I wonder what it would look like first-hand though", he thought to himself. "Wait a minute, why am I even thinking about that? It's a show for little girls, about ponies, it's stupid."
But yet, he couldn't stop thinking about the show. "GET! THE! HELL! OUT! OF! MY! HEAD!". It was as if he was screaming at his thoughts. After a few more minutes he finally got rid of the image that had been stuck in his brain, and he hopped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked over to the sink. He turned on the faucet, and then grabbed his toothbrush. He wet the end of it, and put toothpaste on it. He started brushing his teeth and after about a minute and a half, he rinsed off the toothbrush, then his mouth. He then took took out his razor, and was preparing to shave. He applied shaving cream, but the first time he moved the razor downwards, he cut himself on the left cheek. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "FUCK! THAT HURTS!"
He wiped his hand on his cheek, and to his surprise, when he pulled his hand back to his face, there was blood. "Man, I must have cut myself bad. Where the hell is the peroxide..", he trailed off. Normally, when he cut himself while shaving, he rarely bled, much like a paper cut, but this time was different for some reason. He decided that it didn't matter, and as soon as he was done applying the peroxide, he'd put a tiny piece of toilet paper on the cut, then resume shaving. Now it's well known that when putting peroxide on a wound, it can burn. BAD. This was no exception, and the second the cotton ball touched his cut, he felt like he would rather just let it become infected. But he decided against that, knowing it would be a stupid decision.
He finished fixing up his cut, and ripped a tiny piece of toilet paper, just enough to cover the cut, off the roll. he put it on the cut, and once it was able to stay there on its own, he went back to the sink to finish shaving. He looked in the mirror to see if blood was leaking down, but it wasn't. He lowered his head for just a second to grab the razor when he heard something shatter right in front of him. He looked up at the mirror, but there was basically no mirror to look at, just a few remnants stuck in the frame. "What the hell? Okay, it may seem weird, impossible, and ominous, but I need to stay calm," he muttered to himself. "But still, how does that even happen? Come on, use your brain Andy! Oh okay, it's probably just a manufacturing error," he tried to reason.
He leaned over the counter to get a better look at what remained of the mirror, and as he was looking at the frame, he heard a whooshing noise coming from the wall the mirror once covered. He turned to look and noticed something terrifying. The wall was now black instead of it's original beige color. It also seemed to be spinning slowly in a counter-clockwise motion. Suddenly the whooshing noise got much louder, and it felt like a tornado was ripping through his bathroom. He felt himself being pulled closer to the mirror every second. He was too petrified to even move, let alone scream. "COME ON ANDY, THINK! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS!?".
There was no getting out of it, as the vortex on his wall seemed to be spinning faster now. So fast, it seemed, that it was going faster than the speed of sound. He had tried to retreat back into his bedroom, and run out of the house, but the winds were to strong. It was as if a black hole had formed on his wall. Soon enough he could feel his skin being tugged on, and it felt like if he didn't give up and just let the vortex swallow him up, his skin would be torn clean off. He decided that it was useless to try escaping and let go of the metal banister he had been clinging to. He was sucked into the vortex and he thought his life had come to a very unlikely, not to mention, weird end.
He couldn't do anything as he floated through the void of nothingness. He went over his entire life, the moments with his family, all of his relationships, but the last thing to flash into his mind was none other than...
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
He wondered what would happen to him now. Would he ever be released from this void, and if so, where would it take him? Home? A distant planet? Another dimension? All he could think of was where this void, or wormhole, or whatever, was going to take him. Suddenly he saw a faint light, it looked as if he was about to be released, but he was still wondering if he'd be taken home, or to a far away unfamiliar world. The light was getting closer, and he was silently thanking God, because to him, he'd rather wake up on a distant world, than die a horrible death at the hands of a black hole.
He was suddenly spit out, and the first thing he noticed was...
"Holy shit! I'm falling! Oh my God no! I don't want to die with a splat! I want to die with dignity!"
He hit the ground, and then everything went black...
I guess this is the part where I leave an authors note. I'd like to thank another author on this site, well 2 actually. Gunsmith and InsertAuthorHere, without them and their stories I would not have had the guts to write one of my own. Please leave all kinds of feedback, praise or criticism, inform me of any errors, and overall, just comment the hell out of this story! I'll be back with Chapter 2 pretty soon!