//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 (Rewritten) // Story: [DISPLACED] Trespasser's Journey // by Blackdust //------------------------------// Ashton Grey was dressed to express his interest in an mlp sci-fi actionesque roleplay he and a group of friends were doing. At heart, he loved the idea of a Soft Metal Furred Wolf, a race of bipedal wolves that live on a planet with a near constant electromagnetic storm in their upper atmosphere. As such, their fur has adapted to create a form of Faraday Cage to insulate themselves from the maddening forces of said storm. Red robes and cowl, grey fur, a wolf's mask, with a small white humanoid looking skull pendant clasping the cowl hood together. This specific Wolf was named Silphen Dardo. Archmage, and second in command of all the Silver Wolves at his home. Ashton found it difficult searching for a book thick enough to represent all the different branches of magic, with a bizarre cover design to boot to get his friends who saw him with it talking. Luckily, there was a vendor off to the side that had just what he needed. "Heyo! How much for the spellbook?" Ashton asked the merchant. Smiling, he gestured to the book with a simple wave. "For you and that snazzy OC you got there? I'll sell it for twenty." This should have set off some red flags because he had exactly twenty dollars to his name, and for a blank book? A rip-off. "Sweet! Here!" Ashton simply pulled out the twenty dollar bill and handed it over unthinkingly. He picked up the book… ...And was in the middle of Ponyville's fountain. After looking around for a few seconds in pure shock, one of the three flower drama ponies shrieked and feinted. The other two followed suit, and every other pony looked at him, shrieked, and panicked. The now giant bipedal wolf just stared at the pastel ponies and said one word. "...Fuck." It was Sam’s first time at one of these cons, he spent most of his money on the ticket and room, so he had dressed light. His aqua t-shirt and blue pants were a dead giveaway that he had dressed as Steve from minecraft. Unfortunately, he was missing something truly… Minecrafty. He was sure he could find something, but when he opened his wallet, he was sure he saw a fly come out. Thirty bucks to his name, and he doubted he’d find something for that cheap. After an hour of being asked about his costume by people who he was ashamedly jealous of for having bigger wallets, he had found a miracle. A shady guy dressed as a Wandering Merchant was selling a pickaxe, he didn’t even care that it wasn’t a diamond pick, it was Minecraft, and only twenty dollars! He marched up to the booth, not caring that he accidentally shoved someone out of the way before slamming his hands on the table. “Pick, need it, pleeeease…” He wheezed out, he was desperate. The man just chuckled at him. “If you have twenty dollars, Steve.” He opened his wallet, not even counting his money before putting them in the guy’s outstretched hand. At least somebody finally recognized his cheap costume! As soon as his hand touched it, he felt himself beginning to fall… and the merchant he just bought the pick from smiling like a devil as he watched Sam falling into the black before he passed out. The birds were chirping, crickets cricketing, and the stone felt cold on his thin t-shirt. His eyes opened to the broken ceiling above him. The daylight stung his eyes, and he shielded them with his tan arm. Looking around, the place was odd. Two thrones sat on two separate raised platforms. Each one had a different motif, as the left had the sun and stars, the right one had the sun. “Where the fuck am I?” Sam asked as he looked around, confused briefly. He then noticed the white boxes in the bottom of his vision. The pickaxe, it’s icon being that of a wooden handle with an iron head. Aqua blue at the tips, a circle of red at the top of the handle, and a green pentagon where the handle met the head. “No way…” He breathed out, was he in minecraft? The textures looked normal, nothing was really blocky, except the stone bricks of course. He didn’t see any of the boxes highlighted, and he didn’t have a mouse to scroll through them. “Uhh… Pickaxe?” he muttered. The same pickaxe he bought at the con, it no longer looked like it belonged in a world where blocks reigned. It was sleek and the tip was actually sharp. Of course the icon still looked like it belonged in minecraft. He tapped it idly along the ground gently, the tink tink against the stone was oddly soothing. He had to stop himself from falling over as the pickaxe no longer was hitting stone, but air. He looked down at the square hole he made, then at the slot in his inventory showing a block of stone. He knew its name instinctively as Smooth Stone. He looked around at the broken architecture, then back at his pickaxe and smiled, he had a lot of work to do... Silphen grumbled as he got out of the fountain, trying to dry himself off. He was watching his surroundings carefully in case one of the natives decided to attack him. He spotted his spellbook safely off to the side, well away from the water. "Well that's one good thing I guess. Though how it is that I got the gloves on this tight is beyond me…" Silphen said as he flexed one of his hands, feeling how his blood was pumping through it. "I swear if this is a massive joke, I'm gonna kick someone in the dick… Because if it isn't… Then I'm gonna need to find a way to boop an alicorn…" Silphen promptly began trying to find the nearest sign that would point him to the second most iconic building in the show his friends back in high school got him into… Sugarcube Corner.