“Tell me about yourself Mr. Hook,” the psychologist said to the young man who is laying on a couch or small bed. “Why are you here?” He continued. He was Jamaican from the looks at it and had the accent.
Hook’s body was an athlete type with a bit of a gut on him. He had hair on his arms that reached from his thumb to his elbow. His eyebrows were bushy, his hair dark brown, cut short, and spiked backed naturally. His eyes are brown and the bags under them tell he hasn’t got much sleep. He wore grey jeans with a hole on the left knee exposing some hair. He had white Under Armour shoes that looked like they were used for many months. A black T-shirt tight around him but not too tight.
He put his hand over the other hand and put it right next to his mouth like he was stressed.
“The reason I’m here,” the young man paused to take a deep breath. “I hate us humans every single one, we are the reason why the climate is changing, we are the reason we need more space! We are greedy! We don’t look at the bad things; we look at the good things for only us! We are unhealthy lazy beasts! And we create wars every single day! I hate what I become!” He said shaking and breathing awkwardly of what will come next.
The psychologist wrote many words on the clipboard he had out. He finished what he wrote and looked up at him, “I can’t help you change the world but I may help you with a little more therapy,” he said grinning oddly at him.
Hook took another deep breath and questioned him, “Therapy, isn’t this therapy?”
The psychologist stood up and entered a room, “Please come in,” He said opening the door.
Hook stood up without questioning him. The room was like any other room except there were voodoo accessories being held up on the walls. Only one chair and a hard iron bed with holes in it were present.
“What’s going on?” Hook asked.
“Just lie down,” he said calmly as Hook lay on the hard bed. “And we’ll begin.” He continued.
The wall above him opened up and a glass lid dropped on him preventing his escape.
Hook panicked and tried to open the lid. “In order to escape this universe you must suffer the consequences,” the psychologist said as he turned on the furnace in the lid of the bed lighting him on fire. He quickly tried to escape the fiery prison but it was locked shut. He was near death until he felt like he was falling, falling from the sky.
He thought he had died and was falling straight to hell. Instead found himself falling to the ground. He raised both his grey hooves and noticed the change. It didn’t matter to him since he was about to die so he raised both his hooves and wanted to die quick. Moments later he liked the speed where he was going and wanted to go faster. He unconsciously flapped his wings and flew down faster than before. Next thing he knew he made a sonic boom and the black and white colors trailed behind him. The blast made everything black and white over a small town. He kept going with the speed and he loved it. He suddenly realizes he was coming down too fast and flew through a window into a pile of books.
He immediately raised his head, even though he hit hard on the books he looked around and stood up and noticed a sand compass was right next to him. He looked at reflection and saw a grey pony with short black and white mane. His tail was also black and white; but his eye color stayed the same brown. He finally noticed his wings. He wasn’t use to a third pair on his body and hadn't realize he can move them fine like he was a pony all his life.
His vision began to blur and tried to shake it off but the shock finally got to him and tried to keep his balance. He heard the door slam open and heard a woman’s voice, “What’s the big idea trashing this place!” She said in an angry voice.
He was too dizzy to speak and looked at the voice that spoke and can only see a short rainbow colored creature. He must’ve thought it was shock and let that go. He wobbled toward her trying to get a good look.
“Hey are you okay?” She said all worried.
He eventually collapsed to the ground still conscious, “Sorry,” he said in a weak voice.
“Sorry? You just did a sonic boom and covered everything in black and white. Not to mention turning the sky grey and flew head first into a library window! You shouldn’t even be awake but you were standing!” The rainbow colored woman spoke as fast as she could.
He flapped his wings lifting himself on his hooves. He stood up but had to sit down to regain his strength and closed his eyes from all the dizziness and headaches.
“Listen can you lead me to the nearest chair or something. I don’t want to sit on this floor,” He said looking down trying to concentrate staying awake.
“Yeah sure come on,” she replied. He walked up the stairs on all four hooves trying to concentrate the odd walking. She had brought him over to a bed and was quite confused.
“I said chair not bed,” he said laying up still had his eyes closed. “Anyways where am I?” He continued.
“Ponyville,” she said.
“Ponyville?” He questioned her, “Well I hit a plane,” he realized this is an alternate universe and there may not be planes. “I mean bird and lost my balance and went ahead with that sonic boom when I was going down.” He knew that was a stupid excuse and hoped for the best it would work.
“You’re crazy to actually pull a stunt like that,” she said in awe. It worked.
He finally opened his eyes and looked at the woman who he was talking to. He first noticed her magenta eyes and then her rainbow color mane and tail. He had thought of how magenta can make any two colors mix and liked that idea in her. Next she had light blue furry skin; and then her wings were nicely tucked in on her sides. He noticed picture of a cloud and lightning rainbow on both her flanks. And finally snapped to reality that they were some form of horse but then thought of how she said they are in Ponyville. They were ponies.
“What’s your name Rainbow?” He said while giving a false grin.
She hovered in the air and tells it loud and proud, “Rainbow Dash!” She flew down again and asked, “How’d you part of my name?”
He put a hoof to his face, “The color gave it away.”
Just then the sound of hooves came up the stairs and opened the door. Another pony popped up in the room. It was another girl but she a horn and her purple mane with a pink stripe was neatly combed. Her eyes were purple and her furry skin was also a light purple. She had a star of some sort on her flanks.
She spoke with a demanding voice, “What is going on here?!” She noticed him on her bed. “And what is he doing on my bed!” She continued and march to him.
Rainbow Dash explained, “Let’s just say he crashed in here while doing a sonic boom,” she said with an awkward smile.
Her frustration turned to worry, “He did what?!”
“I seen it happen, why do you think everything turned dark like that?” Rainbow continued to explain.
The unicorn turned her head to him, “Who are you anyways? I never seen around Ponyville?”
The question that will stick to him in this world. He thought straight away to say his real name but if he does that he might be caught as an invader or something else. He decided to lie about his name.
“Neutral Dash,” he replied to the question.
They both gave him a confused look.
The unicorn held out her hoof, “My name’s Twilight Sparkle and you don’t happen to be related to Rainbow Dash now are you?”
He realized the mistake he made and thought everyone was Dash. He quickly took the hoof and shook it. “Listen I should go,” he said while getting off the bed and fell straight on his head again. With all the conversation he had forgotten the crash he had even they were talking about it.
The girls both flinched at the fall. “Listen you need to rest for awhile Neutral,” Twilight said worrying.
He walked wobbly to the balcony and felt the dizziness again and looked at the ground from the balcony and began to puke. He never felt this bad before; he was too badly hurt and flew couple of feet from the girls and blacked out falling to the ground until Rainbow Dash flew in to save him.
She dropped him safety on the ground. As Twilight ran down to check what happened others did to. “Hey Rainbow where did you find him again?” Twilight asked.
Rainbow Dash spoke the obvious answer, “The sky.”
“Can you go get the nurse?” Twilight asked.
“Will do,” she said and dash off to her destination.
Twilight spoke to herself, “What was he thinking?”