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// Normal Day 
// Story: Messing with Your Buttons 
// by Thunderous 
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Hello! My name's Jonathan Rooke, or most people call me John. I'm 21 years old, Caucasian skinned, a messy taupe hair, raw umber eyes and a terrible family. But, I've left them behind, they don't deserve to be called my family. Currently, I am having a normal day, like always.

"Gah! Fucki- God, Damn you, noobs!" I threw my game controller down to the ground as I stood up from my sofa, stomping around the room in a rage. 

Yes, this was just a normal day for me.

Every day, I'd get up early, get dressed, go to my part-time job, buy some groceries, and get back to my apartment as I get ready for my evening job: a YouTuber who records and streams videos online for the money. 

Of course, no one came to my streams to watch me play games; they were there to see me rage and laugh at my reactions. Even if it did seem terrible at first, it at least earned me some more money, which was probably the only one thing that made me still want to continue my YouTube career. 

"Fucking hell, dude. This game's so stupid." I groaned in annoyance as I walked back to the sofa and grabbed the controller, which was still lying on the floor, upside down. 

I glared at the camera located on the TV, where thousands of viewers were watching me, enjoying what they're witnessing. "I hope you're all fucking enjoying this shit... I swear, this stupid game..." I grumbled as I looked back at the Game Over screen on the TV, slowly quitting the game and placing the controller I was holding onto the table on the left of the sofa with a soft thud before I glanced back up at the camera, scoffing a bit.

"Well, it's been fucking nice for you guys to stop by the stream and watch me rage, but it's time for me to lay off and chill out. As you guys already know, I'll be streaming every Sunday a random game suggested by the viewers, while I'll be posting some speedrun videos on the weekdays. This is JR, signing off!"

I stood up and walked on over to the computer located behind the sofa, and finally stopped the live stream, watching the viewers counter drop until the last one left, as I slowly let out a sigh of relief. Even if I do get money from doing this stuff, it's not like I enjoy it. I had to fake my personality when I stream, as, in real life, I don't really cuss that much, and I'm a much calm and collected person.

"Finally, that's over. Now to enjoy the rest of my time." I rolled my eyes, as I sat down on the table and glanced towards a small plushie I had hidden in the furthest corner of the computer table: A plush of the My Little Pony character Button Mash. 

No one that I've known in my life, not even my... family, actually knows this part of me: I'm a brony. I loved My Little Pony for a couple of years back when I've watched an episode of it by accident when it appeared in my recommended section on YouTube. At first, I scoffed and decided to ignore it. But the more I look at it, the more something in my head is saying to watch the video. A couple of days later, I couldn't bear it anymore and decided to watch the first episode that I saw in the recommended section: the episode that showed Twilight ascending to Allicornhood. It was a literal eye-opener to me, as I immediately became attached to the show. I went on to watch the show from the very first episode, which took me a couple of days to finish the marathon, and finally got to watch the Equestria Girls movies. There were some ups and downs from some of the episodes, but I definitely enjoyed the show itself. 

Suddenly, a loud 'ping' was heard on my computer. I checked what had made that sound, and saw someone had sent me a message on my e-mail. I opened the message, and with a small smile, saw it was from one of the few brony friends I had made online, Scarlet.

"Hey, John. how was your stream? I heard from one of my friends it was the funniest thing he saw."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling as I got to typing a reply to her.

"Hey there, Scarlet. the stream? ehh, good, I guess. they enjoyed me cussing, but I kinda hated doing that kind of stuff."

I looked back at the plushie Button Mash, which is also positioned to make it look at me as well before a 'ping' brought my attention to the screen.

"Lol. tell me bout it. anyways, BronyCon was a damn blast! you should really go for next year. they said it was gonna be the last one."

I sighed sadly, before replying back to her message.

"Scarlet. Like I said for the last umpteenth time... I can't. I barely have enough money for my food and the apartment. I mean, I'm grateful enough that you bought me a Button Mash plush from last year. But the answer is still no, and I probably still can't get enough for next year's..."

I leaned forward and reached over to the plush, and brought it to me, staring into Button Mash's plush eyes and smiling mouth. I poked on his propeller hat a couple of times before I sighed and hugged it around my chest. It wasn't easy getting kicked out of my parent's house, but I managed after a couple of months. It was clear as day that they hated me, and once I had flunked my final exam's test, they decided I was no use to them, and just threw me out on the streets. I did get away with $100, which I used to get a place to stay, and got a part-time job near where I had stayed. Thankfully, things got better and MLP helped me get over the trauma of getting kicked out of the house.

I was so lost in thoughts, I almost missed the 'ping' from Scarlet's new message to me. I looked up from where I was looking at, and read what Scarlet had said.

"Yeah, yeah... I know. anyways, I got you a new thing for you from a really cheap stall back at BronyCon. The guy was cool too and gave me a discount after telling him I was buying it for you. I sent it to your address this morning, and from my calculations, it should probably be arriving there any minute now."

As soon as I had finished reading the message, the doorbell to my apartment was rung, causing me to jump out of my chair, looking back at the apartment door with wide eyes. I slowly glanced back down at the computer and bent down, writing a reply back to her.

"Oh, sweet Celestia. I think that was your 'thing' you bought for me at the door. that definitely creeped me the fuck out... Well, brb, anyways, gonna go grab the thing."

"Hope you enjoy it, John!"

Right before I turned, I saw Scarlet's message pop in before I made my way to the door, possibly grabbing the package my friend had bought for me from the one place I wished I could've gone to before I died.

I turned the lock counter-clockwise before opening the door, and there it was, a brown box sitting idly at the side of my door, possibly from the mailman. I bent down and grabbed it with both my hands, before standing up straight. I tested how heavy it was and shook it if I could hear it. It was definitely light as a feather, and I could hear a couple of thuds as I shook the box.

I brought it over to the sofa as I myself sat down on it and finally had noticed the note on the top of the box. I picked it up in my right hand and brought it closer to read it.


Dear John,

Hey there, John. It's me, Scarlet. So, I know you liked that Button Mash plush I had given you last year from BronyCon, and I saw this thing at the convention this year at a stall, so I thought that you'd like this gift. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I expect you to.

From your friend,
Scarlet.

I was definitely getting excited by this, and I hurriedly opened the box, looking forward to what my friend had bought for me. I flipped open the top of the box and I gasped with wide eyes as I looked at the contents of the box. It was a propeller hat. But not just any hat! It was Button Mash's propeller hat! I squealed like crazy as I stood up and bounced around the room in excitement. 

I couldn't believe it! Scarlet had bought me a replica of my most favourite character's possession in MLP! It even looked almost as real as the original one! I stopped in front of the sofa again and bent over to pick the hat out of the box. I held it in my hands as I took in the design of the hat, the details, the electric current running through my hands... Wait, what?

I looked back down at my hands, which seemed to look normal. "Huh. Must be something else then." I shrugged the feeling off as I took the hat and placed it onto my head, which had fit perfectly! I tried to glance up, seeing only the front part of the hat. "Dangit. Well, I'll be able to see it better through a mirror. To the bathroom!" 

I had made it around the sofa and halfway through the hallway leading towards my bedroom and the bathroom, before a sudden jolt of electricity in my stomach area made me yelp in pain and stop in place as I placed my hand on my chest, breathing heavily while I bent over.

“W-What the hell...?” I said before I stifled a gasp with my left hand as my eyes went wide. My voice sounded... young, for some reason, even though I was supposed to have a gruffy voice.

I looked down at my chest area and noticed my hands were turning from their normal Caucasian colour to a darker brown colour.

“T-The fuck...? I-I better check myself in the mirror...” I struggled to walk myself to the bathroom as I supported myself by pressing against the wall. Whilst I struggled, I had noticed that my dark green shirt and blue shorts were starting to get loose, which confused me even greater. 

I finally made it over to the bathroom after much difficult and immediately switched on the lights, bringing myself to the sink where the mirror is located at, as I stared with wide eyes, glancing all over my body.

My eyes had turned a shade of brown lighter than what they used to be, I had dark brown skin colour instead of my normal Caucasian skin colour, my hair now sported a normal brown colour striped with pale brown, and the propeller hat on my head was spinning on its own...

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” I yelled in my now young 12-year-old voice, as I stumbled away from the mirror, backing up against the wall, still staring at the strange, but a familiar-looking person in the mirror.

“H-Hold on... dark brown skin colour... young squeaky voice... two brown colours for my hair... no way...” I stood back up, straight, as the edge of my mouth slowly lifted up at the realisation. “Am I Button Mash right now!?”

I then looked back down at my shirt, and had noticed that my loose shirt and shorts had suddenly, maybe magically, transformed into a brown hoodie covering a grey T-shirt, with blue pants and... red trainers? How the heck did I even get trainers when I wasn’t even wearing any shoes before...? I thought curiously, before shaking my head to get that thought out of my mind.

Though, I curiously looked down at my new body, still thinking about one question. Why am I not a pony though...? But, a few seconds later, and I had already answered my own question. Oh yeah... This might be the EG version of Button Mash... Still, he looks pretty cute as a human~ 

I chuckled, grinning as I turned around to head back to the computer. "I better message back Scarlet what had just happened! She's not gonna..." I suddenly stopped at the doorway, holding my hand against the door as a wave of drowsiness suddenly came to me as I placed my other hand towards my head. 

"W-What the heck... w-why do I feel so... so..." was the last thing I said before I fell straight to the floor as I lost my consciousness, consumed by sleep.