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// Chapter 1: Prologue 
// Story: My Little Pony: Equestria Girls - The Soul Complex 
// by Nasic the Amazon 
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What if I told you the world was a mess? A huge pile of darkness that haunts you every day? Maybe you got bullied in school for being the largest kid in class. Maybe you got hit multiple times because they want your launch money. It's all the same to me. In the end, all I felt was nothing. Long ago it started with a feeling of sorrow, a feeling of loneliness that was present even if there were people in my life who loved me. Slowly but surely it continued until I just didn't feel anything. No pain. No happiness. I became neutral in any and every situation. My parents thought something was wrong with me. They told me it wasn't normal to NOT feel happiness, but for me… this was my happiness. To be quite honest I didn't really remember what happiness was. It had been so long that I just thought what I felt were all emotions at once. Maybe it was human evolution… yeah, that's ridiculous but that's what I thought before. 

It got so dark… that to a certain point I couldn't even see anything in color. They punched, kicked, and harassed me. All of these events helped me set up a chair and a rope on the roof of my room. It was scheduled, the day I would see light again.
That's what people see in the afterlife right? A white light at the end of the tunnel? 

Days passed like seconds just as usual, until one day before the end, I managed to see it. Another student was all dressed funny. I couldn't blame him, it was Halloween so everyone was dressed as a fictional character and acted as they did in the movies or comics. I was too busy acting too, not as a comic book character but as myself. Or at least a happy version of myself. 

Can't let my parents get suspicious and cancel my perfect plan. 
But what the heck, they weren't even at home. Always busy with work and stuff.

Either way, going back to that day, I saw a student with rainbow-colored hair, a blueish jacket, and a pony logo. I figured out that girl liked a cartoon series called “My Little Pony Friendship is Magic”. It captivated me. Even if it was for children, those colors... I felt attracted to it as if it were calling me. I was 16 and many people may have thought that I was affiliated with drug cartels and such. Even the teachers were cautious when handling me. They thought I could shoot up the school if I was provoked. 

But… of course, I would never do that. Why would I? Why would someone worthless attempt to take the lives of people who have a future?

My last supposed day came and I set up all my things. Even left a letter to my parents. I knew they wouldn't come home until a week later, so I left it in their room’s bed. It would make them happy that I left… they… wouldn't have to drag me by like they normally did.

In the last minutes, I stayed there, watching the chair that was gonna take my life. Suddenly I remembered that rainbow. The only color I had seen in years. 

“Before I go…” I said

Searching the name in my small portable computer wasn't hard, there were thousands if not millions of web pages dedicated to talking about “My little pony”. It was a cultural phenomenon. 

Then I watched. And watched. And watched until the day ended. Episode past episode, this quirky little series captivated me to the point of forgetting the world was black and gray. Then I realized something. The show was in color… I couldn't stop watching, their adventures were amazing and I just… I figured out something… As if it awakened inside of me. The show made clear the message of making friends and caring for them. Maybe… maybe my job is to take care of the people around me… It would all make sense. I'm not special, and they all are. Maybe it's my job to take away their darkness, make them feel better about themselves. Make them realize how special they are. 

As soon as I realized this, I changed. Everything happening around me stayed the same. I still got called names, I still got punched. But it's better if it happened for me rather than the girl they normally did this to. Harassment isn't as bad when you know you might be saving another person’s life. A person who actually DESERVES a life.

Not to mention that my life was a bit better then, at least for my standards now. After watching the whole series and even its spinoffs I realized my true purpose in life. I slowly managed to mimic basic human emotions that I had before and people began to see me as a sort of friend they could rely on. Maybe on their side, we were, but for me, we were as separate as China from the US. 

This continued until one fateful day where I woke up in a room that wasn't mine.
And this is where my story begins.