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// 1 - Nicotine addict manifests in magical pony world 
// Story: Tight Bars and Faded Memories 
// by Spazz Kid 
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Garcello had always wondered how he would die.

Perhaps, it was by the hand of that demon guy that fucked his life up.
Maybe some random mugger dude desperate for money.

But in the end, it came down to his cigarettes, and a pleasant battle of music with a blue haired munchkin, and the previously mentioned demon guy's daughter.

He died right there, right in front of them.
And yet, he decided to sing with him, to share his final moments with the two of them.

He had no family, and all of his friends were missing, so why not, right?
After all, they both seemed pretty cool.

After their song was over, however, he felt that his time was nearly up.
And then came the send-off, a short, but beautiful serenade.

Garcello hadn't felt that happy in forever.

And then, his vision faded, and all he saw was black.
He had finally left his world.
He had finally died.

But yet, this didn't seem to be the end.... 



A pleasant smell reached Garcello's nose, one of sugary pastries, and delicious desserts. 
Then another smell came, a stronger one.
One that.... wasn't so pleasant.

Guess it was all just a dream.

He opened his eyes, and noticed that he among a bunch of trash bags and garbage bins.
He sat up and looked around.

It was night out, which was fine by him. He usually operated at night anyway.
But something else caught his attention, something much more alarming.

"What the..?" he said to himself. "Where.. Where am I?" The street he was on seemed much more... rural than what he was used to. He sighed. "I need a smoke..." He reached in his pocket, only to discover that it was empty. "Huh?" He tried his other pocket. Also empty. "Shit. Well... might as well look around..."

And so, he began to walk away the the trash pile, and out of the alleyway he was in, and into a cobblestone street.

'Okay, this is getting even weirder...' Garcello thought as he walked over it, and immediately stop in his tracks, noticing something. 
Something huge.

'Is that..? IS THAT A CASTLE??' 

There it stood, a massive structure, which looked to be made of some kind of crystal-like material, in the shape of something that vaguely resembled a 4-pointed star.

As he was gaping at it in absolute awe, he failed to notice that the sun was slowly making its way up the sky.

After racking his brain around for a few seconds, he came to the conclusion he would ask for help in the castle, and began to walk towards it, his hands in his pockets.

As he walked, he saw a door open, and watched as  a pink pony with a pink mane stepped out, and stared at him with bright it's blue eyes. It then comically gasped, and - quite literally - flew away in a random direction.

'Okay, that was... weird.' Garcello has seen a variety of weird things in his time. Hell, one of his old music buddies had a bomb for a head! And, because of this, he decided to keep on walking.

But he was not ready for for what happened next.
The pink pony thing came back, really fast mind you, and went inside the building it had come out of, closing the door and turning on the lights. Loud banging noises were heard, and after maybe a minute, the pony had come back out with a giant stack of letters on her back, and was about to take off again, before looking as if it had realized something, setting the letters down, and trotted up to Garcello, who had watched this all go down with a mildly confused look on his face.

The pony stopped in front of him, looked into his supernaturally shadow obscured face, smiled, and said, in an energetic tone; "Hi sir! I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?"

'IT CAN TALK?'

....

'Poggers.'

"Uh.. Garcello?" He said his name, not very sure of himself

"Alright!" The pony, supposedly named Pinkie Pie, said, whipping out another envelope and a random feather quill out of her mane, and began to write something on it. After finishing, she put the quil back in her mane, and held out the envelope to Garcello. "Welcome to Ponyville," ('Ponyville? C'mon, they weren't even trying with one.') "Garcello. This is an invitation to your very own 'Welcome to Ponyville' party! Be there tonight!"

"Uh... thanks?" Garcello replied, confusedly taking the invitation.

"No problem, Garcy!" Pinkie Announced quickly.

"Garcy?" Garcello asked, raising one of his shadow covered eyebrows.

"Yep!" Pinkie nodded, before spinning around quickly. "Anyway, I gotta go and hand out these invitations, and set up the party! Whoo boy, this is gonna be so fun! See ya later, Garcy!" She waved at him, before initially zooming off, bringing all the invitations with her, and heading down the street. 

Garcello watched as she zoomed off, then at the invitation in his hand. 


To Garcello

From Pinkie Pie.


Thinking 'why the hell not?,' he opened it.


Dear Garcello,

You have been cordially invited to your very own "Welcome to Ponyville" party! Please, come by Sugarcube Corner at around 6 o'clock to celebrate your arrival!

Your new friend,
Pinkie Pie <3 


'I've been invited to my own party?' He thought to himself, rubbing his chin. 'Eh, I don't see the harm in it. I'll go'

He pushed the paper into his pocket, and continued towards his original goal; the castle. He looked around as he went, at all the little shops and houses that lined the streets, and a rather peculiar, circus tent-pillar combo thing in the distance with a small flag on top.

He turned his attention back to the castle, which wasn't hard, considering how he was only a few feet away from its steps. 

'It's even bigger up close..'

He walked up the steps cautiously, and up to the door.
It wasn't much taller than he was, and he was kinda on the slightly shorter side; a mere 6 foot. He raised his hand to knock.

Taking a deep breathe, he brought his hand back, and hammered on the door.