Something's not right
So, today was a horrible day. Oh, not enough description? How about, today was warm, sunny, and very noisy day at school. I like my peace, my cool, cloudy days, and don't like fevers, sore throats, or headaches. I guess that's enough of a description.
Anyways, I got home off of the bus #449 and walked the street back to my house. It's not too far, and I like the long walks anyways. It reminds me of that one guy from My Little Dashie. Oh, have I not told you I'm a brony yet? Must of slipped my mind. So yeah, I'm a brony, have a couple pictures and wallpapers on my iPod touch, and have a Twilight Sparkle figurine. She may not be my favorite pony, but she's number three. My favorites go: Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, you know who the next one is, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Rarity. Dang it, stop getting off track brain!
So, after I made it to my driveway, I noticed that a few houses were getting ready for Halloween. A few had pumpkins, others decorations, but the one that surprised me the most was a house, that usually had the most decorations, had actually none. I walked in my house, noting a large amount of cleaned, folded clothes on the couch, and walked into my room down the hallway one the right.
Upon entering the organized chaos known as my room, I spotted my younger brother, Phoenix, playing 'Ratchet and Clank: Tools of Destruction.' This rustles my jimmies, because when my brother, who is nearly the same age as me, is playing a game that is not as awesome as Skyrim. I've only had the game for about, what? Two to three months? Yet at the same time, I was already a level 61 Nord, and pretty much killed everyone and had the highest bounty ever known to man. True story.
"Hey Phoenix," I called to my brother who was engrossed to the T.V. We didn't share a room, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't stay in his own. Not receiving an answer, I walked up to my brother my smacked on the back of his head, not hard enough to hurt him, but to get his attention. He quickly paused the game and made his 'angry face.' In all reality, it was really him giving a scowl and putting his lips behind his teeth, biting them. He said it stops him from screaming, but I think it's because he can't make an angry face. It also looks absolutely ridiculous.
"What?!" he shouted, still making that face. Must. Not. Laugh.
"Why are you playing this instead of Skyim?" I questioned as I dropped my book bag next to my vent in the ground.
"Because I don't want to. Skyrim got boring," he said, resuming his game. Oh heck naw. Time to smack some sense into him.
"Time to eat!" my mom announced from the kitchen. I sigh inwardly because I didn't get a chance to smack my brother in the head. He pauses his game and follows me into the nearly completely white kitchen. The only things that weren't white were the walls, the fridge, oven, microwave, dishwasher, table, and other miscellaneous objects. I smell noodles and a hint of pumpkins, as the whole family was carving pumpkins the night before. I tried making a carving that looked like this, but I failed horribly. I glance at the clock and see it's already 7:00. Was I really that distracted by my brother playing?
"Hey! How was your day at school?" my mom asked as she always did.
"Good."
"Got any homework?" she asked as she got our plates ready. I see my five year old sister walk through the door, most likely coming from her friend Stephanie's house.
"Christian!" she shouted, running towards me, arms open. She runs into me, barely budging from the force, hugging me.
"No, I don't have any," I tell my mother.
"What are you making, momma?" Allyson, the five year old I mentioned, asked my birth giver.
"Tortellini, ravioli, and garlic bread," she answered, putting the plates on the part of the counter we usually sat at. The youngest three sat on the stools, while the oldest stood up and ate like usual.
"Wait!" my sister interrupted before we could dig into the heavenly gift known as food. "We forgot to say pray first." We all folded our hands, bowed our heads, closed our eyes, and began praying a very cheesy, but easy to learn prayer.
God is great,
God is good,
Let us thank him for our food,
By his hands,
We are fed,
Thank you Lord for daily bread
Amen
We made the cross by touching our foreheads, chest, and shoulders. I'm not one to be always praying and always going to church, but I sometimes do both. I dig into the dinner of champions, finish, and head back to my room. I ponder on what to do, but finally decide to read some Mlp fan-fiction. Better be something worthy to read...
Four hours later...
Done with some reading today, I decide to lay in my bed and listen to some music.
He was different from the rest of the world
He chose the lovely every time
With a smile, he would bravely soldier on
Yeah, was that such a crime?
He did not wear cynicism well
He chose the lovely every time
And they cut hi-
My music was rudely interrupted by a large golden light being shone on me, as if it was made into my ceiling. A warm feeling, strangely, made me feel more relaxed, as if it was like the laughing gas at the dentist's, only not numbing.I could only hear the slight stereotypical jingle of heavenly lights, because my headphones were torn from my ears. A voice entered my brain, as if someone were living in it.
"Your time has come to meet the others," she, I assumed it was a she bye the tone, said. It was a motherly tone, trying to soothe my confuddled body. Yes, I mixed two words. Deal with it. Also, it was around 11:30, so I decided to try to keep it down.
"Sure," replied, still feeling as if I was high.
"... You don't know what you're doing, do you?" she said, changing her tone. Why did this voice sound familiar, yet so vague?
"Well, I'm half asleep, and what ever is going on with me is making my body less aware, so yeah, I guess you can say that."
"Well, time for Equestria!" she shouted
"Wait wha-" was all I could make out before my body felt like it was being burnt up. Since I'm used to temperatures that aren't as extreme as boiling or hypothermia, I was used to it... Okay, I've gotta stop lying. It felt like I was to close to a fire above a volcano that was on the biggest star in the universe. Don't ask how I know what that feels lie, because I'm not going to explain.
Too much pain took over my body, not even allowing me to scream in pain. Blacking out, I took the last remaining milliseconds to hope I live...
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A small breeze washes over me, slowly waking me up. I feel the cool grass under my arms and head, brushing my cheeks. The breeze is comforting,
Well, that could've been less painful, I think to myself. My body decides to say "Ha! No way you're gonna be thinking, because you've still got a headache!" To prove its point, my brain tried forcing itself out of my skull. I quickly, but painfully, brought my hands up to my head, attempting to calm the now sensitive nerves. I open my eyes, expecting them to be burned to a crisp by the sun, but only get a bunch of leaves and branches. Lucky me.
Okay, time for a body check. Arms? Here. Legs? Here. Head? Here. Torso? Here. Organs? Here. Other things? Here. Okay, looks like I'm still alive. Now to find out where the buck I am. Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, I keep my swearing to a minimal. I slowly stand up, getting a see of my surroundings. I see nothing but trees, rocks and-Hey what's that?! Oh wait, that's a tree.
I decide to walk and ponder, because that's what everyone does. 'So let's see, I was in my bed, on my iPod, my I was hit by a large gold light. A voice, female, calm and tender, spoke to me, telling me to go to-Wait,she didn't!' I stop in my tracks, staring at nothing, mouth agape. If I'm asleep, don't wake me. If I'm crazy, I don't want to be sane. If I'm dead... deal with it. Because I'm in Equestria!
I squat down a bit, readying my fist for one of those sitcom endings where the characters do a group jump, fist pumping. I release the tension in my muscles, spring me forward. Forward because I was caught off guard by a low throaty growl. My blood turns to ice before I look up to see a wooden creature with golden eyes, staring at me. A wild timberwolf appeared!(How original. A timberwolf?) My brain shut down, even though I can feel it pulsing, and my instincts. Anyone else know what to do? I do. Run mothabucka, run!
I swiftly put my self in position, hands as if they were ready to do push-ups, and spin around, catching the creature off guard and knocking it off its paws. with it disoriented, I kick it in the head, hopefully knocking it out. Kicking a tree hurts. Kicking a timberwolf is worse. Adrenaline getting rid of the pain, I hop over it, launching myself forward into a sprint.
I hear more growls behind me, guessing in half a second that its a pack of the wolves. I push my body farther knowing that if I die, I'll go down, guns blazing. That's why I'm not fighting them. No combat experience, save for play fighting with my brother, and a not so strong body. Sure, weightlifting can make you stronger, but only after a longer amount of time, not a couple months.
I run for what feels like about five minutes, until I start needing to breathe heavily. In gym, which is also my weightlifting, we jog for about ten minutes, making everyone who was jogging be out of breath. My legs, made of lead, start wobbling. My throat and lungs, only able to hold less air then normal because of my sore throat, start burning. I forget why I was running, only to be reminded by a loud bark.
I risk a glance back to see how many there were. Only three, so that means I can probably defend myself. I stop in mid-step, surprising the first one. The other two, smaller than the first, stop easier than the big guy, who is most likely the alpha. Remember when I said that kicking one of them hurt? Well, having one run into you full speed is worse. During the collision, I heard a bone in my right shoulder go POP!
With the larger one disoriented, my brain decides to run this time, instead of sprinting. It's much harder, given my current condition, but it saves me a bit. I hear the pounding of beats behind me again, this time closer. Fortunately, I see a light that happens to be around thirty feet away. Giving it all I can without hurting myself, I run to the end, only to have a warm, moist feeling go down my right leg, which somehow freezes my blood. Yep, they're gaining on me.
Summoning the last reserves of my strength, I swing my leg as hard as I can into the location causing the warm air to move. With a satisfying Crack! and me foot feeling it hit something sharp, I'm guessing I kicked it in its open mouth. The light quickly approaches me and I embrace it.
The cool, dense forest gives way to a warm, bright meadow. Given how I'm most likely safe, I run a couple more meters, hoping I lose the abominations. Knowing I'm far enough, I lay down, clenching my shoulder so it doesn't pop out, and begin pondering again.
'Okay, so I'm in Equestria, that's the Everfree Forest, and I was recently speaking to Princess Celestia. That means I'm close to-'
"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" a voice whispers loudly. Score! Knew it! A banana yellow and hot pink mass enters my vision.
"Well, besides my headache, sore throat, and shoulder, I'm guessing I'm perfectly fine," I say, trying to keep down a cough. She seems a bit surprised I can talk.
"Oh, well, if you come with me, I can help your shoulder... that is if you want," Fluttershy said meekly. It was very difficult to not squee this instant.
"That would be great, but it seems I'm in a predicament," I say as I rub my shoulder, also wiping off as much excitement as I can. It takes a second for Fluttershy to get the message.
"Oh! Why yes, of course!" she exclaims quietly. I stifle my chuckle and turn my attention to standing up. Now for the hard part. I put my left hand on the injured shoulder and attempt sitting up, Fluttershy pushing me up from the back of my shoulders. Painfully, I make it to a position with my legs flat on the ground, while my body is nearly perpendicular to the ground.
Luckily, I'm on a hill, so that means I can face Fluttershy, get on my knees, and attempt to stand up from there. I do so, only more painfully than I thought it would be. Fluttershy, still waiting patiently, was watching me be in pain. Once at my full height, I stared in awe and fear of me. I understood the awe part, but why the fear? I run a tongue through my mouth in concentration. Found it! Dang teeth, always getting me in any amount of trouble.
"Hey, hey. Don't worry about these," I say as I point to my teeth, "They're not meant for you, or anything else here." Dang, now I'm really hungry. "Why don't we head to your home for the night?"
Fluttershy shakes here head, regaining her senses. "Oh yes! I have to help your shoulder, remember?" Oh boy, do I remember? I nod in confirmation and we head to her small, overgrown cottage. It looks peaceful. Like nobody lives in it, but it's also really well kept.
"It looks really nice," I compliment. She blushes a bit and whispers something inaudible. Shrugging, albeit painfully, I walk into the house with Fluttershy following close behind. I find an assortment of small animals running around. Bunnies hopping, squirrels running, and birds flying. Did I see a deer?
One animal catches my eye though. A small white as snow rabbit wearing a glare. Attempting to lighten his mood, I smile and give a small wave. His glare gets more intense, making me realize it's hopeless. I roll my eyes and walk over to the small green couch. It takes a moment, but I sit down and recline a bit in the sofa.
"Now please wait here while I get some first-aid supplies, that is if you don't mind," she said. I shake my head to save my voice, and then she briskly trots up the stairs next to the door. I hear some hooves against the wood floor, a creak, a shuffling noise, something falling, an 'eep!', some more shuffling, and finally, creaking. I look up, not realizing that I turned my head down, to see Fluttershy walking back down the steps with a box that has a red cross on it in her mouth.
She sets the box down next to me on the couch, and then she opens it with her hooves.
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How did she do that? Oh wait, I'm in Equestria, which also has Pinkie Pie in it. So, buck physics.
"Now, if you don't mind," Fluttershy started, tearing me away from thoughts, "could you please lift your right foreleg?" she asked, holding up a bit of gauze in her left foreleg.
"Okay, and please, call it an arm," I say as I hold up my right arm. She slowly wraps it around, using her hooves. I am one again confuddled. Once she finishes, she pulls out a sling that looks a bit small for me, but will still fit. Once again, the butter yellow pegasus starts maneuvering the object with her hooves.
I'm guessing Fluttershy decided to strike up a conversation, since this was getting boring. "If you don't mind me asking, what animal are you?"
"Well, I'm a human, or homo sapiens if you want to get all fancy," I finish as she ends attaching the little velcro pieces. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"Oh, no problem. I help anypony who needs it," I put on a confused look at "anypony." I knew what it meant, but I decided to play stupid.
"What do you mean 'anypony'?"
"What are you talking about? Doesn't your kind say that?"
"No, we say everybody. Anyways," I say, hoping to change the subject, "I need to find Twilight Sparkle."
She adopts a confused face. "I'm sorry, but I don't know a 'Twilight Sparkle'."
