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// Mobius pt. 2: Meetings and Friends 
// Story: Mobius: Equestrian Adventure (Revamped! Old chapters included) 
// by Mobius of the Moon 
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Mobius pt. 2: Meetings and Friends 
(Keep in mind that all this transpires at some point between episodes 2 and 3 of season 1. Some alterations could happen to the episode, because of our little “disturbance” in this realm.)
“Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.”
-Winston Churchill

I awoke to birds chirping in the trees and sunlight pouring in through the window. I sat up, groaning, and rubbed my face with my hands… paws. I looked down, remembering what had transpired the day before, and I audibly groaned in exasperation. Stupid Gods. I’m a cat. In a world absolutely FILLED with ponies. Stupid. I still had no problem with being a cat. I was even the same size as the ponies, actually a little bigger than Big Mac.
I sat up in the bed, somehow like a human would, and then flopped back down. I was never a morning person, but duty calls. I rolled off the bed and pushed to my feet (paws, dang it!), and sidled out of the room and into the hallway. I padded out to the room I had been in last night. Applejack was there, looking at me with a slightly smug look on her face.
“What?” I asked, seeing a plate with food on it at the table, and another bottle with an apple on it next to it. I sat down as Applejack began talking.
“I suppose you’re not a mornin’ pony… er, that is- you get the point.” Applejack sighed at her attempt to joke.
“Yes indeed I’m not.” I said, chowing down on the breakfast. Eggs and bacon. I sleepily thought that if these are ponies, why are they eating dairy and meat? “I’m guessing I woke up a little late for breakfast?” 
“You’re right there, pardner.” The orange pony said, laughing good-naturedly and hitting me slightly on the arm- leg… thing.
I stood and shook myself, draining the juice (still don’t know if it’s cider or not. Someone tell me) from the bottle before tossing the bottle into the bin. Applejack noticed and raised her eyebrows slightly, “So, you’re a pretty good shot, aren’t ya.” 
I just stood there like an idiot. Fitting, I would say. “Hm? Oh, uh, naw, just thirsty is all. Just tossing the bottle into the nearest container.” I stood there, just kind of staring, until Applejack stood up and said, “Well, you ready to meet the rest of the gang? Maybe we could see what exactly you are.”
I brightened, running to the front door and calling, “Would I? I would be delighted my dear Applejack.” I turned and raced out the door, almost leaving the farm until I realized that I was supposed to not know my way around. I let Applejack catch up and stood there while she asked, “Can’t you just wait one gosh darned minute (teehee, I find that phrase funny)? You don’t have to be in such a hurry. Is there somepony you need to meet?”
I grinned sheepishly, “Sorry, old habit.” Well, there goes another lie. I wonder how long I can keep this up. Also, I should get used to the way everyone- I mean everypony- talks around here.
“Well, now you better hurry up, ‘cause I ain’t waitin’.” Applejack grinned and sped off down the road.
I again just stood there, feeling slightly hopeless, until I remembered. Unfurling them, I stood at the top of the hill, preparing to fly. My wings rustled in the slight breeze, and I took a deep breath before leaping as high as I could. Thinking hard about flapping my wings, I looked down to see the ground rushing up at me! Screaming (yes, like a girl), I flapped frantically as I tried to stop my descent. Suddenly my wings moved, and when I looked again I was gliding quite high above the ground now. I tried flapping them, and I plummeted again. I found that I didn’t have to think of flying, much less try. All I had to do was do whatever came natural. Flying was an instinct, then, not something you have to learn. I tried to do a barrel roll for fun but it didn’t work. I almost crashed into a tree. So flying must be natural, but you have to learn the tricks. Hmph.
Instead of flying, I now tried gliding and flapping to stay high. When I looked down the second time, Applejack was but a tiny orange speck sort of far behind me. Using my Sight, I saw a triumphant look on her face, as if she knew she was winning. 
Oh wait, my Sight. Well, that needs explaining, too. Here comes another long explanation in which I might ramble. Just follow the instructions from chapter one and listen up.
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So you see, every Seer has a certain amount of power, mostly determined by their eyes. There are many types, but I will go over four main ones today: Truth, Scout, Tank, and Traveling Seers (Woot! That’s me!).
Truth Seers have the ability to sense disturbances in other worlds, and in people. It’s pretty creepy to have them search your mind. Their symbol of power is a rune in, I think ancient Norse: Algiz, meaning unclear. Because though they are called Truth Seers, they usually cannot see what exactly will happen or the exact problem. They are truly weak when it comes to fighting. Not that that’s bad; some of my best friends were Truth Seers! Key word being were, though.
The next type of Seer is Scout Seers. They are marked by a cog wheel that activates over one of their eyes (usually the dominant one) when they use their powers to see far ahead, through walls, and have other sight enhancements. They are fast and usually fight with guns, and occasionally bows. They are sometimes nice, but most of the time they’re really quiet.
Next up: Tank. They are the big guys, the macho men, and the heavy (emphasis on heavy) lifters (you have not seen ripped until you’ve seen them), the- (here insert the “get on with it!” from Monty Python and the Holy Grail)… Okay, okay, you get it right? They are marked by how their eyes take on an angular look when they fight. They carry quite huge broadswords and really, REALLY huge guns. (OH, by the way, our weapons are really hard to actually describe, so I’ll leave that for another time) Most Tank Seers actually have gentle natures, though, making them incredibly easy to get along with.
Finally we get to Traveling Seers, such as Hunter, Karen, and myself. We have the powers of Truth (the mind reading, and other mind-related things), Scout (even better vision enhancements), and Tank (only it’s a bad thing when we go berserk). We are marked by solid colors in our eyes. We have the support abilities of the lesser Seers, and even the more powerful abilities of the Gods themselves. I suppose it comes from being chosen by the Gods. I remember my choosing by the Gods. Scary, but fascinating at the same time.
… Oh. You’re still there. Sorry about that, just reminiscing.
So anyway, Traveling Seers have the powers of all the other types of Seers (just much better). There is a rumor, though, that when a Seer’s time as a Traveler is up (which is when they die- but that can't happen anymore-, or it is when the Gods decide to elect a new one-that doesn't happen anymore either-), they gain their true powers as Gods. Seems blasphemous, don’tcha think? But that’s apparently how it goes.
On yet another side note, I will describe what each Clan looks like throughout the ranks. Lunars, as our color is light purple and a royal blue, have that significant color match. Same goes for Solars, but they have light orange and red. Darks, though I have only heard of Traveling Seers for them (they are a sneaky, secretive bunch), are pitch Black on red. All these colors appear in some combination in our eyes that fits our type and Clan. If someone was to try to use Seer powers and they weren’t a Seer, the color of their eyes would be a cloudy silver, meaning that they had no Seer power. (That is why one of my eyes was silver, because I only had half power for now… Stupid Gods.) Not only would they not have any Seer powers, but the non-Seer would most likely lose their sight and get another, maybe life threatening health problem.
Well, I’m done rambling, so let’s get on with the story!
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Chuckling to myself, I turned my attention back to the now quite close Ponyville. Making a stupid split decision, I dive-bombed the nearest rock, feeling all for the worlds as if I were plummeting to my doom. Wind streamed past, and I pulled up without even thinking, stopping and gliding to an almost perfect stop. These wings must have minds of their own. I thought. That or the God(essses) were watching out for me. 
Well, that’s a plus. I thought somewhat cheerfully, now to hope that I look like the normal population soon. Do you know how much I felt like an outcast? No? I thought so.
I looked around. I had completely missed the rock I was aiming for, but hey, I wasn’t a pulp that would randomly pop back up perfectly fine in a home world. I waited for Applejack, gloating silently in my victory. I quickly pushed it away, though, when I realized how close I was to “giving in,” which is when Seers, especially Lunar ones, give in to certain emotions. Then Lunar Clan, being more susceptible to dark/evil emotions like greed, hatred, or gloating/boasting, is easily influenced. Of course, we can feel these emotions, but if we feel them too much… you get the picture. It’s like giving in to hatred or insanity, only milder; we go berserk either way, and- no, too much detail.
... I’ve gotten off topic again, haven’t I? Ah, well, back to the story.
I sat there, smiling, as Applejack finally got over the last rise and reached me, puffing for air.
“Had fun?” I said, grinning.
“How… how’d you get… here… so fast?” Applejack panted.
I unfurled my massive wings (which were only about two stretched out ponies wide… Wow, odd comparison) and said, “With these babies. You yourself said they were amazing, did you not?” I did my best to make a sciency accent, which wasn’t hard, considering all the types of scientists I’d been around throughout the years. Most of them actually ended up being German. So now my semi-deep voice that was still soft sounded harsh and German.
“You… sound like… Rainbow Dash.” Applejack wheezed out.
I laughed, “I bet I do (cookie points if you get the reference. Btw, it’s 10,000 points a cookie).” Then I realized yet another mistake. Ummm… Damn?
Applejack gave me the stare again, like I was something alien. Which, of course, I was.
“Ummm… Hey look at that!” I actually had something to point at. There was a pink blob bouncing up the road towards us. I searched my knowledge of this realm and it came to me. 
I almost blurted out the name before Applejack said it for me, doubt still slightly in her voice, “Oh, that’s just Pinkie Pie. She’s one of my friends. Come on, I’ll take you to meet her.”
I stayed at as much of a distance as I could, because I felt bad mojo vibes from that girl- er, mare. I stood still as Applejack said, “Well, hey there Pinkie. I just wanted to meet my friend Mobius here, and-” she never finished.
“Oh! A new person? Where? Where?” Pinkie began looking in the most random places possible. Under a rock. In a tree. She even ran off down the street and came bouncing back a few minutes later, looking confused.
I must be invisible. I thought sarcastically. I stepped forward, putting my wings in and hoping that Pinkie wouldn’t react like the Apples had. Pinkie turned as I padded forward, and instead of cringing, laughed in my face. I then remembered. “Element of laughter.” I muttered to myself, smiling.
“Oh, oh! What’s the costume for? Nightmare Night isn’t for months, you know. Oh! Is it for a prank? I LLLOVE pranks!” Pinkie then began to say random things, forgetting about me. And here we go.  I thought, thinking for once that my inability to listen to people at times might be a good thing.
Applejack finally got Pinkie Pie calmed down after about ten minutes of something about something along the lines of her first cake, and got formal introductions in, “No Pinkie, this is what he normally looks like. He’s just a little different from us. Mobius here wants a tour of Ponyville so I was gonna take him to Twilight’s to see if she has any idea, erm, what he is.” She cast a worried glance my way, which I shook my head in answer to, saying that I didn’t mind the way she put it.
I stuck out my paw when Pinkie didn’t respond and said, “Hey. What’s shakin’ bacon?” I cringed. Why? Why-though this was Pinkie Pie- did I have to say that of all things? I hated greetings officially now.
Pinkie just stared (again, what’s with the staring?), then jumped in the air, gasped, and said all at once, “You’renewsothatmeansyouneedaparty!Youralsosomesortofpegasuscatthingythat’ssocoolsoyourpartys-houldbeextraspecialfun!I’llgetstartedrightaway!” the pink mass of hyper activeness sped off down the road, back into town. I grinned. I just love that pony to death. Yes, I just said that. Ponies are adorable, non?
I fell on the ground, laughing my head off and saying, “Oh, I was waiting for that to happen!”
Applejack stared funky at me again, Crap. I thought, I did it again.
Then the orange pony turned and said, “Yeah, well, Pinkie can be like that at times. Come on, next I’ll take you to Rarity’s.” 	Oh, wonderful. I could see some serious talks about my looks coming.
We made our way through town, ponies staring at us-well, me- the whole way. I met each stare evenly, smiling cordially. Although, being a cat, it must have looked creepy, because the ponies backed away into their buildings or cringed. I saw one mare lead her curious filly away, though the younger complained. I caught her waving madly behind her mother’s back, and I made sure to wave my tail in her direction, smiling at her before walking on.
I leaned in towards Applejack, “Are you sure this was a good idea?”
Applejack looked around us, seeing the stares, and replied, “Jus’ ignore them fer now. Twilight has all the books at her house, and I wouldn’t want her to strain herself getting them all over there.”
“Wouldn’t she have Spike to help her?” I said before I could stop myself. A cold sweat (or something like it) broke out under my thick fur, and I waited for the retribution to come. I looked at my feet…paws.
But nothing came. I looked up to see Applejack staring not at me, but straight ahead. She had a hurt look on her face. “I don’t know how you know what you do, but it ain’t natural. Are you sure you aren’t lying to me?”
I stuttered and stammered for an answer, “N-n-no, A-Applejack, I-I would n-nev-never lie about something like this. I d-don’t really know h-ho-how I know what I do, b-but I do.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but I didn’t like it.
Applejack just stared ahead, still looking concerned. “Alrighty, then. Guess I should be getting’ you to Rarity’s now.”
I breathed a silent sigh of relief, glad that she didn’t press further. But I went with a heavy heart, knowing that my lies would pile up and eventually crush me, like they almost always did.
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(A note from me, the author: This part might seem jumbled and messy, because it suddenly deleted itself, causing me to have to start over)
I stared in wonder at the Carousel Boutique. It was amazing! The dresses, the dress models, and the gems. Oh, the gems! Being a cat, my instincts kicked in and told me that shiny things were good. So many shiny gems! 
The bell had tinkled when we walked in, and an elegant voice said from the other room, breaking me out of my reverie, 	“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique. How may I help you?” a white unicorn-(wait, I’m not typing in what she looks like! You know that!)
Rarity stopped dead when she saw me, her sentence ending in a squeal. Applejack took this moment to step forward and say, “Howdy, Rarity! This here is my friend Mobius. Now I know he might look a bit funky, but-”
Rarity interrupted, saying, “Funky? How could you say such a thing Applejack? Look at this coat, it’s like silk. And that sheen! What do you use?”She began to list off hair products I never even knew existed. What could I say? That I ate a specific mix of Purina Cat Chow and some pills? No, then I’d sound like an addict. Wait, do ponies even know what addicts are? I looked to Applejack for help, who merely shrugged and motioned for me to go along with it.
When Rarity was finished I simply shrugged. Then she gasped, and said, “Oh, but where are my manners? I am Rarity, fashionista of Ponyville.” She leaned in and whispered, “*And I don’t mean to brag, but the best in Equestria, too.*” 		She giggled slightly, and I realized that she had held out a hoof.
Finally, someone (or somepony) who would greet me properly! I took her hoof and shook it gently but warmly (Rarity is a lady). “Mobius. I am not someone who knows fashion, but if I do say so myself, your claim is not without valid reason.” I gave another appreciative look around the room and looked back to meet Rarity’s dazzled eyes. She ran off to a stage at the back of the room, which was covered by a heavy red curtain.
Rarity pulled the curtain aside to reveal four dresses, and said proudly, “This is my new line of dresses that I am almost finished with. It is to represent the beauty of the four seasons.”
I have to say, I was impressed. They looked exactly like how I would have described the seasons… with colors (hey, is it bad if I have a little designer in me too? I should have some after all these years). I could see areas that needed to be finished on all the dresses. 
Spring was a soft dress that’s colors ranged from light to dark green. It had big, slow, thin curves and folds. Summer was a red and bright orange. The short dress had short, drastic lines to describe Summer’s heat. Fall was yellow and a darker orange, with subtle hints of brown in it. Compared to summer, its long-ness trailed behind it, the curves almost lazy. Winter was one of my favorites. It was a light blue and white, folding and overlapping each other in a cascade of color. It was the poofiest, too. The color was fur lined, and the whole thing was inset with snowflake-like beads that sparkled. On closer inspection, the beads were actually tiny diamonds.
I drew back, greatly impressed. “These are beautiful.” I went on to describe what I saw in them, Rarity sitting sort of stunned and Applejack looking shocked. When I finished Rarity squealed again and said, “Oh my, that is exactly what I was thinking as I made these! Are you sure you’ve never had any experience with designing?”
“Well, I was never a designer, but I have known… a few.” It wasn’t a lie, for once. I had known quite a few designers… just maybe they were alive decades or centuries ago… in different dimensions.
… Well, now that the depressing moment is over, back to the story.
Rarity smiled and said, “Well, then, is there anything else? Maybe a suit or something?” 
I thought about that. A suit on me might look quite nice. I’d seen them on ponies, but not on a cat that was bigger than a pony. I hadn’t seen a cat with wings before either, except for that one dream where I was being pied by all sorts of flying animals. Or was that in a realm? I don't remember.
Applejack gave me the don’t do it look, and I grinned. Turning to Rarity, I said, “I would be delighted if you could make me a suit, Rarity.”
Her eyes glowed and she set to work.
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About thirty minutes later, I had been measured and Rarity had gotten the proportions she needed. Let me tell you though, I’m not one for standing still very long. It was excruciatingly BORING to stand there. But I did get to choose what I wanted the suit to exactly look like, so it wasn’t all bad. (you want to know what it looks like? Well too bad!)
Applejack then pulled me aside and whispered, “So, uh, where’d you get your, er, sense of fancy stuff?”
I looked at her, a smile spreading across my face, “I just am, my dear. I just am.”
As we started to leave Rarity called out, “Wait!” We turned around to see her rushing after us. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just givin’ Mobius the good ol’ tour of Ponyville. I’m taking him to Twilight’s next, see if she has any idea… well, you know.” Applejack replied, casting another glance at me. I again shrugged to show my indifference.
“Oh, well, then, he won’t be getting around easily any time soon then.” Wow, Rarity. Harsh. “Let me join you!”
Applejack sighed, “Okay, okay Rarity. I guess it’s best that Mobius gets to know all of us pretty soon anyway, ‘cause if he stays he’ll be seein’ a lot of us.” She grinned at me.
I chuckled, “I think I will, too.”
Therefore we were led to Twilight’s by Rarity, who began to name off everything she knew about Ponyville. I just zoned out gain and made a mental map of the town in my head. Easy enough when there are landmarks like huge trees.
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And, of course, the library was that huge tree. I still don’t get how that tree is alive when there’s a freaking library inside of it. But, I don’t question things in different realms. Last time I did that I was chased throughout an alternate version of London, all the while an angry mob chasing me with pitchforks. That’s another thing I don’t understand. Even today I see angry mobs with just pitchforks and torches. I mean, hello? We do have guns. Hell, I would use a chainsaw. Oh, that would be fun.
Now then, where was I? Oh, yes, Twilight’s. (I told you I might get off topic a lot)
So there we were, standing outside Twilight’s, I was about to knock on the door, when it opened in my face, slamming me into the tree (foreshadowing!). I heard the sound a truck makes when backing up, too. You know, the beeping?
“Alright, alright, Twilight, I was just-” that was Spike’s voice. You are dead if that was on purpose, lizard. I thought evilly. “Oh, hey there Applejack. And R-R-Rar-Rari-” Spike was, of course, completely mute in Rarities presence. I could just imagine the hearts in his eyes, and the way he floated wherever she went. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call a love coma. No control over your body because of love.
“Oh hey there girls!” Twilight’s voice came from just the other side of the door. “I wasn’t expecting you. Is… is something wrong?” Well, it seems that someone is oblivious to the tail I’m waving madly.
“Well, you see, Twilight,” Applejack began, “we came to show you a new friend of ours, but…” Applejack trailed off uncertainly.
“Oh, how do I do this politely?” Rarity mused. “Well, right now that friend is a pancake on the other side of your door.”
Twilight immediately moved the door and I fell forward onto the ground, just like your everyday cartoon. That’s right, Mobius, Seer extraordinaire, was a literal pancake. I love how that’s possible here.
Twilight was silent for a moment. My body, of course popped back to its original shape in no time, and I stared at her, feeling a laugh bubbling up inside. All it would take was…
“So, did I miss anything?” I began to crack up at my own poor joke, rolling on the ground and crying. I was completely oblivious, also, to the pain I would later regret neglecting. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as my bellows (yes, I ‘bellow’ with laughter) died to chuckles and I finally stood up.
“Oh my gosh, is this…?” Twilight trailed off. I stopped my chuckles and turned to her. She was about to say something. What, was I some type of species of cat here? Well, that would be a first. There are a lot of firsts in different realms. Like in Megaman’s world. That was my first Travel as a Seer. I would never have expected to be sent into the cyberworld as bits of data, go through all of Megaman’s adventures with him, and then end up playing Go with an old man out of boredom after saving the world six damn times! I was also still my amazing young 17 year old self, even after it had been twenty years since I had saved the world.
“What, sugar cube? What is it?” Applejack asked uncertainly. Rarity was staring intently at her. We all felt something coming on.
“Come with me!” Twilight said suddenly, grabbing my arm- leg, thing- and dragged me into the house.
She completely ignored Spike, who was staring with still heart-filled eyes at Rarity, and began to levitate books from all around the room. She opened one I saw titled, Ancient and Mythological Creatures of Equestria. She flipped the pages with her magic as I sat, trying to stare over her shoulder. She suddenly swatted my face with her hoof, sending me reeling into a bookcase. The whole thing shuddered, and books rained down on me.
“Oh, not again. I had just finished shelving those! Spike!... Spike?” Oh, so I am chopped liver or something, is that right? Of all the (here some suggestive language was used) this happens? Someone… Help?... Or not.
“Spike, get over here!” Twilight of course disregarded Spike’s feelings and dragged him over to the books I was under. “Please get these (re)shelved, Spike.”
I could hear Spike’s grumbling from underneath my pile, and as I felt books being lifted, I used my night vision Sight to read a copy of Magic and You!. It was all about levitating magic in the first chapter. The introduction was quite useful. My findings concluded that, apparently, unicorn ponies would be utterly useless if they suddenly lost their horns. Well, that’s a pleasant thought. I grumbled in my head.
I now began to notice the aching of my body from being slammed by a door, crushed by books, of all things (I love to read, but this is a little too much to read at once), and apparently my careless dive earlier had caused some damage, too. The aches and pains grew slightly worse as time went on. I would have to use Medic Sight to check my injuries later and then heal.
“Uhh, Twilight, dear, couldn’t you just get those books up yourself?” Rarity asked. I think she was trying to get me rescued quicker. Thank you Rarity, at least I know you’re watching out for me.
“No, because I’m reading this and I don’t have time to order books at the moment. Now then, all I need to know to conclude my research is if your friend can do magic. Now then, where is he?”
I felt a slight surge at the negligence of myself. Well, then, I guess I should answer her question.
A surge of energy ran through me as I activated my magic, and all the compression I had felt lifted off as I picked the books up, levitating them into what I hoped were the right places on the shelves. The books were circled with blue magic streaked with silver. Hmph, guess magic really does reflect eye color. I thought, remembering the introduction of the book.
I smirked and gave an exaggerated bow (which hurt quite much), saying, “Hello, Twilight Sparkle. I am Mobius (Seer extraordinaire, I added silently), at your service. What can I assist you with today?”
I straightened, grinning. Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack all stared in a shocked silence at me. I began to feel uncomfortable, until Spike shouted, “Whoa that was awesome! The books are even in all the right places!” I breathed a silent sigh of relief at that. It’s good to have centuries of knowledge up your sleeve sometimes.
Twilight was the first to break the uncomfortable silence, “Well, then that concludes my hypothesis.” She said matter of factly, holding out a hoof, “Come look, all of you.”
I shook her hoof and then we all crowded around Twilight as she read about a cat that looked almost exactly like me, but with different colors.
“‘The Aries Leo Sagittarios (Hah, I’m constellations! Zodiac ones at that.) is a mythical winged cat that appears in very few ancient texts. Never truly seen by ponies, it is marked off as fable. In legend, it is usually the one who comes during times of trouble, bringing great power with them. But the power comes with a price. The encounters usually end in anguish and sorrow with those surrounding them.’” Well, that fit the bill. I guess the gods knew what they were doing after all. I wonder if what I had said about the God(esses) would come back to haunt me. I sure hope not. But it seemed that more unlucky things were happening to me than usual.
Applejack, Rarity, Twilight, and Spike(who had climbed onto Twilight’s back to read along) were all staring at me (again with the staring! Almighty Lords of the Moon, that’s getting old!). Their expressions told me that I had either done something very wrong, or I was Celestia herself. Neither seemed very likely, but I hoped that the latter was true. At least, the fact that I wouldn’t be in trouble part of it.
Applejack was the first to break the tense silence, “Well, I’ll be. We know somethin’ from that fancy old book a’ yours, Twilight.” She beamed at me. I grinned, sheepishly, back. Hey, I’m supposed to be looking and acting normal. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Twilight this time broke the silence that followed Applejack’s remark. “I think you should meet the rest of the gang. So, who have you met already Mobius?”
“Well let’s see, I met Pinkie while coming into town, and I’m sure you can all guess how that turned out.” They all grinned. Of course they knew.
“Alright, then. I guess we’ll go see Rainbow Dash first. She’s closer.” Twilight said, turning and walking out, Spike jumping off to stay behind. Applejack, Rarity and I followed out, questioning yet another odd reaction from a pony.
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We reached the cloud house (damn, I’m jealous) and Twilight called as loud as she could, “Rainbow Dash! Get down here!”
A blue head with a rainbow mane popped out of the clouds and Rainbow’s voice shouted down, “What the hay is going on here? I was sleeping!”
Before anyone could answer, I spread my wings and flew straight up, reaching the cloud in no time. I made yet another exaggerated bow- while flying at that- and said, “You must be Rainbow Dash. Pleased to meet you. I am Mobius, S-” I stopped myself. Almost blew it again. I was going to have to wait for that secret to be revealed. 
R.D. gaped openly at me, looking down at the others, then back to me. “What… what the hay!? I’m dreaming, I must be!”
I landed on her cloud… yard… thingie and poked her, “No, this isn’t a dream. This is real!” For emphasis, I leaped backwards, doing a double backwards somersault and hovering over her. At least, that’s what I would like to say happened, but it wasn’t. Instead I failed my attempt at that, tripping somehow over a bit of cloud and plummeting all the way down to the others, smashing into a rock. Through the literal stars circling my head I saw Rainbow gliding gracefully down, and through the whining noise in my head I heard her laughing. 
“Okay, now that was hilarious!” She said, tears streaming down her face in merriment, “Where’d you learn that move?”
“Same person you learned from,” I said, grinning evilly, “your mom.” Well, that was a wonderful comeback, Mobius. What’s next, then, the dump?
Rainbow Dash just stared at me for a moment before ramming me, knocking me back off my shaky feet. I didn’t laugh as I stood up, shaking my head to clear it. Rainbow glared at me and that was when I chuckled, “Dang, I was just joking! How much does it take to get people to laugh sometimes?”
All their eyes were on me, and I shrugged, “What? I really was just joking.” They continued staring with puzzled expressions. I shook my head before realizing. Jokes like that probably aren’t commonly used around here. 
“So, yeah.” I said, trying to change the subject, “Who’s the last person we should meet?”
“Oh, that would be Fluttershy.” Applejack said, always the first to end awkward situations, “She’s a might bit shy at times so you might have to-” Applejack was left hanging and the others were dumbfounded as I took to the air and called out, “Hey R.D.! I’ll beat you there!” I heard her protests as I flew quickly away, but then I could already hear her gaining.
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The others arrived about fifteen minutes after R.D. and I had, and they caught me giving her a brotherly noogie. She had won by a hair, but then we had gotten into a heated argument over who had really won. I would of course never admit to losing, so it ended up with a playful scuffle.
So anyway, the others just looked at us while we grinned and blshed and suggested that we keep moving. And so we did.
The area around Fluttershy’s house, of course, was filled with animals. The rabbits that hopped by were quite funny, fighting over a carrot. The chickens just sat there, but ran when I crept closer. I looked at the squirrels chattering in the trees, the turtles crawling along at the slowest pace possible. 
The rabbits were still fighting when Fluttershy came out of nowhere and said in her soft kind tone, “It’s okay, little ones. You can all share.” She split the carrot evenly and all three dug into their share. None looked like Angel (the devil-rabbit), though.
Fluttershy turned in our direction, and she began to say, “Hi girls. I was just getting these cute bunnies fed. What is it you want?” her eyes traveled over everyone until they rested on me. Instead of staring, though, she squealed in her tiny voice and ran into her house, slamming the door behind her. I turned to the others. “Am I really that scary?”
Applejack turned to me and said, “I told you she was a might bit shy.” 
“I get that, but it’s so depressing when everypony(hah, I am using native language!) runs away from you!”
Twilight had left the conversation and was already at the door to Fluttershy’s house. 
And that brings me to a point. Why, if she is so terrified of the Everfree forest, is her house built RIGHT NEXT TO IT?
Anyway, let’s move on.
Twilight knocked on Fluttershy’s door and said, “What’s the matter, Fluttershy? There’s nothing wrong.” All the rest of rolled our eyes and groaned inwardly. Leave it to Twilight to question the obvious.
Fluttershy opened the door slightly and looked at me, “You’re telling me you don’t see the big, scary monster sitting right out there next to everyone?” I lifted a paw and waved. Fluttershy squeaked and slammed the door again. I looked at my paw. What did I do now? Then I saw that my paw was quite large, as big as a hoof and my legs were just as thick. I looked at the rest of my body through Flutter’s eyes and saw something quite scary. I could see how she had run away from me so quickly after seeing me. I had the same proportions as a stallion here, and considering I was around the same size as Big Mac, I made one ferocious feline. Maybe there was also the fact that my claws had come out, wickedly curved and sharp. I retracted them and placed my paw back down.
This time I was the one to knock, and I said softly when I heard her gasp, “Hey, it’s okay, Fluttershy. I won’t hurt you. I’m just an everyday cat… well, sort of. You get what I’m saying, don’t you? I’m Mobius, and I heard that yours is Fluttershy. Do you mind if I come in?” Well, let’s hope that attempt works.
Fluttershy actually opened the door and looked me over again. Then her tender-loving-animal-care-person look came on and she grabbed me, dragging me into the house quite painfully and suddenly was treating me like a baby, “Oh is the wittle kitty sad? Well, I’ll fix that. How about some soup?” She disappeared into her kitchen and I officially thought that she had gone crazy. 
When she came back though, she suddenly screamed and hid behind a chair.
“Uh, Flutter?” I said, creeping around and nosing her. She peeked at me from behind her hair (which looked adorable, by the way) and squeaked. I smiled (I hope) and held out a paw to help her up. “How about we try introductions again?”
Flutters again peeked out, and slowly took my paw in her hoof. I shook it after helping her up, moving a little closer and stretching out a wing. She said something unintelligible and looked in slight fear and amazement at it. I smiled again-hopefully in a reassuring way- and wrapped the wing around her, muttering under my breath, “It’ll be okay, sweetheart, it’ll be okay. I’m a friend, okay? You don’t have to be afraid.” I’d dealt with scared orphans in the Fallout Realm before, and I felt for some reason that this wasn’t much different. Gradually Fluttershy calmed and said to me, “What was that. I can’t even do that to animals, and I’m usually great with them.” 
I smiled, “Just practice.” Actually, it was part of Medic Sight. The Medic Seers used it on victims that either needed to be sedated, had just been through a traumatizing event, had been severely wounded, or were also in shock for various reasons.
“So, anyway,” I said in my normal voice, “let’s start again. I’m pleased to meet you Fluttershy. I hope we can be great friends.”
Fluttershy smiled back, “I hope so too.” I led the way out and we walked over to the others. I grinned victoriously at them, and Flutter explained what had happened.
“Well, I’ll be.” Applejack said, “I’ve never heard of that happening before.”
“Yeah, well, I am totally awesome like that.” I turned and smiled at Fluttershy, winking. She giggled (which was irresistibly adorable, by the way). I suddenly heard a completely audible ‘shhhhh!’ and a confused Twilight ask ‘What did she say?’ and turned just in time to see pink racing down the road back to Ponyville. I looked at Applejack and she said, “It seems that your party is ready.”
I grinned, looking at Rarity, “Do you think I look nice enough?”
Rarity smiled back, “I think you look smashing, dear.”
I smiled wider, and shouted, “Then let’s get to that party!” If there was anything I needed right now, it was a Pinkie Party. I was supposed to be “loosening up” after all.
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We walked through Ponyville and the streets were deserted. It was slightly depressing to see the usually bustling city quiet and still. But I knew that this was probably because of the party, and not me. At least, I hoped so.
We arrived at Sugarcube Corner pretty soon, and I waited for everyone else to file in before I followed them into the dark space. I could see where this was go-
“SURPRISE!!!!!” About fifty voices shouted at once. The lights clicked on to reveal almost every pony I had seen while walking through the city. Streamers were flying everywhere and a banner that said ‘Welcome New Pony!’ It seemed that Pinkie had already forgotten my name. And that I wasn't a pony. Well, that’s wonderful. I thought semi-bitterly.
Every pony in the room suddenly stopped cheering though when they realized that I was the new pony. The silence stretched out until I couldn’t bear it any more. I saw Applejack prepare to speak up for me, but instead I opened my mouth first, trying to keep my voice calm, “Hello, everypony. I am Mobius. I’ve come to Ponyville to… research some things I was told I could only get here. I hope that earlier I didn’t scare you all, and I truly hope I can get to know you all as friends.”
I saw a spark of friendliness in their eyes, and hope in my short speech flared inside my chest. Then the filly that had waved earlier came up. (get ready for a made up character) She was a bright white with a green and red striped mane and tail. Her cutie was, guess what… a present. 
She jumped up and down in front of me and said excitedly, “Hi! I’m Twist! Remember me? I waved earlier! Ihopewecanbefriendstoo!” She said the last bit like Pinkie would. Speaking of…
“Of course I remember you. I’m pleased to meet you, Twist. So, I’m guessing that your talent is something with gifts, non?” I replied earnestly.
Twist grinned, “Yup! I always seem to know what someone wants, and so I usually surprise them by giving them a present that is just that!” I felt a slight shiver run down my spine at that. I’d heard of Seers being born in other Realms, but I never expected…
“Come on, everypony! This is a party!” Pinkie Pie’s voice rose over the murmurs starting to spread.
Laughing, I jumped up on top of a counter and shouted with her, “You heard her! Let’s get this party started, ponies!”
That was all it took. The party started in earnest, ponies talking and laughing and joking and eating and… drinking? I went closer to inspect and found a bottle of Applejack’s cider and a punch bowl.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, I turned to see another pony I didn’t expect to see, Ditzy Doo (more commonly known as Derpy).
She grinned and held out a hoof. “Hey, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Ditzy Doo.” I, having never heard her voice, was surprised to hear her speaking fluently and clearly. You would never expect that from a derp-faced person. Or pony.
I shook and replied, “It’s nice to meet you, Ditzy. So, what do you do around here?”
She grinned and then said, “Oh, this and that. I work for delivery services, I act sometimes, but I’m really just a regular pony.”
I laughed loudly-my laughs, because my voice is deep, could be heard throughout the whole room-, “Oh, come on! Everyone has their special something! I’m sure you’re just as unique as me!”
Ditzy looked uncertain, but smiled and walked away after saying goodbye.
The rest of the party went quite well, ponies talking to me, asking question. I replied as best I could, having to lie about my past many, many times. I hated it, but if anyone knew what I really was, my new life here might be ruined. But other than that, the party was one of the best I’ve ever had.
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After the party, and after everypony had left, I was just getting off a sugar high and had collapsed on some cushions, ready to sleep. I could hear Pinkie rambling on about something in the background as I drifted off. Then a hoof tapped my shoulder.
I looked up to Twilight, who was grinning down at me and giggling, “You look sort of funny like that. Anyway, Mobius, what was the party like?”
I looked at myself. I was slouching like a regular human, splayed out in a lazy position. I looked around the room to see that everyone I had met before the party standing around, waiting for an answer. I smiled slowly and said, “It was an amazing party, Twilight. I was actually accepted by them, and I made quite a few friends today. I’m guessing you’re going to-” I stopped myself this time. I almost had blurted out something else I wasn’t supposed to know.
“I’m going to what, Mobius?” Twilight gave me a puzzled look, and I noticed Applejack had a suspicious look on her face. I quickly turned a lie into a sneaky truth.
“I was going to say that I guess you’re going to write this down in some ‘friendship record book’ now, aren’t you?” I sighed inwardly at that.
“Oh, well, not exactly.” Twilight said, “But I am going to send what I learned today to Princess Celestia. All I need to do is find Spike.”
I heard a faint snoring noise and said, “You mean find him over there?” We all looked to see Spike snoring peacefully next to the sweets counter.
We all broke into peals of laughter and Twilight whispered, so as to not wake him up, “He usually isn’t up this late. No wonder.” Spike mumbled something in his sleep, and I caught the word “Rarity.” Looking at the clock, I saw what Twilight meant. It was 1:10 a.m. How Pinkie makes a party last this long, I do not know.
Pinkie came hopping up and said, “Hi! I don’t think I introduced myself earlier. I’m Pinkie Pie, and I looooove parties!”
I grinned again, “Well that’s good, because I love them too. I haven’t had a party like this in a long time.”
Pinkie smiled even wider, a sparkle in her eyes, “Really? Then we’ll have a party every other day! It’ll be so fun!” She bounced away. I wondered if she really meant it. She was Pinkie Pie.
Applejack walked over and asked, “So, you stayin’ at my place again?”
I looked at her, doing my best to look like it was a hard decision. Then I winked, “Of course, Applejack. I’ll leave whenever you need me to, though.” Or when I build my house.  I added silently.
“You can stay as long as you need, Mobius.” Applejack said.
“And you’re welcome to stay at the library, too, if you need to.” Twilight said.
“Or my Boutique.” Rarity added.
“I wouldn’t mind if you dropped by for a visit sometime either.” Fluttershy piped in… shyly.
“I would love for you to drop by Sugarcube Corner sometime!” Pinkie’s voice called from upstairs.
“Eh, I guess I wouldn’t mind if you crashed at my place for a while.” Rainbow Dash said coolly.
I looked around at them, “What’s with all the sudden invitations?” I asked, truly puzzled.
Pinkie Pie bounced into view again, “Because you’re our friend, silly!”
I sat up and looked around at them, “Your… I’m your friend?”
Twilight got a funny look on her face, “Of course, Mobius. What else did you expect? If you’ve met all of us, you’re our friend.”
I didn’t know cats could cry. I sat on my haunches, tears pouring out of my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this happy, or so not alone.
The others got concerned looks on their faces. Pinkie Pie looked sad and said, “You don’t like it?”
I smiled, the first real one I had put on in a long time, “No, Pinkie. I love it. I’m just happy.” I reached out and drew her into a hug, another thing I would never have guessed cats could do. (But then again, I’m not a normal cat.) I heard shuffling and I felt forelegs wrap around me in a tight circle. I knew the others were there, and I heard Fluttershy say, “We’ll always be friends. That was decided the moment we met you.”
Everyone else murmured agreement and I felt fresh tears pour out of my eyes. My heart swelled with happiness as I hugged everyone tight.
The Gods(and Goddesses) really did know what they were doing when they sent me here. I thought. Thank you, Master Blue Moon, Mistress Artemis, and everyone else. Thank you from the depths of my soul.
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So, how was it? Awesome, right?
Anyway, My Story’s description should say that I’ll try to post weekly. If I don’t I’ve either died, been mauled, or I have no internet connection. I might also have writer’s block. If that is the case, I’ll make a blog post about it and maybe you guys can give ideas. But that probably won’t happen.
Anyway, see you in the next chapter!
Oh, on a side note, I'll spoil y'all. Lunar Knights and Boktai are included in this.
Mobius, Seer of the Moon