There was the sound of footsteps as someone was walking down a dirt path. Meanwhile, at some apple farm, a country apple farmer wearing a stetson was carrying a basket of apples and was placing it into a cart that was attached to a harness that a horse was wearing.
“Pardon me, ma’am, but can ah have a bit of ya time?” asked a male voice with a country accent.
The apple farmer turned around and saw that the voice belonged to some guy on the other side of the fence.
“Ah don’t mean ta bother ya, but can ya tell me where the nearest town is? Ah’m kind of lost,” asked the confused visitor.
She nodded. Then, the apple farmer pointed, causing him to follow her finger and saw a city in the distance, including the long, forest path that led to it.
“If ya keep goin’ that way, y’all’ll make it to the town of Ponyville,” she informed.
He turned back towards the apple farmer with a smile. “Thank ya kindly,” said the confused visitor.
The apple farmer looked curious. “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where are ya from?” she asked.
He pointed a thumb behind himself. “Well, ah was born an’ lived in the forest for years before ah decided ta leave. Mah ma’s a hermit, but before that, she was a teacher, an’ mah dad’s a cowboy from Appleloosa,” explained the confused visitor.
The apple farmer was surprised and impressed. “Shucks, that there sounds like a great pair of parents ya have. It’s even more impressive that ya managed ta survive in that forest fer so long,” she said.
He smiled. “Yer right about both actually,” said the friendly guy. He then held out a hand for a handshake. “Mah name’s Baked Apple, but ya can call me ‘B.A.’. What’s yer name?”
The apple farmer raised an eyebrow once she heard his name. “Ah’m Applejack,” said the apple farmer, shaking Baked Apple’s hand. “By any chance, is yer father related ta the Apple Family?”
The friendly guy shook his head. “Nah. Pa told me all ‘bout mah family from his side, an' even said that no one truly owns the name ‘Apple’. Even if there is a family with that name,” explained Baked Apple. He chuckled. “That's what Pa's family always believed.”
Applejack hummed. She had to admit, the friendly guy was right. “Hmm. Well, ah guess yer Pa is technically right,” said the apple farmer.
Baked Apple nodded, agreeing. “Anyway, ah have ta get goin' ta the city. It was nice meetin’ ya, Applejack,” he said. The friendly guy smiled, and then started walking away. “Until next time.”
“Take care now,” she said.
As Baked Apple continued his way down the dirt path, Applejack watched the friendly guy heading in the direction of the city. Then, a tall, muscular guy walked over to the cart, carrying baskets of apples in his arms.
He looked at her. “Is somethin’ the matter, sis?” asked the strong man.
He was actually Applejack’s big brother. The apple farmer’s big brother started placing the baskets he had into the cart.
“Everthin’ is fine, Big McIntosh. Ah just met someone by the name of ‘Baked Apple’,” she informed. Applejack didn’t need to turn around to know what face Big McIntosh was making. “No, he’s not related ta us, I already asked him. Anyway, he’s currently headin’ on his way ta Ponyville, an’ he also seemed kind of new ta everythin’. Seein’ as he grew up in the forest, but knows ‘bout some things. Nah. He ain’t related ta us, but ya just missed ‘em. Could’a heard it from him yerself.” She pointed towards the town. “He’s on his way to Ponyville, though ah reckon him bein’ so new ta everythin’ might get ‘im in a bit a trouble if ya catch me. Bein’ a hermit in the forest wit yer parents’ll do that ta guy.” She shrugged. “Knew about some things, though. Weird feller.”
He looked at his sister with a knowing look. “But that’s not what’s botherin’ ya, is it?” asked the big brother.
She shook her head before looking at Big McIntosh. “Yer right, it’s not. Ta be honest, ah’m kind of worried ‘bout the guy,” answered Applejack. “He looks like he could be gullible enough ta fall fer someone’s tricks, an’ even if he wasn’t gullible, then it’s possible that he could end up in a whole heap of trouble.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Ya barely know ‘im yet yer wantin’ ta help ‘em out?” asked the big brother.
She went over and grabbed one of the other baskets, climbed the ladder, and continued picking the apples.
“Yeah. This sounds crazy, but when ah first met ‘em, fer some strange reason ah felt like he was family despite not knowin’ ‘em,” the little sister informed. “Crazy, huh?”
“Eeeyup, but if yer worried ‘bout a stranger who feels like family despite not bein’ one, then ah guess that it isn’t crazy either,” said Big McIntosh. He climbed onto the right-side seat of the cart. “After yer done picking all the apples from that there tree an’ we go unload all of these ones inta the barn, ah guess we could take a small break. Maybe we could head fer town so ya can visit yer friends? We might even run inta the guy yer worried ‘bout?” The strong man said it in a tone like he was secretly suggesting it.
Applejack realized what her big brother was saying. Then, the apple farmer started picking the apples at a much faster pace. After making a few trips to and from the apple tree with full baskets, she was finally finished.
Applejack sat down next to Big McIntosh. “If we hurry, we can still catch up ta him,” said the little sister.
“Eeyup,” he said.
The big brother whipped the reins, causing the horse to start moving forward.
Meanwhile with Baked Apple
He let out a relieved sigh.
“Hoo-wee, now that was mighty uncomfortable. Ah can’t believe ah actually met a human Applejack,” said the friendly guy. “Not only that, but ah can’t believe that I woke up as mah OC, Baked Apple. Ah can’t wait ta tell everyone back home ‘bout this once ah get back. Well, eventually.”
Baked Apple was actually someone from another dimension who was a fan of a cartoon pony show called ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’. One minute, he was helping his parents with feeding the chickens on his family’s farm, the next, the friendly guy falls through a portal and winds up in a forest as Baked Apple. The only reason the friendly guy was able to find his way out was that he climbed a tree and saw the city in the distance. By some weird coincidence, Baked Apple somehow ended up passing by Sweet Apple Acres and met Applejack while she was harvesting apples from the trees.
“Too bad ah had ta lie ta Applejack ‘bout her an’ me not bein’ related. Even though it’s both true an’ a lie,” he thought.
The guy's OC was also a kinsona too. Baked Apple was in fact created to be Applejack's cousin.
“Now all ah need ta do is find the statue located at the High School, travel ta Equestria through the portal, ask Twilight fer help, an’ ah’ll be on mah way home soon,” he thought. “Though, ah hope ah wasn’t sent before that Sunset Shimmer returned ta Equestria, or after Twilight went back home after the first movie. Ah’d have ta check every day if the portal’s open. Might attract a certain group’s unwanted attention ta me, an’ if push comes ta shove, then ah’ll ask them fer help.”
Baked Apple walked down the path with a goal in mind.