CYOA: Next in Line

by David Silver


20

You turn back to ask Derpy more questions, but she has already disappeared behind the towering stacks of paperwork on her desk, eagerly helping the next visitor in line. Her bubbly voice fades into the din of the crowded chamber.

You stand aimlessly amidst the streams of diverse creatures shuffling to and fro. The vaulted golden ceilings tower far above you, sunbeams filtering down through intricate stained glass windows. You feel small and lost in this glittering world.

"Excuse me." You turn to see a taller pony behind you, her coat a regal purple, her mane dark with streaks of pink. She has both wings and a spiraled horn, with a gleaming crown resting upon her head. Her violet eyes are kind and earnest. "You look a little lost. I'm Twilight Sparkle." She extends a hoof in greeting. "Can I help you find your way?"

You shake her smooth hoof, dwarfed by her graceful frame. She seems caring and sage beyond her years. As other travelers race past in a blur, you sense Twilight may be the guide you need in this strange new realm.

Taking a deep breath, you explain your situation. Twilight nods along thoughtfully, humming as she listens. You feel calmed being heard and understood.

"Well, I'd be happy to help orient you to Equestria and show you around." Twilight smiles warmly, placing a reassuring hoof on your shoulder. At her invitation, the bustling hall seems a little less chaotic.

"Now, we're not in Equestria proper, I should warn. This is... something of the entrance lobby." She points to the door most are waiting to enter. "All who pass through there join us entirely, as ponies. We welcome them as new brothers and sisters, to live a life of love and cheer." She skips a bit in place. "But protecting that means filtering those who come to their proper place. Now..."

She turns towards you. "What questions did you have? I am happy to sit with you as long as we need."

You:
1: Proceed through the door.
2: But I want to be a human, please? I'll be good!
3: This doesn't sound like my kind of world, can I move on?