//------------------------------// // Chp.3) On the Other Side // Story: Sentinel of Equestria // by Traintrax //------------------------------// Chapter3: On the Other Side A/N Author here with some important news. At this point in time I give you chapter 3. Took me a while, yes. And I apologize. I've been rather busy with some shit. Chapter 4 may not be up for a while, so be prepared for a possibly long wait. Also, hi. That is all. The quiet. the pure unfiltered, unattended, un-something or other quiet. It was a living hell. And I was here again. The blackness. The dark expanse of never ending torment. I'd say I was intrigued by it. I'd say it made me want to question life itself. I'd say a lot of things, but it'd all be lies. The only thing I felt was fear. Time to make some humor for myself while I pass the time and wait for something to happen. What can I do? Except for think, there really isn't much here. While I'm at the thinking game I might as well name this God forsaken place. I think I'll call it halfway. Like a rest stop for departed souls. Perhaps I'm a departed soul, perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps a lot of things. All of which are mere speculation, considering I have no proof for that theory, no clue where the hell this halfway point is, or where the fuck I am. And on top of that, I have no idea as to what the hell is happening to me. But I do know one thing. If I ever find who or what is doing this to me, I'll punch em. Right in their fuckin jaw. Yeah...right in the jaw. And then I'll spam them with a kidney punch. I wander around aimlessly for what could have been a couple minutes, or hours(hard to tell when everything is pitch black). Suddenly, that wonderful, God blessed feeling returns. It's the tugging sensation. The one I felt before. Only, it feels stronger. Much stronger in fact. I can feel the process begin again. It starts with my God damn feelings. The emotions fly through me once more. However this time when I feel that tug it, it feels much more focused and precise. It's tugging on my groins. Awkward. I'm being pulled faster. The bright white light, it appeared sooner.. Almost as if it was in a hurry. Then I began to hear those voices again. However; this time I got a full conversation, not just fragments of some random speech. I will say this: what I heard pissed me off. It really did. To truly understand you'd have to be in my predicament, which you aren't. Allow for me to inform you of what was spoken. It went something like: "Alright Twilight, just a little longer my student. The reverse teleportation spell looks like its working. Keep it up. We're almost there." and then I heard a secondary voice, feminine I believe, respond: "Thanks Celestia. With your help this is much easier than it was before. I'm so excited. We're actually creating a portal to another universe. Even better is that we get to see a real live alternate universe pony.I wonder what knowledge she might possess. I can't even begin to fathom the untold possibilities." No...no. NO. NO! HELL NO! NOT POSSIBLE!!! As soon as I heard the names I began struggling, no, I began battling against the pull. I knew what this was. It was a nightmare of the utmost evil. This was like some hell created in the back of your mind that you know awaits you. It was... My Little Pony. My arch nemesis. Now to be fair, I did in fact watch the show. All the episodes of the first 2 seasons. I was, at one point in time, a brony. A legitimate closet brony. Then I got a life. No, that is not a jab at bronies everywhere, that is literally what happened. I had to move on with my life. I needed to get out into the world and meet people. In the process I fell out of touch with MLP, but I never truly forgot it. After a while I came back to bronyism and wrote a couple cheesy HIE fics. None of the fics were any good, but once I'd gotten them out of my system I abandoned the show for good. And, then I despised it for no reason. That's right, no reason. This situation made me feel like I was getting punishment for just abandoning the show. Probably was, not important. All that mattered was that I was being dragged to my doom. No. There's not a chance in hell I was going to let myself get tugged into a kids show. Not without a fight. My struggles became more vicious, and I felt like I was close to breaking free. But, it was all in vain as I knew it was too strong to resist. Unfortunately, during the conflict I felt like I lost something, something important. I wonder what it was. And, where the hell am I? What's going on? My mind starts panicking. I have no clue as to anything that seems to be transpiring around me. All I see is this white light, and other colors. There was a bright purple blob. And then a kinda whit-ish blob. Hard to tell with all the white glowing light around me. Without warning purple blob thing began to speak in a strikingly female voice, "Oh Celestia! I see our new friend to be. Err, wait. What is that thing?" and the other one, presumably Celestia if I heard correctly, spoke in a rather frantic tone. " Twilight! End the spell! NOW!" Too little too late I'm afraid as I finally breached whatever was separating us. WwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwW I landed flat on my stomach. Pain, arcing through my spine, through my face, through my everything. All there was, was the pain. Like being ripped apart molecule by molecule, and then being re-assembled in less than a fraction of a second. It was agony, and I was about ready to call it quits right then and there. But, I'm too machismo for that. Gotta be the badass that I am and wait for it to end. Also, not as important, I could hear voices, but couldn't distinguish what they were saying. Probably relevant to my situation, but whatever. I could care less. Slowly, I inhaled a nice, long, deep breath. Breathing feels amazing. Most people take for granted how wonderful breathing can feel. But, I don't. I enjoy sucking in each and every lungful that I can get. I breath in again and notice something off. It feels like there's dust in the air. Yet, its not dust. Feels like dust, even tastes like dust, yet not dust. Strange. I'm not sure, however; I didn't have time to ponder this as I was rammed in the side by something. Seriously? What's wrong with these people? I just survive a near death experience, and they ram me?! Messed up motherfuckers. And now I hear a voice demanding at me things I just can't comprehend. When will the injustices cease?!!! *sighs* Welp, time for me to be a total badass. As I opened my eyes I was greeted by a small light blue face, maybe cyan. And, a pair of freakishly large glaring magneta eyes. It looked absolutely fucked up. The sheer size of them eyes(rhyme...yay). I see that the object has a mouth. The mouth is moving like it's talking, but there's no sound coming out. Wait...ahh. There's my hearing. Must've missed the memo that I needed it like a couple seconds ago. "Answer me! Who are you? What are you? How'd you get here? Are you a spy? Are you an alien?" the cyan blob demanded. I didn't understand a word of it. Well, yes I understood what this thing was saying, but I didn't understand what it meant. So...I did what I normally do when I don't understand something. "I don't understand." State the obvious... The creature sighed in aggravation. "I said, Who are you? What are you? How'd you get h-" CRACK! ...and headbutt the problem. Whatever was speaking to me flew backwards from the sheer force of the attack. Her flight ended, however; when she collided with a bookshelf. As the weight was lifted from me I got to my feet in an unsteady fashion. Now that I could move again I decided it was about time I met my 'oh-so-rude' kidnappers. Kidnappers is a strong word, but at the moment it feels about right. I was in the center of a library, no a tree house. Actually, it looked like both. And I was surrounded by...ponies? Yes... it appeared that I was indeed surrounded by ponies. Bright, colorful, sadistic, horned, winged, ponies. My gaze continued to sweep over my surroundings until they came to rest on the bright cyan creature from before. It was slumped against a bookshelf, and covered with books. It was unconscious, and a red trickle of liquid was running down its forehead. My skills must have become greater since last I remembered. Headbutts don't usually knock people out cold. Then again these were ponies, not people. I returned to looking at the others in the room. Lets take a roll call shall we. Lavender Unicorn Check. Pink Bouncy Hyperactive Pony Check White Unicorn with a Mane That Appears to be Made out of Hair Styling Products Check. Bright Unconscious Cyan Pegasus With Rainbow Hair Checkaroo Orange Pony Wearing a Stetson Check Timid and Slightly Cute Butter Pegasus Check Now that roll call's done we can...wait, they look familiar. Almost as if I'd seen them before. Well, until my memories decide to return to me I'll just say they look familiar. As I took each one of them in, my gaze lingered on a very aggressive looking unicorn. No, wait make that a winged unicorn. Or, is it a horned pegasus? It stood nearly as tall as I did. It's coat shone with a white radiant brilliance, and its' mane flowed as if it were being pushed by a breeze. Suddenly, a name popped into my skull. Without thinking I uttered it. "Celestia?" As soon as the name escaped my mouth her eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name monster?", she growled at me. It was definitely female. Monster. ... ... ... She called me a monster. Where the hell do these things get off? First they abduct me, and then they assault me. And now they have the nerve to call me a monster. Like hell. This would not stand. "Call me that again, one more time. Please, just call me monster one more time." I retorted in a dangerous and yet jaunty voice deciding to ignore her question. It was a challenge. Slowly she raised an eyebrow at me and in a slightly curious voice asked, "What? Monster. That's what you are. A monst-ACCHHH!", she never finished her sentence. In less than a fraction of a second I was standing before her and had her neck clenched in my hand. I lifted her off the ground, squeezing just enough that she wouldn't be able to speak.Gasps of surprise sounded around me, but I completely ignored them. The white, umm oh alicorn that's what they're called, was much lighter than I thought she was, or I was stronger than I'd imagined myself to be. "Listen, and listen closely. I will say this once, don't ever call me a monster. You have no idea what I am." I whispered menacingly. Perhaps I overreacted. Perhaps the situation could have gone a lot better than it did. Perhaps I'm too badass for my own good. But, nevertheless I followed up my warning with an immense display of stupidity. I leaped out a window. Let's allow that to sink in shall we. ... ... ... I leaped...out a window. I'm so fucking brilliant. Strangely, enough I didn't even know that the window in question even existed. Yet, I still managed to jump out of it nonetheless. It was as I began to fall that I realized that the room I was in was 6 stories up. Aww shit, I thought right before I hit the ground. A/N And there is Chapter 3. Love it or hate it. Leave me a comment and let me know what needs improving. Also, I still need an editor in chief and a proofreader. If you'd like to apply then don't hesitate. Seriously though, leave me a comment. I value your input.