{*First-Person View, Main Character*}
The loud *clop clop clop* sound echoed throughout the street. This was the third time Twilight was trying to get some kind of answer beyond the Sugarcube Corners door. I heard her groan with frustration and resent, the reaction of a bluntly aggravating cause. For the time being, I crossed my arms and let Twilight do the work and worrying. She was the one that had a slight idea where to head next, so I let her take the wheel and drive us ahead to some vague objective. Tapping my submerged feet against the pavement, my patience for the evening was wavering, and so was Twilight's.
I guess third time's the charm, because not too soon after Twilight's knocking I heard talking behind the pink door. I couldn't make out any words, but it seemed like there was some kind of important, desperate conversation going on. I raised my eyebrow as the voices got louder and louder, proving that whoever was inside was approaching our position. The door was unlocked with a click and opened, the sound of a bell ringing beneath the top of the door frame.
"Twilight? What are you doing out here?"
The pony that answered our call was a light cerulean colour. She (I think) had a yellow apron wrapped around her front with light purple earrings. Her hair was probably the most ridicules thing I have ever seen (even more so than my hair), but was also pretty impressive. The tip of the hair was whipped upwards in a swirling fashion, causing a whipped-cream like effect. She was a bit paunchy, but otherwise was the only other pony I've seen beside Twilight's friends.
And oh, what an impression she gave me.
"Get inside, you'll freeze out there-AAAAAAAAHHH!" she screamed. Holy god, my ears! "Twilight! There's a monster behind you!"
"Hello Ms. Cake. This is Griffin. He's from a different planet. Now, can we please see Pinkie?" the unicorn rebutted, irritation lingering in her tone.
"Does that mean he's an ALIEN?" Ms. Cake squealed, backing up slightly from my figure.
"Yes, it does. Now can we PLEASE see Pinkie Pie?" Twilight quickly responded.
She slammed the door on Twilight's face. I facepalmed. Adorning a neutral face, Twilight knocked for a fourth time. Ms. Cake edged the door open, shaking as she glanced outside. With a "meep!", the coward attempted to shut the door again before Twilight stuck her hoof out and stopped the entrance. The baker panicked and looked at Twilight. I could see her silently pleading for Twilight to let her shut the door!
"Please let us in, Ms. cake?"
The blue pony's pupils widened, seeing Twilight's face. I realized that Twilight was making a fairly convincing puppy pout. Thankfully, from my angle I couldn’t see all of it, thus protecting my cuteness shields. It took the baker a few seconds to make a decision. Finally, she sighed, gave me one more look and opened the door wider.
"Fine, you can come in. However, I trust, Twilight, that you'll keep your alien in control, right?" she requested, her posh stature hiding her insecurity and panic from seconds ago.
I deadpanned. "For your big fat information, I’m not a pet”
"Eep! I-It can talk?” she screeched while backing up and flinching. I facepalmed again before Twilight could do anything to calm her down.
"Yes, he can. He’s very smart. Please show him some respect." the magician stated, cutting into Ms. Cake’s subconscious. Thank you Twilight! Score one for the unicorns!
We entered the tasty-looking building, allowing myself to absorb the inside decor. My jar slightly loosened as I spotted the several displays of cookies, cupcakes, brownies, cakes and other Delicious delights. Each good was pasted in some kind of bright shade of red, pink or blue, enhancing the urge to gorge myself. The main counter stood several feet away from me, with a cleanly polished window housing more divine treats. Around the room were etched carvings of lollipops and candies, a fantastic complimenting the overall theme of sugar. If there was one thing to note, however, it was the fact that darkness covered every corner of the room. No lights were on and the storm outside didn't add anything to the lighting, so the designs kinda gave off a grimmer sense of being then they were probably designed for.
I stopped myself from grabbing a cup-sized cake after noticing Ms. Cake still cringing in my direction. Her eyes were absolutely focused on my form, still grasping the fact that I was walking on two legs. I made a bad poker face before increasing my pace to catch up to Twilight. She took a look around, gave a sigh and approached a set of stairs to her left. I was about to follow suit before a voice stopped me.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! WHAT IS THAT THING??"
Really? That's what they call me when they see me? A 'thing'? Out of all the words he could have used, the one he chooses is ‘thing’? Wow, these insults are wearing my patience very, very thin. With a disgruntled face, I turned around to see what the hubbub was all about. Behind the counter was another pony sprawled across the floorboards. He was heaving at my sight. He scrambled back a bit before knocking his head on the back wall. I noticed several boxes that were scattered along the ground from where he fell initially. He pointed at me (with his hoof, I might add), gawking at my presence.
"You st-st-stay away from me, ya hear? G-G-Go back to where ever you came from and don't come back!"
"Mr. Cake, calm down!" Twilight exclaimed before I could retaliate. "He's not going to hurt you!"
"Twilight? What are you doing here? And why were you hiding behind that 'thing'?"
"His name is Griffin. He's with me, but right now I need to see Pinkie as soon as possible." she answered, pointing up the stairs.
"Don't worry sweetums, he seems ok for now." Ms. cake said as she helped what I assume is her husband off the floor. Both had scared eyes and a facial expression that told millions. They embraced each other while backing up towards a door behind them.
I then realized the weight of the situation. They were looking at me. AT. ME. Not some kind of monster or nightmare, but me. Just little ol' me, a human being stuck in a world that it doesn’t belong in. Of course, I didn’t see myself as an alien, but they did, so that begs the question: what did they really see in me? Did they see a cruel, heartless slaver that came to take them away for my own kinds' purposes, or did they see me as the last thing they would ever see in their entire life before dying at the hands of my cosmic powers? What exactly was it they saw in me?
This realization filled my conscious with a newfound resolve. If I could just wait ten, maybe twenty more minutes, then I could probably straighten some things out and teach them that I'm not the alien they think I am to be.
Twilight looked at the two, groaned and turned to proceed up the stairs. Her mane was getting a bit messy, sticking up in some places where it shouldn't. I guess that's inevitable after being in a storm like that, but if that's what her hair looks like, then I can only imagine what mine looks.
"Twilight, wait!" I heard Ms. Cake call out. The purple unicorn looked back, her venomous gaze cutting the tension like a laser. "C-C-Could we talk for a minute?"
"Fine." she plainly stated before walking around the front counter to get to the duo. I followed her until I was stopped by yet another request.
"Alone?" the baker bluntly added.
Twilight looked back at me, searching for some kind of confirmation. I gave her a nod of approval, then backed away from the small horses. She followed Mr. and Ms. Cake into a back room behind the counter, but not before Mr. Cake peeked out of the doorway and gave me a dirty look.
"Yo-you ju-just stay there and don't try any funny business, ok?"
He didn't even give me time to answer before he slammed the door shut. I sighed, turned around and sat on a bench too small for my behind.
"Yep, left out of the conversation again..." I muttered to myself.
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-Sidenote: Second edit