I don’t believe I actually introduced Conner properly. He’s my younger brother, and the only other boy in, wait, scratch that, the ONLY boy in the house that watches My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. He’s also a little bit of a klutz, and probably my best friend in the world.
“Wait, you talk?” He asked, as if taken back by my own questions.
“Well, yeah, why wouldn’t I?” I asked rhetorically.
“Who are you?”
“It’s me.” I say at first, only to cringe at forgetting that I don’t have my own voice. “Er, Asher. Sorry, I’m still trying to get used to not being me.”
“Yeah, right...” He says skeptically. “How long did we share a room then?”
“Are you kidding? We just stopped sharing a room not that long ago.” I point out, a little irritated that he’d ask the question.
“Answer the question!” Conner demands. I’m kinda happy that it’s still early, or things could have been going downhill much faster.
“I don’t know, since we were like three! I’ve never been good with time!” I shout. This is about when it finally sinks in that I’m trying identify myself to my brother with time, and I’ve never been good at keeping it.
The answer seemed to hit somewhere though, since he doesn’t seem so apprehensive.
“Alright... What happened at summer camp?” He asks, his face saying something dark.
This is understandable though... That’s because... “I almost drown.” I say flatly. I kinda start to laugh quietly though. Stupid lifeguards, not paying attention.
I think he hears me laughing though, because he starts laughing himself. We start to loosen up a bit more and soon we’re both laughing like I remember us doing after that just happened.
I know, I’m mental. I have fun with that though.
After a few moments of controlled laughter, Conner finally speaks up. “How the heck did you manage to become Twilight Sparkle?”
“I honestly have no idea, but it’s pretty freakin’ sweet, isn’t it?” I ask, still giggling. I had to note the fact that I’m Twilight Sparkle. Still have no idea how I forgot something like that.
“Can you use magic?” He asks, almost sarcastic sounding.
“I dunno. Lets find out!” I say just before attempting to take a stance I’d seen Twilight herself take in the show. I managed to go too wide with the stance, and my hooves slipped out from under me. Conner smiled, and tried to suppress a laugh.
“Shut up!” I say, trying to stand up on my own two feet, which were missing. Conner lost it after I fell again, hitting a few keys on the piano.
I believe I’ve just lost all rights to call him Grace for the rest of my life.
“Oh my gosh! Did you forget you can’t stand on two feet?” He asked from the kitchen. He assumably walked into there while laughing. We seem to walk around and leave rooms sometimes when we’re laughing. It’s an odd habit, really.
“Shush, get out of my kitchen!” I said. No, I’m not the owner of the house, I’m only seventeen. That’s just some line I say as a metaphor. Kinda stems from my hopes of working in a kitchen someday... Not really the topic here, sorry.
This time, I try to stand on four legs, actually remembering I’m a pony this time. “Now then, without the pose.” I said, trying to think of what spell I want to use. Teleportation? Levitation? Conner already has a mustache, so using that one would be pointless. What other spells were there?
Oh, that’s a good one! Transfiguration! I take a look around the room to try and find something I could freely transfigure. After a few minutes of searching, I find an empty soda can. I cringe internally. The only thing that keeps me from blowing up about it is the fact that I’ve been raised to not be obsessive compulsive...
It didn’t completely work, clearly.
Deciding to try and surprise him, I go to pick it up. I managed to dent it a little with my hooves, but this was good, since it let me get a better grip on it with my mouth. Still don’t like the taste of any metal being in my mouth.
I set it down on the coffee table and backed up a bit, then lowered my head until I thought my horn was pointing at the can. I started thinking really hard, focusing on it becoming a cup instead.
Nothing happened.
“Huh.” I said after I’d lifted my head enough to look at the can. I lowered my head again, and started focusing on a cup-like shape, and sliding it onto the can as if warping reality. I looked up to see...
That nothing had happened.
“Er, Hocus pocus?” I said, uncertain as to if it would actually do something, as I again thought of turning the can into a cup.
Nothing happened yet again.
I groaned as I heard my brother stifle another laugh. “Fine!” I said, walking up to the can and yelling “Oogity-boogity!” as I strike it with my hoof, sending it flying through the air onto the rocking chair. Well, now that I think about it, it’s actually called a recliner.
Whatever, it’s a chair, and the can is now in it.
I turn around to see my brother holding his sides as his chest bounces rhythmically, the way he does when he’s laughing so hard he actually goes quite. Never understood how people go quiet from laughing hard.
“Shut up and put the can in the can bag!” I finally tell him, after he spends about two minutes laughing at my expense.
How on earth can I not use magic? I’m Twilight Sparkle dangit, Twilight. Sparkle! I’m probably the most magical unicorn in equestria! Wait, maybe that’s it. I’m not in equestria. Great.
“So, what’s it like to be a unicorn?” Conner suddenly asks. I notice he’s now sitting on the loveseat style couch, and the can is no longer on the recliner. Must have spaced out.
“Horrible, considering I can’t even use magic.” I deadpan. Again, he stifles a laugh. “Shut up!”
“I’d rather not.”
“Pfft! You’re dumb!”
“No your face.”
“I’m Twilight Sparkle, your argument is invalid.”
After this short exchange both of us are laughing pretty hard. I hadn’t even noticed that my sister had come out of her room, and by the time I’d noticed her, she was already in the kitchen making herself some breakfast.
I think she put it together that I’m Asher by the way me and Conner were laughing with each other.
This is actually going a lot smoother than I thought it would at first.