How often, allow me to ask you, does a regular child of my age, turn into an animal from their favorite television show? I wouldn’t know, actually, because I had never ever heard of such a crazy thing, except for now; I had discovered some people over the internet who had been through the same exact thing, and still are.
Well, there’s a fact there: I’m never going to be back to normal, and I’m never going to live the same life I did ever again. Which means, if you haven’t discovered the obvious already, that this...this curse...is permanent.
I sighed, tapping my hooves carefully onto my computer. This was the most weird activity I’ve ever experienced...one wrong mistake or one small push and I would break the entire laptop keyboard. But there wasn’t any turning back now...I needed information.
*clickity-clack-clack*
I was chatting with a person I had found over a server. She had supposedly turned into a mare named Derpy Hooves, who was a background character of the show, I knew. I, myself, had transformed into a supporting character, one named Diamond Tiara. Diamond Tiara was told to be mean (as well as rich, which I was) and her personality fit mine almost exactly (so it was kind of ironic) but seriously, I didn’t feel that much like her.
Sighing heavily, I looked around the empty, shadowed corridors that lead to all parts of my empty house. My parents had left me alone (believing I was responsible) that evening when I was asleep, leaving me a note, and had supposedly left for California for business emergencies, though I was pretty sure it was for the sake of a vacation. They had rented their hotel at one of the most expensive and luxury hotels by the beach. I didn’t exactly like the beach, since the dirty sand and seawater would mess up my specially tailored swimsuit (I didn’t want that to happen), so maybe that was why they didn’t bring me along.
But it would still be fun to walk along the boardwalk and play a few games or so, or eat some of the lobsters I heard were there at a few restaurants near the hotel.
The worst part about it was that there would be a babysitter, which I hated. First of all, the babysitters always treated me like I was three years old, and secondly, since the babysitter would be there in a few minutes, it wouldn’t be so good to still be in my pony form.
I quickly figured out my plan, and entered my response to my friend.
Goodbye. Leaving the house. Babysitter coming.
I had needed to make all the text as simple as possible so my hooves would manage along the keyboard. Worriedly, I glanced all around, twitching my ears to sense when the babysitter would come to put my plan into action.
There was no echo of sound, just the simple click-clack on the keyboard as I typed.
Where do you think I should go?
I sighed once again. It’d be quite a lonely trip, going someplace myself, just to hide. I thought to myself again, where would I go?
I know you’re lonely. Find somepony as your traveling partner! Oh, I know; Silver Spoon.
It was like she had read my mind. But, who had turned into Silver Spoon, though she was Diamond Tiara's best friend and was likely as a traveling partner? And where should I even go?
Go to New York. It’s where everypony goes.
It was like she read my mind. But, still...
Silver Spoon, I think, is behind a school building. 2567, Oakland Drive.
That school...that school was the one I used to go to when I went to public schooling. It wouldn't be very far away, actually, which was good, because I didn't want to attract any attention or do anything...well, stupid.
Okay, I’ll be there in no time. Goodbye for now.
Clearing my throat, I glanced at the clock. The babysitter was almost here, I knew it, hearing some car noises that was proof.
Better late than never, right?
I turned off my computer, quickly wrote a note with my mouth (stupid earth pony hooves), pasted it on the counter, and gathered my things as quickly as I possibly could in my pink drawstring bag, that would be, to me, useful later on.
Sighing once again, I looked around to check if everything was where it needed to be. Yes, computer turned off. Yes, lights turned off. Yes, a light blue car driving in my driveway.
Wait a minute...the car?
“Oh no, ohnoohnoohno...” I muttered to myself, quickly putting on my bag and hurrying towards the back exit. I heard a noise.
*creeeakkkkk*
The babysitter was here. I knew what she looked like, for she had babysit me before. She had light, golden blond hair, which was cut to her shoulders. She’d usually have a drawstring bag with her, which was blue, the color of her eyes. Her complexion is pale and usually her face is covered in makeup. Not too much, just it looks weird to me since I’m a kid. You know, the regular dark eyelash extensions, soft blue eyeshadow, blush, and light pink lip gloss -- something like a regular babysitter would have. But she wasn't a foalsitter, that was for sure.
I carefully focused on my escape, putting my curious thoughts aside for the moment. I was scared, but that didn’t matter, if the babysitter found me and put me in a zoo. A zoo! Who puts an unnatural pink pony in a zoo? Oh, no, they’d probably put me in a government facility with the other freaks of nature, yes. I wouldn’t belong there!
My mind exploded with those thoughts, which I had tried to fold up carefully in a storage box. My hoof stumbled over the circular brass doorknob, fruitlessly opening the door for a while. Finally, I opened it -- by digging my hoof in the edge and turning it that way, with a few failed tries, until opening the door with pride of success.
The bright sunlight blinded my eyes for a second, until it dimmed down. It wasn’t that bright actually, I had just spent quite an amount of time in the dark, shadowed house, and it hurt my eyes by the adjustment. Of course, I had no time to lose.
“Elizabeth? Elizabeth!” I heard the babysitter call from inside the large house, “Elizabeth, it’s me, your babysitter!”
I shuddered at some thoughts and slammed the door closed. She wouldn’t have heard me though, since she would be at the entrance by the staircase upstairs, all the way across the house. The sound couldn’t possibly be echoed throughout all the way towards her, and she wouldn’t notice because she’d be screaming for me and the sound would be very faint anyways.
But I couldn’t take any chances.
My mind raced as well as my body, and my heart, from fright. Looking around, I saw no neighbors; it was a weekend and everyone should be at home, with a cup of tea. My neighbors were one of those fancy English-type rich people; I couldn’t help but laugh at each and every one of their silly customs. But still.
My hooves clacked on the ground; it was odd, because there were no cars. Then I realized; the neighborhood would be going with my parents to that vacation, and the street was at the far end of town so no passerby would be going here unless for visiting which they would avoid because they would know, if they were smart and talked to them earlier about visiting, that they wouldn’t be home. I smiled to myself, and hesitated before walking down the sidewalk and into the road, where cars were sure to come. There weren’t any now, though. But I knew that if I was just to walk down the street, they would be sure to see me and report to the police, or get distracted and bump into other cars. Of course, no one sees a pink filly with a diamond tiara and a cutie mark on the sidewalk every day, right?
Maybe, but if that’s the way it has to be to get to Silver Spoon, that’s the way it has to be.