//------------------------------// // Well, I Certainly Didn't Expect This. // Story: Awakening // by blazikenking //------------------------------// There I was, peacefully sleeping on Thorsday morning, a day for college. Aside from sleeping and thinking over the recent ponification events, I was also waiting for one particular tone to wake me up at 6:45 AM. Waiting. ... Still waiting. ... *ALARM TONE!* Ah, there it is. Wait, is it really 6:45 or is it a text? They’re the same tone for a reason dating back a bit. Eh, might as well check anyways. I reached out to grab the phone, but instead of feeling the phone or the plastic cabinet thing it was on, I just felt the soft bedspace next to me. I must have moved towards the wall. Nothing new there. Using a combination of rolling and sliding, I made my way towards the source of the sound. Just when I thought I was within reach, the phone went to snooze. Eh, 5 more minutes won’t hurt anything. It hasn’t before. *5 minutes later* *ALARM TONE!* This time, I made it to the phone while it was ringing and tried to grab the thing with my left hand, but I just couldn’t. In a bit of confusion, I checked to make sure it wasn’t the 3DS. Cracking an eye open, I saw the blue and yellow lights of the DS on top of the laptop with its slowly pulsing orange power light (I keep the battery out when it’s fully charged. Lets it live longer) on top of the cooling pad on the comfy chair, so I knew that I was going in the right direction. But why couldn’t I pick it up? The tone went out again while I was thinking, but I was awake enough that going back to sleep wasn’t an option. Continuing to wake up under what little power I had, I turned onto my back and looked up at my hand. Against the dimly lit ceiling (I sleep next to a window), I held up the limb that failed me and did a bit of observation. I don’t see any fingers. Probably in a fist for some reason. Maybe my right hand is more willing to cooperate. I reached for the phone again, but the right hand had apparently agreed with the left hand to not work for me. I held it up for observation as well, and noticed something amiss. Where did my ring go? I rarely take it off, so where did it go? May as well start searching. Moving the comfy chair aside (yay for wheels), I moved to get out of bed, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, I noticed 2 things. 1: There was a weird sound as soon as my feet hit the floor 2: I made a slight grunt sound of pain when the rest of me hit the floor “Okay gravity, you can...” …That wasn’t the voice I was used to hearing me make when talking. I was used to a more male voice, and while this voice was not high pitched, it was certainly female. Hardly out of bed and already I had an interesting day: my ring vanished, gravity was having fun with me, and my voice has been messed up. If I wasn’t so worried about my ring and not just out of bed, I’d have called that enough excitement for the day and just gone to sleep, but my stomach wanted some excitement as well, which it voiced quite loudly. Even my stomach wants to see some action. Deciding to let gravity have its fun, I just scooted/crawled along the floor until I got to my door. It was a short trip. Hardly worth the price of the tickets for the ride there. Opening it was easy. The doorframe was warped in such a way as to not let the door close all the way, but still let it stay closed via mere friction. I just had to apply pressure to the exposed side, and pull. A light challenge that I easily overcame. Shortly after I opened the door, more light came in from the hall, and revealed to me why I was having so much difficulty: I had hooves. Dark grey hooves and a fur coat of nearly the same color. And there seemed to be something red and dark grey floating at the top of my vision. A few moments of concentration and thought brought up only one possibility: I had become my OC, Technia. The resulting freak out can be best described as a manic grin of extreme happiness, followed by a thoughtful face, then a panicky one, and then fainting while trying to process everything about my change all in a span of 25-30 seconds. A new record. I like setting new records. *** Some time later *** Was that all just a dream? Because, while stuff like that has been happening to people, I’m fairly certain that it wouldn’t happen to me. But it felt a bit too real to be a dream. And to further promote the dream idea, I’m in my bed, wrapped up in my blanket with a nice degree of toastiness. I attempt to get out of my cocoon, but for some reason, it’s harder than normal, almost like there’s more blanket. Or less of me. And it feels like I didn’t wrap myself up either. During the struggle out, I came to the realization that that dream was no dream. Last I checked, my bed wasn’t this big and I had hands. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. That failing, I took a few more breaths, which seemed to work. Once calm, I started attempting to rationalize everything out loud. “Okay. I have a new voice. I can’t feel my hands or feet. I can feel hard things where they would be though. There’s some red and dark grey hair in my sight. Chances are that it has happened to me. And I think I’m my OC. At least I can say that today’s been exciting.” It was at that point my stomach voiced its displeasure at being empty and its lack of caring for my mental stability. It also gave me a mission: eat. It took a few minutes, but I managed to get out of the cocoon. Getting down from the bed, if I remember correctly, could/did hurt. Without thinking much, I pulled the blanket and pillows onto the floor beside my bed and gently got down that way. I wouldn’t get a 10 from the judges on that landing any time soon, but at least I was down and not hurt. Next came walking. After trying to get a pattern drilled into my head for at least 20 minutes (and 15 falls), I managed to get a slow walk down with minimal issues. Too bad I didn’t have very much space to practice with. Ah, the curse of a messy room with minimal organization. Still, after I had the walking pattern down, I went out into the hall to make my way to the kitchen to find some food. After all, getting some food in your stomach can help you think better, right? --------- A/N: I am willing to read any tips that anyone provides. After all, I am kind of new to writing a fanfic. Wrote myself into a corner on my previous attempt.