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// making friends 
// Story: Through the wormhole 
// by timothy2400 
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I boarded the train and we got going again, it turned out I was the new ‘coal shoveler’, fancy title to get right away, right?
“Well … first off what’s your name?” I ask the grey stallion.
“my name is Dusty, what is yours?” he answers
“I’m Timothy, you didn’t answer my first question, are we going to ponyville?”
“we will go through ponyville, but that’s on the way back since we’re just coming from there” he answered confused while he looked at me as if I was stupid “do you even know where to go to?”
I looked at him saddened by the comment, it made me realize that I am the only real ‘person’ here.
With a little tear in my eye I slowly shook my head in a circle motion, indicating that I somewhat knew.
Amazingly enough he understood it as just that, he slowly went towards me kindly helped me off of my behind as I sat on the floor of the locomotive steering house and gave me a manly hug as in an I-feel-your-pain-bro kind of hug, I then went on to explain myself to him as there was almost nothing to do, I only needed to throw some magical-coal into the green flame-engulfed furnace in the cabin.
I explained that I was from another world and probably also another dimension, that my specie is possibly light-years away and there is no chance for me to return to my own world, that I have a family and friends back home but I would never be able to see them again.
I wanted to go home, but then I remembered how my family is, or rather was because now I have no family.
And to be honest it’s great, I can decide myself where, when and why I want to go, I missed my girlfriend though she was a bit demanding sometimes but nevertheless I loved her, and sadly I had lost her, forever.
I couldn’t be sad for long as dusty made some really random stuff to make me think of something very different than what I was.
We then stopped in Appeloosa, and as I really wanting to stretch my legs because I couldn’t do it on the train since it was just slightly too low, It was only then I noticed that ponies are not that much smaller than people, nor where they bigger, dusty were slightly lower than my shoulder when he had his head up.
Dusty gave me a puzzled look as he was trying to solve a mystery of ages when I looked at him with a smile and said “well then you know something about me, why don’t you tell me about you?”
He sighed and was about to say something when someone came to the entrance of the locomotive, he seemed familiar but not to the point of recognition, he had a classic train conductor outfit on (you know, the blue and white striped from the old movies and cartoons) and with that he also had the apple shaped hat in the same color scheme and he had a dark grey-ish coat and a blonde and dark blonde mane.
He looked shocked and was speechless when he saw me, he quickly entered the cabin of the locomotive, shut the door and pulled down the little curtain that hung above the window of the door, he immediately rushes to dusty whispering something into his ear that makes dusty push the conductor away from him and look to you worried.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, probably looking rather sad or hurt.
He then sat down next to me and asked with a very serious face: “what do you eat?
I hesitated to answer and looked at him with a smile being sure not to show my teeth so he wouldn’t understand it as a threat, then he turned to look at the conductor reassuring for some reason, when I decided to answer the question with a bit of fear in their reaction “a am actually an omnivore” they both look at me in confusion I continued my sentence “or rather, my species are omnivores, I am what we normally call a vegetarian, that means I am a herbivore and that means I eat things you eat, but my species normally eat both meat and plants, I know what your concerns are and I will not harm a living thing on this planet” they both looked much more relaxed as they understood I would not try to do anything harmful to anyone, or “anypony” as the driver had said at some point."
We were just sitting on the floor talking about the differences in our worlds when the actual conductor stood up and said “it’s time” when he went out the door, the driver standing up and shovels some coal into the furnace asking me to take over again after a couple of scoops and when I had a good rhythm and had scooped a couple of loads I almost fell over when the train pulled forward, after regaining my balance I continued scooping.