I...
I am.
I am...
I am a being.
Wait...
No.
I am not just being.
I...
I have been, and am, and will be.
I...Remember.
My name is...Is...I am Peter. Peter Roose.
I...I am twenty three years old.
I remember...Who I am.
My past.
What occurred up to this point.
I remember it.
Like a save file has been loaded.
I went through elementary school, and had a profound lack of friends.
I went through Junior High School, and was bullied for two years.
I went through High School, and...shit happened.
And I'm in college now; for the second time. I already have a Bachelors' in Electrical Engineering, and a Masters' in Computer Sciences. I'm back in college for Pre-Med.
I can recite a majority of theories in Theoretical Physics.
I can name almost every element on the Periodic Table. The only one I can't name is Yttrium.
Also, I have a terrible sense of humor.
And I...I remember something unusual.
I...I'm in Equestria right now.
Wait...Equestria? How'd I get here?
Wait...I remember. It was...Night. Or day. I don't remember.
No, it was evening. I was in a car. My parents were driving, and there was black ice on the road.
And I was...Yes, I was coming home from a soup kitchen, after volunteering there...
And the car...It crashed? Yeah, it crashed. I...I believe I died.
Maybe I went to the hospital first?
No. I died right there. Why bother making it more complex?
And then, a voice told me...Fuck it. I hate trying to remember in this way. I find it easier to remember like...this:
A voice was all like, "ey bro, you did pretty good, you fuckin' cool guy, you get to go wherever you want."
And I was all like, "oh, yeah, fuckin' Equestria is the hypest shit."
And, so, yeah...
Which essentially gives me the leeway to be an idiot here.
Yeah, I know, not exactly the greatest thing to deduce from the past.
But, what are you gonna do? I'm dead, I'm in Equestria, so now, I can enjoy myself. Maybe just kick back, relax...Or just run around and be an idiot.
Yeah, I'm super wise. I could be spending the time reflecting upon the perfidy of my past life, but I would rather spend it goofing off. In that regard, I am the world's most foolish man.
In fact, you could call me Peter the Foolish Angel. Because I'm dead. And a fool. And really bad at making jokes.
Ah, it seems as though the realm of the conscious is calling to me, beckoning for my return as an individual with all of his memories intact. All I can really wonder is, how did I go unconscious in the first place? It's all very confusing, and the memories slowly organizing themselves in my mind aren't helping me at all.
As I open my eyes, I smile. It's a new day for me.
And a new day for my existence.
Note from the Author
I took quite the gamble writing this chapter as I did.
But, that's what you have to do when you have an internet story: take chances. Like I did when Peter gave RD that orgasm.
So, yeah. Just say whether you liked or fucking hated this chapter in the comments.