Chapter One: The beginning of the end of the beginning.
T'was a beautiful day in Ponyville, the sun shining and the birds singing a catchy tune as usual. But to be truthful, who the hell cares about that right now, somewhere on Earth a human is having the biggest mental breakdown in his history. That human, is me.
It was about 12:06 and I had just shut my computer and jumped in bed, readying myself for another day to come. I had the most chaotic mind of all the people I knew, I just didn't know it yet. I had just shut my eyelids when a bright light began to pierce their protective covering. I opened them just to see a gleaming white orb outside of my window, emitting a slow but very loud scream. It seemed as if nobody but me could hear it. I'm fourteen so my parents would have immediately barged in and began ranting about what the hell was going on, but no. Only I could hear it as it pushed it's way through the window, literally. The orb pushed, broke, and mended the atoms of my window creating a swirling and controlled explosion around it. I closed my eyes and cried as it never ceased the screaming as I began to fall asleep.
I awoke the next morning, crying, staring out the empty windows, still hearing a faint scream in my mind. The odd thing though, when did I curl up into a ball, and when did I begin sobbing? I look over and it's 5:27. I always wake up at 10:00-12:00. I go back to sleep and wake up to something entirely disturbing.
It's cold and I can't feel my limbs, even though my nerves are shouting at me. I have no mouth and yet I must scream. I have no idea to what is happening and yet I know everything. I have no jaw, no arms, no legs. I am a breaking form, yet the only thing truly broken at this point is my mind.
I wake up and my limbs feel cold. I can taste metals in my mouth.I finally open my eyes to see a shaking, rapidly decaying, pale white face in front of me. As it finally turns to bone and falls away into the wind, it circles my limbs and jawline as I finally realize why everything is so cold. My limbs... metal greaves and vambraces, containing who knows what sort of tools at this point. But of course I know now, though I won't spoil it. And my jaw... like the twisted maw only worn by the most wicked of dark manifestations. As if I were wearing the remaining shards of a broken cleaver on my jawline.
I managed to get up and run, as if to get away from whatever problems I had. Even if they were part of me. I didn't know where I was, nor where I was going.All I knew was that I would get there and find help no matter the cost. What I got was beyond my explanation. For the screaming still lay in my mind, and it seems to empower me to do anything that I may require or that "It" may need.
The next thing I can remember is stumbling into a clearing and seeing a happy farmhouse with a tinge of Willy Wonka flare. But oh how it pissed me off for some reason. It's as if all happiness was never meant to be. I trudged up the path slowly lifting my legs with what I could only describe as hydraulic energy, as my arms hang limp at my sides. I had finally made it to the door which was, even at the age of fourteen, rather small. Only about 3/4 my size, maybe this really was the home of a previous Wonka? Not likely.
I slowly rapped my claw-like hand on the door which made a metallic clang and rattled the frame every time it hit. I heard heavy, rapid footsteps. I took no mind to this as I predicted that there may be a few residents to this home, seeing it's size. What I saw was nothing short of hilarious. A red Equine with a blondish mane stood behind the doorway. He, from what I could tell, was about as tall as me though all it took was a single glimpse at me to make him shrink down to half of my size. His face was one of horror and somehow it was amusing.
I felt bad though. What I considered to be my "New appearance" had just sent an innocent creature into shock. I knelt down and he closed his eyes, as if expecting his fate. But it hadn't come. Not today. Instead I chose to gently as possible, scratch his head. It was difficult due to my new, gangely claws, arms, and legs. I slurred as best I could through the metallic brace acting as my jaw; " I'm not here to hurt you... I don't even know where I am or why." This caused him to look up at me with his shaky gaze. I lifted my claw and he slowly slunk back into the house and closed the door, carefully as ever.
From the inside, I could hear him speaking to what appeared to be a female. How I knew he was speaking? I didn't. I just hadn't a mind in the world at this point and was experiencing skittish mood swings. I hated everything about this place but it made me want to be as kind as ever. But then the door swing open and next thing I remember, I was hogtied. How uncouth. The female said in a thick Kentucky accent "Now I don't know who or what you are varmint, but I ain't gonna' have you hurtin' mah' family with those... things." For some reason, I felt no guilt or remorse as I almost immediately sliced the rope in two and stood at full possible height. Easily about twice her size.
"I am not here to harm you. But a little birdie inside my head has been telling me to do as I must to survive. You aren't much of a threat to me in what seems to be my new manifestation, but if threatened... I will not falter to cease your breath." It felt oddly nice to be cruel, but as my usual mind took back control from this instinctual monster embedded deep within my brain I gave her a light scratch behind the ear and a sympathetic look with my eyes, for this jaw brace covered my entire mouth with the way the fangs rose. This seemed to earn back a small amount of trust and make her realize that I'm a sentient creature... maybe even something more. I was invited into my first home in this odd world and just as I was, the screaming turned to a little voice, scraggly and deep... It was chaotic.