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// Day 2: Breakfast of Champions 
// Story: Rain 
// by Commando-Scarecrow 
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Getting any good sleep was near impossible that night. I knew it wasn’t the chair, because I’d fallen asleep in that thing a few times while watching movies and playing video games and been just fine, so it had to be my surprise guest sleeping in my bed. After several failed attempts at sleeping, I just gave up. “Screw it.” I found my I-pod and cranked up some soothing Mandopony. It was maybe four in the morning, so if I fell asleep by mistake, I’d gladly accept it, and if I couldn’t? Meh. It was nothing a Mountain Dew couldn’t fix.
After listening to song after song for maybe another two hours, I felt my stomach growl. Loudly. I looked to the left to see the fiery maned mystery woman in my bed, and decided that a warm meal might not be such a bad thing after being naked in a cold October rain like I found her last night. So I went off to McDonalds across the street. The prices were fair and the food was alright, so it seemed like a good enough idea. I got a couple of sausage McMuffins and hash browns, deciding to wait for them to be fresh before I got them. As an afterthought, I also picked up a couple of two cups of orange juice while I was there. Satisfied with the food I’d got, I headed back to my motel room, hoping that my guest hadn’t woken up yet.
By the time I got there, it looked like she wasn’t so much unconscious as she was just sleeping off what ever happened at this point. I could tell from her snoring… from OUTSIDE the door. I slowly opened the door and set her food on the dresser next to the furnished television. All the blankets were scattered and kicked across the bed and nearby floor. “Amazing”, I mumbled silently. Still asleep without any idea at all of what happened or how she got here. I decided to eat before her and did so as quietly as I could.
After I ate, I got my laptop and went You-Tubing, watching any video I saw that looked good.  That was, until, I saw movement in my bed.
Red headed Rain’s eyes began to open. Slowly at first, as if she was waking up in her own bed room. Then her eyes widened and she began to realize that something was off. “Oh, hell” were the exact words that entered my mind.
She sat up and quickly her eyes began to dart back and forth. I kind of expected this to happen. “Where in the hay am I?!” She still hadn’t noticed me yet, so that was something. She then grabbed at her shirt, not realizing until just now that she was wearing one. She she lifted it up, though, she did something that WAS unexpected. She lifted up her hands like she was totally unfamiliar with the concept of fingers. She felt her face, still acting like there were so many new features to her that she’d never had before. She jumped from the bed to the mirror, but missed entirely. Did I bring home someone from a mental hospital? She then landed flat on her face on the hard motel carpet. Completely un-phased, though. She got up and felt her back. “My wings!” Wings? She ran to the mirror in the bathroom, feeling her face her nose, then her… chest. All of these things seemed totally alien to the tall red-head. “My face! What the hay is going on?!” I don’t think she yelled loud enough.
That’s when I made my first mistake. “You alright, Red?” Asked nicely enough, but she responded with a swift punch to my face. “OW!” I staggered back and feel back ward to the floor as she looked at me with an acid gaze. She was angry and she was confused, so I decided to let that one slide.
“Where am I?!” She was stilling yelling, much to my irritation. “How did I get here?!”
“Easy, Red,” I picked my ass up off the floor and then proceeded to answer her questions. “You’re in a Motel Six room that I live out of. I found you knocked out and on the side of the road last night.” Then I looked to the dresser and remembered the food. “I got you breakfast and juice…” I held up the bag of fast food and orange juice. “McDonalds. The breakfast of champions.” I almost out right sang that last part, even knowing full well from being a former employee that McDonalds was most certainly NOT the breakfast of champions.
Now, if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that I saw a very brief and very wry smile after I said the word champion. But it quickly faded as fast as it appeared. “I don’t want your breakfast or your juice.” She crossed her arms, apparently feeling like being difficult. “But leave me the bag.”
“But…”
“LEAVE THE BAG!” She got all shouty again, so I left the food there on the counter, kind of afraid that she was going to punch me in the face gain.
“Alright, alright…” After a few more minutes of looking at her what I assumed to be a new face in the mirror, trying to get used to her face that she was supposedly born with, my mind once again raced with questions of who she was. This whole thing seemed to be eerily reminiscent of the movie, Thor, only with more fireworks and less hammers. Finally, as she finished eating her food, I tried opening up another conversation with the violet eyed woman. “So… you got any idea of how you got here?”
“YOU brought me here,” she snarkily stated whilst slurping the rest of her beverage. Then she started to mumble. She could have taken it worse, actually. “Freaking Lyra was right.” Wait a sec…
That’s when it hit me. “Would Lyra happen to be a sea-foam unicorn that wishes she had hands, would she?” The next part of the conversation would either get me beaten up by a girl, whom, in my defense, had the build of an Olympian, or we’d actually get somewhere in finding out how she got here.
She began to squint at me, undoubtedly unsure of how I knew that. Bingo. “Yeah… how did you know that?”
Then I pulled out my laptop and immediately found Youtube on my favourites bar. I found the first episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is magic and started from there. Finally, it all made sense. Not recognizing her face and fingers being a surprise to realizing that she didn’t have any wings. She was missing the rainbow hair, but I always figured she’d be a red head in real life. I turned my computer around and smugly put my hands behind my head. “Rainbow Dash, I’d hate to break it to you,” Actually, I didn’t. This was every bronies dream. “But I don’t think you’re in Equestria anymore.”