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// Waking up after a shot from Celestia. 
// Story: Two Worlds. One Fate. 
// by Requiem for Gods 
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	John wasn't sure what happened. The last thing he remembered was getting ready to scare nurse Redheart and Tenderheart. He had “convinced” Twilight to help him by opening the door. John remembered chuckling to himself as the door slowly slid open, imaging the reactions from the two nurses. After that, John drew could only draw a blank, save for a splash of dark blue color and a blinding white light afterwards.
That had been just a bit after dawn, but now it was after dark, if the moon through the window wasn't just a trick of the light. His throat was dry, his head throbbed, and his body ached all over, his back especially. The pain only got worse as John tried to stand up. When it became clear moving was out of the question, John tried asking for help, but with his throat so dry his words came out as a little over a pained whisper. 
Seeing as how he couldn't move much of his body without causing pain, John opted to examine the room around him. Even with the faint light of the moonlight John could clearly see an empty door frame with ruined hinges hanging loosely from splintered wood. Seeing his handiwork, John loudly groaned, 'I really need to work on my impulse control.' While John mentally kicked himself a few voices could be heard coming up the stairs. While John could recognize Twilight's voice, the ones she was talking to didn't register, 'Who's she talking to?'
“Nurse Redheart, has he woken up yet?” asked Twilight, sounding nearly desperate. “Princess Celestia wants to speak with him as soon as possible.”
'Celestia!?' thought John as he closed his eyes and tried to think back to earlier, 'Well that would explain the bright light.'
“We're sorry Twilight,” replied Redheart; John knew he knew that voice from somewhere, “but even if he were to wake up right now, who knows when he'll be ready to talk. He did take quite the beating after all.” 
“Beating?” scoffed another voice, John assumed it to be nurse Tenderheart. “His back is nearly broken, his head suffered multiple cuts and lesions. It took us more than an hour to clean all his wounds and to remove the pieces of china from his head and neck. His arms and legs are mostly fine, but no doubt sore after hitting the ground like that. All in all I'm amazed he's still alive.”
'What happened to me? Did Celestia do all that?' John couldn't see the ponies, but when he heard a forceful cough and grunt, John assumed Redheart told Tenderheart to watch her tone. For a while, the sound of approaching hooves was the only thing John could hear. With his eyes still closed John remained motionless, trying to keep up the appearance of being unconscious, 'If Celestia did all that, than maybe I should lie low, at least until I hear why.'
As the ponies entered the room John noticed the sounds of the hooves started coming from multiple places in the room, “So, uh,” started Tenderheart, her voice coming from John's left, “did Celestia say when she'd be coming back?”
“As soon as she can,” answered Twilight sounding from John's right, “Princess Luna said she'd come back too.”
'...And that explains the dark blue,' thought John recalling the blue color before the bright light.
“Not that I mind,” started Tenderheart, “but why is Princess Luna coming?”
“She said she also wanted to speak with him,” answered Twilight, “something about, strange happenings in the Everfree Forest.” For a second John couldn't hear anything but a dry chuckle coming from Twilight's direction.
“What's so funny?” asked Redheart sounding at the foot of the bed.
“Sorry,” answered Twilight, “I was just wishing her good luck with getting information out of  him.”
“Why?' asked Tenderheart.
“Well he kept prancing around my questions when I asked,” answered Twilight. 
“Maybe he's got something to hide?” asked Redheart as she got onto the bed. It took everything John had to keep his mind from the gutter and keep his heartbeat level as he felt Nurse Redheart getting closer. 
“I don't think so,” reasoned Twilight. “He seemed more interested in teasing us and calling us cute. Really it seemed like he couldn't believe what was happening.”
A chuckle could be heard to John's left before Tenderheart commented, “Did'ya hear that Redheart? If you don't hurry you're going to lose him to the others.”
“Would you drop it already,” groaned Redheart as she laid her head on John's chest, trying to hear his heartbeat; which was beating a little faster than he'd have liked.
“You're the one that called him big,” scoffed Tenderheart.
'Big?' thought John. He had always been taller and; at times, rounder than most but the way Tenderheart said it, John knew there had to be more.  'What are they talking about?'
John later would swear he heard Redheart facehoof as she defended herself, “Yes, I was surprised when I saw him. How was I suppose to react when I saw it hanging out for the world to see like that. Besides for his species, it may be on the small size. Who knows?”
'...well this just became several levels of awkward,' thought John as he felt Redheart slide off the bed. 
“I wish you hadn't reminded me of that,” complained Twilight, “that was the most embarrassing thing ever...Though now that you mention it, I do have to wonder as to what it's like in comparison to others of his species.”
'WOULD YOU ALL JUST DROP IT!' screamed John, in his head at least. All the while doing everything in his power to remain still.
Before John could think more on the subject, there was a creaking from down stairs, followed by the sound of hooves. The sound of hooves kept coming closer and closer, alerted him to more incoming visitors. John could hear when the hooves stopped they were at the doorway.
“Princess, you're back already,” said Twilight. Although she may have been trying to keep quiet the excitement in her voice was apparent. The was a brief pause in the conversation, John assumed Twilight welcoming her mentor with a hug.
“Yes my dear pupil, has he awoken yet?” came the calm soothing voice of Princess Celestia. While John wasn't a huge fan of the Solar Goddess of Trolls, he always admitted to liking her voice.
“Not yet I'm afraid,” answered nurse Redheart. “We're not sure how cognitive he'll be if he does. ” There was a brief pause and a silent sigh coming from the foot of the bed before nurse Redheart spoke again, “I'm sorry your Highness, I didn't mean to...”
“No, please,” sighed Celestia, “you don't need to hide the truth from me.” The sound of hooves could be heard again as Celestia moved over the right side of the bed to stand next to Twilight. “I'm sorry I hurt your new friend Twilight Sparkle, I don't know what came over me.”
John couldn't see the look on Twilight's face but her words were more than enough, “He's not my friend, Princess Celestia.” If John wasn't putting all of his effort into remaining still he would have looked like he got punched in the groin. “Well at least not yet anyways,” John's heart jumped for joy when she said that, but again John kept up appearances. 
“What can you tell me about him?” asked Celestia.
“Nothing much more than I told you earlier,” replied Twilight. “He seems friendly enough, but when I first saw him he look terrifying, almost as if he was capable of really hurting somepony.”
“But that was because he saw Fluttershy bleeding on the floor?” asked Celestia.
“That's what he said, and since then he has treated us with kindness,” answered Twilight.
There was a brief lull in the conversation as the sound of more hooves could be heard coming towards the room. “Is it awake, sister?” The voice was obviously Princess Luna.
“Not yet I'm afraid,” replied Celestia sounding remorseful, “and it's a he, right Twilight Sparkle?”
A chuckle could be heard to John's left before Twilight answered, “Yes, and his name is John, Princess Luna.”
“I'm sorry Twilight Sparkle, I meant no offense,” commented Luna, “I do hope he wakes up soon, I have so many questions to ask.”
“Yes, well,” started nurse Redheart, “he's suffered a great deal of damage yesterday, you may have to wait until he's comfortable talking before asking him too many questions.”
The pause filled the room before Celestia sighed out, “I still can't believe I lost control of myself like I did.” 
There was yet another long silence in the room before Twilight asked, “Princess?”
“Yes, my faithful student?” 
“What happened?” Twilight sounded almost afraid to ask but did so anyways. “I mean, you've said you never saw anything like him before, but when you did see him you looked like you saw a ghost.” There was a small silence again, juxtaposed by the sound of hooves heading towards the door, “Princess, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked. Please forgive me.” 
“No, Twilight Sparkle.” replied Celestia, her tone sounding remorseful. “In truth if I could tell you, I would. When I saw him the first time it was like a horrify realization came to me. A sense of fear and terror coming from deep within my mind, almost like a distant echo in a canyon. A whisper of something long forgotten.” Again the room filled with silence, this time a far more uncomfortable one than before. “The strange thing was...”
After yet another silence, John couldn't help but think, 'Dear God, even Kirk didn't pause this often.' 
“Was?” asked Princess Luna, joining in on the conversation
“The strange thing was...it wasn't him that I was afraid of...” Celestia took in a deep breath and said, “I was afraid of what he represented.” None of the girls knew what to say, not even Luna, so Celestia continued, “I don't want to frighten you, but I'm afraid things in Equestria will soon change. How soon and why? I cannot say. I'm not sure. But John being here terrifies me, because it means something more.”
“But that doesn't explain why you hurt him,” said Twilight, her voice shaking with worry.
“Because when I saw him Twilight Sparkle, all of this was flooding my mind. The knowledge of a looming darkness filled me with fear and I was already in the process of casting a spell. Had I been more awake I could have probably redirected the spell or canceled it all together, but what's done is done. I can only hope he'll forgive me...”
“Then I am just as much to blame for his current state,” interjected Luna, “had I not brought you out here, then this wouldn't have happened.”
John decided that since it was clear what happened to him wasn't intentional, it was safe to show that he was awake. John opened his eyes and tried to sit up when Celestia let out a sad laugh, “I was beginning to wonder how long you were going to play possum.” 
The others: Twilight, Luna, Redheart and Tenderheart all looked shocked at John sitting cross legged on the bed. “How long have you been awake?” asked nurse Tenderheart seeing her co-worker's and Twilight's bright blushes.
“A little before you came into the room,” commented John as he made himself comfortable in the bed. 
“How much did you hear?” asked Twilight.
“Everything,” answered John, his voice low and sad, “but that's not important. Princess Celestia, what happened?” 
Celestia looked at John with sorrow before saying, “Just as I explained, I'm not sure what exactly happened. Seeing you seemed to awaken ancient memories...”
“Ancient, sheesh you two look good for you ages,” joked John getting an angry, stern, glare from Twilight. “Down tiger, it was only a joke.”
As Twilight put away her, “Teacher's Glare”; as John would later come to call it, Celestia chuckled and continued, “...And those memories brought forth emotions; dark emotions.” Celestia took a second to look outside before looking back at John. “Regardless, I should have had better control of myself. You were hurt due to my lack of self-control. Can you ever forgive me?”
John looked as if he was going to take the chance to poke fun at Celestia, when a loud “hurrumph” could be heard coming from a ready to glare Twilight. Seeing punishment was ready to strike John erred on the side of caution and decided to be serious, “Things happen. Also considering I was trying to scare somepony, you could say I got what was coming to me.” 
John took a second before fixing Celestia with a sad gaze. “Besides, I've been through worse from worse people, with worse intents.” While the others looked concerned over the implications that this wasn't the first time John's been severely hurt, Celestia still didn't look convinced. Seeing her skepticism John went for a more direct approach, “Yes, I forgive you. Though I might like a favor in return.”
“You have but to name it,” replied Celestia with a happy smile.
“First where is everypony?” asked John, finally noting that Fluttershy wasn't there.
“They're all down stairs sleeping,” answered Tenderheart as she helped Redheart to steady herself.
Taking a look outside John had to remind himself what time it was, “Alright, so I guess it would be best to wait until morning...What time is it anyways?”
“It is a little after five,” answered Princess Luna joining in on the conversation.
“Hello to you too Princess Luna,” replied John, earning a surprised look from the Lunar goddess of Woobies. 
“Wait...” started Celestia, “how do you know my sister's name?”
“Don't worry about it,” sighed Twilight, “he knows all of us. He even knows things no pony should know...” Twilight then looked at John and flashed a mischievous smile, “Now that I think about it, you have a promise to keep.”
John froze in place, “Crap...” 
“Yep, now about my questions,” started Twilight as she hoped onto the bed, taking a seat about arms length from John. “First off. That picture of me, where did you get it?”
“Picture? What picture?” asked Celestia, her interest peaked. 
John looked around for his iPad but when he couldn't find it, “It's a picture of Twilight on my iPad, speaking of which where is it?”
“Your what?” asked Twilight.
“The thing with your picture. Where is it?”
Twilight rolled her eyes before her horn began to glow, seconds later his iPad came into the bedroom from downstairs. “There, now explain where you got that picture...” demanded Twilight, earning an amused smile from Celestia, “please...” groaned Twilight reluctantly.
“My, you do bring the worst out in her,” laughed Celestia.
“Yeah it's my special talent, if I was a pony my cutie mark would probably be of Discord.” While the ponies all gave him worried, suspicious looks, John took off the cover of his iPad and noticed the battery life was nearly drained, “Crap...You girls wouldn't happen to have electricity would you?”
“Oh no, you don't!” hollered Twilight, “You aren't getting out of this, you're going to answer my question.”
“No, seriously,” spoke John, braving the purple unicorn's fury, “this is important. Electricity, do you use it? Yes or no?” With a loud groan Twilight charged up her horn and blasted John iPad with a bolt of magic, and for a moment the screen went black. At first John the thing had been fried, “Wha....what did you....” but before his shock could give way to anger; and only just, the screen flickered back on and the batter on the top read “100%” and was showing the charging “lightning bolt” icon. Seeing that his iPad wasn't dead John let out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank God.”
“Who?” asked Twilight, caught off guard by John's phrase, “What's a God?”
John gave Twilight a confused look before letting his eyes wonder in thought as he started muttering to himself“...How can they not have...Wait...from a anthropological standpoint it makes sense. They don't need to explain weather or cosmic events like humans do...”
Letting her frustration slip for a moment, Twilight waved a hoof in front of John's face until she got his attention, “John...are you there?”
“Wuh...what?” asked John as if he'd been rudely awakened. Once he collected himself, “Whoa, uh...sorry about that.”
“What happened?” asked Redheart, finally able to talk again.
“Sorry about that. I have a bad habit of thinking over questions on my own, and Twilight's last one derailed my previous train of thought. Anywho, I'll answer that one later, let me explain this picture first. You see I got this picture off something called the internet...” What followed was a hour long discussion about the internet and all the wondrous things, for good or bad, it could do. Celestia and Twilight found the idea of sharing knowledge from all across the globe fascinating, while nurse Redheart and Tenderheart thought the idea of sharing files, songs and pictures was neat. Unfortunately John let himself get cornered into talking about internet rules and etiquette . The conversation died soon after that when John outright refused to talk about what “rule 34” meant after he made a bad joke on the subject. As the conversation continued one by one the girls found themselves sharing the bed, with them all pressed against one another while John sat on the other side facing them.
“So this “internet” isn't owned by any one nation? Then who runs it?” asked Celestia picking up that something this powerful in the wrong hands or hooves could be dangerous.
“The thing is Princess, I'm not entirely sure how the internet works...” confessed John, earning a skeptical look from Twilight, “mechanically at least. Technology has only recently become a part of my life,” John let out a sad sort of laugh. “Growing up in the country, I did more things outside than inside. When I finally moved into a big city, I could barely understand all the tech around me. Things were only made worse by most of my school work needing to be done “online.”
The conversation came to a still when noises emerged from downstairs, “I think the others are waking up,” commented Celestia. “On that note, I believe I have some work to do. If you will excuse me.” With that Celestia teleported from the room in a flash of light.
“Dear lord!” cried John as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of Celestia's exit. John took a second to rub his eyes, when the pain finally stopped John opened his eyes to see the sun rise out of Fluttershy's window. With yet another bright flash of light Celestia appeared in the room with a happy smile on her face.
John wanted to make a remark about the unnecessary brightness of her exit, but when more scuffling was heard downstairs, John let it go.“Well now that they're awake; and the sun's up,” remarked John sending a subtle stair at Celestia, “I think it's time to meet the others.” Seeing Twilight sigh, John added, “Maybe even explain a few things, like how I know all of you.” The comment instantly seemed to brighten Twilight's mood. Thinking about it John couldn't help but to don a grin. “Man I can't wait to see your faces.”
“Why?” asked Redheart causing John to furrow his brow in thought.
“...now which episode were you in?” mumbled John as he took to the stairs. None of the ponies said anything as John started mumbling thoughts to himself. “Number 3? No that was “The Ticket Master”...Number 5? No that was “Griffon Brush off”...note to self: make buffalo sauce...” When John made his way into the living room, “Apple Buck Season!” shouted John in his moment of epiphany “That's the one.” John's exclamation startled everypony in the room. 
John took a moment to scan the group for new additions and saw Rarity and Spike alongside the others all of which seemed to pale on seeing John. “Darling! You look positively dreadful,” grimaced Rarity. 
“And it's a pleasure to meet you too Miss Rarity,” remarked John as he looked towards a slim vanity mirror in the room. John hadn't seen himself since waking up and the sight wasn't pretty. His head was wrapped up tight with bandages with a few puffs of cotton sticking out; same with his chest and neck. Anything that wasn't covered in bandages was a sickly black and blue. The thing that annoyed John the most was his hair. What little he could see, was greasy and flat against his head, “For the love of...hey nurse Redheart, when can I take these bandages off?”
Redheart looked him up and down a bit before smiling weakly, “Not for a couple of days at least, why?”
“I. Need. To. Bath.” commented John, glaring dispassionately at himself in the mirror. 
John's remark sent a wave of laughter throughout the house, “What's the matter?” asked Apple Jack between laughs, “Don't like tah get dirty?”
“Dirty I don't mind,” replied John with a chuckle, finding the ponies laughter infectious. “What I do mind is my hair being so nasty looking. Baldness runs in my family, and I hope that by taking care of my hair, I can keep it for longer.”
“Baldness?” asked Twilight, pouncing yet again on a chance to learn about John's species. “Your species can go bald too?” John looked over to Twilight and gave a shudder, “What was that for?”
“Sorry, I was just imagining a bald pony...wait...” said John as a new idea entered his head, “If a pony goes bald, do they lose their cutie mark?”
“...Why would they lose their cutie mark?” asked Twilight, not following John's train of thought.
“Well I'm not sure of the mechanics of cutie marks,” explained John. “I thought cutie marks appeared on the coat, and if a pony loses their coat, I thought they'd lose their cutie mark.”
All of the ponies seemed lost in thought at John's question and none of them could give an answer. “Cutie marks are part of a pony's very being,” explained Celestia stepping up to the plate. “While they appear on the coat of a pony, they are more than a mere patch of fur.”
“...So is that a yes or a no?” asked John, unhappy with the given explanation. When Celestia began looking in ever direction except towards him, “So that's a no...hmmm I need to find a pony who will let me shave off their coat...” The girls all started backing away from John keeping their flanks safely hidden from his sight; with Spike guarding Rarity's.
Seeing no willing volunteers John sighed in defeat, only to chuckle and look towards Celestia mischievously, “Sooooo, Princess Celestia,” began John, switching his tone to a slimy one that would give Grima Wormtongue a run for his money, “about that favor...”
“Oh, no...” stuttered Celestia, seeing where John was going with this, “you can't ask for that!” John slowly approached the solar pony, his grin growing ever wider. To Princess Celestia's credit she remained strong and stood her ground; though her eyes looked pleadingly to the others. 
John was maybe a few feet away when all of a sudden he doubled over in pain, “Auuggghh!” The ponies all rushed over to his trying to see what was wrong, “It's cool. It's cool.” John slowly dropped to his knees and began breathing in deep pained filled breaths. For a few minutes this kept up until John's breathing began to slow back down to normal levels and he let out a few sighs of relief.
“Are y'all alright?” asked Apple Jack.
John let out a final sigh before standing back up, keeping his right hand over the scar on his stomach. “Sorry about that. This old scar of mine acts up from time to time,” explained John showing his scar to the collection of ponies.
While a few of the girls grimaced at the sight of it; most having seen it before, Pinkie Pie merely gawked at it while saying “OOOOoooooohhhhhh!”
While John took notice of Pinkie Pie's unusual; and by that usual for Pinkie Pie, reaction a thought occurred to him, “When did you get here?”
The others all took a double take to Pinkie Pie's sudden appearance, too which Pinkie only giggled and said, “Silly, I've been here the whole time!”
John looked like he was going to retort when, “It's Pinkie Pie, don't question it. Tis the road to madness.” 
Everyone got a chuckle out of John's off color remark and with John no longer attempting to get his hands on her flanks, Celestia took a seat on a large cushion Fluttershy had provided the day prior. Following her example the girls all took their seats, leaving John standing alone near the entrance to the stairs. “Please sit with us,” said Celestia, “we won't bite.”
John let out a snort and walked over to a open spot between Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, the former placing John's sleeping bag over him, “There you go. Nice and toasty.”
“Thank you Fluttershy,” replied John as he tightly wrapped himself up. “So what now, more Q and A?”
“I think we'd all appreciate to know what exactly you are,” replied Twilight, getting a enthusiastic nod from Luna and more subtle ones from the others.
“Fair enough,” answered John. “Now how to explain all this... Well first off, my name is John. I am a human being. I was born and raised in a country known as the United States of America on a planet known as Earth.”
All the ponies present, even Celestia and Luna, looked at John with shock, “Wait, do you mean you're an alien?” asked Spike.
“Huh, I guess that would be correct?” answered John, “never thought that title would apply to me. Ah good old fashion human arrogance.”
“Take it you're not a fan of your species?” asked Celestia.
John sighed and rolled his eyes, “Yes and no. I'm misanthropic, meaning I don't like mankind, and there's been plenty of events in human history to justify this, but overall, I hope for humanity to grow into a better species.” John's explanation just baited further explanation, “To summarize humanity, I can say this. Humans beings can run the gambit from horrific monsters out of your worse nightmare's nightmares, to beings of kindness that can rival you ponies and in some cases beat you outright. It all depends on the human being you're dealing with.”
“What would that make thou?” asked Luna, hitting on the obvious question.
“...Let's see,” mumbled John as if started thinking, “First, I'm a decent person all things considered, I try to be honest, I mess up time to time, but I try.”
“Ah can respect that,” nodded Apple Jack.
“I'm not particularly greedy. So long as I have what I need, I'm happy. That being said, when I can afford to, I like to give to others.”
“Generous too?” remarked Rarity. “Splendid!”
“I'm really good with children and animals,” said John as he shared a smile with Fluttershy. “On that topic, I was training to be a teacher back on my world.”
“Teaching others,” commented Celestia, “I approve.”
“I'm kinda a nerd,” started John only to be cut off by Rainbow Dash.
“Oh great, another egg head.”
John chuckled but continued on, “I really enjoy studying the things like, biology, geology, astronomy,” as soon as it left his lips John regretted it.
“Astronomy!?” asked Twilight and Luna both sounding incredibly excited.
“Yes,” answered John before continuing, “economics, laws obscure or otherwise, meteorology...”
“Wait, meteorology? You study weather? You work with the weather?” asked Rainbow Dash, finally interested with John's list of fields of study.
“Yeah, but unlike the others I started that one because I took a class thinking it would be about meteors.” Lune and Twilight broke out into a terrible fit of giggles as John continued, “Though unlike you pony's with magic we humans can't control the weather; my world being entirely like the Everfree Forest,” the ponies all gasped in shock.
“Yah mean you're plants grow?” asked Apple Jack
'Oh my god, don't tell me,' thought John.
“Your animals care for themselves?” asked Fluttershy, he voice of the verge of breaking.
'Holy shi...they're doing it!' 
“And you clouds move...” asked Rainbow Dash, leaving the question opening.
'DO IT!!'
The other two joined in with Rainbow Dash for the big finish, “All on their own?” 
John tried to fight it, but, “THAT WAS SO AWESOME!” In his “geek-gasm” John leapt up into the air pumping his fists. “Er, uh....heh s...sorry about that.” John slowly sat down and covered most of his face with his sleeping bag. “But yes, my world is like that. Nature does it's own thing and humans, as well as the animals, have to make due. Over time we've come up with techniques to better live along with the weather.”
“Interesting,” said Celestia, her interest peaked again.
“To wrap up my fields of interest, the last two would be mythology and history. And I think that about does it. Really, I'm such a scatterbrain that I like to research any number of topics and in truth I've forgotten more things than most people learn in their whole lives.”
“I can't wait to ask you about that stuff later,” giggled Twilight gleefully with stars in her eyes.
John looked at Celestia and said, “It...it's safe to be alone with her when she's like that isn't it?” Celestia just laughed as Twilight fixed John with another stern glare, “Sorry, another thing you've may have noticed is I like to joke around and have fun most of the time.”
“Like me!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie, throwing streamers in the air while blowing into a party whistle.
John sighed a bit and rolled his eyes, “Yes, Pinkie Pie. In that regard I'm a lot like you. Unlike you however, I don't like loud noises or parties.”
“You don't like parties?!” gasped Pinkie Pie, “How can you not like parties!?”
“I'm sorry Pinkie Pie, I'm just not big on large groups of people,” John paused to waves his hand across the room. “Even this would be too much for me normally. The only thing keeping me from getting all quiet is the fact that you're ponies and therefore harmless; current misunderstandings not withstanding.” 
“Hey!” cried Spike as he snorted out a bit of smoke and fire.
“Please, Spike, you're what? Two feet?” replied John.
“1 foot 8 inches,” answered Spike begrudgingly. 
“Spike, your awesome and all, but you're at best ten inches bigger than my feet, I could step on you and keep you pinned. I'd have to be careful not to crush you under my own weight.”
Twilight looked John up and down and asked, “How much DO you weight?”
“Let's see, last time I checked I was roughly three hundred pounds, give or take a few.” All the ponies seemed to give him another look, but remained quiet. “Any ways, that's about all the good things about me. The list of bad things tend to be, overly competitive when I play sports,” Rainbow looked excited but seemed to shelf the question till later. 
“I have a fierce temper, but it's mostly harmless. I refrain from violence unless somebody I care about is threatened or somebody might be in serious danger.” Celestia gave John a critical eye but didn't object to John's admission of violence. “That's about it now that I think about it. Whether or not that makes me a good person or not is up to you girls in the end.” 
“So it's left for us to pass judgment on you as a person?” asked Celestia, to which John gave a solemn nod without saying anything. “How about you explain a bit then about your childhood.”
“No.” said John, without pause and his tones definite.
“I'm sorry?” asked Celestia taken off guard by John's abrupt rejection to the idea.
“No, I will not talk about my childhood,” said John, his tones unchanged.
This time all the ponies shared worried glances until Fluttershy looked up and said, “Is it that bad?”
John didn't respond right away seeming unsure of what to say, when he did speak his tones were hollow and emotionless. “Yes and no. My childhood was rough. To a few of my friends I've had in my life, whenever I shared my past they tend to have the same response, “It was messed up.”” John looked up to the ceiling, not really focusing on anything in particular, but none of the girls, nor Spike, took their eyes off him. “At the time, I didn't think anything about it. I had a home, I had food and I had a place to sleep. Many in my world don't even have that, so I always believed that it was good.”
“Then what was the matter?” asked Fluttershy again, seemingly the only one of the group able to coax John into talking about it.
John swallowed hard as he went on, “My family.” John's eyes which looked sad and empty began shifting and closing into a scowl, “My family that treated me like a pet. Like an animal.” Each word carried weight and the girls leaned away from John in trepidation, seeing that he was scaring them, John took a few deep breaths and muttered under his breath. After taking the edge off his face and calming himself down John said, “This is why I don't like talking about my past, as it involves my family and I don't like thinking about them.”
Fluttershy looked up at John with tears in her eyes, “I'm sorry I asked. I hope you not mad at me...please don't be mad.” Fluttershy looked up pleadingly with tears in her eyes.
As Fluttershy began to sniffle, John reached out and took her into a hug shocking her out of her sadness. John held her tight and with a sad sort of smile looked at her and said, “I could never be mad at you, Fluttershy.” Fluttershy beamed and returned the hug in full. 
The others waited until John and Fluttershy stopped hugging, deciding to let the two have their moment. When they finally broke their hug, Twilight asked, “So John, would you at least explain how you know all of our names?”
“He knows our names?” asked Pinkie Pie, “How do you know our names? Are you psychic?”
John's sorrow quickly gave way to a mischievous smirk nearly a mile wide, “Oh, the moment I've been waiting for. Alright everypony, if you'd please sit on one side of the table so I can set this bad boy up...” Twilight gave him a skeptical look but did as he asked, with all the others following suit. John meanwhile took a seat opposite them, “Alright now, Twilight, Celestia, Luna and of course Miss Rarity,” John paused a moment to let Rarity preen under the special honorific added to her name, which she took. “Would any of you have a spell capable of enlarging an image?”
“Why of course darling,” answered Rarity to the surprise of everypony. Seeing the shocked looks on everyone's faces Rarity stuck up her nose up in the air, “Sometimes I look at other dresses in magazines to see what's in style and it helps to get a closer look at the stitch work in the more difficult dresses.”
“How long does it last?” asked John being the first over the momentary shock.
“For as long as I need,” answered Rarity, “Why?”
“Just cast it on this when I give you a nod,” instructed John as he started messing with his iPad. When he finished he faced the screen which was now black at the girls and gave Rarity the nod. A magical screen about the size of a thirty two inch television appeared before the girls, the side facing John was translucent while the one towards the girls showed the black screen. 
“Ladies and Gentledragon. Allow me a moment to explain the plot of the show called “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic is a show; or mini-play if you will, chronicling the misadventures of a group of six ponies as they discover the magic of friendship and harness the powers of,”John had to pause as the think up words that wouldn't fully give away the punch-line, “togetherness and unity to save their world from evil.” 
The girls all seemed to be coming to the same conclusion, each shaking their heads in utter disbelief, “Allow me to present, My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic.” 
John finished his sentence by hitting the screen on his iPad and the screen came to life with a picture of a brown book with a gold symbol of a unicorn appeared. The book slowly opened up to reveal the words, “Once upon a time...” followed by a voice saying, “Once upon a time, in the magical land known as Equestria...”