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// First Day in Ponyville. (Re-Revised) 
// Story: Grey 
// by TheNextGamer 
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Note: I feel like I didn't put much attention into the reactions of other characters to the main character's eyes. I need to plan out this story better...
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As you walk around the streets of the town, trying to study the structure of it, you can't help but feel self-conscious right now. Although you can't "see" it, you can still sense the many surrounding town residents staring at you. The way conversations abruptly ends, the not quite silent movement of heads turning, and that one guy in the middle of town who yelled out, "HEY LOOK! A BLIND GUY!"

Ok, maybe the last part didn't really happen, but it might as well should have, seeing as how it could of gotten the same results.

Just try to ignore them. They will get use to me eventually. You thought to yourself.

Ignoring the many stares of bystanders, you still continue forward, walking around town.

This place has the most strangest kinds of shops and stores you've ever seen. There was a building that was in a shape of a Carousal, a house that appears to look like it was made from candies and cookies, even a quite LITERAL tree house.

A TREE, THAT IS ALSO A HOUSE. Not a house ON a tree, but a TREE that is also A HOUSE. Judging by the bookshelves inside, you had to guess it was a library of some kind.

But the most weirdest place of all, a store named 'Quills and Sofas'. It is a store, that LITERALLY ONLY SELLS QUILLS AND SOFAS. Nothing else! How does that even work out?Are quills and sofas more popular here to the point of being a business specialization? One that was established FORTY years ago, and is STILL in business to this day?!

Ok, I am probably over thinking this. I should stop now before I probably blow a gasket or something.

You haven’t eaten lunch yet, a fact that your stomach is all too happy to remind you of. As it grumbles, it’s loud enough to give you a good sense of about three feet around you. In light of this, you decide to maybe get something to eat, now that you have an extra forty bits to spend now. As you look around for any shops or merchants that might be selling anything good, a heavy southern accent catches your attention.

"C'mon everybody, get yer' freshly grown apples, bucked by yours truly!"

Apples? Eh, it will have to do. You thought.

You approach the apple stall, and tapped on its table a couple times, both to get the vendors attention, and to get the sound to travel about and give you a good look around.

"Well howdy there, what can I do for ya?" She had an incredibly strong southern voice. From what you can tell, her hair seems to be in wrapped into a ponytail, and she's wearing a Stetson. Even now, you're still surprised how much detail you can derive from sound alone.

"How much for an apple?" You ask, pulling out your bag.

"Say, don't think I’ve ever seen you around these parts. Are you new here?" She asks.

"Yeah, I just moved in a couple hours ago." You reply

"Oh! So you're one of those new fellers that just moved in that old house in Bearded Street?"

"Yep, that's the one. How did you know?"

"The news 'round Ponyville travel faster than lickety-split. Pretty much the whole town knows about you right now." She answers. It sounds as though there’s a hint of pride in her tone.

"Wow... That's... pretty quick." You say, rather surprised.

"Yup! Say, I can't help but notice that blindfold you're wearin'. What's that for?" She asks, curiously.

"My blindfold? Oh, I pretty much wear them to cover away my eyes. I'm always usually wearing it." You say, casually.

"What's wrong with your eyes then?" She asks

Suddenly, images flash through your mind, memories of the incident. Doctors, hospital rooms; bland and impersonal. Pain shoots across where your eyes should be, and you grasp at your face for a moment.

"I… uh… had an accident a while back. Rather not talk about it…” You mumble, still rubbing over your blindfold.

"Oh... I understand. You alright? You seem to be, uh, rubbin’ your face." She says, quietly.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. Just… Bad memories.” You say, grinning to try and throw off the pain.

"Sorry 'bout that... Shoot, I forgot to introduce myself! Name's Applejack, hard worker and family member in Sweet Apple Acres. How about you pardner?"

You introduce yourself, "and I'm a... well just an average guy, I guess."

"Well, nice to meet you then sugarcube! If you haven't already, let me be the first to welcome you to Ponyville!" She says, happily, though you can tell there’s a tinge of regret in her voice. It’s nice to know that she feels sorry for bringing up your eyes, or lack thereof. It's kind of comforting, in a way, knowing that people here are empathetic.

"Thank you Applejack... So... about those apples, how much do they cost again?"

Well I don't usually do this, but since you're new around here, you can have a couple of em’, free of charge." She says. You feel like she’s trying to apologize for what she said.

"Free apples? Oh, you don't have to do that for me. I can happily pay for them."

"Oh shoot, now don't act like that. I insist!" She laughs as she grabs a bag and begins filling it with apples. She tosses the bag lightly over to you, and you get nearly thrown back, surprised by the weight. It had to weigh at least ten pounds… Jeez, she must be strong, she tossed it like a pinecone. After doing a little math in your head, you realize that she just gave away about fifty bits worth of apples! You speak up, quickly.

"Are you sure? That's a lot of apples to just give away for free." She laughs heartily again, before speaking up.

"Don't you worry none about it. Consider it a welcoming gift from Sweet Apple Acres!"

"Wow... thanks a lot Applejack." You say, genuinely surprised by the extent of her generosity.

"Don't mention it! What are friends for?"

"Well thanks again. I'll be leaving now."

"Hold on a sec, you said you were new ‘round town. You wouldn't happen to be the new transfer student at Ponyville High, would ya?"

"Yeah, I'm starting classes tomorrow, as a matter of fact. You a student?” She confirms your statement with a nod. "Well then, maybe we can see each other later again in school?"

"Alright, see ya then sugarcube!"

"Yeah, I'll see you later... Nice hat by the way." And with that, you take your leave.

The last thing you hear as you walk away was, "How… did he know I was wearing a hat?"

Right, should probably explain that later. What time is it anyway?

You've been walking around town for about a couple hours now. You already had a good map drawn in your head, so it might be a good idea to head home. Your family's probably done packing now, anyway.
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The walk home was... eerily quiet... for some odd reason. It was like the streets were cleared empty, when just moments ago the placed was crawling with people. You find it extremely uncomfortable how silent it was the way back home. Without much noises around, it's pretty hard to see. It's like being in a dark and empty town with only a small flashlight that can only go so far as 5 feet.

You try to calm yourself by snacking on some of the apples that your new friend, Applejack, gave to you for free. You really need to find a way to repay her. You just hate to get special treatment without owing them back in return. It was just in your nature.

As you take a bite from one of the apples, GOOD GODDESS! THIS IS PRETTY DAMN GOOD! Applejack sure knows how to pick them, because this is delicious!

This settles it, you thought, I HAVE to find a way to repay her. It will be an injustice if I don't!

You finally arrived at your house. As you near the door, you wonder what time it is. Judging by the cool breeze, it might possibly be late evening. You probably spent the whole day wandering in town, though there were probably worse things to do.

As you approach the door, you felt something weird as you touch the doorknob. You felt small vibrations traveling through it. Probably from inside, but what is it?

You don't know why, but you just had a feeling that something was off. Cautiously, you put an ear on the door and try to listen inside. There were hushed whispering and silent giggles. You could only make out a few sentences. "He's here! Quick hide!"

Unfamiliar voices. Just what is going on in there? One way to find out.

You slowly opened the door, as it makes its creaking sounds throughout the living room. You could make out a few figures inside, hiding behind various pieces of furniture. You hear more giggling and hushing.

Not taking chances, you held your walking stick as if it was like a sword, prepared to beat the living crap out of these intruders if necessary.

You spoke out, "Who's there? I'm warning you, I got a stick and I'm not afraid to use it!" Eh, you've said worse things in life.

What happened next was... a bit hazy... Literally. As you hear a click that you can’t recognize, you review what just happened in your head.

Arrive at home.

Noticed people inside.

Go inside house to check things out.

Then yelling... Fuck-tons of yelling.

"SURPRISE!"

You winced from the sudden loudness. Everything was dark for a moment. Your ears are ringing, and you can't see anything. You don't know what's going on right now, you're blinded. You cover your ears in hopes that it might stop ringing.

Just as quickly as the noise started, it stops, and your hearing comes back again. You listen, trying to regain vision around you. You notice that you are sitting on the floor, panting, curled up into a ball. In front of you is a crowd of people, just standing there, staring at you. Your reaction must have been pretty bad.

You stand up, shakily taking a few deep breaths to calm down. "I'm okay..." You say, not sure if you were reassuring the other people, or yourself.

A very familiar bubbly voice yelled out, "Come on everyone! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

Just as she finishes her sentence, music blares out into the room from seemingly everywhere. In an instant, everyone starts dancing and celebrating, as though nothing happened. You “look” around, still confused as to what’s going on around you.

You feel vibrations in the floor. Someone is bouncing towards you, fairly quickly. You can't tell, but that particular bouncing motion feels familiar.

When she reaches a space about two feet in front of you, she stops bouncing, and you are immediately assaulted with words coming out of her mouth at an incomprehensible rate.

"OhmygoshwereyousurprisedIbetyouweresurprisedsincebecausethiswasasurprisepartyforyouandwhenwewerelikesurprisedandyouwerelikeaahhanditwassogreattomeetanothernewpersoninPonyvilleandIknewyouwerenewbecauseInevermetyoubeforeandifInevermetyoubeforethatmeansyouwerenewbecauseIknoweverybodyinPonyvillesowhenIfirstsawyouandyourbrotherIwassosurprisedandnowwecanbefriends!"

Dear, sweet Celestia, WHAT? Did she even breathe during that? How could anyone have that kind of lung capacity? Was that even possible without suffocation?

YFortunately, before you completely lose yourself in thought, the bubbly character still standing there, as you assume she’s staring at you, expecting an answer, you hear the familiar voice of your brother calling out your name. "Hey man!"

"Kenny, what the heck is going on?"

"It's a surprise party! Bet you weren't expecting this, right?"

"A surprise party? What's it for?"

"Well, DUH, silly-head!" The girl said, still standing just a little too close for comfort, "This is a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party!"

"A… welcoming party? That’s nice of you to do for us, but you didn't have to trouble yourself to do this for a couple of strangers." You immediately regret your apologetic nature, as the girl instantly starts shaking her head, her extremely soft hair hitting you in the face repeatedly.

"Yes I did! If you're a new person in town, then that usually means that you didn't have any friends here, and everybody needs a friend! So I wanted to throw this party, so that you can meet other people and go find some new friends!"

"Wow... thank you then, for the party, that is. We really appreciate it...” you signal over at Kenny, who seems to be staring awkwardly at the girl, “By the way, I don't think I ever got your name."

"My name is Pinkie Pie!"

You introduced yourself and Kenny, "It's a pleasure to meet you Pinkie."

You shake hands with Pinkie, and your brother, in his all too forward fashion, opts to give her a hug instead of a handshake, which she responds with a rather uncomfortable giggle.

Just then, you remember something rather important. "Hey Kenny, where are mom and dad at?"

Almost as if on cue, the music switched to something more festive. You know of the almighty shriek of your father, as it echoes around the room, suddenly silent from the explosive noise. "CONGA LINE!"

"Never mind..." You sigh, as you hear the noises of the party build up again.

"Well? Come on! It's a party, let's have some fun! CONGA LINE!" Pinkie zooms off and joins the slowly growing conga line.

You look at your brother, and he looks at you. You both shrug and head over to join the group.

Might as well just go with the flow.

You party on through the evening.
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Some editing and revision by Machiniman20