//------------------------------// // The beginning // Story: Broken mind or dreams come true? // by Sakke //------------------------------// The rays of sunlight poured through the window. They illuminated a small room. The room was in a mess. There were clothes all over the floor, empty pizza boxes all over the place and random pieces of paper everywhere. The pictures were of all sorts of things: demons, swords, even a couple of steampunk-ish drawings. One thing that was on most of the drawings: cartoon ponies. In your mind’s eye... Something started to move under the covers of a bed that was in the corner of the room. lives a memory hard to find. Blinded by sorrow... A head rose from under the covers. It was very skinny and on top of his head was shaggy, light-brown hair. and her cold voice sings a melody. Hear her sing... The man turned his head towards the sound, with a grunt. Extending his hand from under the bedsheets, he crabbed the source of the sound. It was his phone, making sure that he wakes up early. Hell frozen rain falls down. And with those last words, he turned it off. ~~~~~~~~ A short, but skinny man rose from the covers. He sat at the edge of his bed as he ran his hand through his hair. He grabbed a pair of glasses from his table. He pu them on, instantly clearing his vision. He quickly got up from the bed, putting on his usual grey pants, bright green shirt and red hoodie. The man was clearly tired. ‘’Confound you ponies, making me miss my beauty sleep.’’ He said quietly to himself as he walked out of his room. It had been 2 months since he became a brony. Going through pony threads on the internet was a regural part of his day now. He had stayed up late, again, not being able to leave Funnyjunk’s pony thread, that he loved. Watching people raging over closo, watching toonv post ace, loving poemspamminganons poems, being very happy when someone mentioned him and replying to roll games. The basic. He ate some cereal and finally sat on his new couch that he bought. He lived in a small-ish apartment on the top floor of a 7-story building. His living room wasn’t anything spectacular. Two couches, a small table, a big-enough tv for him and an Xbox 360. This room wasn’t nearly in a big of a mess as his bedroom. Just a couple of random things here and there. Like a sock hanging from the lamp or a book inside the couch. He turned on his TV and quickly went through the channels. He stopped, when he noticed that ‘That 70’s Show’ was on. He quickly finished his cereal and he picked up his phone and backpack. He put his headphones on and he let the music drown out the music of traffic from outside. He grabbed his trademark hat as he slowly made his way outside. He started walking down the street, his headphones still blasting with music. He finally arrived at his destination, a large gray building, that must have expensive to build. He opened the door and after a couple of empty hallways, he stopped infront of a door. He leaned against the wall as he sighed. ‘‘Early again’’ he said to himself. Soon another man stood next to him. ‘’Hi Zack!’’ said the other man. He was slightly taller than Zack. He had very short, brown hair and he had his usual green hoodie on. ‘’Hi Paul.’’ Zack said lazily, putting his glasses on more comfortably. Soon after Paul arrived, came a man. He was taller Zack or Paul. He was wearing nothing but black. Black hoodie, black pants, black shoes, black T-shirt... He walked right in between the two men. ‘’God-fucking-dammit!’’ The man said, obviously mad about something. ‘’What happened now, Tom?’’ Zack said half-heartedly. ‘’I lost my fucking car keys!’’ Tom replied, practically shouting. Paul let out a slight chuckle as a huge grin appeared on Zacks face. ‘’How did you manage to do that?’’ Zack asked, still smiling. ‘’How the hell should I know?!’’ Tom replied. ‘Why do I even hang out with this guy?’ Zack wondered in his mind. ~~~~~~~~~~ The school day was quickly over, but it felt like an eternity. Spring break finally started! Zack stopped at a little shop right across the street of his home. Now with his backpack filled with goodies, he walked home. Zack took out his keys and tried to find the right key, until he heard a sound. It was the sound of something breaking.. and it came from his home. He put his ear to the door. He heard speech. He quietly, with his hands shaking, opened the door. He could see that no-one was in his computer room, as it was the first room you come across. Nobody was in his bedroom either. Nothing in his kitchen either. That left his living room. He quietly put his bag in the computer room. He armed himself with a baseball bat. ‘’Thieves, eh?’’ he whispered to himself. He started to sneak towards his living room. He heard voices. They were definitely female. They sounded somewhat familiar, but Zack pushed that thought from his mind. He was right at the edge of a wall. His heart pounding at his chest. He finally entered the room. He opened his mouth wide open with shock. On his couch was an orange colored pony, with golden hair, wearing a stetson. There was a cyan colored pony with a rainbow colored mane, tangled in the pile of cables he had at the corner of his room. There was another pony, with a pink, fluffy mane and fur, bouncing on his couch, not even noticing him. There was a white one with a stylized purple mane just sitting on his couch. Lastly he noticed the lavender pony, with a purple mane. Total silence. To be continued...