//------------------------------// // Chapter 7: Techno-Logic // Story: Time to go // by MasterHunter55 //------------------------------// Time to go Chapter 7 Techno-Logic It was almost time to go, and so preparations were going smoothly. Hunter had led Twilight to his room, and immediately he started cleaning things. It was messy, and he thought that if he was going to leave, that he wouldn't leave a mess. His room wasn't very large. It seemed to him to be around 20 x 20 feet and it was just big enough for all his furniture to line the walls, leaving a nice space in the middle. Starting from the door his walls extended to the left, and then around, leaving the door in the front left if you were facing it. Starting from his door he had his furniture laid out, starting with his orange comfy chair, which he liked to use for reading, as it was the most comfortable chair he had ever had the pleasure of owning. It was orange and the back was almost as soft as the seat, the backrest flowed down it's sides and ended up as the arm rests. It had soft material all the way down to the floor, hiding it's complex, eyesore of a rocking device. After that was his bed, which was basically a bunch of metal poles with golden colored bed knobs on the tops of them, with a nice design on the backboard and ends. It was barely a single bed, and the mattress was just a little small. Underneath it was a bed that laid on a spring layout that could extend upwards, and had wheels. This was so that others could use it in case the need arose, but Hunter preferred having guests stay in the basement, as the beds down there were of much better quality. His bed ran along the wall that was left of the door, and at it's foot was his dresser, there was just enough space between the end of the bed and the dresser to open up the drawers all the way and then some. There was an outlet on the end of the bed into which he plugged his surge protector. For some odd reason something had to be plugged into this particular outlet for the lights in the room to work. Atop his dresser sat his hunk of a T.V. As it was one of those Tube T.V.s with the bulky backs to it. It was only 1” by 1” so it wasn't the biggest but his room was so small you could never be far enough away. He didn't mind, it was good enough for him and he got it for 10 dollars at a yard sale. Next to it was his surge protector where he had his T.V. And his DVD/VCR player. He never really watched movies, and when he did it was on his computer. His dresser was on the wall opposite the door, and above it hung a clock that he had found laying on the ground, outside his school. Between his dresser and his desk, which was to the right of his dresser if you were facing it, he kept all his records. His Vinyl records, that he thought he should take with him for a pony of the same name. On his desk he had a number of things. First off, he had his monitor in the very middle. It was closely related to his T.V. In that it had a back to it, and he liked it, because it had a built in Microphone, and speakers of it's own with the volume control, and headphone plug-in on the right side of it. To the left of the monitor was his Ipod's charging station/radio/alarm clock, and one of the speakers that attached to the record player. On top of his Monitor sat an army camouflage hat, donned with “Choppers” sunglasses. He didn't ride motorcycles, he just had a thing for sunglasses, as well as his web-cam. To the right of the monitor sat a little figurine of a very confused looking man, who had a sign at his feet that read. “If you don't get confused around here... You're just not trying” Twilight had giggled at this, so Hunter said she could keep it in the library when they got back. “Are you sure?” Twilight said, she really would like to keep it in the main room of the library, and she had the perfect place for it in her mind, but it seemed like more of a memento than anything else. “Well it was my dad's, but it really should be shown off more. Don't worry I'm sure it'll be in capable hooves.” Hunter said, working to make the adjustment to talking like a pony before he reached Equestria. Didn't want to embarrass himself. Twilight took a moment to think of the implications of the gesture. His dad had owned this and Hunter had taken it when he passed. This was an obvious memento of his father and yet he thought that she should have it anyways. “Thanks Hunter,” Twilight paused. “He must have been a really funny guy.” “He was, and he always liked to spread smiles. That's why I think something of his should be out for all to see.” Hunter said, reliving some memories. Twilight looked at Hunter and realized how easy it must be for him to remember the good in people. She thought that this trait was something that was important for everypony to have, and that he must be a great friend. “Now if that doesn't sound familiar.” Twilight said, thinking about Pinkie. Hunter chuckled and continued cleaning. To the back right of his Monitor there was another speaker for his record player, and his desk had a small rise and extended another foot, On this rise there was a small shelf allowing for a cubby hole where he kept all the games he wasn't playing. On top of this shelf is where he kept his record player. Directly below the monitor was a little plank of wood that slid out with his keyboard and mouse on it. Underneath the cubby on the right, was another cubby hole where he kept random papers and his copy of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which he decided that he must show the ponies at some point. Hopefully they would understand the humor, and Fluttershy wouldn't freak out when the rabbit attacked. Underneath this cubby hole was a door, when opened it revealed his computer tower. And to the left of that was the underside of his desk, where sat all his power cords, a small garbage can, and the heating vent to his room. On the right wall was his closet, where he kept all his fancy clothes. To the right of that was his hamper, and his bookcase, which Twilight was having an eager look at. “Wow,” Twilight sighed “You don't have many books, but I don't think I've read a single one!” “I suggest the comics first, Calvin and Hobbes is a good one, considering that it isn't all slapstick, and it's really intellectual for a comic book.” Hunter finally finished organizing his room so that it looked nice. “ Tada!” Twilight looked around. Spotless. Places that looked messy were just things that were in their proper place, and those things were messy by themselves. “Not bad” Twilight said, pulling “Revenge of the baby-sat” from the shelf. “Good choice.” Hunter said. “Would it be too much trouble if I took a good number of things with me to Equestria? I don't think I could leave them behind in good taste” Twilight thought for a moment, before remembering that the spell didn't get any harder the more stuff you brought. This must have been a normal occurrence if the spell was constructed that way. “I guess not, what do you need to bring?” Twilight asked, as she opened up to the first comic in the book. “Well... Everything but the furniture, and some of that too.” Hunter said. “I guess... Alright fine.” Twilight said, she decided that it wouldn't be right to make someone part with the stuff that held sentimental value. “Woohoo” Hunter joked before his eyes saddened a little. “I guess I'll have to say goodbye first though. I can't just leave without a trace, my mom will miss me and my friends will surely wonder where in the world I disappeared to.” “I guess that's reasonable,” Twilight said, as she put on a reassuring face "Take all the time you need, I have some books to read.” “Nice rhyme.” Hunter said, and plopped down in front of his computer. He immediately got online, and went to his favorite social website. As he set his Ipod to play “A Tropical Octav3” He searched his Facebook account for what he thought would be the last time. As he searched, he looked over the friends that he was sure he would miss. Of course he would make new friends, but he was sure that there was at least a couple people he didn't want to cry if they knew that he had gone missing or something. He decided that he might as well tell those friends what was happening, and planned to make a note for his mother so that, although it would be hard for her to understand and accept, she would know what had happened. He clicked on the chat box for his friend Michael as he saw that he was online. Hunter: “Hey” Michael: “Hello!” Hunter: “What's up dude?” Michael: “Well... A lot actually.” Hunter: “I bet it isn't as much as what's happening with me right now.” Michael: “As much as I want to believe that, I highly doubt it.” Hunter: “As do I.” Michael: “Well then we'll just have to find out whose day has been weirder huh” Hunter: “Fine I'll start, but I guess you need a little background first. My secret isn't going to matter anymore, so you might as well know being my friend. I'm a brony. I love the show about cartoon ponies and I'm no longer afraid to say it. Twilight Sparkle herself somehow got to my bucking house and she's laying on my bed reading comics. She said she came to take me to Equestria and I'm leaving. I don't know if I'll ever be able to talk to or see anybody ever again so I'm taking this time to say goodbye.” Twilight Sparkle giggled as she read about Calvin being tackled by Hobbes, yet again as he returned home. Michael: “No way.” Hunter: “What? No way I'm a brony?” Michael: “No... No bucking way because I'm a brony, I've never told anyone, and a bucking unicorn is in my house as well.” Hunter couldn't believe it. Not only was Michael a brony as well, which meant that he could have told him that whole time, but Luna must have been busy because Michael had also been visited by a unicorn. Hunter: “No bucking way” Michael: “No bucking way is bucking right” Hunter: “Well Buck!” Michael: “Dude this is Bucking awesome! We're going to be in Equestria soon!” Hunter: “I realize that, but didn't you think about the other people who care about you?” Michael: “I guess I have been too caught up in my excitement to think about that.” Hunter: “Well you better think about it, because what happens when you're parents find your gone, and you leave no trace!?” Michael: “I guess I should get ready to go then. I'll have to leave several notes, but what do you say in a note like that? 'Dear loving parents, don't worry about me I was just teleported off to a magical land of ponies by one that appeared in our house. Signed your son who loved a kids show" Hunter: “Very funny... Come on man this is serious!” Michael: “I know it's serious, but there is no way this will be any worse for anyone if we try to tell them the truth.” Michael was right. Hunter hadn't really thought about what he would say in his note to his mother, only that he was leaving and she should know. Hunter: “Alright then, what's your plan?” Michael: “I dunno, check back with me later I'll figure something out.” Hunter: “So which Unicorn came to get you?” Michael: “Trixie actually. She isn't that mean if you get to talk to her, she just has a grudge against the mane six” Hunter: “Oh, so Trixie is doing work for Princess Luna?” Michael: “I guess so, maybe it pays good.” Hunter: “Maybe. Tell her I said Hi.” There was a pause before it said Michael was typing again. Michael: “She said she couldn't care less about what my human friends said. Never mind I guess she's still a grinch” Hunter chuckled and Twilight looked up from her comics. “What's so funny?” Twilight asked. Hunter turned his chair around to face Twilight, and told her what had transpired in the past few minutes. “So Trixie was sent to pick up my friend Michael. I told him to say hi for me and she's still as rude as ever.” Twilight seemed to frown a little “So when we go back we might run into Trixie again?” “I guess so,” Hunter said “But don't you worry about her, I've got your back.” “Thanks” Twilight said, and went back to her comics. Hunter: “You'll never believe which unicorn I got as my escort.” Michael: “Twilight Sparkle” Hunter: “How'd ya know?” Michael: “You already told me! You're super lucky by the way.” Hunter: “Wait dude I have a plan.” Michael: “What's that?” Hunter: “If we can't make our parents believe that where we've gone is the truth through a note. We'll just have to show them.” Michael: “How's that” Hunter: “You better pack up your things, and get it all into the front room. Here's the plan” Hunter proceeded to tell Michael that he believed the only way that they could go without causing a giant ruckus was to get all their things together, wait in their house, and then when their family came home, tell them where they were going, show their pony as proof, say goodbye, and then leave. Michael: “Alright it sounds like a sound plan to me. Is there anything in particular I should pack?” Hunter: “Get the essentials, all the belongings that you can't live without, your clothes, that one awesome controller seeing as I only have 3, and your favorite games.” Michael: “Why should I bring my xbox stuff, they don't have that stuff in Equestria.” Hunter: “No they don't, but they will soon.” Michael: “So you're going to bring the works huh?” Hunter: “Definitely.” Michael: “Alright awesome. I'll speak with you later good sir.” Hunter: “Righto” Hunter then proceeded to message as many people as he wanted to tell on his friends list that he was leaving. He told them the truth, what else could he tell them? Many people laughed, and some seemed to act unsurprised but he told them what was happening over and over until they understood, even if they thought he was joking. They would know the reality soon enough. Yet he couldn't find the courage to tell his family. His cousin in particular. He was going to tell his cousin about his secret when he returned to his hometown, and now when he was never going back, he still didn't have the nerve. Twilight had finished the first three Calvin & Hobbes comics and was already on one about Garfield. “There is no way eating lasagna is good for cats” Twilight whispered to herself. Hunter got off the internet and was almost ready. “Alright Twilight, time to use the computer.” “What?” Twilight asked, looking up from her comic book, “Did you say I should learn to use the computer?” “Yes.” Hunter said flatly. “Why on earth should I do that?” Twilight asked. “Because,” Hunter started “Computers are great for library use.” ><>< “What are we waiting around this boring place for? Isn't the whole reason I came here to get you out of this... place” Trixie said as Michael stuffed his clothes into suitcases. “Well I can't very well leave without telling my family now can I?” Michael said moving on to getting his nick knacks from the nearby shelves. “Well I suppose not,” Trixie said “But I don't know why you have to take all these things with you” “Don't you have anything to call your own?” Michael asked “Anything you would want to hold on to, to remember?” “Well... I suppose there is one thing.” Trixie said suddenly losing the rude tone she usually spoke in. Michael sensed that Trixie was about to say something personal and stopped collecting things. “Oh yeah? What is it?” “It's nothing.” Trixie said “Oh come on Trixie, how are we gonna be friends if you don't tell me about yourself” Michael said, desperately trying to get on her good side. “Oh all right” Trixie sighed, on the inside she was a little giddy that somepony 'wanted' to be her friend for once instead of having to force them using magic. “I keep my teddy bear” Trixie blushed, and looked at the ground expecting a laugh as she pawed at the ground with one hoof. The only thing she got in response was a brown teddy bear with a heart in the middle, that landed on the ground in front of her face. “Was that so hard?” Michael said grinning. “I guess not” Trixie said returning the smile. “He's so cute too!” Trixie said, picking up the bear and holding it to her face. Soft as well. Michael laughed at the sudden change in character Trixie had experienced. He continued to gather up his things and eventually left the room to get his electronics. “What about all these toys on the floor?” Trixie asked as Michael stepped out of the room “Those are all my brothers things, he never cleans. My room would be spotless if I was the only one who slept in it.” Michael said, rolling his eyes at the thought of his brother. If there was one person he would miss less it was his little brother. He loved him sure, but he was really annoying and always made bad decisions. Michael was a lot like Hunter in many ways. First they were both extremely awesome in his opinion. Second they both had great skill in the way of games, and Hunter and Michael made great friends. Michael was average just like Hunter, maybe 2 inches shorter, weighed a good deal less, but Hunter's hair was a good deal dirtier blond than his was, his bright streaks of yellow showing on his head of short hair. He had also been lost on girls, and somehow thought that Hunter was the one to look to on advice on the subject, despite his being helplessly single. His light blue eyes spoke of a boy who was born to reach the sky. Michael grabbed his Ipod, his Mp3, and his controller. He really only owned 1 of the games in the house so he took that one but felt bad about taking the others, so he left them. Hunter had the same games anyways. Michael dug around the drawer they were kept in first though, and realized that he still had one of Hunter's games. “Who would've thought we had to go to Equestria just so I could return this.” Michael chuckled. Trixie had just gotten an apple out of the fridge that Michael had told her about, and was now munching on it. She laid down on the couch and sighed, slightly bored. “So what do you do for fun around here?” Trixie said, before taking another bite out of the apple. “We play video games usually.” Michael said not really paying attention. “What are those?” Trixie asked. Now Michael was paying attention. “Here lemme show you.” Michael popped in the Halo 4 disc, and started up his Xbox 360. “Here,” Michael said handing Trixie the controller, “Use your magic to move the joysticks and press the buttons.” “Alright,” Trixie said, enveloping the black controller with a pinkish hue. “What are we doing?” Michael merely replied “Spartans don't ask questions, they follow orders.” Trixie was confused “Spartans?” It was time for Trixie to learn, and so he started the campaign... On easy of course.