~Disconnected thoughts~ The void shifts, moves, and you know nothing beyond it. That’s normal for the void though, and you continue your drifting, seeing nothing, sensing nothing. The void is empty, as it should be. Then suddenly, there is a light. Where it comes from, what it is, you do not know, the void is still entrapping all your thoughts. Before you can pull yourself from the void enough to think, there is a sensation, like the light was burning you away, stripping you of yourself, and replacing it with something new, and when it was done, you dropped out of the sky, the void shattering, and waking you up, as you plummeted, landing with a loud thud amid a sea of green flat trees, none of which looked particularly healthy considering their flatness. Still, they make good supports for you as you lean against one, trying to rise from where you had been laying.
You’re sore, so you know you’re awake, that was a good thing. Still, where were you? Looking around only reveals more of the odd flat trees, all many times bigger than you. That doesn’t prevent a breeze from blowing at you, and you realize with a start, you’re not in what you remembering going to sleep in, but instead in your more casual t-shirt and blue jean shorts, the stuff with no markings on them, just jeans and a blue shirt. This means you’d been going somewhere, doesn’t it? Before you can consider this thought for long though, something big, white, and heavy slams into the trees around you, making you think the world was ending, and you’d just been spared from it until this moment, as you dive for cover, folding your arms over your head, and just lying there for a few silent moments.
When it became obvious that you were still alive, you slowly raised your head, lifting your arms, and turning. What you saw…was impossible. It defied though, reason, and everything you knew about the way the universe worked. It was a huge leg, you could see hair covering most of it, soft white hair, or fur more likely, and your eyes traveled up it, until you spotted a pair of shades on a face that was equally impossible, not for the size, but for the look of it. That was…a pony….from a cartoon. Your mind went wild with thoughts, a thousand trains of ideas that smashed together into one pileup as you stared at Vinyl Scratch, otherwise known as DJ-Pon3, and tried to reboot your logic centers.
She was quite a sight, really. You weren't sure how tall you were, considering that the ponies themselves never had anyone you knew the height of to measure themselves against, but if you were normal for a human, this pony was at least 100 feet tall, probably a lot more, and she was on all fours, meaning standing on her back hooves, she was probably more than twice that, from the tip of her nose, to her tail. That was quite a titan, like something out of the old legends, and you stood there, frozen looking up at her, at least until you realized one of her white hooves was hovering in the air above you, and you were forced to make tracks, running out from under it just as it slammed down into the ground behind you, flattening the grass that had barely felt your weight, and leaving an impression in the dirt that hadn't even moved for you.
You then sit there for a moment, staring up at the female pony. She towers above you, and is looking around, obviously searching for something, and not seeing it, which seems to annoy her, given her grunts, which don't sound all that loud to you, as you would have thought. Suddenly, she takes another step, and begins to walk away from you, her speed belying her size, and you quickly see an opportunity. Her tail is just barely brushing the ground, the soft blue fur leaving a small trail of displaced dirt behind it. A quick hop, and you could ride the pony DJ to wherever it was she was going, which probably wouldn't be a bad idea, considering you were standing in the middle of a rather busy street. Of course, doing so would expose you to as yet unknown dangers.
Sighing, you figure there's not really a choice here. The next one to come down the street could step right on you, and never notice, so without a thought, you leap into the air as the tail passes over you, and grab onto a thick hair. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it, you were so small, you were a barely noticeable, meaning she didn't shake you loose, or turn around to crush you. Or help you either, which you figured she might do. Instead you were stuck holding on as the tail bobbed a bit with her walking, making you feel grateful you hadn't eaten too much at lunch today, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to keep it down, the constant motion nearly making you lose what little food you did eat as it just kept going.
Luckily, this time really, Vinyl didn't need to go far to get to her destination, as she came to a place that looked like a massive hanger from your perspective, with a door that could have permitted planes to fly in and out easily. Of course, you chided yourself about that observation, considering your stature, it might just be her home, and still hanging on, you started to dart your eyes everywhere the instant you were inside, finding that yes, it was a house, with several posters of Vinyl on the walls, as well as another pony, this one with grey fur covering her body, a black mane, and pink eyes, as well as a fancy cutie mark that looked like that thing you see at the beginning of music sheets. She looked to be playing a lot of fancy stringed instruments too, and as Vinyl went deeper into the house, you wondered what their connection was.
Luckily, you don’t have to wonder long, as soon DJ Pon-3 comes to a stop in a room that looks like a living room, though a bit different than ones you're used to. First there was the size thing of course, everything around you was positively massive, from the table in the middle of the room that looked like a mesa from the south western US, to the carpet that passed below you that might as well have been a forest. Other than that, there was the fact that there were no chairs, just long, bench style seats, which made sense, considering it would be awfully awkward to sit on a chair or the like in any comfortable fashion, if you were a quadruped like the ponies were. Vinyl, proving how she'd sit, goes to one of the bench seats, and climbs on, sitting down by curling her back legs under herself, and allowed you to drop off, finding the soft cushion didn't even bend under your weight at you landed.
"Tavi! I'm home!" she shouted suddenly, and you had to cover your ears. It wasn't that she sounded like you'd think she should, her every voice an explosion, it was just the girl was loud in her own right, probably from having to shout over crowds at concerts and the like, and you fall over from having your eardrums blasted, not being able to make out a much softer reply from a voice deeper inside the house, at least until a second pony form comes from the back of the home, the ash colored pony woman from the posters near the door, carrying in her mouth a tray that had some sandwiches and glasses which she set down on the table, before climbing onto a bench opposite Vinyl, rendering you out of direct sight from her thanks to how Vinyl was sitting.
"So, how went the job hunt today?" asked Octavia, you recognizing her from the Gala, as the Cello player from the band that Pinkie Pie had co-opted to perform her pony-pokie.
"Well, there's a funny story there," began Vinyl, causing Octavia to sigh in what had to be a common pattern with her.
"Let me guess, you didn't really look for one, did you?" she said in answer to her own question.
"Hey! It's not like we really need money. Cousin Rare said we could stay in this house as long as we needed while the studio's being rebuilt," said Scratch, defending herself in a way she'd probably done a hundred times before.
"Yes, your cousin did say we could borrow this house as long as we needed, but that's not the point. We need money to live on Vinyl, since the Princess has cut us off from our show's stipend, to pay for those damages you caused," accused the ash colored mare.
"That wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know that equipment couldn't handle my tunes?" she responded, and Octavia merely sighed, putting her hoof to her face, and shaking her head. This conversation was actually getting interesting, and you were starting to wonder just what the pair was talking about. However, your curiosity kept you distracted too much to notice that Vinyl, in her agitated state, was whipping her tail back and forth, and when it came too low, you were brushed, which is to say, smacked into the air by it, and sent flying, straight towards the table, and more specifically towards the plate with the food on it.
The flight is harsh, and though you try to cry out, the air is ripped from your lungs, making it impossible to draw a breath, or even do anything but flail, so you close your eyes tightly, hoping that you land somewhere soft, and with a bounce, you find out that you do. This particular softness smells of wheat in fact, and upon opening your eyes, and letting your vision clear a bit, you find yourself sitting comfortably on one of the sandwich, looking up at the two giantesses, neither of which had noticed your flight, and are still staring at each other across the plate...well, you assume Vinyl is starting at Octavia anyway, with those dark sunglasses on, it's kind of hard to tell, though the look on the rest of her face is one of at least mild annoyance, if not anger.
"You told me when I first showed up for that ridiculous job that you'd tested all the equipment, and it was, how did you put it, as solid as you where?" claimed Octavia, the little lip she added to her voice, obviously making fun of Vinyl's own speech.
"Well excuse me. I thought it would hold. And if I remember correctly, you didn't object to me plugging in that amp when we were talking about hooking it up to your hello thing," responded the pony of pop.
"It's a cello, as you well know, and I most certainly did object, you just ignored me, as usual," came the snappy reply.
"You should have objected harder than!" shouted the white unicorn, her fore hoof coming down hard on the table, making you bounce, and land with a clink on the plate, the odd noise drawing Octavia's eye downward, and you panic. The first response to anything small near your food, was to smash it, and investigate what it was later, especially something your size, but then again, you had no idea how she would react. Maybe you should stay where you are, get noticed. Of course, perhaps you should try and hide, the nearest place being the sandwich you had just been on top of.
You needed attention, that was apparent. Whatever else, you needed someone to pay attention to you, and see you. If you hid now, that chance might not come again, considering how easily you were almost crushed before, and so you stand where you are, and even start waving your hands in the air above your head, not frantically, since that might cause an instant 'kill it' reaction, but slowly, and deliberately, hoping that that gets her to take a closer look. For her part, Octavia just sits there for a moment, staring down at the tray on the table, not sure what she's seeing. Of course, after a moment, she does indeed lean closer, before hopping backwards, and falling over herself as she tries to get away from you.
"Kill it, kill it! There's a bug on the table!" she shouts as she does an almost complete backflip, before landing with a heavy thud somewhere behind the bench she'd been sitting on. Looking after her, you wonder for a moment if she was okay, when a shadow suddenly comes over you, and you look up to find yourself staring into the goggled face of the pony of pop herself.
Vinyl, for her part, didn't seem to be too disgusted with you, her expression was one of interest, rather than revulsion. You hope for a moment that her interest is enough to overcome her roommate’s terror at the sight of you, but then you find her hoof hovering over you, and you shout at her to stop, just as it comes down, blocking your view, and filling the sky, as a force surrounds your body and pulls you upward.
It took you a moment to realize you hadn't heard the telltale crack of bones as your body was ground into a mushy paste, and belatedly, you open an eye just a crack, and then open both wide in shock. Vinyl's face was right in front of yours, and needless to say, it wasn't the most pleasant sight. Well, actually, she had a perfectly fine face, with nice curves and features, for a pony, but then there's the face that it was positively massive. You could have fit up her nostril easily, and you were sure her teeth were bigger than you, a revelation made all the more disheartening when you realize that had you stayed on the sandwich you'd landed on, you likely would even now have been lunch for her or Octavia, though for now, she seems to stare at you, her goggles making you feel like you were being analyzed.
"Octy...I… don't think this is a bug," she says at last, and you feel the force holding you up, which, rather than her unicorn telekinesis, appears to be coming from her hoof itself, possibly explaining how ponies can 'hold' things sometimes. Anyway, the force suddenly flips you over, and you land with a grunt on the flat of her hoof, as she holds you out towards Octavia, who is starting to pick herself up, running her hoof through her mane, and then straightening her bow tie, before hopping over the couch she'd been laying on, and leaning closer in towards you, her eye filling you sky like some kind of black hole, looking like it was going to suck you into its depths.
"Well, you, would be one to know about such pests, but if it's not a bug, what is it?" she asks, after a time, leaning back, and looking at Vinyl who starts to shrug, and you are faced with a dilemma. Apparently, Vinyl hadn't heard you before, and so, neither of the ponies knows you can talk. That might not be a bad thing, considering you still aren't completely sure how to broach the subject of the show, and, quite honestly, have no idea how you got here. On the other hand, they might just crush a stupid thing even one they don't think is a bug, if it doesn't show itself to be intelligent. That last thought compels you to speak.
"I'm called a human, homo sapien, a member of the genus homo, which is of the tribe hominini, of the family hominidae, proud member of the order of primates, and a mammal, obviously, given I have hair, an endoskeleton, and I give birth to live children.” Wincing from the last sentence you continue “well, not me specifically, but a female of my species does," you tell the pair, wondering why you remember all that from wikipedia, but then, it was like TVTropes, you would read one article, and be lost all day, and for some reason the stuff about humans stuck with you. Of course, being ponies, the pair of musicians say nothing for a moment, neither probably knowing what to say, at least, until Octavia leans closer again, and you fall flat on your bum as her face becomes the sky again.
"You can talk? I don't think I've ever heard of a creature your size speaking before," she comments, seemingly more to herself than anyone else, as Vinyl is still stunned for a moment, before shaking her head, and consequently you as her hoof shakes a bit, before smirking.
"Neat, this little dude sounds like that Twilight girl from the library. Know any more big words? I think I can work those into a song if you say them again," she says, and you can already hear her humming a bit, probably trying to get a beat down for the song she was already composing in her head.
"Vinyl, this is serious, we have discovered a new lifeform, something I've never heard of before, don't treat this like meeting some fan at one of those raid things!" chides Octavia, and Vinyl stops smiling, using her other hoof to lower her goggles for a moment, showing you are rather striking pair of red eyes behind them.
"It's called a rave, Octavia, as you well know, and I'm being perfectly serious. After all, what better way to commemorate discovery than with a tune?" she asks, and starts bobbing her head to her tune, which you recognize as something you've heard before. Of course, you wonder, idly, if you should stop the argument, as the pair of them seem to be ignoring you now in favor of each other, and you kind of don't want them to forget you're here. Again, you decide to err on the side of self-preservation, and speak up.
"Um, you could just ask me how I feel about it," you offer, and they both look at you like your crazy for a moment, before Octavia smiles sweetly, and with an odd motion you can't follow, you suddenly find yourself gently cradled in her hooves, and held in front of her face, rather than being only loosely held in Vinyl's.
"Of course, I'm sorry, we just get so tangled up in our confrontations that we forget about everything. Still, you said you're a human, where did you come from? Are there more like you nearby?" she asks, and trots back to her seat. Vinyl, seemingly losing interest in the whole affair, continues to hum, even as she levitates one of the sandwiches to her mouth, and attacks it, her mouth closing over it, and just tearing a chunk off violently, sending crumbs flying everywhere as she chews with her mouth open, and then swallows, before going back in.
"Erm...uh, well, I don't know. I don't know anything about how I got here, I went to sleep last night, and then, like a horror flick, woke up in a jungle of tall grass, and after Vinyl almost stepped on me, I grabbed her tail, and rode her here. So there could be people in the town square, but I don't think there was," you tell her, finding it actually pretty easy to talk to her, despite your size. Your voice, at least, hadn't been shrunk, and she seemed to be able to hear you just fine, which was a good thing, as you really didn't want to have to shout everything you wanted her to hear. Also good because Vinyl's humming had turned into singing, a bit off key, some lyrics, through her mouthful, which rained gooier bits of sandwich over the table.
"Well, that's unfortunate. Still, it would probably be best to take you to someone in authority, perhaps they can help," she suggested, leaning away from Vinyl, who bolts up at the word, authority, and looks around, like she was afraid she'd done something wrong.
"Wait wait wait wait wait....wait, you mean, you want us to turn him over to somepony who might dissect him to see how he works, or lock him away as some kind of invader from another world, or maybe even use him to find some way to get to his world, and force his tiny people to build statues in our honor," she climbs onto the table, knocking over the cups as she stands on her rear hooves, and holds her forehooves to the sky, "Statues that shine with the glory of the master species, where we can stride as gods!?"
"Um, that sounds all well and good Vinyl, but I don't think anypony here was suggesting we do any such thing. I was suggesting we take her to Twilight, I'm sure your cousin would know where to find her, and having the Princess help him get home," she corrected, motioning for Vinyl to step down from the table, not that she did so immediately, as she seemed to like making dramatic statements like that.
"I don't think that would be a good idea. You know the Princess would be all kinds of concerned about Equestria's safety, and who knows what else. But I know I can get in contact with Princess Luna. She's an Alicorn too, anything our royal dictator can do, I'm sure she can do twice as good," responded Vinyl with a head nod, acting like that was that as she sat back down on her couch.
"Princess Celestia is no dictat-you know what, no, I won't be dragged into yet another argument with you. What do you think, do you want to go to the Princess, or the Princess...er, I mean, Celestia or Luna," asked Octavia, trying to ignore Vinyl sticking her tongue out at her, mumbling something about stick in the mud under her breath, but loudly enough you, and more importantly the one holding you, couldn't help but hear.