//------------------------------// // Two fish out of water // Story: Friend from the Otherworld // by Wasteland_Tyrant //------------------------------// Two fish out of water --- Like any day in Ponyville the birds were chirping, the foals playing, and all was well in the schoolyard of the quaint village. Miss Cheerilee felt confident that all of her students did well on their history quizzes for she didn't catch anyone sleeping, ignoring her, or missing during her lessons. At least in the front row. She couldn't help but notice that everypony in the back rows had a harder time paying attention and class and their grades showed. How this came to be eluded her for it wasn't a very large classroom, not even the entire school was an acre. Still, Miss Cheerilee did what she was trained to do and help her students she would till they needed her no more. Maybe if I move the desks into a circle. Would that help? Her thoughts were interrupted by three fillies barging into her class with fearful cries. "Miss Cheerilee! Miss Cheerilee! Come quick!" the three children shouted in unison towards their elder. "Girls! calm down, what is it?" Miss Cheerilee needed only a second to realize something big was troubling the cutie mark crusaders, and if they were in trouble then the entire class probably is too. No sooner did the thought enter her mind did the entire student body flood the classroom ducking for cover under their desks as if seeking shelter from a storm. "Is everypony alright?" Miss Cheerilee frantically asked her frightened class receiving incomprehensible mutters as they all rushed to be heard. "Okay, okay class remember to keep quiet while I deal with the situation... Applebloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Bell, what's the situation?" The girls were hesitant in answering the question before noticing the even greater look of concern upon their teachers face. Applebloom finally took the initiative and stepped forward to answer. "M-m-m-m-mmm Miss Cheerilee... there's a de-ddde-dead body in the bushes". --- Where am I? Everything was wrong. She didn't even half to open her eyes to realize this, and that was just within the first few seconds. As time passed for an unknown length she could slowly, but surely make out what disturbed her to no end. First was the abundance of noise, which was something no Otherworlder expected to hear outside of a battle. She heard the rustling of trees, the chirping of birds, and small animals running about all around her. This made her uneasy. The second issue (If you could call it that) is that everything smells nice. She was used to the stale, ancient, and all around lifeless scents of the Otherwolrd. But here? A hundred different smells bombarded her nose like explosive shells from her rival denizens of her native realm. She wasn't quite sure how to even describe a majority of the scents. This left her disoriented. The third and most bizarre problem was, well... she felt. Wrong. She couldn't feel her claws, her feet, and pretty much anything she was used to, except her wings and horns. What was worse was that she had additions and alterations to her form. Her body felt felt compact and mangled, some sort of soft material covered her entire body, even lying underneath her clothes (which would make her blush if she were truly juvenile). To to it all off, a protrusions sprouted from what she was sure to be a tail of all things sticking from the base of her... backside. This left her disturbed. Despite all of these changes, one stinging enigma pushed all these bizarre instances to a far corner of her mind. The only detail she was concerned with at that moment was finding the answers to 'what in oblivion just happened?' and the million dollar question... Where is Yomi? She had her. Trial after trial, time after time, she would have Yomi in her claws ready to become whole again, to be strong, to truly be the Dead Master, until the blue eyed nuisance showed up right out of the... blue, and put an end to her greatest desire. Now? She had found a way to go by unnoticed, had Yomi in her clutches. AND THEN, get blasted by a rainbow into some place she had yet to even lay eyes on. As if being hugged to death was bad enough, now she has to worry about killer rainbows and alien environments. This left her extremely pissed off. How DARE she betray me again. It was I who took her loneliness away, I who warned her of that other girls intentions to her so call best friend, I who told her that MATO would never recip- "Hello? Are you okay miss?" -------- "Mm- Mato"? This bad, excruciating, and just plain bizarre. I can handle that, that, that parasites domain, but this is something else, something unkown. Yomi had a feeling that most girls, especially those who are younger, would be more open to the idea of being transformed into a small, brightly colored unicorn in a lovely forest, but then again most girls didn't have a psychotic doppelganger who tries to possess them every other night. Unfortunately for her, said unicorn was mostly covered in dirt from learning how to walk on four hooves, the forest was dark mysterious are broody, and her would be colorful coat was mostly obscured by her school uniform. Also covered in dirt. I don't wear this all the time, do I? Despite her current appearance, She was more concerned about the unknown forest she was currently wandering in. Every bush seemed to be hiding something that she figured was not friendly in the least, which was a complete contrast to the Otherworld save for one inhabitant. Back in the depressing, barren wasteland there was nothing stretching as far as the eye could see except for ruined buildings and tombstones. This place was hiding anything it could in every nook and cranny available, and it was only a matter of time before trouble finds her. Thrash, Thrash "he-hello?" A figure made its way from the shrubs of the forest and regarded Yomi in a calculative manner, but not unfriendly either. The new being was about an inch or two higher than Yomi, covered with black and white stripes from head to toe. Is that a, a Zebra? Yomi subconsciously took note note of a spiral image adorned on its flank. "Young school mare, what are you doing out here? no need to look confused and full of despair, for I can take you to my hut that is near. " ---- I don't see her anywhere Rock. Then we keep looking. We should have found her by now. We will soon Mato. I just hope it's not too- uh, do you hear that? Black rock shooter had no time to evade the cause of the invasive sound as she was soon blanketed in a bizarre rainbow. Yards away a pair of gray eyes observed the scene with vast curiosity. ...Strange.