It was a beautiful sunny day in Toronto. The skies were crystal clear with the brilliant sun beaming down, heating everything with it's warm embrace. Birds were singing and the bright, vibrant colours of the city were brought to life.
Connor was walking down the street, casually humming a tune and enjoying the suns warm embrace. He, soon enough, found his way home, unlocked his door and entered. He closed the door behind him and instantly made his way to the couch.
Connor quickly jumped on the plush couch and clicked on the T.V.
He took a bit of time to reflect: he was about 18 years old and had an amazing job that payed well, a nice house with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and laundry room and was currently in a relationship with the best, beautiful girl that ever existed. There was just one small problem though:
He hated it.
All of it.
He gridded his teeth together just thinking about it. He didn't mind that his job allowed him to maintain a decent lifestyle, that he had a nice house and a nice girl. But, to him, it was all so BORING! If this was all life had to offer him, than it wasn't very much. He wanted to have fun; see the world, enjoy himself and have some interesting stories to tell. But he didn't have enough money or time to do so.
He groaned in boredom as the news came on and did one of his favourite pass times: channel surfing. As dozens of programs flew past his eyes, one specific one caught his attention.
It was a program about gods: all powerful deities that could level cities with a flick of their wrist. They kept peace and balance for all creation and had limitless amounts of power. These kind of things made him grin and made his vast imagination run rampant as he visualized himself as one of these beings.
He turned of the T.V and sighed. "What I'd do for that kind of power," Connor muttered to himself as he slowly picked himself up off the couch. "I'd have limitless amounts of power, enough strength to level mountains and finally be capable of escaping this hell hole people call 'a living.'"
Connor slowly made his way upstairs to his bathroom to take care of some 'business' and quickly gazed at himself in the mirror. What looked back was his usual self: messy brown hair people often mistake for black, deep emerald green eyes and some fuzz beginning to grow on his upper lip. 'I need to shave.' He thought to himself as he proceeded to do his business before proceeding downstairs and glance at his watch which proudly displayed the time of 6:30 pm.
"6:30 huh?" Carter said to himself in thought. He glanced outside and noticed the sun was nearly at the point of setting and shrugged. "Yeah, I can go for a walk."
Connor enjoyed his walks. They were the one thing he could actually look forward to in his day. Today, he decided to take a stroll through a park next to his house and, perhaps, watch the sunset. The thought of taking a casual stroll brought a small smile to his face and, soon enough, was out the door and making his way to the park.
The park was an amazing place to enjoy a simple stroll: large trees covered the landscape and blocked out most of the suns rays, deep twisted roots sprang up every so often giving people a common, irritating obstacles in the road, and to end it off, a large clearing at the end with an old, lone willow tree providing the best view of a sunset.
Connor walked down the worn, old, dirt path enjoying the time alone to think to himself about random ideas that seemed to spring out of nothingness.
'If I could become a god what would it be?'
'Maybe a fun god?'
'No way. Thats unoriginal. Any other ideas?'
'Element god?'
'Cool... But to common. Next idea!'
'God of insanity?'
Connor raised an eyebrow at this random idea. Now that he thought about it, being a god of insanity would actually be pretty fun! Every idea had a little bit of crazy behind it, everyone had a little bit of crazy within them as well. So that meant... He would become a god that basically created the mind, made every single idea that came into existence and something enjoyable for himself as well.
'Not bad brain... Not bad at all.'
'Thanks!'
'Next order of business gentlemen?
'... I got nothing.'
'Ditto.'
'Ooh a gate!'
'Look a falling leaf... Wait. A gate?'
Connor glanced to his left and sure enough, right before him stood a small wooden gate leading directly into a tree.
He raised a curious eyebrow at the odd phenomenon. He had walked down this path thousands of times and saw that tree thousands of times. That gate was never there before.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked up to the small gate and inspected it closely before trying to open it. He gave it a push and nothing happened. Than pulled it and received similar results.
Connor decided to assume that the gate was probably a pull than a push and began tugging on the small handle with more and more effort. "C'mon you son of a bitch..." He growled at the door before giving it a mighty heave and breaking the door right off the tree.
Connor held the small door in his hand as his thought process kicked in.
'Shit, shit, shit!'
'It's broken!'
'Everyone, calm your balls. On the bright side, we got the gate opened and learned it is, indeed, a push gate.'
'What about the gate? We broke it!'
'Alright. As far as anyone knows; it was broken to begin with. If anyone asks, witch they won't so don't worry, this gate looked totally broken when we first saw it, agreed?'
'Agreed.'
Connor shook the thoughts out of his head and glanced at where the gate once proudly stood. Inside of it was not what he was expecting: darkness. Not like night time darkness, but pure darkness. It seemed to ripple as he brought himself slowly closer to it. He quickly reconsidered what he was about to do and asked himself.
'All those in favour of touching the mysterious dark blob that may or may not kill me say "aye."
'Aye.'
'All those against this idea can go fuck themselves.'
'....'
'Thought so'
With his mind made up, he quickly brought a finger up to the mysterious dark blob and poked it. When he pulled his finger back out, some of the darkness was on the tip of his finger and quickly spreading to the rest of his hand, than to his arm, his chest, stomach, legs, feet, and finally his face. He finally blacked out as the darkness engulfed him entirely.
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Darkness... That was all Connor could see: empty, cold, endless darkness. He blinked in fascination.
'Am I... Dead?' He thought to himself as he stared into the abyss. Eyes peering around in hopes of finding anything to show he was alive, anything to escape the darkness, but was only greeted by more of the endless black.
'So... I found some random, dark ball thing and it turns out it kills me?'
'Sounds about right'
'Alright... The people who were against this idea can stop fucking themselves I suppose.'
'... Do you hear something?'
'Yeah... Sounds like... voices?'
Connor focused his ears more intently and listened. As a matter of fact: he could hear voices. Not in his own head, but actually outside voices. Very faint, but they were there: witch gave Connor hope that he was not dead.
"How..... Doctor?"
"Still alive....... Unconscious....... may wake up in......... minute."
A bright beacon light shone into the darkness, drawing Connor like a fat kid to a cheese burger. The light grew more and more intense until he was looking around a room.
The room was bleached white. No matter where he looked, He saw the same boring colour all over the room. The only place that didn't hold the sickening white colour, was the window, which held the bright sun witch was too hard to look at. Than there were the horses in front of him... Wait... That doesn't sound correct...
He glanced directly in front of him and saw seven equines standing before him. Each of them looked like a colour out of a box of crayons. Brown, orange, cyan, lavender, yellow, pink, and white: horrible, dreadfully bland white.
'Odd...' Connor thought to himself. Besides the fact that there are horses directly in front of me, I never think this way. I suddenly hate the colour white even more now... And now I have the urge to rip off her skin...'
'NO! No, no, no, no! Not making a mess yet!
Connor stared at the ponies and they stared back. Time ticked on ever so slowly. The feeling of anticipation was so thick, someone could cut it with a knife... No, a bodybuilder would have to cut it with a hunting knife, that was how thick it was.
'SOMEONE DO SOMETHING DAMMIT!!!!'
His pleas were somehow heard as the lavender pony, a unicorn/pegasus mix by the looks of it, stepped forward and spoke.
"Hi. I'm Twilight Sparkle. And who might you be?"