While sitting inside the small classroom, I had one big thought. Chemistry class sucked! Even though the stuff inside was dangerous I found very little use of knowing what home chemicals can mix and explode. I learned that crap two years ago when I was thirteen and even then I didn’t use it for anything! With some of these clowns that knowledge it would only led to a busy night for Firefighters.
Forced by sheer boredom I began doodling. Something that even over my many years of Jumping I never improved (except when I went into Jane by Design but it still sucked). I had no friends to sneak notes to, or email, or text or however they do it. Plus, I don’t need friends for what I do. I just need partners in crime, that’s what I call the people I meet on Jumps, all of which are very nice. Plus, I know when their word can be trusted simply by watching the show!
Now what I was doodling could be a baby dragon with cute big eyes but it still needed something else. So, I arranged her scales in the way of Babs Seed, I colored it with the dark blue marker I had stored inside my pink sparkly pen case. This little cutie would be adorable.
You know, once it was done and a more professional artist got to it.
It didn’t take long anyhow. Soon I had created a baby dragon with dark blue hair, dark purple scales and the shining dark blue eyes and delicate lashes made for a girl, the rest of her was in the color I’m pretty sure was lilac.
*RING*
Moving as fast as my legs would take me I rushed out of class, the doodle in hand. I always made sure to be packed at least a minute before the bell rang so I could get to my locker before the Bellingham girl showed up. She always tried to engage me in some boring conversation about some crap.
Frankly I don’t have time for friends in this universe.
You heard me right. I said this universe.
One of my, I guess you would call it a hobby, hobbies was ‘jumping’ into other dimensions deep within my own in which the portals are books, TV and, on a rare occasion, some idiots terribly written Creative Story. I still think he deserved a D, a clock that’s only right twice a day until daylight savings? Worst fake year of my life.
I praised whatever holy being watched over me. Bellingham wasn’t at her locker so I had like maybe 20 seconds before she showed up. Free Period had just started so I guess could jump to a place for a while, maybe Castle or some Psych. I’m sure one of those idiots needs my help again.
“Morgan!” Damn it. I slammed my locker and quickly ran toward the library before Bellingham caught up with me.
"Thank God." I said as I hid behind one of the displays inside the library. Looking at the dragon I drew I thought of that weird show I saw awhile back.
My Little Pony had become a favorite for me in the week I’ve been watching it. While I jump I manage to get some cash so whatever I gathered I used to buy; TV shows, music and new clothes from these shows. Half of it was Brony stuff as of late.
But strangely while I was halfway thru Season One, the screen on my iPhone went blank. The battery was fully charged, I had a good internet connection so I know it wasn’t any of those.
“What the fudge?” I only swore when someone that couldn’t tell my parents was nearby. In the same way a child steals from the cookie jar when the parents are gone.
Then I felt something pulling at my chest. The feeling I was got before I was ‘pulled’ into a show instead of jumping into it. Which always led to my save shoved in dirt or covered in blood. That reminds me, I should totally go see Darce this weekend. I need to update my fighting anyway.
As I watched the screen fade away, my world became black
“My head.” I groaned. My world was still black from my eyes being closed. I was kinda scared to open them. Using my other less fearful senses I heard birds tweeting and smelt green grass. “What happened to me?”
I fearfully opened my eyes.
Smurfity smurf smurf smurf
I was a freakin’ pony.
I was a freakin' pony!
I WAS A FREAKIN' PONY!
Okay. Don't panic Morgue. You've woken up as weirder. Like the one time you woke up a fish, or a deer, or a Barbie . It can't be that bad...
Wait... me. A pony? What show had technicolor ponies.
I'M IN EQUESTRIA!
Normally, a pegasister would be freaking out about being in Equestria thanks to the cosmos. But I knew otherwise.
Time to see which of the three I am.
Carefully standing up from my fearful form on the ground, I lifted a hoof to my head.
Hit something. Unicorn, at least I can use magic.
Turning around to check my cutiemark, I wanted to kill whomever decided to give it to me. To burn whatever celestial being designed the cutiemarks and all it lackeys that work for it.
It was a brown cover book with old pages, open wide for all to see. But what made me angry was that a blue and white jump rope wrapped around the freakin' thing!
If that isn't a cause to kill somepony then I don't know what is.
My fur looked raspberry in color, kinda weird. Moving my tail towards my line of sight...
My hair is blue. Dad is going to kill me.
The blue of my mane (yep two colors, fate has signed my death warrant) was royal blue with silver streaks in it. Otherwise it looked the same as my hair on Earth.
Then the pain it.
It was worst than when I died in that Saw movie. Each bone felt like it was broken, fixed, then broken again. My muscles felt like the were torn off and chewed like bubblegum for a teething child then put back onto my body with glue from hell.
So much pain.
I shoved my hooves in my mouth to keep the screaming quiet, it did an okay job. After a minute or so the pain seemed to vanish.
First thing, find a spell that nulls the pain.
Second thing, find out where in Series I am.
Third thing, Get Back Home.
Beginning the trot towards the pony town, I tried to get a good enough mind set. Everypony. Anypony. Nopony. It should be fairly simple. Everypony. Anypony. Nopony.
I was so focused on the mantra I bumped into a familiar cream colored pegasus.
“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!” A voice said as I checked my coat for bruises.
Believe it or not, bruises are the only things that stay on my body when I jump back home. I can only take something back if I’m holding it and I’m pretty sure I can’t hold a broken arm.
That reminds me, I need to check up on the guys in the Matrix. Wonder how Neo’s doing right about now.
“Miss are you alright?” Crap, I remembered a fourth thing.
Make a Pony name.
“Huh? Oh, me. Um...yeah. I’m alright. No broken bones.” I assured the pegasus.
“Oh thank goodness. I don’t know what I’d do if I had hurt you.” Fluttershy cried. I patted a dark pink hoof on her back.
How did she bump into me yet I’m the one consoling her?
“It’s alright. I’m fine Miss. Didn’t catch your name...” I lied.
“Fluttershy, my name is Fluttershy. Are you sure you’re not hurt?” She asked me. Caretaker instincts.
“Yes Fluttershy. I can’t feel any broken bones, you barely hit me hard enough to cause any.” I assured again.
“Oh, okay. Could you...um...tell me... your name?”
Think think. Think you idiot!
I’m screwed.
“Raspberry...” Coat color, creative. I guess I could go with something I’m good at next. “Stardust.” Wtf?
“Raspberry Stardust, that’s a strange name... oh but no offense!” She corrected.
“Uh no problem, say could you tell me what big event is coming up?” Anything but the Summer Sun Celebration I beg of you!
“Okay, the Summer Sun Celebration is in three days.” I outwardly groaned. I was in the first episode? That’s another 52 I have to go thru and then all the episodes that are premiering in three days! “Is that wrong? Are you sure you didn’t get hurt from when I bumped into you?”
Curse you gift. Placing me in the beginning of all of this nonsense. If you give me an element I swear to God I will kill you. Even though I have little to no desire to kill anything, I will bring my sister into the mix and have her kill you, you understand?!
Oh, wait. Fluttershy asked me a question.
"No. Everything is fine, just making sure I have the right date. Wouldn't want anymore confusion." I laughed. "Anyway, have a nice day."
Quickly turning back, I started running only to have Fluttershy stop me.
"Maybe I should take you home...just to be sure you're alright." She said.
Woah, she can fly. Now I wish I had wings.
"Fine." I submitted. Watching the series has taught me that if Fluttershy wanted to help somepony it was going to get done.
Thankfully, one of the things I have installed in my memory is my home address so I guided Fluttershy towards it.
For anyone reading my life story which I shall write when I am most likely in old age or my death bed, allow me to clarify. When I arrive in a new Jump, I automatically know three things; basics of backstory, special abilities and address.
It looked a little like my house at home. More colors though. Trotting inside, I showed Fluttershy that I was fine.
“There, see? I’m fine. You can go back to your home now.” I said.
“Okay-” Fluttershy started.
“Mommy!” A voice yelled from somewhere else in the house.
“You have a little filly?” Fluttershy asked. I turned back to her, very confused.
“Ugh...” Hearing little pounding sounds, I turned to at least see what the little filly looked like.
When she arrived at the final steps.
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It was the drawing.
The drawing was alive.
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I. Am. So. Dead!