Will

by CosmicAfro

Will

Fanfiction Reading

I… apologize. That shabby writing up there, that was… I’ll explain that in a moment.
You may end up asking me a very simple question, and I’ll give you a simple answer. These are my thoughts, you see. No one can narrate them but I, no one can express them but I, and no one else can read them but you. That’s a privilege, not a right, dearest reader. My thoughts are on paper now, incomplete as I write them and they’ll never change.
Let’s talk thoughts. You’re likely not wondering what I’m thinking. And yet, you read. You are an odd one, dearest reader. Can you guess what I’m thinking? Probably not, I haven’t given you any context, have I? I’m currently inside of the Everfree Forest. Would you like to take a guess? Fear, trepidation, maybe an adventurous excitement? What if I said I was in a clearing?
Peace? Tranquility? Perhaps fear, again. After all, it’s what you don’t see in the clearing, or rather what I don’t, is all the more frightening. But no, it’s not fear. If you look at the words Everfree Forest and the word “fear,” you’ll see that there is no a. You cannot spell fear in the Everfree Forest. Only dispel it. Clever, I know. I thought of it just moments ago and I couldn’t resist. See? Thoughts.
You likely need more context. How about my physical state of being. Well, you could see my ribcages. I’m naked. Cold. Shivering. My only article of clothing is the remaining scroll of this piece of paper to cover my loins, but that’s just a gesture of common decency in the wilderness, isn’t it? Almost useless, like a philip’s head screwdriver for a flat screw.
So? What am I thinking? What are my thoughts? Oh, if you haven’t guessed, yes, I am human. Maybe you’ve struck up abandonment? Maybe you think, “Whatever this one has done, he may have deserved it.” Or maybe you’re already on the phone, calling 911. Right, I’m American. Was. Maybe still am? What’s the difference at this point?
Actually… it’s a bit more embarrassing than that, all of my previous answers. I’m embarrassed, you see. I’ve been caught. Trapped. Hanging upside down, blood rushing to my head. A timberwolf chased me here. It’s made me a bit loopy, you see. You’re probably thinking, “How did that happen?” Or perhaps you’re one of those, “Why should I care?”
Well, I suppose I should explain myself. You ever wonder why the Everfree Forest runs the same way as it does on Earth than in Equestria? Aside from the residents who will inevitably find me… and probably do what you might expect of them, it’s because these plants are from Earth. I found the connection you see.
It is real. You can come here. You can come back at any time, it’s not a limitation. Don’t take offers from genies, don’t look for miracle portals, it’s a simple walk through a small cave. The only problem is… well I can’t tell you where it is. It’s not because I’m being selfish. Actually, if you’re reading this, dearest reader, you have already found it, haven’t you? Waste of my remaining time that was. Forgive me, it’s becoming harder to think.
Try and cut myself down? No, I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that. I suppose I should explain how I’m hanging upside down, shouldn’t I? Well, as far as I can see, there’s one thick vine wrapped around my left and one wrapped around my right. They’re pulled apart just far enough where I can’t reach them and I admit, I’m not the most flexible fellow. Need I remind you, I’m naked. This is all I have. I was carrying this scroll and this pen. I… really should have told someone.
I was foolishly excited. I had read the stories. Studied them, actually. Make contact with Zecora, find Ponyville. It seemed like such an easy task. One I was ill-prepared for. It took one timberwolf. One, to sever my rope attached to the entrance, for back tracking and one to chase me in this damned jungle, endlessly. One, to drench my clothes in its acidic breath. One, to chew through my backpack and all of its contents. It even belched when the flare went off. All it took was one damned timberwolf.
Dear reader? How did you make it to me? I’m so very proud and perplexed. Ironically, I’m likely dead if you’re reading this. Unless I gave it to you for fun. But, just in case, could you do me a favor? If I do turn into a ghost, could you do me the favor of telling me how you got here? Just in case I’m around, is all.
Well, my hands are hurting now, one from scribbling and one for being the back surface so I can scribble on this sheet. I can’t even recall how long I’ve been writing. Seems like ages. I’m quite surprised nothing has found me thus far. Not too shabby on the writing either, I don’t see any mistakes. Then again… I can hardly see straight at all.
I’ll admit, I’m an idiot. I didn’t plan to come out this far. My rope was only made to go fifty, sixty feet from the hole. Enough to get a look around, maybe mark something with a knife, but a pouncing Timberwolf was not one of the things I expected to happen. At least, not so soon.
It makes me wonder though, the wolf was right there. Did… did it know? Does it know that humans come through here? It’s not entirely out of the question now. Actually, it may make too much sense. The wolf knew. The wolf KNEW. It must have known.

We’re doomed from the start.

Another thing. This trap? Well, something must have made it. Not the wolf. No, he’s too… brutish. Something out here is a hunter. I wonder how long until it finds me? The vines don’t look too old. This trap is recent. I wonder if I can plead innocence. I wonder if I can even plead. Will it listen to me? Try to understand?

Maybe give me some food?

Heh, maybe even be a pet. I just want to survive right now. That would be best.

I- I apologize, I haven’t been taking any of this seriously enough, have I? It’s… who I am. I never took anything seriously enough, now that I look back on it. Relationships, job, and apparently exploring. In retrospect, I always did kind of over explain everything. God, I must be annoying. This letter must be simply dreadful.
These are my thoughts, though. You can only read them, and only I can narrate them, only I can express them. I guess… I guess not every human will make it to Equestria. I… probably will not.

Shit. I ran out of ink. Well, at least I can stop writing on my hand. I-I guess I can say this letter’s now a bloody mess.
I guess that because I’m writing, I still believe I can make it. I’m foolish enough to believe so. A miracle always comes and helps the protagonist, right?

Right?

I hear something walking through the brush. Maybe this is my chance! Goodbye, D-