A/N I know you hate me, but it’s okay. Just read.
“Ugh… it feels like Ah drank too many glasses of hard cider…”
I groggily looked up from my laid down position. I found myself in a dark room, smelling of many animals. It was small and wet. Wow, where am Ah? I thought, rising from my prone position. I slipped and fell on my unbalanced feet. Why can’t Ah balance mahself? Why can Ah not remember anything?
I finally stood up, my legs almost groaning in protest. I looked around again, this time for an exit. The only one I could see was stairs. I took a step forward only to face plant on the ground. Why am Ah having such a hard time? Ah’ve been doing this my whole life…haven’t Ah? Why can’t Ah remember anything!? Let me review what Ah now about me: Mah name is…uh… gosh darnit Ah don’t know! Ah feel like breaking down and crying!
I looked up at the hat that was on my head. It was made out of straw and it looked like a cowboy hat. Hmm… maybe this holds some clues… I stood up again and tilted the hat off of my head. It’s a…Stetson. Yeah, that’s what it’s called. Ah guess that explains the southern drawl. I looked at my orange colored body. I turned to get different views of myself. I had a trio of apples on my hips/butt area. What a weird tattoo… apples…apples…hmm… I mentally shrugged and practiced walking. It became easier and easier as I continued. Ah guess Ah need to get good at this. It’ll probably be important walking. I snorted to myself at the joke as I kept walking. After about ten minutes, I was pretty good at it. Well, let’s try the stairs. I headed to the stairs when I started to hear footsteps. Crap. Why do Ah get a bad feeling about this?
“…on the rabbit and the dog. Hopefully the screaming guy died. He was probably in a lot of pain.” I froze as I saw a person walk down the very stairs I walking to, muttering to himself. He walked over to a light switch and flipped it on. He turned towards a newly revealed table and picked up a clipboard. Then he started singing an oddly familiar song.
“Winter wrap-up, winter wrap-up! Let’s finish our holid-“ He froze as he stood in front of an empty chair. “Holy shit. He disappeared.” He observed. He turned around, probably to check for the missing person.
That’s when he spotted me.
I stood frozen while he did too. He dropped his clipboard and his jaw hung loosely. We stood there like that for what could have been hours but probably were only a few moments. I thought I could break the ice. “Uhh… hi there!” The person turned white and passed out.
“Well shoot! He’s a shy one.” I stated, actually quite shaken. Am Ah the only one of mah kind? Am Ah a freak? Maybe Ah’m rare or somethin’. Ah just wish he would wake up so Ah could ask some questions about myself.
I laid down the only way I knew how: flopping over. I actually felt really tired. I decided to take a quick nap on the floor.
I woke up to the sound of talking. I lazily opened my eyes. “Few more minutes Big Mac…” I said without really knowing it, shutting my eyes once more.
“….jack? Applejack? Applejack, are you awake?” I heard from beside me.
“Ah said few more minutes Big Mac!” I said, more angrily than before. It’s the weekend for Pete’s sake! I slowly opened my eyes again to the sight of a white basement and a man standing above me, looking excited about something.
Suddenly, my mind felt like it had been clouded by something. Oh mah gosh! How long did Ah nap? Who’s Big Mac?! Who’s Applejack? Who’s that man? I opened my mouth to say something, but the man shook his head. “It’s okay Applejack, you need your rest.”
A few things were running through my head at this point.
1. Is Applejack mah name?
2. Is Big Mac someone Ah know?
3. How in hell does this man know my theoretical name?
4. Am Ah going crazy?
I stared at the man. “Who’s Applejack?”
He furrowed his brow and wrote something down on a clipboard. “So do you know who you are?” He asked, pointing his pencil at me. I shook my head as a reply. Ah think Ah’m some sort of test subject. By the way he’s actin’, Ah’m pretty important. He looked over my body more, checking each detail. I blushed as he looked below my stomach, but I had no idea why. He lingered in that area, tapping his chin with his pencil. Then he wrote something down. Hmm…
Then he sat down in his chair. I took this opportunity to ask some questions about myself, since it seemed he knew me.
“’Scuse me mister, but who am Ah?”
The man sighed and looked down at his hands. He looked downcast.
“I wish I could tell you. I really do. But, alas, I cannot. It would probably put your brain in like some sort of shut down mode. Why? Well, I can’t tell you that either. The only way you can get your memory back is to have objects that might trigger some chemic…memories.”
I scrunched my muzzle as a response, but he looked smart enough to trust. Plus, he knew me and how to get me to do what he wants. Ah best comply. When Ah’m stronger Ah’ll confront him. He stood up and beckoned for me to follow. He walked towards the stairs, and then up them. I hesitated at the looming challenge. Today’s gonna be a looooooong day. Or night. Ah have no clue. I sighed to myself as I began my journey of self-discovery and perhaps loathing by going up the stairs.