Chapter 3
/Perspective Amos/
I woke up because the sun made me wake up. So with a moan that could scare a zombie I got up and looked at my new room. And I must admit it was the plainest room I have ever seen. The walls were a light, light brow, the floor was wood, which is okay but it wasn’t mahogany nor bamboo and there for unacceptable, all the furniture was grey and the door was white.
“This needs to change now.” At the snap of my fingers the room was now a tea leaf green and the floors turned from wood to bamboo, all the furniture now had a Japanese feel to them, there were swords decorating the walls and picture frames that had Japanese writing in them.
“Better.” I said out loud to no one. I then went to the bathroom I had installed to see how well it worked if at all. Much to my surprise and joy it did. So I took a nice warm shower brushed my teeth and all that jazz, I didn’t shave though. When I’m on vacation I like to grow out my facial hair, makes me look manlier I think. I put on a plain navy blue tee, some dark blue jeans and then put on some sneakers. After I finished putting on all the clothes I realized I could have just snapped my fingers and changed instantly.
Moving on to the rest of the house, after calling myself stupid a few time, I saw it had the same feel as my room only without the swords on the walls and more picture frames with Japanese writing in them. It looked awesome.
I went in to the kitchen next for something to eat, like I would do anything else in a kitchen, made myself some toast with some bread that was on the counter already. I was in the middle of eating when I heard someone knock on the front door. I was surprised they came so fast I guess it might have been the new path to a strange building thing. I readied myself for anything, with the exhale of a deep breath walked two the door cracked it open slowly so as not to surprise the being on the other side.
“Hello?” I called out to my visitor.
“Hi my names Ditzy Doo, but some pony’s call me Derpy. I’m here to add your house to my mail route.” She said happily.
I looked through the peep hole and saw a 5:10 bipedal pony with grey fur and wings, blond hair and tale, with gold eyes that were crossed…. Moving on she was wearing a mail carrier’s uniform and had a dig duffle bag with letters sticking out of it. Not exactly what I was expecting but this is probably for the best.
“Hey, my names Amos, it nice to meet you Ditzy.” I said through the door I was still hiding behind. I didn’t want to scare of a potential friend just because I’m ugly. I need more self-esteem
“Cool name I don’t think I’ve ever heard anypony with that name before.”
Ok this is it, go time, the make or break moment. “Well that’s because I’m not a pony.” I said calmly.
“Oh are you a Griffin then or maybe a Zebra?”
‘Sigh’ “No I’m neither”
“Well what are you then Mr. Mystery Guy?” she said in a playful tone.
“Promise you won’t be scared or make fun of me.” I said trying to appeal to her sense of pity or maybe so she can sympathies me or not be scared if she pities me. Maybe I’m over thinking this. I hope was doesn’t freak-out or something.
Her face went through a few emotions after I said that but the one that stayed was a look of pure determination.
“I Promise on my honor as a mailmare I will not make fun of you or be scared of you based on the way you look.” She said with a puffed out chest full of pride.
“Okay.” I said quietly.
She looked adorable when she did that little performance, I couldn’t hold back a smile because of how hard she trying to gain some trust from me. With another deep breath I started to open the door. When she saw me her eyes uncrossed and went focused. She looked a little scared but was trying to put on a brave face.
“What are you?”
“Well I’m a human.” I say nonchalantly.
She wasn’t saying anything after that and it was getting awkward. I had to say something.
“Yeah I know I’m ugly.” I said in a joking manner with a slight chuckle.
Her eyes went even wider then I thought was possible, then she tried to apologize.
“N no… I no… I didn’t mean that...”she stuttered, and then she started to tear up. I didn’t mean to make her upset; now I feel like the biggest jerk alive.
I was going to say something to cheer her up, but was cut off by the hug/tackle I was given by the mare, who was currently saying a seemingly endless stream of “I’m sorry” into my chest.
I was a bit shocked that she was this emotional; I’m going to have to use a more careful approach when making fun of myself in the future. I started to pat her on the back before just surrendering and giving her a big hug back saying lots of “its okay’s” and “really its okay”. About 5 or 7 minutes passed by like that, it was really awkward but not bad, it was… nice.
Eventually she got up and looked like she was ashamed of being scared of me which made me assume she got made fun of a lot, maybe because of her eyes, which made me upset that she had thought that Id insult her, but not unexpected. It just goes to show it doesn’t matter where you go bullies are everywhere. When I got up looked at her and gave a big hug then let her go. This was one of the strangest introductions I had ever given; I have a feeling that we are going to be great friends.
“That was…. Interesting, you have some really strong arms you know.” I said while rubbing one of my arms.
“hehe… yeah, being a mailmare means I have to lift heavy stuff all the time. Um I sorry it’s just that I get made fun a lot because of my eyes being the way they are.” She said sadly. She looked like she was going to cry.
‘Well that confirms my suspicions.’ I thought to myself.
“Like I said a hundred times before its okay and there is nothing wrong with your eyes, the people that make fun of you are just jealous that they don’t have eyes as interesting or as pretty as yours.” I said smiling.
“Th...Thanks. That means a lot.” She said cheering up and blushing a bit at the ‘pretty’ comment about her eyes.
“Do you want some water or a something to eat?” I asked
“Yes please. And if it’s not too much trouble a muffin would be really nice.”
“No problem at all.” I was about to snap my fingers when a thought hit me.
“What’s your favorite kind of muffin?” I asked
“Oh their peanuts butter smore’s!!!” she replied excitedly.
I smiled, snapping my fingers and having a fresh batch of peanuts butter smore muffins appear on a tray with a glass of ice cold water in my hand, and handed them to her. Meanwhile her jaw was on the floor and her eyes straight and wide, again.
“Are you ok?” I asked out of concern that I might have broken her.
“How?” she said almost in a whisper.
“How what?” I asked, like I didn’t already know.
“How did you make the muffins so fast?” she asked in amazement.
“Magic?” I said with a shrug. It’s best not to tell her the whole story just yet and it’s something that I can’t really explain it myself. Plus its way easier to just call it magic and be done with it.
“That's amazing, you should talk to Princess Twilight Sparkle she’s an expert on magic and stuff like that!” she exclaimed.
“Maybe later, do you want to hang out some more or do you have stuff to do today?” I asked trying to change the subject.
Her eyes widened again. Man her eyes are big, are all pony’s eyes this big?
“Oh no I’m going to get behind schedule, I’ll talk to you later k, bye.” She said as she flew of back to the town I presumed.
“See ya later” I said waving to her.
“That went well I think” I said out loud to myself. Then a thought hit me I still haven’t seen the outside of my house.
I walked off my porch down the path to the town a bit to get a good look at the outside of my house. It has stone pillars in the corners and red brick in-between, its two stories tall, has a dark oak porch and a pecked roof. Not bad not bad at all. I don’t know how it changed from the way it looked before, and the way it looks now but then again I don’t really care as long as it’s cool looking its ok with me.
After a quick walk around my abode I walked back into my living room to watch some Full Metal Alchemist episodes that I spawned in as well as a TV, sofa, Xbox360, PlayStation 2&3, and a GameCube. While I continued my breakfast that now included a few peanut butter smore muffins. Damn they're good. I was thinking about what I was going to do later when I hear the doorbell. I hope its Ditzy so we can hang out some more she seemed really cool. I paused the show, and went for the door.
When I opened the door there were three pony mares (I figured it’s easier to just call them pony’s rather than Anthro-pony’s) standing at my door, one was my height and was purple with navy blue hair with a dark purple and pink strip in her hair, the next one was Dizty’s height and was a dark blue with…. are those stars in her hair? That's really awesome, the last one was 6'3 ft. tall and was snow white skinned , and had hair that looked similar to the dark blue one but had three strips of color in there. All three of them had horns and wings and crowns? Are they the royalty of the land? Of course they are no one just goes up to some ones house and looks like this unless they’re crazy or the real deal.
I looked past them to see an army of armed clad ponies sounding my house. Well that’s not good that’s not good at all. I looked back to the three mares in front of me and saw that the purple one was about to talk. I wouldn’t know, I was too busy shutting the door and locking it while have a panic attack.
I think I’ll just wait until Ditzy gets back to deal with this. I need someone on my side.
I’m so screwed, so very screwed.
Fin-