Dear Diary
My life is fine. Well, it was fine. I have enough friends, an awesome girlfriend, an all right job, and a big enough apartment now. It is fi- No. It was fine. It was fine, until, I went through my morning routine.
Awake?
Check.
Not wanting to get up?
Check.
Gaping hole in my palm?
Check.
Wait, what?
Yeah, it was fine.
-Chris Allis
-x-
Now, I've always been a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, even though it ended five years ago. That season five finale was, well, horrible. My favorite pony, if you could call her a pony, is Queen Chrysalis. She just caught my attention, the way no other pony did, and that two tone voice… god if only my girlfriend had it. That’d be, as Rainbow Dash says, ‘Awesome!’
My secret wish was to somehow meet her, or better yet, be her. But after I noticed this hole in my palm on my 25th, I had a mixed response to it. I was joyous that my fantasy may be coming true, yet at the same time, I feared it because I didn't know how the hell it got there in the first place.
Did I go out and get drunk and get a doctor to cut out half my palm? No. Even if I did, not only would’ve the doctor not allowed it, but it’d still be in bandages. So that is ruled out.
Did I drill it out myself with some form of drill head? No. There is now way I’d be stupid enough to do that, even if I was drunk. So that’s ruled out.
There is only one way to explain this: I’ve clopped to pictures of her enough times that I’ve started to look like her.
I do the most logical thing I can think of; prod at it. It doesn't hurt, and it seems like the hole was always meant to be there. I poke my finger through and feel a new sensation as the new nerves on the inside of the hole feel my finger. At the same time it feels weird because my finger was never meant to do that, yet it did.
It’s like when you try to go through glass so clear you cannot see it, yet you get stopped, except the opposite is happening. My brain is trying to comprehend what is going on, but it is too illogical. I mean, a dirty great big hole appearing in the middle of my palm overnight? Not even my girlfriend would do that, and she has done some pretty mean tricks on me.
I’m not sure why I hang around her, but I do. It’s probably the same reason that I like chrysalis. I just do.
I couldn't let her see it because, what would she think? Seriously, Jessie seeing her boyfriend with a great big hole in the middle of his hand is not going to go down well. I'm surprised myself at how my fingers manage to still work when most of my palm is gone. If I go to see a doctor, what'd they think? Would I be considered a freak to the public? Would I be dumped by the only true girlfriend I ever had?
-x-
I decide to do a full body anatomy on myself. Jessie is out for the day, so she won’t care. I strip down to my jocks and take a look at myself. There are several more holes near my ankles, forearms, and calves. They all seem to look almost natural looking. They all vary in size, but none seem to be bigger than 5 or 6 centimeters across. I’m turning into freakin’ Chrysalis! How awesome is that? Oh, wait, there may be a slight chance that I may not be becoming chrysalis. Damn.
I’m halfway through dressing myself when I hear Jessie pull up into our driveway. And I hear her car scrape the fence. Again. I swear I have only six millimeters clearance on either side of that driveway; it’s that bloody thin. Then again, Jessie sometimes says that a tank would be smaller than our car. I know she’s only joking, but still, I agree we need a smaller car.
I quickly finish dressing myself and get out of the bathroom. Jessie finds it curious as to why I rushed out like that, as do I. Oh well, life is life, and what is done cannot be undone. Or something along those lines anyways. Yeah, I never understood it either.
She asks me how my morning was. I’m a terrible liar, and tell her that it was good. She instantly picks it up that I’m lying and asks some more questions. I crack under the pressure and tell her about the hole. She thinks it is just a joke until I show her the one in my hand. As I expected, she screams. And runs. I try to explain it to her best I could, but she just keeps on trying to get away from me.
I leave her alone and eventually she calms down and decides to get a better look at the thing.
‘So,’ she asks, ‘how’d it happen?’
‘I don’t know,’ I say to her.
‘Seriously, how?’
‘I told you, I don’t know. There are more too.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, there are around 7 or so others.’
I show her the others. She gasps. ‘Do, do they hurt?’
‘No,’ I tell her.
‘Well, can you explain them?’
‘Y’know the changelings from My Little Pony?’ I ask her.
‘Sort of,’ she responds.
‘Well, I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think I am turning into one.’
‘That’s… crazy’ I knew she’d say that.
‘I know, but it seems the only logical explanation.’
-x-
After our chat I decide to have a light nap, but not before she gives me my birthday present. It’s a plushy of the changeling queen herself. And I love it. I thank her then go lie down. I need to clear my thoughts and just try to think up an explanation to this hole business. I head to my room, where the walls are painted a dark gray, and the curtains are a cerulean with holes cut into them, just like Chrysalis’s hair. And my bedspread is a picture of Chrysalis with the caption, ‘ALL HAIL THE QUEEN’ written under it. I let the sandman do his work and soon I am sleeping away.
I decide to get up, and find out I’ve only had a 40-minute nap. Oh well, I feel well rested, especially after finding out about those ho- oh, right. The holes. Meh, at least they haven’t been seen by the public eye just yet. Either way, I’ve decided to keep a low profile for now, just to play it safe. That means that I will not leave the house. I’ll just stay out of sight. For now.