When Tom woke up, he was mad. Undoubtedly because his 'loving' brother had caused yet more injury to him, but he was left alone. With girls. Naked, confused, not-used-to-or-have-an-unstanding-of-human-nature girls. The roaring laughter that was inevitably his twins made his unsettled nerve worse.
It only took a few strides to his door and through the kitchen before he witnessed a completely chaotic scene. In one corner, two of the women were huddled up, tears in there eyes as they felt around their foreheads, another corner held the same except the two were feeling up and down their backs. Of the last two, the hatted one tried her best to calm down her fellow friends, while the last one with pink coloured hair shoved down pieces of baked beans on toast, using only her face. Taylor simply stood against the railing and laughed, sounding like a dying bird trying to sing its last.
Tom stomped up to his brother, grasping the collar of his shirt tightly and swinging him half over the edge. "What the hell did you do to them?!"
"It's them! It really is them!" he claimed, his voice raspy from his overused throat. "I thought maybe it was a joke at first, or maybe crazies, but it's them! IT IS FUCKING THEM!!"
At first Tom didn't react, instead just staring into the wide eyed, maniacal smile of his brother, before flipping him over the edge; sending him to fall into a small pond under the deck.
"RIGHT!" Tom started, slamming his foot onto one of the chairs to gain attention, quiet the chaos, and use the alleviated leg as a sign of command. It worked. "One of you is going to tell me right now what is going on, or you can join the idiot in swimming lessons!'
The girls were distracted from their problems, frozen before the intimidating figure who had shouted at them. One of the girls who were searching their backs crawled forward some.
"H-Hey! Don't talk to-"
"QUIET!" he commanded again, shoving his finger point-blank in her face. "I'm trying to make sense out of the nutty situation my brother has undoubtedly caused, so please don't start the whole 'how dare you hurt my friends!' crap until after this has been sorted." He pulled his finger from her and pointed to each of the girls in turn. "Now, exactly what did my brother say."
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"My name's Taylor! This guy's Tom. If you're wondering what you are, you're human. This is a dangerous place you've gotten into, full of evil things such as the monstrous vacuum cleaner, or the venomous poison spitting microwave! But please, don't worry. I am a natural survivalist in these parts, even kept my mentally challenge twin brother alive through it all, and I'll do my best to keep you safe too!
"It's going to be a dark night tonight, a time when the glowing sea monsters of metal cross by the land. It wouldn't be safe here, so follow me to a house of safety! Only there can the mighty and heroic Taylor champ keep you safe."
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"Oh dear god, why?"
Tom sat in one of the chairs, holding his head. That was definitely something Taylor would say, and of course cause mayhem.
"Hey! We should go after him!" The only one at the table said, "There are still monsters out there! He could be eaten by the sharp ringing sloblephone, or the mean ear destroyer metalhorn! You can't leave him to die, can you?" Her eyes widened, afraid she was staring at someone who would so easily abandon their sibling.
He just sighed. "Right, okay. What if I told you he was lying?"
The girl talking before gasped in a very dramatic fashion. "What! Why would he do such a thing? That's not a very nice way to treat somepony you just met! He's just lucky he didn't Pinkie swear to tell the truth or-"
"Hold up," Tom interrupted, holding up his hand, "'Somepony'? What do you mean, 'somepony'?"
But he already knew. It was at the odd night or so that Taylor would be on the only modern technological device in the house, the laptop, watching episodes of a really odd show he gained from someone he met in town. Before Tom convinced him otherwise, Taylor would constantly bug him to watch the show with him, or even by himself so he could 'enjoy the greatest thing on earth'. He gave it one try, but the story was unethical for his age and too convenient for the characters to get past the obstacles. One thing that bugged him the most was the changing from 'everyone' to 'everypony', which he found to be the most pointless and irritating thing he could possibly imagine. Now these girls, who had appeared out of nowhere, had the same hair, voices, and used 'everypony' as those characters from that show, were sitting before them. The purple shaded hair ones had been searching their foreheads, the unicorns from the show had purple shaded manes. The bright pink and rainbow girls had been searching their backs, like something feathery was missing. The last two didn't seem bothered, like they hadn't suddenly love vital appendages.
It still couldn't be them. They had to be druggies, or extremely over zealous fans, or been kidnapped and brain-controlled by very smart perverted fans. Besides, they were human. Nothing like their pony counter-parts. 'Pony counter-parts...
ponies...'
Then it hit him, like an meteor; or more precisely, hit the hill side. Last night, the shower, the crash, the creator, what was in the creator.
'Oh no.'
"That's not what you say here? Why not, it's fun to say?" The pink one, or from what Tom did remember from the show, Pinkie Pie, said.
"Well, he ain't exactly 'pony'." Stated the girl in the stetson hat, Applejack.
One of the girls in the used-to-be-unicorn corner crawled forward a bit, gotten over the loss of her horn for now. "Applejack's right, but we aren't ponies either. So I guess, technically, it shouldn't be what we say too." Twilight Sparkle.
The others, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy all looked down at their 'new' hands, sadness and more tears obvious in their eyes.
"Hey! I'm back! Who missed me?" Taylor called from the front door, covered in soaked clothes and about to wade through the kitchen in them.
"NO! Don't come inside! Go bugger off!" Was Toms immediate answer.
"What, why?"
"Because you're soaked to the bone! And if you come through the damn kitchen you'll leave water everywhere. Now go dry off somewhere where you wont break anything or cause any more trouble."
Taylor waved his arms in annoyance before pulling his index finger and middle finger at Toms vague direction and storming off.
With his brother gone, Tom quickly brought his attention back to his guests who had their focus back on him. He started to plan in his head for a few minutes, sorting out propitiates.
'Right, things to do. Feeding them looks to be fine, though I will need to clean up the dishes; clothing them is very important, I don't want someone coming in and getting the wrong idea. Then, I guess talk to them and figure if I'm right, plus get their side of the story.
It wasn't much of a list, but it got things started.
"Wait here, I'll be back in a sec." He gathered the dishes and left the six alone, placing the plates and such in the sink. Then he went to the second floor. His very presence seemed to disturb the centimeters of dust that had gathered, making the light coming from a dirtied window at the end of the hall to flicker. Tom brought his shirt collar over his mouth and continued into a door way.
In the room was an unmade moldy bed, dustier than anything else, and piles of boxes. Pressed up to the wall in the far left corner was an empty closet with mirrors for door; so much grime had built up that the mirrors were unusable now.
He didn't move from the doorway, it felt like forbidden territory in here, a place that belonged only to the past and shouldn't be disturbed. However, it was also the only place with female sized clothes. Finally he stepped in and moved some boxes, finally finding what he needed. 'Moms clothes' was written on top with faded blue marker. Tom carefully removed the tape and opened the box, relieved to find that everything inside seemed intact and free of dust.
He returned to find the girls now sitting at the table, various expressions worn by each. They all turned to confusion when he placed the box on the table, though.
"Sort through these and look for anything you like, then put it on," he instructed simply.
Pinkie Pie, the best when using her hands somehow, lifted an old shirt from the box, Tom only got more confused stares.
"Why? These things look centuries old and really lame." Rainbow Dash sniffed at the shirt and scrunched up her face. "Smell it too."
"Besides, what's wrong with not wearing clothes?" Applejack asked. " Ah mean, we don't usually wear clothes, so why now?"
Tom groaned and rubbed his face. "Of course they don't understand clothes. Another point towards being, or used to be, ponies.
Tom looked at them each in the eye, then stated clearly and simply, "Because if you don't then people will think you're crazy or looking for sex."
The crickets hopped away, unable to even breath in the intense silent atmosphere.
"What?"
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Elsewhere, Taylor was walking the road inland, smiling to himself while waiting for the sun to dry his clothes, now entering the afternoon. 'Damn, it's a great day to be me!' he began thinking to himself. 'I'm still getting over the shock. It's them! It's really fucking them!
He began to chuckle lightly, slowly growing it into a proper laugh, then going all out and making like a mad man. Sheep and cattle ran from the fence lines, growing scared of the maddening laughter of the farmer.
"So, bro, looks like you've finally lost it. Guess that collection's mine."
He snapped shut at the feminine voice, looking up at a pick-up truck that seemed to materialize out of nothing, and the female driver within.
"Sorry Kasey," Taylor replied, "Not just yet. Come by again next week."
"Hm, bummer. Anyway, what are ya doing all the way out here? Tom being a bit of a moron again?"
He snorted, crossing his arms. "Yea, kicked me out just for being a bit wet. Properly wants them all to himself."
Kasey shut-off the still running engine and leaned out the window a bit. "Keeping what to himself? Better not of blown your budget on chocolate again."
Taylor looked up and down the road for anyone listening, more for dramatic effect, and leaned in closer. "Can you keep a secret?" She nodded, "Good, because you know the mane six?"
Kasey's eyes grew wide, her face starting to beam, "You don't mean...?"
"Yes!" He all but shouted, "They're real! And at home! We found th-"
He was cut short by the metal of the car door smashing him in the face. "You're an idiot. Chances are you brought something you shouldn't of in town, again. Get in and I'll get ya home." Kasey huffed and started the engine again.
"I wonder how these two survive without me? Oh, right, they don't.'