While Mike looked at blog posts, I thought I’d entertain myself with deviantart pictures. I especially loved looking up Doctor Whooves and Derpy pictures. They’re probably my favorite ship in the fandom. I quickly flew through all the r34 images and found some adorable drawings of them that I would probably put as my desktop at some point soon. Although, the picture I found of Derpy and Celestia sitting at a table with one muffin between them was pretty adorable too. I set that as my desktop.
I quickly realized I had been looking at art for hours. It was almost three in the afternoon. Sighing, I stood up and trotted over to Mike, who was sitting on the couch with a dell notebook in his lap. “Hey Mike, find anything?”
Mike shrugged. “Yeah actually, I replied to a few posts asking about they’re situation but they haven’t- HOLY SHIT!”
I jumped back as he abruptly yelled. “What? What is it?” I asked, glancing at the screen. But he wasn’t looking at the screen. He was staring at me with wide eyes.
“Um…since when did you get bangs and frosted tips?”
Confused, I quickly went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Sure enough, my hair was now tinted blonde and had grown bangs, miraculously. “What the fu…” I muttered for the third time in less than twenty four hours.
Mike quickly came to my side, looking at my newly colored hair. “It doesn’t look too bad. Dunno how it happened but it doesn’t look too…wait…whoa. Either I’m tripping or your eyes just changed color.”
I widened my eyes, leaning closer to the mirror. My eyes somehow changed from green to gold. “How…that’s not possible. Can eyes be gold? Well…maybe, but they can’t just change color randomly! I…don’t think.”
I continued to stare into the mirror when something caught my eye. Something was moving in my hair…no… “Mike, look. My hair’s changing color right now.”
I held up a strip of hair, half of it blonde and the other half brown. The blonde was slowly moving up the hair until it was completely blonde. “Whoa! Dude, that’s creepy.” He quoted.
I sighed, leaning towards the mirror to look at my eyes again. “I don’t know what’s going on Mike. I…this is freaking me out. Hair doesn’t just…just…ugh!” I groaned as my eyes started to cross again, sitting on the toilet seat with crossed arms.
“Janet, calm down. It’s alright. We’ll figure this out. We’ll…Janet…why is my hair suddenly in my face?”
I looked up, trying my best to see clearly through my crossed eyes. But what I could see made my eyes widen. “I think…you’re hair’s turning blue. And growing.”
Mike quickly turned to the mirror, gasping at what he saw. My eyes finally corrected, and I too gawked at his newly colored hair. The tips of his hair were blue and neon blue, alternating in strange stripes. His hair now reached below his chin on one side and right at his chin on the other side of his face. I stood up from my seat on the toilet, getting a closer look at the mirror. Sure enough, his eyes were now magenta.
“Janet…eyes can’t be pink. That’s fucking impossible. Why do I now look like a humanized, rule 63 Vinyl Scratch?!”
“I don’t know!” I screamed. Groaning, I sat down on the toilet seat again, burying my head in my hands. “What are we going to do? What is happening to us?”
“I have no idea.” Mike said, pulling himself up onto the bathroom sink to sit, while still looking at his reflection in the mirror. “How do you think we should deal with this?”
I heaved a sigh, lifting my head up to look at him. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t know…but I know you look like an awesome cosplayer right now.”
Mike turned to me with a glare, but quickly started laughing. “I guess I do, don’t I? And so do you.” He said. I glanced at the mirror, eyes widening as my hair continued to turn more yellow-blonde as time went by.
I finally stood up, walking out of the bathroom and back to my computer. Though my walking felt a bit off. I glanced down, seeing that I was walking on my toes. That wasn’t the strangest thing that happened that day of course.
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I sat at the computer, watching some of my favorite classic fan made pony videos. My earbuds were in my ears as I listened to Rainbow Factory.
”But with all great things comes a great responsibility. That of Cloudsdale’s being-“
The song suddenly stopped in one of my ears as the ear piece fell out. Sighing, I reached down to pick it up off the floor, reaching to the side of my head to put it back in. But, for some reason, there was no ear to put the ear phone in. “What the-“As I spoke, I realized I wasn’t getting any hearing from that side of my head either. Suddenly, I could hear clearly again. But I still couldn’t find my ear. Yes, that sounded strange. But I really couldn’t.
“Hey Janet!” Mike yelled, my ear turning slightly so I could hear him clearly “More people are trying to contact one of the people who made a blog post about getting a cutie mark!”
I gasped at the realization…my ear moved. But I couldn’t feel it at the side of my head. My other ear bud suddenly fell out as well. No…please no…don’t tell me…
I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, screaming at the sight. Mike ran in at the sound of my scream. “Janet, what happ-HOLY-“
Atop my head were two gray horse ears. “How the hell is that possible? My human ears are gone! I have pony ears instead of human ears!” I yelled.
“Derpy, calm down, there’s…there’s gotta be a reason this is happening to us.” Mike said, still staring at my horse ears.
“It doesn’t mean it’s not fucking weird! I have horse ears! Mike, I have horse ears…on my head…and they’re real. I’m hearing out of them. This is messing with my hearing. I can move them!” I said, demonstrating by folding them to my head and moving them from side to side.
“I know, just…we’ll figure this out.” Mike sighed, walking out of the bathroom and into the living room. I eventually followed him, feeling my pony ears and sighing. It was still really weird, and I didn’t like it. I sat down on the couch beside him, my eyes widening. “What? What is it now?” He asked
I stood up, reaching my hand down the back of my pants. “What the hell are you doing?” Mike asked, chuckling softly.
“I think I have a-yep, I do.”
“A what?” Mike asked, standing up as well.
I sighed, pulling out a blonde tuft of hair. “A tail.”