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// A long day part 3 
// Story: My new upside-down inside-out life 
// by PhantomPhoenix 
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	So I'm just going to leave this here and see what happens.





You know now that I’m getting a good look around I’m starting to see just how colorful this place is.  I don’t like it. It makes me feel… out of place? Maybe I’m over thinking it. It’s just I feel like I should change it but I don’t want to mess with the way things are in this world but at the same time there’s a voice in the back of my head telling me to make things the way I want them to be.

Maybe I should just forget about it and focus on my walk to town.

….

“Bored now!” I say to the sky, because it will make a difference.

‘Sigh’ 

You know looking back on the way my last two interactions went with the “locals” I feel as if I should use caution or maybe some tact in my approach. 

Naaaahhhh, ill just wing it and hope for the best because I’m too lazy to come up with a good idea right now. But just to be safe I should probably not ‘bump’ into any princesses while I’m rolling into town.

Now that I think about it what was up with that white one? What was her name? Sunbutt?, no, Whitey?, no, Tia?.... sure lets go with that. 

Anyway why was she so mad at me like I punched her grandma or something? The way she acted while Luna and I talked was… off to say the least. Well at least I think it was off she could act that way all the time. 

Speaking of acting off Aberdeen was kind of odd too. I mean she is a dragon and all but come on she acted like she only talks to fish or something. Well she did say that hadn’t had a conversation in so long that she forgot her name. How old do you have to be to forget your own flipping name?! 

How far is this town? Maybe I should have use a floating platform or a jetpack or maybe- 

*(sob sob)  

Is someone crying? 

‘No it’s a weeping willow Jackass.’

Why am I so mean to me? 

I carefully walk toward the sound of the crying. There I find a white mare with dark and light blue spiky hair crouched behind a tree, I also think she has a horn. She also has what look like headphones on, weird, for some reason I thought the tech level in this world was lower because those guards only had spears and swords. Whatever I solve that mystery later right now there’s a crying girl that is in need of a big hug and some cheering up. If anyone were to ask what my one true weakness is I would have to say when a girl is crying, I just can’t stand it. 

I stroll on up and sit next to her with about 1 ½ ft of room between us, don’t want to look like a creeper, and then I poke her. She looks at me with teary, bloodshot eyes and a quivering bottom lip. 

‘Hngggggggggggg’ 

I can’t stand that face. I wrap her in my arms and hug her so tight she didn’t even have time to say anything. I don’t think she minded through because she returned the hug and use my shirt as a snot rag. I don’t really mind I’m just enjoying the hug.  

‘So much for not being a creeper.’

Don’t care giving sad girl a hug, kill yourself.

After about 5 or 8 minutes and a box of tissues later she lets go of me, I do the same; she just looks at me, smiles and says:

“Thanks for that.” 

“No problem.”I reply back.

“So what’s your name kid?” 

“Amos, yours?"

"Vinyl Scratch" 

"Cool and thank you not freaking out about me not being a pony. I know I'm kind of weird looking." 

"It's cool I travel a lot when I'm on tour so I see a ton of different peeps."

Oh I guess that makes sen- wait on tour is she a rock star?