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Day 1
James isa nice man he tolds me to keepo a diary of my memoriesw if i remembered any. i will alsop use it as a wayto let out emotons. he gives me food and waterd while i try and remember them to
Day 2
I took lessons from James how to use a keyboard better. I can hit the keys without hitting others now. Since I didn’t remember proper writing etiquette, he (re)taught me that as well. Sometimes, though, he creeps me out. It seems like he is always watching me and taking notes on seemingly random things. And he seems a bit too enthusiastic at times, and he keeps me away from his son, who has yet to learn about me.
Day 5
The last three days have been hectic! The first day, while I was snacking on an apple, I passed out with no explanation. Sometime later, I woke up inside my head. I saw my locked up memories play out before me, except everyone’s faces were fuzzy at best and all I could hear was mumbling and muffled sounds. It was like I was hearing the sounds from another room. Certain moments were extremely clear, but others were hazy, more so than normal.
One clear moment was me kicking an apple tree at mid-day, watching the apples tumble through the air and land into baskets that were set around the tree. It was surprisingly calm and peaceful, and with it came a sense of belonging. Soon enough, though, I was whisked away into another memory. This repeated multiple rimes until I finally woke up into reality. James was stood above me, wearing a worried expression. When I told him about what had happened, he became sour. I thought he would be happy that I saw some memories, but oh well.
The next day, in a better attitude, James took me into the backyard of his house and made me do some exercises. First I was doing muscle building, and then cardio exercises (like running), and mind exercises. Most of what we did was the mind exercises, like solving a Rubik’s Cube (which is hard to do with hooves) and riddles. It was actually really fun. It bonded me and him very close together. He is very enjoyable substitute for my unnamed friends. I still would like to be with my best friends though.
Anyway, today we relaxed around the T.V. and watched some shows. We watched something called “American Idol”, we watched an action movie I can’t remember, and cartoons. I was (and still am) unsettled by the cartoons. How can something look so similar to me? I think James noticed my discontent and changed the channel. But still, how does that happen? Am I from one of these planes of existed? I think I’ll ask James.
Day 6
Lance saw me today. James got seething mad at him and yelled at him for 20 minutes and grounded him for barging in on his “personal time”. What he didn’t notice was that Lance was passed out on the floor after seeing me. I guess I had the same effect on him like I did on James. I, myself, didn’t like how he was treating his son, and started scolding him about it. This turned into a full scale fight. It ended with me being confined to the basement as well. The nerve!
Day 8
Nothing much has happened in the last two days after James let me out of the basement. We have avoided each other, and Lance has avoided us.
Day 9
Today I asked James about my origin and existence. We hadn’t talked since the fight, so obviously he was caught by surprise. He was flustered for a second, but then answered: “Well…you’re a pony! I thought you knew that!”
But I replied with: “That’s not what Ah meant James! Why do Ah look like Ah’m from a cartoon?!”
I’m not even kidding when I say he bolted out the door right after that. I ran after him, but he got in his car and bolted off. I’m going to ask Lance about me. He’ll have answers.
Day ???
I don’t know what day it is for Applejack. This is Lance typing in place for her. Today she came in and demanded that I tell her where she came from and who she was. Reluctantly I told her she was from a cartoon. With more pestering, I told her she was from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. She shut up when I showed her an episode. Well, she shut up a little too much; she’s now passed out on the floor.
I don’t know what the hell is happening anymore. I mean, yeah I have Applejack on my floor! What brony wouldn’t want that? But it’s not really Applejack. It’s a replica made by my sleaze ball of a dad. I was just a normal brony until my dad caught on. He would lock himself in our basement for days on end, only coming out for food and water. He tested on animals first, I learned, trying to get that cartoon look. I guess when he succeeded on that aspect he started on the brain, learning what things hold memories and tinkered with that. Then he worked with DNA and tried to learn how to get someone to mutate. After that, he found some suicidal somebody and tested on him. I hate my dad. He tested on me, even! It’s only a matter of time until I change…
I think Applejack’s coming to, I’m gonna check on he
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I remember everything. Lance is tied up. I packed my things and got a week’s worth of food. I got an audio recorder. I remember the me before me. James if you’re reading this:
Buck you.