//------------------------------// // Chapter 4: Welcome to the Dream... // Story: Cold? Nay, BLUE // by Eternal Infernape //------------------------------// Chapter 4: ...and What the F is that? Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 12:44 P.M. I found myself in my room, sent there by mom after she discovered the hole I accidentally made. I'd spare you the details of the following conversation, but there wasn't that many details about it: she asked me if I did this, I meekly replied yes, and she sent me to my room while she dealt with this somehow. As I lay on the carpeted floor, I replayed those moments in my mind. The last time I saw her... My mom is tough, dealing with stress on many occasions, but I think her calm front is beginning to chip and crack. These thoughts continuously gnaw at my mind, making me worry about her mentality. I don't like feeling like this. Not one bit. I've always thought that as long as no one expresses emotional discomfort, everything is fine. As I stare at my hoof, I idly compare this scenario I'm feeling to the calm before the storm, as thinking about mom's control and my brother's earlier distress isn't helping things. Then again, Reuben tends to whine a lot whenever he gets back from school or a trip to see his friends, always complaining about how his classmates are horrible to him, how his afterschool club members are lazy and useless, and things like that, making me think it's not that bad and he's just blowing it out of proportion, as I really don't care for such things. However, this is different. This is something that I'm aware of, something that's affecting me. He was whining, yes, but I know completely why he's whining. I actually feel for him in my mind, something I haven't felt as long as I remember, which isn't that long with my bad memory. Even in this somber moment, this proof I have that I care for my brother is somewhat comforting. Alright, I think, as I refocused my sight on my hoof, I got a feeling that this situation is going to be a problem in the near future. According to the news, these transformations incidents have been occurring for about a week. There's not much I know about it, or much I can do... BUT I can find more info online. With a goal in mind, I grab my laptop, conveniently on the floor, open it up with some difficulty, and grabbed a pen in my telekinesis to type in my password to unlock the laptop. I immediately see the extremely long fanfiction I was reading, something that took up almost an entire week of free time, and opened a new tab. Luckily for me, the mouse pad was able to react to my hoof. I went to a webcomic's forum page that I frequent, already finding the topic of ponies being actively talked about, so I posted a new topic. Blue Amoonguss: My brother and I have become ponies. Discuss. After that, I went to Yahoo to check the stories there and my email, finding information about this phenomenon and compiling it into a list. That's my rule #5: When seeking unknown information, or trying to rank something, make a list on what you know and find out. I tend to make a lot of lists, more pertaining to the latter. After reading what I can all over the web, listing facts and probabilities along the way, I came up with the following information: What I know: 1. The first known transformation started on last Saturday, when Lauren Faust and Tara Strong became Celestia and Luna respectively. No other earlier transformation recorded. 2. Most of the people that transformed are fans of MLP. However, this doesn't always hold true. 3. People are not just turning into ponies; there has been eyewitness accounts of a griffin and a dragon. Ponies are extremely common, though. 4. Some people are turning into non-canon, OC characters, and have been reported as such. Most notable incident is the transformation of Ian from SMOSH turning into a ponified version of himself. 5. There has been claims of the person-turned-pony having dreams interacting with the pony they turned into. This claim can be tested. 6. This transformation can happen anytime, anywhere, with the afflicted blacking out for a period of time. Surprisingly, no reported deaths have occurred because of this, though injuries have been reported. 7. Current cause of this crisis is unknown. Probable causes are: Discord, Twilight botching up a spell, magical artifact, something unknown, etc. 8. Conversion Bureau? NOTE: Read ALL the Conversion Bureau stories. 9. An anti-pony organization, People Against Ponies Association, or PAPA, have been openly protesting against the phenomenon. May or may not consist of ignorant idiots including but not limited to: rednecks, Christians, internet trolls, former military members, scientists, soulless people, and the select few smart leaders that are trying to take advantage of this situation, say wealthy douchebags of greed. While protests are technically peaceful, may or may not utilize violence against the transformed. 10. There's a new law prohibiting the use of magic against humans. 11. A person who transformed into Twilight Sparkle was shot and put into a coma, now located at a non-disclosed hospital somewhere; as claimed by a commenter. However, no signs to support or disprove claim found. Rainbow Dash has been spotted by an eyewitness, as well as Fluttershy and Rarity. Current location unknown, though Fluttershy has a Facebook account. Presumably en route to NYC. Other 2 of the six are unknown at this time. Concluding the list for now, I checked back on the forum that I replied on. Sure enough, there was already some replies. Sceptile the Shitstormite: Which ones? zandraxofnebulon: you too? first one here amongst us. Obligatory LOL for internet actions. Blue Amoonguss: I'm Blueblood, my brother's Dinky Doo. Currently typing response with a pen. Ghastly: So, are you using your mouth or magic? Blue Amoonguss: Magic. Makes things much easier. Sceptile the Shitstormite: Ok, you're a prince of Equestria aka jobless, a bachelor who may or may not be swimming in women/mares by the time you hit Vegas, but to the fans, you're a bit of a prick. How's that working out for you? zandraxofnebulon: yeah, are you in vegas or something? Blue Amoonguss: Here, at home, surprisingly better than expected. I have no plans to visit out of state, especially to Vegas. Besides, how would I get there? I'm across the country in South Carolina. With that typed, mom called us for dinner. I closed my laptop, woke Reuben up, dragged him and myself downstairs, and ate sweet potatoes and cauliflower. Mom made chicken, too, but Reuben gagged at the taste of meat. So no meat for us. The vegetables seemed to taste better, though. I thought of playing a game together, but my brother couldn't really hold anything at the moment. So we ate in relative silence. Afterwards, I cleaned the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and brought myself and my brother upstairs to our rooms. I continued reading the fanfiction I minimized before I went to sleep. ??? Our human protagonist found himself on a marble pathway that led to the mansion he once beheld in his dream. The skies were a clear, bright baby blue, unnaturally so, as- "Who's there?" he spoke, apparently addressing nothing. "Seriously, I can hear someone narrating. Who is that?" Wait, are you kidding me? You hear me? "Yes?" Huh. I don't think you're supposed to hear me... No, you shouldn't hear me in the first place, so why... "Err... Who exactly are you?" Oh, right, umm... I'm a part of your conscious, in the deep corners of your mind. Your subconscious, so to speak. "...so I dreaming, aren't I?" Yep. "And you're narrating me." Mm-hm. "Why?" Because I'm bored. And because I can. "... Ok then." He began to move along the pathway, seeing dazzling gold statues of Blueblood in various poses. Oh, roll a skill check. "Wait, a what?" A green d20 materializes in his mind. "Oh, you want me to roll this. Is this some sort of D&D thing you're implementing?" Sort of. "Wait, how did you even do that anyway? I mean, I get your my subconscious, but I don't think you can-" Actually, I can. After a moment's thought, he rolls the dice in his mind, somehow (talk about inception). "I got a 14." Picking up the dice, he continues along the path unimpeded until he reaches the door of the mansion. "Do I have to make a skill check for this?" He tries the knob, and finds the door unlocked. "Ah, nevermind." Going inside, he finds himself in a lobby, facing a large set of stairs to the second floor. Now where would he be..., he thought. Ok, need a spot check here. "8. Do I see him?" No, but... "Peasant! Do you not know how to knock?" spoke a familiar, yet unpleasant voice. I'm not gonna like this, aren't I? Turning around, he saw Blueblood in all of his exaggerated glory, silently judging him. "Hmph. So YOU'RE the one who was using my body as if you owned it yourself. If I had to choose to share my PERFECT body with somepony, I would never have chosen something as hideous as YOU," he spoke on Jacob's eye level, bringing his pose in a classic snooty noble style. Jacob sighs, before he spoke, "Look, I don't like this anymore than you do. But for some reason, fate decided it would be interesting if we shared a body. I am aware that this is your body, but it has completely replaced mine. So until we find a way to go back to where we once were, can we at least tolerate each other?" Charisma check. Shit, I suck at those. Oh hey, a 9. And adding the -3 gives you a 6. Blueblood replied haughtily, "To lower myself to a commoner? Absolutely unheard of a noble such as myself! I would rather skip a social event than to do such things! I am a Prince of Equestria, and you have no right to even ASK of such things!" Such arrogance... so much for the peaceful route. "You're no longer IN Equestria, you fool. Even if you raise your head and stuff you ears full of shit, that doesn't change the facts of here and now. We're in one body, and we can't pilot it at the same time. If we tried, we could actually die because of it. So unless you have any idea on how to return to our own original bodies as it once were, then we're both stuck with each other, and we'd have to appropriately deal with it." 17. Blueblood closed his eyes in thought, still with his head raised. After a moment, he opens them and responds, "Very well. We'll... tolerate... each other's presence until this predicament is resolved. But I don't have to like it." Jacob sighed again. "Well, as long as you understand..." Good starting session! See you next time. Wait, wha- The next morning. "-mph?" I suddenly wake up, a large portion of my pillow in my mouth. Gagging a little, I spit it out with a "PLEAH!" Add note: dreaming makes you try to eat whatever's nearby.