Head throbbing, darkness, a terrible feeling in his stomach, that was how Drake woke. An average pony gamer that lived in Canterlot. It had been a late night and he still felt terribly sick. His brown mane cascaded over his eyes, forcing him to adjust it so it was no bother. His tanned fur quite pale with sickness and his formerly bright green eyes also pale. Struggling in his bed in hopes of comfort, he released a long groan of pain. He stared at his navy colored wall next to his bed. Gaming postures cluttered his walls and of course a brown desk in the corner where his laptop laid closed. It was built for gaming, major processors, a large amount of memory, great hard drive and many other necessities for a gaming computer. He also had his favorite pair of orange headphones off to the side and a mic so he could chat with his friends while he gamed. There was also a gaming center off to the right of his large room where his consoles stayed, but he didn't play them as much as his laptop.
A paper laid beside his bed, and he noticed his mother had to have come before she went to bed. She knew how he liked to read the news. Although his head throbbed in a terrible pain, he reached out to the lamp. Lighting up the room, and stared down at the paper. It was almost mocking the fact that he should have been asleep a few hours ago. However he didn't care and stared at the first page. He wasn't surprised to see the first page, for it paired up with the one from about two years ago. They had finally given up hope of finding some filthy rich pony's son. The search was around for way too long by his guess. Yet Drake had to give them credit, most parents would have gave up ages ago. They were certainly determined by somepony's point of view.
"About time," Drake couldn't help, but to mutter.
He had read about the colt who disappeared perhaps longer ago, for there had been far too many updates. Far too many. Drake was quite sick and tired of them and would only shake his head when ever he was to see the dastardly updates of their pathetic begging. In fact he knew that they spent a lot of money just to find their son, that was just how determined they were in finding him. Yet as much as Drake hated the updates he couldn't help, but wonder what happened to their son. One night he had mysterious disappeared with no ransom or any note entirely, it was indeed strange, but Drake decided to brush it off. He moved his hoof to reach for the black and white paper, but winced. The slight movement had made his stomach ache more. The terrible pains easily erupted from the sickness. It was a sickness where there were hardly any comfortable position that would make a difference. Drake groaned and flopped back comfortably in his bed, his headache slightly escalating until he was laying down facing the ceiling.
"I hate being sick," Drake complained.
Drake moved his hoof and shut off the light, letting the darkness return. His habits would have to wait, for his fever would argue with him if he were to stay up any later. There was also the fact that his mother would be mad if she were to find out he had been up this late while he was sick. The whole day was terrible although he got to stay at home, but he couldn't even game. His headache would overtake him before he even got the chance to play. He wasn't happy with his sickness and wished to get better as soon a possible. Soon Drake flipped onto his right and shut his eyes, keeping them shut. After a long boring time of darkness his mind finally drifted into sleep.
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Hours past until Drake woke up later in the night. His eyes slowly opened and he yawned, still feeling slightly sick. However he noticed an odd glow in his room. He looked everywhere, making his headache worst, but his confusion ruled him, his mind determined to find the source of the glow. He winced at the aching pains, but soon noticed his laptop opened, and on. It was very much odd to see it like that.
"What the hay?" Drake whispered, confused.
He had to turn off his computer, keeping it on may cause it to overheat and he didn't want that. With a moan, Drake slid out of his cozy bed. He walked towards his laptop and simply looked at it, very confused.
"What are you doing laptop? Why are you on?" Drake asked, pretty much interrogating his laptop, however soon rolled his eyes, "And of course you can't answer."
He sat up on his chair and looked at his computer to find that even his game was open. One of his favorites, EquestriaCraft. Drake soon thought about his little sister, and soon guessed she woke and stole his laptop while he was asleep. The thing was that his sister was terrible at making it inconspicuous. He looked around at the space around his laptop, nothing was different, that was the thing. His headphones were still to the right side, his mouse still where it was. That was nearly impossible for his sister to achieve. How could one perfectly put something back? Especially his sister who was terrible at being stealthy. Yes, Drake was aware of the mouse pad built into the laptop, but knew his sister hated it. This was all fairly odd and made absolutely no sense to Drake.
He also knew his sister wouldn't want to wake him, especially if he was feeling ill. Even if from time to time she would borrow his laptop, she wasn't like that. Drake looked at his laptop, and soon found his mind drifting. Unable to think and unable to look away. It was as though the game was trying to drag him into playing it, like it had become a deep desire to play. He tried to look away in fact, but found himself getting drawn back in. Soon the rim of his sight began to blacken, slowly making all light fade away. In a matter of seconds all was dark, and Drake was lost in a vale of inky darkness until he was in a slumber-like state.
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Pain covered his body when the light returned to Drake's eyes. He groaned, feeling like he had been hit by a sledgehammer. Yet he found his sickness was gone, but what was it worth? Absolutely nothing was the answer for a Drake. His sight was fuzzy, and it took him a good few blinks to actually be able to see. When his eyes sight returned to him and everything looked fine. Yet he knew it wasn't fine. His heart pounded loudly and he gasped, scrambling backwards. Nothing was round, everything was square and he was certainly not in his warm cozy bed.
"What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!" Drake screeched in complete panic.
His mind rushed with possible thoughts. Was it just a simple dream? No he wouldn't feel pain. Was he hallucinating from his illness? Maybe, but he had a feeling not. All Drake knew was that he was in his game, and this was certainly abnormal. His breathing remained at a quick pace and he was completely in terror. He was in an odd place and pretty much trapped if this was real.
"No, no, no," Drake whimpered, soon curling up into a ball.
He was still sore, but also frightened and his mind couldn't register anything possible. It was as though his thoughts ceased to exist, leaving him in a helpless state of terror. Unable to think couldn't think, all he could really do was lay there, unsure of any sort of action to proceed with. For most gamers this may be a dream come true, but after staring at a computer and ending up in EquestriaCraft, Drake wasn't so sure about it anymore. For a while he laid there, terrified. Hours past of him laying in the small meadow, rather helpless and useless. He hadn't even realized it had been longer then he had expected for the sun was beginning to lower. Drake lifted his head seeing a sun descending from the sky. Although his mind still wished to decease all function, he knew he had to calm down.
"I-It will be alright. Besides, I know this game like the back of my hoof. It can't be that bad," Drake motivated himself.
He lifted himself off the grass and onto his now square hooves. Ears pricked he looked around, for he knew of the creatures that lingered in this game. Although terrified and uncertain of his fate, he tried to organize his thoughts. He remembered the things that were explained in the game, like the factor of eating meat, not normal for ponies, but food was scarce, making meat a new and odd option. It was really the only thing that made the game undesirable, but it was still fun non the less.
"Okay, okay, I probably won't be able to find sheep, but I can build myself a small base. Spend the night and come out when morning comes," Drake decided, speaking out load to calm himself further.
He looked at the sun and saw the land begin to darken and transform into the night. His heart began to pound again as he looked around. He had been in this meadow for a while, seeing as it was safe, but with night coming, mobs could move anywhere. Drake knew this all too well and almost wished he didn't. He looked around, hoping that there was some sort of shelter, but saw nothing. Digging underground was an option, but it was as though all of his thoughts as a gamer disappeared. He had a feeling he had no responds and if he were to get killed, he would be doomed. Head spinning and his body still aching with pain, Drake began to stagger away from the forest. It was as though that was all his mind wanted to tell him was that the forest wasn't safe.
He staggered, soon falling back to the ground. He yelped in pain, but quickly got back to his hooves. His concern made him just want to escape from any place they could spawn. He moved as fast as he could, but soon found there was nothing to see. Drake moved slowly, constantly looking around, his heart still pounding with fear. He tried to sooth himself by walking, but soon heard a tiny burst of wind. His head turned and he saw an arrow pass by. Drake turned his head and saw a skeleton pony, a unicorn of course. Its bones held together and no flesh touched its face. It's dark sunken eyes glowed of red and were surrounded by darkness. It looked ten times more terrifying then it did while he was playing. Drake screamed in fear and quickly began to run off, trying to escape the terrorfying monster.
He moved quickly, but could still hear the menacing clacking of bones behind him. Drake was terrified and soon looked back, then ahead to see a forest coming up. He felt as though he had no choice and soon just ran in, but as though punishment for entering, another mob appeared. A zombie in front of him, rotting flesh and of course its loud groan making it obvious. Its shirt and pants were torn and there were spots of flesh missing. It was bloodstained and produced a putrid odor. The zombie growled and groaned, staggering towards the unfortunate pony that met it's presents. It scared him beyond belief, making him startled and only trying to think faster. Drake made a left turn and kept moving, trying to run faster, huffing loudly, but slid to a stop as a large mountain side appeared.
"No, no, no, no! This can't be happening!" Drake exclaimed, looking up the mountain side that blocked him.
He turned, seeing the mobs draw closer, his heart pounding louder. A skeleton who ceased fired and two zombies who seemed pleased that he was trapped between them and a flat wall. Drake reared up against the stone wall, closing his eyes, hoping it would be quick.
So this is how I die, he thought, well at least I go out in my favorite game.
Drake curled up against the wall, waiting for death to come upon him, but then he heard some sounds. It sounded like cutting, his eyes quickly opened and he saw a cloaked figure. Drake was still scared, and only could watch the cloaked figure with curious eyes. He also saw scarlet droplets of blood scatter through the air, staining the green forest grass. For a moment, Drake thought that maybe the mysterious figure was a mob, but shoved the very thought out of his mind. No mob would protect a normal pony. The mysterious figure dropped the sword, sticking into the ground. The figure wore no armor, as though trying not to be seen. It turned to him in such a way that made it seem like a high and mighty hero on the battlefield. Soon it flipped down it's hood, revealing a mess of black mane, grey fur and a horn. His eyes were a stunning blue and he appeared tall. A smirk was on his face.
"Wow, you got lucky buddy," he laughed.
From what Drake could see, he was about his age and seemed like a jerk, but what was said was just true. Drake knew he had gotten lucky, but remained silent. Instead of replying he studied the limp bodies of the mobs who had attempted to kill him. They hadn't despawned at all and were instead just limp figures, except for the skeleton which was a pile of broken greyish bones.
"I come around this area very rarely, so consider this pure luck on your part. Anyways, the name's Crayton, but feel free to call me Cray. So what's your name?" Crayton asked, smiling.
Drake was somewhat shocked, he seemed relaxed by all of this. The stallion had killed the mobs that attacked him and yet was acting as though nothing had recently occurred. Maybe not even a real EquestriaCrafter, or at the very least not a player. This world had been strange after all and Drake knew nothing of it anymore. Well Crayton was waiting for an answer, he was packing away a few things into a saddlebag. From what Drake could see it was a few of the bones that had remained whole, and there weren't many.
"Drake," he answered.
Crayton turned away from the bag and smiled at Drake. It was a nice friendly smile that made Drake feel a little better about what had happened. It was surprisingly calming although Crayton was a complete stranger.
"Well, you can come with me if you want to Drake. 'Cause I am guessing you don't know what your doing," Crayton said.
Drake hesitated, he was confused by Crayton's show of hospitality. Yet the offer was tempting, for Drake was doomed if he were to stay out here, the events that had occurred easily proving such.
"That would be nice, I guess," Drake answered, quite unsure of what else o say.
Crayton was still smiling, "Then lets go."
Crayton picked up his iron sword with his magic, placing it in a leather sheath, and began to walk away. Drake was hesitant, but soon moved and caught up, keeping close to Crayton, feeling like he had no choice. Drake struggled to keep up with Crayton, reason being that he was still quite sore. After being taken to a different world does a lot to a young stallion.
"Can you slow down?" Drake asked from behind Crayton.
Crayton turned his head and looked at Drake's tired face for a few seconds.
"Man, you must have had a big struggle. Yeah, I'll slow down," Crayton answered, slowing his pace.
Drake looked up ahead, seeing no clearings or homes. He scanned the area in hopes to see the house or something in the darkness. It was strange though, for it seemed no mobs came after Crayton had appeared. However Drake choose to ignore it, it wasn't anything important to him anyways, in fact it was better there were no mobs, it meant no troubles. Yet Drake was exhausted for what had happened today, there was so much that happened. He wanted to get to this house and rest for a while. The twosome traveled for a small while that felt like forever to Drake. With each step a slight amount of pain would coarse through his muscles.
"Cray, how much further?" Drake groaned.
Crayton glanced at him then up ahead, "Not too much further buddy. Don't worry, we will be there soon enough."
"Are you sure? Its been a long day and I would like to rest," Drake groaned.
Crayton laughed, "C'mon I know where my house is Drake."
Drake didn't know what to say, so just stayed quiet and followed. They weaved through the trees, the moon just rising higher and higher. Making Drake more and more concerned about the mobs that were probably everywhere. Slowly they seemed to wander aimlessly, but every place was slightly different. However with each step, Drake got more worried that something would attack them. Yet around every corner, odd enough, nothing seemed to occur.
"Don't worry Drake, not much further," Crayton assured him, still smiling.
"Good," Drake breathed.
Soon they came to a clearing, a beautiful one in fact. Surrounded my mountains and many torches on the tops of fence posts. A wooden house with a cobblestone base near the forest. The house looking very well lit and very safe. They turned the corner of the house and there was a large mouth to a cave. It too looked well lit, most likely the place Crayton mined.
"So what do you think?" Crayton asked.
"Its nice," Drake answered briefly.
Crayton opened the wooden door and turned, waiting for Drake to catch up.
"C'mon, you welcomed in," Crayton assured.
Drake smiled weakly, "Thanks."
Drake walked up the cobble steps and into the house. He was exhausted and would like to get some rest.
"Feel free to use the bed, I can take a night shift anyways," Crayton assured.
Drake was somewhat surprised, the hospitality was just plain strange. Maybe all people in EquestriaCraft were like this, since there were many ponies around to meet. However Drake dismissed it for now, feeling very tired. He nodded in thanks and lugged himself towards the bed. He then curled up and fell into a deep undisturbed slumber.