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// Grey Ghost 
// Story: The Foalish Zone 
// by DuskShadowBrony 
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	    My name is, or rather was, Damien Hibbert, not that it matters now anyway. I’m a twenty year old college student majoring in natural science. I dream, or rather dreamt, of becoming a paleontologist ever since I saw “Jurassic Park” as a small child. Now that we have that out of the way, let me start my harrowing tale.

It had been a rather boring night of watching videos, I had been catching up on my SW1TCHER and I got to bed rather late. I lurched out of bed, grumbling a few curses at the morning, glaring at my slightly damaged alarm clock. I flip the alarm switch, shutting the stupid thing up, quieting the room.  

I laze around for about twenty minutes before going downstairs and getting breakfast. Something just seemed...off. I really have no other way to describe it. I kinda felt like Will Ferrell in “Stranger Than Fiction.”, great movie by the way. Anyway, after my rather crappy breakfast of english muffins, I go back upstairs to get myself ready. Staring back at me was a slightly pudgy twenty year old, with shoulder length brown hair, a scraggly beard and hazel eyes. 

After that, I woke up my stepfather and we made our way to the bus station. The drive was silent as always, neither of us awake enough to have an actual conversation, which didn’t bother me. A few minutes later I said my goodbye and hopped out, moving off to wait for the bus.

That was when the shine caught my eye and changed everything. It was barely noticeable, a faint glimmer under one of the nearby benches. I would have passed it off but my curiosity got the better of me. Kneeling down to get a better look, I blink in surprise, seeing a toe claw, not unlike the ones from a dinosaur. 
“The hell..?” I mumble softly as I reach under the bench, running my fingers along the claw. I shudder a bit, feeling a tingle go through me. I grab the claw, pulling it out, a smile on my face. I mean, I have no idea how a dinosaur fossil got here but I wasn’t going to complain, this was freaking awesome!

I didn’t really have time to examine it, as the bus pulled up. I stuffed it into my pocket, rushing over to the bus. I deposit my token, taking a seat in the front, putting my laptop case in the other seat, letting out a small sigh.

Remembering my new treasure, I pull out the claw, turning it this way and that in my hands. It was light, i’d say around three pounds, and was a black color.  I trace my fingers along it letting out a wince as the tip knicks one of my fingers. Cursing under my breath, I bring my finger to my mouth, seeking to sooth the pain. Thats when everything got weird.

The world got all hazy and my body went limp in the bus seat despite my best efforts. I slide into the land of dreams, leaving the bus and my world behind. I’ve never done drugs before, but I imagine that dream was like being high. It was so weird, like I was clay, being molded and shaped into something new. I groaned a bit, my mind returning to reality, strange sensations reaching my brain.





I opened my eyes, blinking a few times in confusion. The bus was nowhere to be seen and now I was in some kind of garden. That sent up some red flags, I didn’t live anywhere near any major gardens. I shake my head a bit, getting to my feet. Or at least thats what I tried to do, only to in up flat on my face.

“What the hell..?” I ask, though there was something wrong with my voice.

I looked down at myself and my eyes probably got as big as dinner plates. Instead of my normal body, my gaze was filled with grey fur and hooves. Panicking a bit, I whip my head back and forth, noticing a lake off to my left. Getting to my feet..erm hooves, I slowly and painfully make my way over to the pond. I gaze into the calm waters, my brain going into overload.

Looking back at me was a small grey pony, it’s eyes green and it’s mane white. The most obvious thing? The horn jutting out of my forehead. So i’m a unicorn, yup a unicorn. I couldn’t get anything awesome like freaking Sleipnir or Red Hare?
Eh..maybe not Sleipnir, four legs is already pushing it, eight would make me lose my mind.

“Ok..don’t panic...”I said, closing my eyes, taking in a deep breath, slowly letting it out, doing my best to calm my nerves. Didn’t seem to help but at least I tried.

My ears swiveled, which is just weird by the way, and I heard the sound of voices.

“Ok..” I said to myself. “Hopefully voices mean help.” I said gulping before moving off toward the source.

It turns out, being turned into a pony wasn't the weirdest thing I saw that day. No, that was the weird...Frankenstein thing that stood in the center of a group of other ponies. I had counted 5 others, mostly dark colors, except for one sporting bright neon green hair... or mane... or whatever you call it.

I gulped again, trying to decipher what I was looking at. It had horns, mismatched of course, one looked to be that of a deer, and another of a goat. Where its arms should be I saw a lion paw, the other arm sported an eagle talon. It had some kind of lizard tail, wings which were just as mismatched as it's horns. One looked to be a bat wing, and one looked to be an angel wing, but they were too short to support the beast to actually fly. I'm pretty sure  it’s torso was that of a horse.

I shuddered as it turned it’s attention to me, giving me a grin that chilled me to the bone. If that wasn't enough, it’s laugh made it feel like I had spiders running down my back. This wasn't going to be good.

“Hello, little Damien, my name is Discord.” he announced laughing, sending the chill back up my spine. "Glad you could join the Party!"

“H-how do you know my name..?”I asked, backing away a bit, barely managing not to trip over my hooves.

“All in good time my friend.”He said, his grin widening, and the strange creature let out a cackle, causing me to tremble slightly in terror.