My name is Eric, but that part of me is too far gone now. Now I call myself Dead Ink.
I was your normal everyday normal guy, 5 foot 11 inches tall. I had a long brown mullet, but unless you looked at it in direct sunlight, it was black. I was always known as a social outcast. I talked too much, and never actually had anything to say.
I guess since then my personality has taken a complete 360 hasn't it?
I'm getting way to far ahead of myself, let me start from the very beginning.
The day I was born was cold and wet..... Oh... you dont care about that? Well i guess it really has nothing to do with this story.... so lets fast forward a bit.
It was a Monday that it happened. Most people hate Mondays, but the way i look at it, without Mondays, there would be no hump day, and Tuesday would have to take all the shit we give Monday. Monday is good and takes that shit like a boss. Ugh... I'm terrible at staying on topic.
So it was a Monday, I had just gotten off of one of the shittiest days at work. I had ink all over my hands from the printing press i worked with malfunctioning and exploding. My job was to design graphics and fix the machines at Zorath GFX. Now I used to complain out loud a lot, now its all more internal, I also loved to talk... now im more secluded. Kind of explains why I am so secluded now. I'm still not sure if the others see me as a freak. I was pissed and throwing shit as I grabbed my keys to my car out of my pocket. I unlocked my door, dropping stuff out of my pockets as I slammed my door. I started my car and began to drive home. They say never drive angry. Well fuck them too.
I swerved in between cars as I went 5 miles over the speed limit, trying to get home to take a shower as fast as I could without getting pulled over. If I had gotten pulled over I would have gone to jail, because I would have found something to throw at the cop. Now that i think about it, that might have been the better option though.
I noticed the railroad tracks, the barriers were going down, just as I was going to pass it. Knowing the tracks, the barriers activated awhile before the train even got there, and I WAS NOT going to wait for a train. I sped up and passed the tracks. Dumbest Idea Ever, because as i went over the railroad tracks I heard the horn of the train. The last thought i had was "Why Me?" Just before the full speed train hit my midair car, crunching it. Thats when I blacked out.
As I prepared to embrace death, I smelled flowers. Did death smell like flowers? That would be weird. Was I in heaven? That would prove my own religious theories wrong. I was going to have to open my eyes eventually, so I slowly opened my eyes to see flowers, bushes, shrubs. It looked to be a garden of sorts, with statues everywhere. As I looked closer I saw what seemed to be a 6 year old girls dream, Cartoon ponies were all freaking out, and everything else was colorful and not dreary in a single bit. I chuckled to myself. I always had thought people freaking out over unneeded reasons was pointless. I tried standing on two feet but to my dismay I noticed I didn't have feet, or hands. I looked around, and noticed a polished statue. When I looked into it, I understood why everyone was freaking out. We were all ponies. Even i was. I noticed grey wings on my back, same color as most of my body. I had black hair, with a streak of red, the exact way i had wanted my hair. with further examination I noticed a slight horn on my head. though when i tried to touch it my hoof passed right through. I shook my head.
"This is just my imagination, I'm in a coma from being hit by a train, I'll wake up eventually. Just go with it." I told myself.
"How is that working for you Eric?" a voice came from the polished statue. It began to move and the polished parts broke off to reveal a weird mismatch monster. It had the hands of a lion and an eagle talon, it had the leg of a horse, and the other was of a lizard. it looked to have the tail of a dragon, and the head of a horse, with two mismatched horns topping its head. One of a deer and the other of a goat. It also had a beard, that shook every time it talked or laughed. made me want to laugh a bit.
"What are you?" I asked.
'You were oddly enough the hardest to control, the hardest to seduce, rage was your only weakness. What a pity that you're dead now. Well, half dead at least." the creature said.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked, I noticed the other ponies had stopped freaking out to listen to me yell at this creature.
"I, my little ghost friend, am Discord. And I am the god of chaos. Welcome to the Foalish Zone." He said, just as a streak of lightning came out of nowhere making the mood more eerie. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I shook it off and felt anger inside me. I noticed the anger and tried to channel it. As I did, I jumped at Discord using my wings to glide at him and tackle him. I had no clue how I had so quickly learned how to use my new appendages, but I wasn't going to complain while I had tackled this THING. As it hit the ground, with me on top, it just chuckled. Then it began to laugh like crazy. It snapped its fingers, and it felt like time had rewound itself. I was back next to the other 5 ponies, and it was back standing in the middle.
"What... what the hell was that?" i asked. "That didn't make any sense, I had you down."
"Eric, Eric, Eric. I'm the god of CHAOS. What fun is there in making sense?" it said, calm like nothing happened.