“… and… then… they… kissed.” I muttered to myself as I typed what I said onto my computer. The story that I had begun was turning out all right, not great mind you, but not as bad as some of the stuff I’ve found online. Others seemed to like it anyway.
I’ve never been much of a writer, leaning more towards the visual arts than the written word, but something had driven me to begin writing. It probably had something to do with a theory I had come up with. Not something that could be proven, but something that I hoped to be true none-the-less.
I theorized that anything imagined existed in some form in another universe. Perhaps it was the simple desire of an artist to see their art come to life, or it was just my own desire to experience something new. It’s hard to say for sure, but I suppose that leads to what I’ve been driven to write about.
Most guys my age are into sports, or the more adult programming on TV. I’m the type that never grew out of watching cartoons. Recently there had been a television show that I’ve become enamored with, and it’s a show that was meant for little girls of all things. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was a surprise hit with many adult men. Myself included.
It started out as a curiosity for me, but then I quickly grew into a fan. Each character was easy to relate to, especially… her. This brings me to why I’ve been lead to write. For the near non-existent chance that I could go to this world of colorful talking ponies, I decided to write a fanfiction depicting as such.
I didn’t really think that one day Celestia would come and take me away, however I did believe that it would happen to me in an alternate universe somewhere. At least he would be able to live out the dreams we would share. If it worked; awesome! If not; well… at least I got my thoughts down on paper.
That is, until one fateful night…
Well, I guess that’s enough for tonight. I thought, cracking my neck in a way that probably wasn’t healthy. I gotta get to work in the morning.
Going about my nightly routine, I brushed my teeth, set my alarm, and then lay down for bed. Finding it difficult to fall asleep right after writing, I usually lay there with my eyes closed to think about my story and the one who inspired it the most.
Sighing to myself, I contemplated how silly it was to think, and behave this ridiculous way. “I love you Twilight.” I whispered, bringing my feelings out into spoken word.
A familiar tingle ran down my spine as I uttered those words. As if, just saying them would bring me to her.
It’s a strange sensation, and I don’t know when it actually happened, but at some point, I truly developed a crush on the purple unicorn. There are people out there who fall in love with fictional characters all the time, but they tend to be a little messed up in the head. I was a functional member of society, with a good job and a nice place to live. It didn’t seem right for me to act this way, but you can’t really choose how you feel it seems.
As sleep was just in reach, I heard a voice. A whisper at first, but it slowly became more prominent. “Do you really mean that, young one?” This caused a shot of adrenalin to rocket through me. My eyes were wide open, looking for the owner of the voice.
“Who’s there!?” I shouted into the darkness.
Nothing. My room was still devoid of all life but my own. I lay there waiting for a response that didn’t come. Lying back down, I was intent on going back to sleep.
With the adrenalin wearing off, the voice returned. “I think you know who I am, and that doesn’t change my question. Do you mean what you said?”
This can’t really be happening. This is just like my story. Her voice sounds different from the show, but who else could it be? Well… maybe if I continue with the dialog I wrote, I’ll have a chance to go to Equestria.
With that line of thinking I went with my story dialog. “Yes, I do Princess.” I said.
There was silence, leaving my uncertainty to set in.
Did I really just hear that voice? Am I dreaming? Did I go insane? Should I still go to work tomorrow morning if I’m insane, but still sane enough to know it?
Of course, my mind took that moment to remember what else I was supposed to ask. “Would you be willing to take me to Equestria?” I actually had my fingers crossed hoping the voice would return to answer me.
“It is not that simple young one. One cannot simply travel to another dimension, as solid matter does not survive the journey.” She said in an informative tone. “However, there is a way to bring your mind and soul here. You would have to, essentially, trade bodies with a pony on this side of the void. Would this still interest you?”
“I would trade just about anything for just a chance.” I had slowly begun to realize that this was probably not a dream after the explanation I had just received.
This is just like my fanfic! Though, the chance that I’ve gone insane is still on the table.
I didn’t want to move or open my eyes in case the voice in my head was, in fact, Celestia’s. “Who would I be trading bodies with?” I inquired.
“It would be somepony who wouldn’t be missed.” She answered. “Somepony who has caused more than enough hardship to ponykind, and has plagued me for longer than I would care for, and he has had no interest in improving himself.”
This is EXACTLY like my fanfic! That would mean…
“It’s Blueblood, isn’t it?” I asked for confirmation.
An awkward silence passed. “Yes. It is.” She stated in a somewhat disappointed tone.
“And would it be possible to change his cutie mark after we switch?”
“The cutie mark would change on its own, as it is linked to a ponies’ soul, not to their body.”
“Then, I agree! At least I’ll be able to pass myself off as his twin, if anything else.”
“Splendid! I was getting tired of his growing ego. Now then, all I need you to do is drift off to sleep. It will help with the transition.”
I thanked the heavens that my plan involving the fanfiction worked. Following her instructions, I felt my eyes grow heavy, and I drifted into a blissful, dreamless sleep.