Though my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, it was still dark and cloaked the stallion nicely. He emerged from the darkness and into my field of vision. It was him. It was really him standing in my room! I tried to speak, but that only resulted in my mouth agape like an idiot!
The stallion leaned inches from my muzzle. I felt a rush of heat flood my face. "You're not me."
"I'm not....what?"
He rolled his eyes and backed into the darkness of my room once again, mumbling something about a tortoise?
Yell for zecora
Not a bad idea...
I opened my mouth and took in a breath before his eyes grew wide and a hoof was pressed against my muzzle, pressing it shut.
"Mmf mm mmhf!?"
"Well, I can't have you going'round telling ponies I'm here now can I?"
"Mmf.... MMG!! Mmmm mf?"
"Well of course I can hear them too!"
"Mmf."
"Oh, right. Sorry."
He pulled back his hoof and I was able to take in a breath.
"So, you can hear them too."
"Well...yes, and no."
We have been discovered, flee immediately.
The stallion rolled his eyes.
To Narris: It's only natural that you would want answers to what is happening here. Unfortunately, I seem to be about as clueless as you are on this subject. You may want to question the pony.
"Yah! Why do you exist, how did you get here, who are you, and what in Luna's name if that blue glowing thing in my room!?"
The stallion cleared throat and took in a deep breath; "Because I just do, with my TARDIS, I'm the Professor,and that's my TARDIS."
"oh."
"Have...um, you...seen, me?"
Suddenly calling mom didn't seem like such a bad idea again.
"Y-yes. I'm looking at you."
"Ugh, simple equine brain...Okay, not this me, the other one...or one of them"
I took a moment to ponder his words in my mind.
"Do...you mean the colt in my dream?"
"I-"
The Professor as he claimed to be called, almost looked like he was the one in the dark here.
"I'm where?"
"I-in my dreams. You rescue me when the nightmares come."
He continued to stare at me, his expressionless face about five inches from mine. He gave no indication that he had a single clue or memory for that mater, of what I was talking about.
"You...'' I considered my words carefully for what I was about to say. "Y-you cared for me."
"Well, I guess that was to be expected."
"Expected? Expected of who?"
"Me of course!" The Professor smiled brightly down at me, showing off his white teeth and breath that smelled oddly of lavender.
"...Just get it over with."
He nodded and pulled out the glowing item from before, holding it up to my face.
"Yup! He's in there!!"
The lights in my room flickered on and off, my heart began to beat abnormally fast and I felt as though part of my soul was being torn out from my chest. Lastly, I remember a blackness, not the kind you would find when you sleep, but more off a blinding one.
I seemed to subconsciously explore my new, dark world only to find there was nothing new about it. I traveled days on end into the madness of my own mind. When would t end? Then I felt something. It was cold, which was plenty exciting for me, having spent many years inside myself. The soft, cool breeze took no time in turning into a vicious, icy storm though I could not see it. t swirled around me, almost tricking me into thinking I had one. But I knew I didn't. I would forever be stuck here, in this wasteland because of him.
The ice froze even the slightest urge to move, nowhere to explore, nothing to find, even if there was nothing to find in the first place. But I did find something. It was warm and welcoming. It called my name in a voice that could put angels to shame.
"Narris...."
I tried to call back, but the words did not come. That was when I remembered I had no mouth to speak them with. So instead, I listened. If I was never going to see my world again, I would remember this for the rest of my eternal torment.
"Narris? Narris?! Is she okay?"
"Yes, can't you see she is fine?! Honestly, you are so blind!"
I reached out to them, feeling as though I had limbs
"Oh! She moved!"
"Yes, I can see that..."
My eyes opened and gazed upon...two Professors.
"Narris, you must have gone through a lot... are you okay?"
..."Yah! Why wouldn't I be?"
Wait, what happened when I was asleep again?
"Professor...s."
"See, told you!"
Though they both looked the same, one seemed slightly younger than the other, I could see a liveliness in his eyes that could not be found in his clone.
"H-hi there." The younger one spoke. Definitely younger, that was for sure.
"H-hi."
I could see the blood running into his cheeks when I spoke.
"Yes, yes can we get on with this...And stop looking at her like that!" Older Professor said.
The next moment was spent staring at his eyes. They were so bright with life!
The older Professor waved a hoof in front of my face.
"Stop you two! I won't be having any of that!"
So narris when are you going to ask that colt out, i well give you something nice and that's my word you can trust it
"Sh-shut up!"
"A colt you say?" The older Professor stated.
"Y-y-yes, but that's non of th-their business!"
He turn to his younger copy. "Will you step outside for moment?"
"Sure!"
He cheerfully trotted into the hall, leaving me alone with the Professor.
"Can you keep a deal with me?"
"Yes? What are you getting at?"
"That colt you like, if I can get you a date with him, will you give myself back?" The Professor stated flatly.
"You mean that stallion that looks like you out there?"
"Yes. He is...a part of my person. My personality."
"How is he...you know. Not part of you?"
"I already explained, there was an accident." The Professor looked away for a moment, an almost angry expression on his face.
"Al-alright..."
Almost immediately, he seemed himself again.
"Good!"