//------------------------------// // 03 Kind // Story: Unlucky seven // by Pinklestia //------------------------------// ~~*Posey the Gentle Gardener*~~ Dear Diary… (:}: No! Don’t write that, it’s not a diary! <3: But it looks like a Diary… (:}: It’s called a journal, Twerp. <3: Isn’t that just another word for Diary? (:}: … Shut up… The past few days have really not gone my way. Among other irritants I’m forced to rely on the twe, (bestest little sister ever!) to write this entry for me! I woke up on a normal enough day, I figured it’d just be a write off as usual. But no, I ended up waking to the strangest situation I could ever imagine myself in. I woke up as a pony. Yes, I woke up as a tiny, scrawny, weak little… <3: Hey, don’t be so mean to yourself! I think you’re adorable. (:}: I’m not supposed to be adorable twerp! <3: But you’re oh so soft and cuddly now. You used to be mean and prickly like a cactus. (:}: I liked myself the way I was twerp… wait, are you writing all this down as well? <3: Yeppers! (:}: Twerp quite wasting paper like that! <3: Why? This is so much fun and you’re just so cute like this! (:}: I’m not cute… <3: Even your pout is cute!<3 (:}: Please tell me you did not just add a heart to that sentence… <3: Of course I did, you’re adorable! (:}: … I hate you so much… <3: Aw you don’t mean that. (:}: What are those symbols supposed to be? <3: Hearts for me and skulls for you miss grumpy. (:}: I… actually like that idea… ANYWAYS! After I woke up as a pony, I did what any rationally thinking human would do. <3: She screamed like a little filly! We were lucky mommy and daddy were at work. (:}: I did not scream… and certainly not like a filly. What is a filly anyways? <3: Little pony. (:}: Ponies don’t scream twerp they whinny. <3: Yeah, but you still screamed. (:}: (Mumbles to herself.) <3: So cute!<3 (:}: Stop with the hearts already! <3: But it makes it easier to see which are my sentences and which are yours. (:}: I meant the extra hearts twerp! After that debacle the twerp found me and proceeded to do what little sisters do best in these situations and made my day worse. <3: I just gave you hug, how did that make your day worse? (:}: Because it confirmed that I was awake since you nearly strangled me… <3: Huh? (:}: Never mind twerp, just keep writing. <3: Kay! Now then, after that I tried to figure out what happened to me. I’m fairly certain I’ve been hexed like those shaggy dog movies or that one show where the kid was turned into a dog and had to do 101 good deeds or something. Point is I couldn’t think of any reality changing beings telling me to do good deeds, or kicking a pony recently. Unless you count the twerps random pony dolls… <3: Hey they are not random! I have Fluttershy and Applejack and Twilight and Rainbow Dash and… (:}: I don’t care Twerp! <3: But they aren’t random. (:}: I seriously don’t care, now please let me finish… wait… did I just say please? Ugh it’s happening again. <3: Oh you mean the impulse to be nice? I love it when you get those impulses! (:}: Now look here twerp, we are finishing this entry if it kills one of us, preferably you, so stop messing around already! If… if you don’t mind. Ugh! I did it again! <3: It’s funny when you do that, you sound just like Fluttershy! (:}: Why out of all those little monstrosities did I have to end up like her? <3: Maybe someone thinks you should be nicer to your sister and give her a pony ride! (:}: Twerp you’re seriously pushing it… Now after I calmed down, I thanked whatever deity was watching that it wasn’t a school day. Being a pony is bad enough, but there is no way I’d go out in public like this! <3: Why not? You’re adorable! (:}: Maybe because pink and yellow aren’t natural hair and or fur colors… <3: Oooohhhh… yeah I can see that would be weird. So since that was the case I decided I would do the only natural thing. Hide myself away in the mountain of dollies my sister keeps in her closet. <3: It isn’t a mountain, I just don’t sort ‘em out too often. (:}: Twerp, mom and dad didn’t even notice me among mount dolly. <3: Well yeah, they just thought you were an extra adorable pony doll. (:}: Ugh… why me? Now living in my sisters closest hasn’t been the easiest thing to do. I’ve actually had to rely on my sister to do even the most mundane of things for me. From helping me bathe to feeding me to using the bathroom and even writing this entry. <3: Say, why didn’t we just type this on a computer? (:}: Because I don’t trust you on my computer twerp… <3: I meant mine. And we could put you on Facebook or let you do one of those vlog thingies. (:}: What part of not let anyone see me like this didn’t you comprehend? <3: Oh… okay! Now prior to becoming one I was of the mind that ponies were stupid. Still am if I’m perfectly honest. I am not a fan of My Little Pony of any generation and didn’t want to turn into one of them. My sister probably wished really really hard to get this to happen and it’s currently my best theory on what’s happened to me. <3: Hey! I didn’t wish for you to be a pony! (:}: I said it was my best theory, not that it was true. <3: Why would I wish for you to be a pony when I could be a pony! (:}: Seriously… that’s what you’re annoyed about? If you haven’t noticed twerp it’s not easy being a pony! <3: Well yeah, but that’s probably because you’re an Earth Pony. Being a Unicorn would be a lot easier with all the magic and stuff. (:}: My sister wants to turn into a magical talking unicorn… somehow I’m not surprised. Aside from that avoiding my parents has been… actually it’s been a cakewalk. Before the transformation I would constantly hang out with my friends. Me not being home is such a normal occurrence that they still haven’t noticed anything. All I’ve had to do is get the twerp to tell ‘em I’m at a friends place and they don’t even bat an eye. <3: Umm, isn’t that kind of bad? What if you were really missing or something? (:}: … <3: Sis… are you crying? (:}: No… it’s this stupid pony body… it makes me all emotional for some reason… <3: Oh… wait, but that means you are crying. (:}: Just skip it! So for the passed few days I’ve literally been hidden away in my sisters room. I don’t know what happened to me or how I’m going to fix this. I’m not even sure what my name is since my sister never saw this pony in her stupid show. <3: Nope, but I found her on the internet! (:}: Really? Why didn’t you tell me that before? <3: Because you didn’t ask silly. (:}: Twerp you are seriously asking for a buck to the face… <3: Umm, wouldn’t that really really hurt? (:}: What do you think? <3: Heh… right, well your name is Posey! You’re basically the prototype Fluttershy from Generation 1! Isn’t that amazing? (:}: That certainly explains the resemblance… So I’m named Posey, wonderful, a flowery name for a flowery pony. Why couldn’t I end up as a pony with some freaking grit? It’s bad enough I’m a pony but c’mon! I could’ve at least been one of those bat ponies or a vampire pony or… <3: Ooh! Fluttershy once turned into a vampire pony! (:}: Wait… she did? When did that little pushover become something cool? No, did she sparkle? Please tell me she wasn’t one of those sparkling monstrosities. <3: Why would she sparkle? Twilight is named Sparkle but I don’t see a connection. Fluttershy turned into a vampony with wings that drained apples and such… didn’t talk much and was kind of scary. Though thankfully Twilight managed to fix her. It would’ve been weird to have a scary Fluttershy for more than one episode. (:}: Huh, so apparently the weak one was cool for at least one episode. Whatever, still prefer to be something better than the yellow ball of fluff. <3: Aww, but you’re so cute! Anyways, as it seems I’m going to be like this for a while I’ll make sure to keep you up to date on how my life is going. Hopefully I’ll figure out a way to fix this and get back to being me. Until then I guess I’ll just try to make do with the Twerp. <3: What’s that supposed to mean? (:}: Thank you for helping me, you are very kind... ARG! I did it again! ~~*Moondancer the Dream Weaver*~~ When next I awoke I found that it was nighttime. I also noticed I felt far more alert than I had earlier. ‘That Nocturnal thing is looking more and more likely,’ I admit to myself. I also frown and consider what I should do next. I also grab a bite to eat from my bag of oats as I consider what I’ll be doing next. Maybe start looking for a new place since this one is dangerous. ‘But it’s close to my home, if I want to use the internet I’ll have to get close to there,’ I remind. True, but you have to admit it’d be easier to sleep if we know no one will find us. ‘Yeah…’ That is, unless you want to end up in a circus, or a dissection table, or some other cliché. ‘Ha ha, you are so funny I forgot to laugh,’ I deadpanned. Thank you, I try. ‘Ugh, fine! But first I’m going to go and use the Internet.’ Why? ‘I’m going to send a message to my sister that says I was called out of town.’ You have no friends to call you out of town. ‘Err, right… I’ll say I was called by work for a trip.’ At your position no one would buy that. ‘Shut up! Okay… hmm… this could be harder than I thought. Oh! I’ll just tell her I’m going to a convention for a few days. She does that all the time and it’s not like she can confirm or deny it. That and the fact I had a cosplay that’ll be mostly missing…’ I leave hanging. Hmm, still holes in your plan but it’s acceptable for the moment. With that decided and a smirk on my face I quickly rise up and grab my messenger bag and the rope wrapped cloak. I place my cloak into my butt-pack and throw the messenger back on. Making sure the bag is secured I pulled my flashlight from my belt and clicked it on. Once I did I looked around the barn for a moment to check how bright it was. ‘More than good enough for me to find my way back home,’ I decided with a nod. I then bit the body of the flashlight and held it between my teeth. That done I left the old barn and trotted out into the night. ‘Ahh, it’s such a peaceful night,’ I can’t help but note with a slim smile. The stars are oddly bright and the sky is clear. If it were any other night this would be perfect to simply look at the heavens. Unfortunately I have things I need to do and can’t afford to waste my time. That in mind I continue on my journey. I use my flashlight to keep an eye on the path past the graveyard as I do so. Not that I don’t know the path fairly well, but at night things could look different than they do in the morning. As I do I notice something that gives me cause to pause. The fences around the nearby fields are usually covered in vines. But that isn’t what causes me to stop and approach. On the vines are masses of blue plants. The plants seem odd for the fact they are totally blue, not only the petals but the entire plant. The flowers also have odd little things coming off of them. As I look at the flowers I can’t help but think they look familiar. A memory prickles at my mind for a moment before it finally settles. It is as my muzzle comes dangerously close to them that I realize why they seem so familiar. My eyes bolt open and I stumble back and away from the flowers. ‘Poison Joke! What the buck is that doing here?’ I internally demand. Are… are you sure that’s Poison Joke? ‘Yes! I’d recognize those bucking flowers anywhere! No other flower is totally blue like that! Especially not around here! Buck, we don’t even have wild blue flowers around here that are that big!’ Oh that is so not good. ‘Well sure it’s not good, but it’s not totally bad. I could just walk around it you know,’ I remind. I also try to calm my rapidly beating heart. While I hadn’t touched the blue plant, I was absolutely terrified of finding out what it might do to me if I did. The jokes on the ponies in the show weren’t especially mean, but there was no telling what would happen if I did. No! Think for a moment. First we change into an adorable magical talking female unicorn. ‘Thanks for reminding me of that, I had totally forgotten,’ I quip sarcastically. Focus! First we become a unicorn, now we have Poison Joke popping up. What does that mean? ‘Err, that we should really avoid large batches of blue flowers,’ I suggested. No! It means that whatever changed us isn’t done yet! ‘Wait, what?’ Ugh… you really need to get on page. Think about it, first we turn into a pony, now we have plants from Equestria showing up. ‘Just Poison Joke,’ I remind worriedly. For now, but how long until something else from Equestria shows up, and if plants are popping up then how long until more creatures from Equestria start showing up! Dear sweet Luna the pandemonium that could occur from this! For all we know our entire world might eventually change into a new version of Equestria! ‘Um… aren’t you being just a bit over-dramatic, it’s just a plant.’ Yes, sorry, but now I’m getting worried. This entire situation has been nothing but irritating. ‘Tell me about it,’ I reply. Further we now have to worry about further changes popping up and surprising us. In any case you should hurry and send that message to Lyssa, it’s best if she not worry about us for the time being. ‘Yeah, I’ll do that,’ I agree and turn my light back to the path. I shine it forward and look around for more Poison Joke. I keep my eyes peeled for the damnable plant so that I don’t end up with a nasty joke on me. Poison Oak is bad, Poison Ivy too, but Poison Joke is worse than both of them. I am not in the mood for my physiology to be altered again. Especially not without having some kind of cure readily available. ‘I wonder what the cure is actually made of in Equestria?’ If we knew that we wouldn’t be so worried about walking into that stuff. ‘I know, at this point I’m just trying to pass the time with idle chatter.’ Seems pointless, especially since you’re talking to yourself. ‘Meh, I’ve done worse,’ I replied casually. It was the honest truth. I had, over my years of life, had moments where I ended up talking to myself. For the most part it happened when I had a problem that I needed to solve. The number of times this had happened over the years was nothing short of impressive. Regardless I moved cautiously towards my, now former, home. I didn’t dare go inside, getting out the first time was hard enough. However, slipping close to the trailer I pulled my tablet and stylus from my pack. I looked around then turned the tablet on with my hoof. Thankfully it turns on by pressing down on a single button. My hoof was easily able to do that much. Once it turned on I had to wait for it to boot up. So you know what you’ll tell her, right? ‘Eeyep, something simple,’ I replied. Will she notice it? She’s on Facebook and Skype so much I doubt she really checks her… ‘She checks her email almost as much as she checks every thing else, and if push comes to shove I can use Steam to send a message her,’ I replied. I suppose that works, I’m just worried. ‘I know the feeling; I’ve been worried since this whole situation began. But we have to do what we can to make the best of this,’ I stated. Maybe we should also be looking for what caused this change… ‘Yeah, how? I don’t know the first thing about magical transformations,’ I remind with a frown. True. ‘Now be quiet, I have work to do,’ I state as my tablet comes on. I quickly use my stylus to activate chrome on my tablet. Once I do I go to my email address and then start looking for my sister in my contacts list. It is a moment later that I groan and bring my hoof to my face. ‘First of all, ow… second, I can’t believe I never added her,’ I think to myself. In our defense we never saw a reason since we see her all the time. ‘True,’ I admit. With that out of the way I let out a sigh and pull up my old messages. I eventually find an email from my sister, and then use the address from that. I write out a simple enough message for her that went like this… To: -------@------- Hey Aly, sorry I haven’t called or anything. Someone from work told me about this convention out of town and convinced me to go with them. I’m not sure how long I’ll be here, anywhere from a few days to a week it looks like. Work shouldn’t call for me, but if they do please tell them I’m out of town at the moment. In any case, have fun at work, talk to you later. From: --------@--------- Seems normal enough. ‘Eeyep,’ I reply and send the message. Now what about work? ‘I’ll send a message to my boss,’ I reply with a frown. Finding his email address would be fairly difficult, so instead I start looking for my supervisor and human-resources rep. It’s a shame we can’t just call them. ‘You want to explain the three foot tall talking unicorn pony to them,’ I retort. Err I think you're four feet tall, but no… I meant call them and pretend we’re our sister or mother and say that there was a recent family emergency. Maybe a dead aunt, uncle, or cousin who lived out of town and we need to go to his or her funeral. If we played our cards right we’d have at least a week before anyone even noticed we were gone. ‘That’s… actually not a bad idea,’ I admit. ‘The only problem is that I don’t have a bucking phone,’ I remind pointedly. My brain grunts in affirmation and we both consider our current options. The options aren’t too numerous to be honest, aside from looking up the email addresses for some of my bosses, possibly attempting to call work and pretend I’m my sister and there was a family emergency… not surprisingly the later was looking to be our best option. We’d also have the problem of what happens after that time is up and they wonder where we actually were… ‘Nothing particularly good given my voice is radically different from Aly’s. Once work calls mom and she would end up worried, maybe suspicious of fowl play. Once they alert the police they will probably start sending out search parties,’ I noted to myself with a frown. Yes, things would become much more difficult. ‘But overall it’s our best bet to remain hidden,’ I reply. Yes it is… so, break into someone’s house to use their phone? ‘Best Idea I’ve heard,’ I respond. So which home should we break into? ‘Duh, this one…’ I replied flatly. I thought you didn’t want to do that. ‘I don’t, but it’d be the best possible way for us to get a message to work without suspicion. We could also grab a couple of things that would help us from my room. Not to mention if more of my stuff is gone it’ll look like I actually planned on leaving rather than just up and left on a whim,’ I add as more of an afterthought. Like? ‘Something to read so I’m not ungodly bored all night, batteries for my flashlight, my knee and elbow-pads since they are adjustable, my headphones, maybe some…’ I start to list only for my brain to interrupt me. Alright alright I get it! Seems pointless but I guess there are worse ideas… but how do we get in, collect those things, get to the phone by seven in the morning, then leave shortly after without being caught? ‘I’ll hide out in my room, hopefully no one will come in,’ I reply. We should grab a suitcase then. ‘I have a duffle bag in my closet we can use.’ Empty? ‘No, but hopefully I can empty it easy enough.’ Certainly not a perfect plan, but it’s better than anything I can think of. ‘We’re the same person…’ I know it’s the best we can come up with dingus. ‘Yeah, point, now be quiet and let me work,’ with that I turn off my tablet. Once that is done I make my way to the front of the trailer. The old tree and sheds along the way creak and groan as I pass due to the wind. If it were possible for my hoof steps to be heard, those saw to it that they weren’t. I cautiously creep towards the front porch and internally groan as I approach the wooden steps. ‘This is so not going to be fun,’ I decided. I slowly approached the first stair, and then slowly placed my forward hooves onto it. Once my weight was on them I slowly slid my back hooves onto the step. I then continued with the next step, and the next step, and the next step, until I was finally on the porch. The carpet there made my hoof steps muffled and allowed me to approach the door. Slowly approaching I then opened it just as carefully as I did when I first left. Soon I had it open a crack and looked inside. My stepfather was fast asleep, his mouth wide open and his snores loud and jarring. Shoving down a bit of disgust I nosed open the door and slowly padded my way inside. I didn’t see any of the dogs so I assumed that they were all either asleep, or they had gone to hide under one of the beds in the house. I sincerely hoped for the later for obvious reasons. Regardless I padded my way to my old room and smirked despite myself. It was literally just the way I had left it when I left a few days ago. Trotting inside I approached my closet and started to shift a few things out of my way. First I collected my knee and elbow pads and placed them on my bed. Then I tossed my hat and faux-leather waistcoat onto the bed as well. Next I moved anything that might get in the way as I opened the door to my closet. ‘There she is,’ I note as I bite into the side of my duffle bag. I also have to be careful that nothing on top of it falls. Soon I pull the blue duffle free and start to pull out clothes from it, which I then toss into my closet haphazardly. I’m soon able to fully empty the duffle and start looking for anything else I want to bring. I collect my headphones, and several books and they are the first things I put into the bag. Once they have filled it I look around and let out a ‘hum’ in thought. Unfortunately nothing comes to mind, so instead I move my duffle in front of the closet and then hop up onto the bed. It’s rather comfortable, more so that I can recall, and I wait for time to move so I can call work then leave. This is going to take forever. ‘Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it either,’ I reply. I then pull out my Tablet’s charger and plug it up while turning it on. Slipping my headphones on I start to play around with a few apps, delete others, and download ones that seem more fun. I also check to see what books I have on it and I’m delightfully reminded of how much of the MLP comics I have available to me. It’s unlikely any of those have anything of use to us. ‘Yeah well unless you have a better idea for how to pass the time then shut up!’ You know you’re being rather grumpy. ‘Shush!’ I internally reply as I start to play around on my tablet. Finding games I can actually play takes a bit of work. Thankfully one-finger games aren’t that hard to find. Though the ones I found were unfortunately sub-par for the most part. I did find a few interesting ones to pass the time, but overall I was just waiting for the right time to call work. As I do I also recall that I have a few books in a cubby at the head of my bed. ‘Let’s see now,’ I mumble to myself. I look at the titles for a moment to find any I haven’t read yet. I find a few of those, as well as others I want to finish and pull them out of the cubby. ‘Junk, junk, junk, ooh that’s good,’ I note to myself. I then slip off of the bed and then put the books into my duffel bag. Once they are secure I hop back onto my bed and return to playing games on my tablet until I can finally call work. We better hope we don’t fall asleep because of this. ‘I won’t,’ I reply as I return to playing some games on my tablet. King of Dragon Pass, Angry Birds, and a few others were excellent time wasters. It is an undetermined amount of time later that I finally glance up. ‘Finally!’ I think with a grin and grab the phone. Quickly dialing the number for work with my stylus I impatiently wait for someone to pick up. ‘C’mon, c’mon hurry up over there,’ I grumble to myself irritably. ‘Aha!’ I think and then clear my throat. “Yes hello, I’m calling to report a family emergency for my older brother…” I offered my old name, and of course a few apologize for being such short notice. “Thank you for being so understanding. My family was quite shocked when our uncle passed. To be honest we thought he’d live longer than the rest of us,” I replied with a sullen tone. ‘Heh, who needs acting lessons,’ I thought with a smirk. “Yes, I’m sorry he couldn’t call you himself, but he had to take our mother ahead of my father and I. Of course, yes I’ll give him your condolences. Hmmm… I’d say we’d all be gone for at least a week. Yes, I’ll make sure he calls you when we get back, thank you again, bye,” I replied and hung up the phone. I then did a fist, err, hoof-pump and slid off of my bed. I honestly cannot believe that that actually worked. ‘Well it’s not like anyone at work really knows my family that well, even my sister,’ I replied. True, but did you have to give a time-limit? ‘If I didn’t it’d be suspicious. You also have to admit that we should be fine and in a new place by then,’ I remind my brain plainly. Point. But what if someone tries to visit us? ‘No one at work really knows where I live,’ I replied. Man, this is almost too perfect… ‘Don’t jinx us!’ I snap. With that done I start packing my duffle up. Once it’s filled I slip it around so it rests on my back, the strap over my chest. Once it’s secured I quietly stalk out of my room and look around. ‘Lyssie is up,’ I note with a frown. My sister very rarely gets up this early, I think the only reason she does is for work or to go to a con. Thankfully my stepfather never does so despite his place in the living room I’m fine. As for my mother, well she is typically in her room on the other side of the house. She’s in the shower; hopefully we’ll have time to escape while she gets ready for work. ‘Don’t need to tell me twice,’ I reply. I close my door and slowly move down the hall towards the front door. I look around and frown when I notice the dogs are nowhere to be seen. ‘Strange, they should be up by now,’ I note to myself. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth! ‘Ugh, we need new metaphors,’ I decided with a frown. Shaking that from my head I continue to the door. Once there I rise up and quietly place my hooves forward to stand on my hind-legs. Glancing back to my stepfather, I let out a breath seeing that he’s still fast asleep. However the sound of water has turned off. Eye’s wide I quickly open the door with my mouth, resisting the urge to grimace I slip out of the trailer as my sister opens the bathroom door. Letting out a breath of relief I then yawn for a moment then trot down the steps. Glancing back to the trailer door every now and again I then scurry to the backyard. The sun is starting to come up, and I know I have time before mom comes to get her chickens. Using that to my advantage I slip around the back, then gallop back to the barn while staying away from the Bucking Blue Plants. Once there I lay down and let out a deep breath of air while my eyes close. We still need to find a new place… ‘Tonight, I’m too tired to do anything else right now,’ I tell my brain and allow myself to fall into the bliss of slumber once more.