Chapter 6
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I shifted, moving my hoof, trying to find my blanket. I must have kicked it off during my sleep. It's been three months now since I woke up as Apple Bloom on Father's Day.
After my interview on the Ellen Degeneres Show, we'd gone to Michelle's family's house and made the arrangements. Hours later, we'd gone on the David Letterman Show, which was amusing, I'll give it that. thankfully, he managed to keep any haters from getting involved.
.Within days I'd been in interviews for Nine News, Ten News, The Project, Seven News at six and ABC News all via satellite, since it was harder to just keep going back and forth than simply talking via satellite. I even got to appear on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. In truth, things had gone better than I could have expected. I was a worldwide celebrity.
On every interview Michelle was always with me, sometimes with other from the MLP production team, including other voice actors, like Ashleigh Ball, Andrea Libman, Tabitha St. Germain, though my personal favorite to meet was John de Lancie, the voice of Discord. We all had a lot of fun role playing with their voices for the cast, especially me and Ashleigh, since she voices Applejack, my technically big sister now.
I’d also gotten to meet Gabriel Brown or as he’s known on YouTube, Black Gryph0n, since he and Michelle are very good friends and we had some really interesting conversations.
However, the highlights soon stopped being fun for me. A lot of people joked with me about finding a stallion one day, something I was uncomfortable about for multiple reasons, the main one being I wasn’t interested in males, let alone equines, but also because of the fans.
I’d never understood why some non-bronies got anxious around bronies... until I met a ton of heavy Apple Bloom fans later on. I’d needed several security guards to keep them off me.
Plus, it wasn’t just the MLP fandom I really started having to worry about. There was also the Anti-Brony community. At every appearance I made they were shouting taunts, calling me a freak or abomination. A few even went so far as to tell me to go back to Hell and leave the world alone.
Those remarks really hurt a lot.
It got to a point where, three weeks after one incident, I’d stopped leaving the house, barely even left my room for fear of the paparazzi being at the windows. We even had bouncers outside our house and in the backyard, making sure no one got in without them knowing.
Admittedly, I’d at least gone two days without an incident. I hadn’t even spoken to anyone online.
As I lay in my bed, I frown, keeping my eyes closed as I continue trying to find my blanket. As I search, my frown deepens. Why did it feel like I was lying on grass, like when I used to hang outside with Jack?
That’s also something I can’t really do anymore, not while feeling at ease, anyway, with all the bouncers around.
Suddenly I hear the sound of barking not too far off and groan.
“Jack,” I call out, completely forgetting that the rest of my family might still be sleeping, “quit barkin’, will ya? It’s too early fer yer yappin’.”
Suddenly the barking changed, as if he’d found something... hold on. His bark sounded... more feminine? How the hell can I tell that?
The sound of pounding steps on... ground(?) reached my ears, which swivel in the direction of the sound.
The sound of the paws pounding the ground comes really close, it's as if Jack has ran up to me (which does not make sense, since I’m inside and in my bed, elevated from the ground), before they stop and I fee; a wet tongue lick my cheek.
I yelp, leaping up, my eyes shooting wide open and flopping down again, seeing who’d licked my face. It was a brown collie dog with a white stomach, paws, snout and white at the main end of its tail. It was wearing a red collar and was smiling at me, its mouth open and tongue out as it pants.
Something is wrong here. I know this dog, but it isn’t Jack. What's more... this dog looks like it was a cartoo—
My gut drops and I stand up, whirling my head in every direction. I'm not in my bedroom. I'm standing in an open green field, off in the distance I can just see what looks like a farm, surrounded by trees. But what really makes me freeze in fear is it doesn’t look real. It's like a cartoon. A cartoon I’d watched many a times over. A cartoon that my current form came from in the first place.
My mouth quivers as I tried to speak. “Ah... Ah... Ah’m...”
The collie bounces in front of me, wagging its tail, as if ready to play.
I stare at it, then up at the barn in the distance. “Ah’m... in Equestria.”
The brony part of me wants to whoop and cheer, dance around like a complete idiot. But it is but a whisper in the screaming fear in my mind as it tells me this is all wrong.
What am I doing in Equestria!? How did I even get to Equestria? Why am I in Equestria?
"Apple Bloom!"
The stern, female voice makes me yelp again and my eyes widen as they fall upon the owner as they walk towards me, a very unhappy look on her face. It's Applejack and she doesn't look too pleased with me.
I try to say something; to form some kind of response, but it's like my mouth has forgotten how to talk. I can't even form a single vowel.
"Yer in big trouble, little missy," the orange mare says and before I can even process what she's said, she whirls me around, bites down on my tail and starts dragging me across the field.
I flop on my stomach, caught off-guard and am dragged several metres before I realize what is going on and start to fight against her. I try digging my hooves into the ground to give me some traction, but all they do is create grooves where my hooves passed, leaving the under dirt exported.
"Applejack, stop!" I say, still trying in vain to resist her grip. Man, why couldn't I have turned into Big Mac instead? "Ah ain't Apple Bloom! Ya got the wrong filly!" Not sure why I thought that argument would work, but it's what comes out my mouth, regardless.
"Uh-huh," she replies through my tail in her mouth. "Yer just some random filly who just looks like my sister, sounds like my sister and who Winona likes, right?"
I'm about to say "yes" before I realize she's being sarcastic. I try several more times to free myself from her grip, before I just give up and let her drag me along like a sack of potatoes.
Whilst she drags me, I decide to use the time to think about what was going on.
Okay. So, three months ago Ah woke up as Apple Bloom and then, three months later, Ah wake up in Equestria, with no idea how 'r why Ah got here, Winona finds me, then Applejack finds me, mistakes me fer her sister and now Ah'm being dragged around by mah tail, I think, frowning. So, how did Ah get here, anyway? It don't make no sense. Ah go to sleep in my bed at home, then Ah wake up in an open field in Equestria?
I wince as I bump on something wooden and glance around to see, while I'd been lost in my thoughts, Applejack had brought us to Sweet Apple Acres. If I weren't preoccupied by the feeling of my stomach dragging on wood as we go over the porch, I'd probably be curious about my surroundings.
I hear a door open and we pass through a doorway. I'm then dragged up another set off stairs and down a hallway, Applejack stopping in front of a door I recognize from the show as the door to Apple Bloom's room.
Applejack pushes open the door and I brace myself to be dragged in or maybe tossed, when I feel her let go of my tail and hear, “What in tarnation?”
Finally free, I stand up and turn around to see what she’s looking at... before my jaw drops, hanging open just like hers.
Sitting on the circle of carpet of Apple Bloom’s room are Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and...
“Apple Bloom?”
The filly looks up, saying, “Yeah, sis?” before her eyes go wide as she stares at me and I stare at her. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle soon follow, their eyes wide as they look from Apple Bloom, to me, to Apple Bloom again and then back to me.
I see movement in the corner of my right-eye and glance over to the taller mare to see her turning to me, a much sterner expression on her face than before.
It takes me two seconds, the time it takes for her to fully turn her head, for me to realize what must be going through her head.
Two Apple Blooms couldn’t happen. One of us had to be a Changeling and since I’d actually told her I wasn’t Apple Bloom on the way here...
I turn and bolt, heading for the stairs, thankful I'd figured out running on four legs months ago.
“Oh, no ya don’t!”
I immediately hear thundering hoofsteps behind me and panic. There’s no way I can outrun Applejack! I’m a filly, she’s a full-grown mare.
I reach the stairs too fast and trip, tumbling down, hitting my head several time, before I flop on the wooden floor below and everything blacks out.