//------------------------------// // 2 - Roll (rev. 2) // Story: Just Roll With It // by sunnypack //------------------------------// Chapter 2: Roll I heard pounding at my door but I barely heard it in my massive freakout. Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh hell no! My Dad’s done it, he’s made an illegal genetic experiment and it’s living in the kitchen. Oh why is this happening to me?!. Any second now, the government's going to be pounding on the door. “Hey, I heard you have an illegal genetic experiment, can we have a look?” “Sure, officers, right this way. You might have to be careful because it can also utilise some sort of telekinesis psychic thing!” TELEKINESIS. NOPE. “You do realise I have a master key, right?!” I heard my father yell from the other side of the door. I heard a mumble from the other side. The door clicked open. I dove into the covers. I heard a strange sound, almost like two people were entering the room at the same time. Only, the two people were perfectly synchronised. My eyes widened. That horse-unicorn-wing-thing is in my room! I nervously peered out of the covers. A red mane and brilliant emerald eyes filled my vision. I dove back into the covers. Yep. Right there. My suspicions are confirmed. Unicorns and magic. Sunshine, rainbows and fairy floss! I thought to myself incoherently. A soft voice broke the silence. “There’s no need to be afraid," she whispered soothingly. I peered out once again to register a canopy of white suspended around me. I realised they were white feathers. I touched one of them, it was soft… Amazingly, the canopy did wonders to calm me down. I took a shuddering breath. “Okay, my freakout has downgraded from apocalypse to natural disaster," I mumbled, sagging in my bed. The winged unicorn smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear that, feeling better?” She asked, with a pleased expression. I nodded slowly. It occurred to me that I had been awfully rude to the nice mythical being. “My name’s Harmony," I finally offered, giving her a weak smile. “Queen Tempora,” she replied, “but you may call me Tempora, all my friends do." She placed a... hoof on my head and giving it a light tussle. The unicorn-horse-thing eased herself off my bed. “Much as I like to continue our conversation and get to know each other in greater detail, there is much I must do on the other side to begin preparations. Farewell, Harmony," she said, grinning at me. “I hope to see you again, sometime.” Tempora left the room, closing the door with a click. I let loose a pent-up breath I didn’t know I was holding. Moments later, my door opened again with my Dad leaning against the door frame. “So, what’d you think?” he asked, although I felt there was a hint of hesitancy in his question. Well it could have been worse. It could have been the consumptive flesh again. I gave him a lopsided smirk. “She’s alright," I answered and Dad’s face brightened. I held up a hand, my expression darkening. “But she is not Mom," I warned as he shrunk back a bit. “Of course not," he said gently, sadness flittering across his features. I swallowed back a pang of regret. Some things should have been left alone. Just as I was about to say something, a small shiver ran through the house. I was almost knocked off my bed. Standing up in a braced position, I glared at my Dad, convinced that anything paranormal from this moment was linked to him and that unicorn-thing. “What was that?” I asked tentatively. Dad looked excited. A goddamn yoyo I tell you. “Isn’t this amazing? We’re going to Equestria!” “What?!” I choked, my jaw hanging loose. I didn’t get a chance to say more.