Somewhere in, what will be Ponyville, weeks after Luna's banishment in a house on a hill lies a stallion on a crude couch filled with junk.
Pat. Pat. Pop. Jake is gone. Pat. Pat. Pop. One of my few friends turned evil and is stuck on the moon. My name is PJ. There's been debate on my part as to why its my name.
Pajamas or Pony Jake? None of those describe me. I'm a white stallion with a pencil cutie mark, for some reason. I have blue eyes, short red spiked mane and tail. I'm thinking of adding some yellow to it to turn a boring red into a fire-like color. Jake can't stop me now. Nopony can. I'm a "Mine Little Pony" or a "Minecraftian" Pony. With my Minecraftian mod powers I could make myself rich beyond belief... so why not?
All I do is toss a ball at a wall and have it place itself inside my inventory. Celestia can't stop me. In fact, I'm talking as if I just ruled the world when all I'm doing is wasting space, collecting dust. Seriously, I have a collection of dust that look like a farm... or a zoo with headless giraffes. My fireplace is always lit by either me or a royal guard assigned to do it for me.
She won't leave me alone, especially since Luna was banished. Her niece Cadence is still too young for conversation, but then again she's a helpless foal.
Letter. To: PJ
Please respond, I haven't heard from you in months. The guard tells me you still live here and I know you can't die so please! You're not out of paper are you?
End Letter.
Silly mare, I do have paper. If I respond to you, one of my airplanes will never fly again. Then again... one time won't hurt, will it?