//------------------------------// // The rainbow coloured conversion bureau // Story: crossing paths // by clock work eye //------------------------------// I walked through the doors my eyes darting all over the room, pony's as far as the eye could see, my dad walks in behind me. "wow that's a lot of pony's isn't it son" "yup sure is" my dad points me to the counter to the left of me were a brown earth pony was sitting at a desk who looked to be typing on a computer, how I had no idea, we doth walk over to the desk I give a small cough to get her attention. "oh hi welcome to the conversion bureau how can I help you?" My dad steps in front of me before saying. "were just here to have a look around if that's OK?" "of course, just let me set up a profile if you don't have one yet?" "no we don't have one yet" "all right, names?" "Jason Rogers and John Rogers" "age?" "58 and 16" "OK that should do it enjoy" "thanks" My dad hands me a land yard which I put around my neck and my dad dose the same, with that we begin to walk around looking at every thing,nothing really caught my eye just a couple of TV's with pitchers of equestria on it and happy people and pony's. I had to admit I was curios of what equestria was like but I had this annoying voice in the back of my head saying that its all a lie.I guess I just did't trust the pony's. "A little to the left, no the other left" "sorry twilight I just cant see it properly" The voice was unmistakeably familiar it was the pegasus from earlier, rainbow dash was her name I think. I look up on the stage and she her with someone else as well. "Hi Dash" "oh Hi John nice to see you again" "you too I'm guessing that this is your friend yore helping" "yes her names twilight, she's a bit of an egg head" "DASH!! you know I don't like it when you call me that" "well there's no hiding the truth twilight" I start to think to myself perhaps these ponies are more human than I thought, looking on stage Twilight and Rainbow dash were having a perfectly normal argument about dash calling her a egg head, well as far as you can call normal.I hadn't really ever considered the ponies even close to human but then, I'm not sure anyone had, could it really be all that bad being a pony? "John you OK?" The sound of dash's voice snaps me out of my daydreaming I look up at her she had a concerned look on her face the more and more I think about it the more and more I want to do it,but when I think about how much I would be giving up, my home, my violence, my natural instincts, countless years of evolutionary success and not to mention all the history of mankind. "yes I'm fine just zoned out for a bit sorry" "k just you were a bit of a living zombie there" "hum! what ever" "well what could have you so deep in thought that you would turn in to a zombie?" She gave me a quick smirk after that, I did't want to tell her but I still did for some reason. "just thinking about what it would be like" "what?" "ponification" "look I can't force you to do anything, but I can promise you this, if you do get ponifide then I will be their with you, and ill give you a tour of pony vile and cantalot, I might even be able to get you a audience with Celesita herself" "you would do that for me?, why?" "because that's what friends are for" friends? I've never had a friend before. "John-John!!!" The sound of Trixie's annoying voice snapped me back to the present. "um-wha-what, what is it Trixie? "if you are quite done daydreaming, how far are we from this house?" looking around I quickly spot the house in question, it looked a lot cleaner than the last time I had seen it. "its just over there" I say pointing towards it then in the most snobbish voice. "dose her highness think she can mange the rest of the way, or would the great and powerful Trixie like me to carry her?" "if that's supposed to be funny it is not, the great and powerful Trixie is not amused" I give her a smug look and we continue walking, I start to think to myself just how many years its been since I last saw him, three years, three long years and I had't made any attempt to contact with him, some friend I am, that word ,friend, its the hart and sole of all this, the pony's worship the dam thing, it can define the relationship between two people and it has so much more meaning as well. I walk up to the door, the past flash's before me. "IF YOU WANT TO GO FUCKING FROLICKING WITH THOSE FUCKING FREAK'S THEN FINE!!!, BUT DON'T COME CRAWLING BACK BECAUSE I WONT BE HIRE, YOU CAN GO BACK TO CELESTIA AND BE PART OF THAT STUPID HERD!!!!!. "John don't do this, I just don't want to die!" "oh look at me I'm a stupid little sissy who's afraid of dying, well hires a news flash, WE ALL FUCKING DIE!!!" with that I grab my bag and storm out of the house thinking I was never going to come back. I stand looking at the door, contemplating whether I'm really going to do this, if I was really ready for what ever was on the other side of the door. "look if your not going to knock then the great and powerful Trixie will" Trixie gives three strong knocks to the door, I guess I have no choice now, just try not to beat the crap out of whatever opens the door. the door opens and standing in the doorway was a male unicorn, it had a dark green coat, a spiked yellow and mud brown mane and tail, everything about him was different but I could tell it was still him. "hello Alex long time no see" for the first few seconds he just stares at me blankly as if I had just lifted a seven tun truck above my head. "J-John is that you?" "yes, it's me, I'm surprised that it's you that doesn't recognise me and not the other way round" "yep, please come in" me and Trixie walk in, an immediate feeling of guilt and pain shoots through me, the past really does hurt as much as the present.