You all left the train relatively silent, barring Pinkie Pie, who was excited, to say the least. Pinkie was everywhere at once, reminding you of 'Too many Pinkie Pies'.
Mark... you think suddenly, startling even you.
What?
From hence forth,I dub thee Mark.
I... Like it.
Knew you would. You smirk to yourself at this, knowing that Mark would ask the question.
How?
Because you’re me, and I liked it. Duh.
Mark was silent at this.
“So, Anon, why are you quiet?” Asked, Twilight.
“Because I’m talking to a part of my subconscious that I decided to call Mark.” You respond cheerfully, not even looking at her. In your peripherals, you notice that she has slowed down to a stop, mulling over your words. She shakes her head before continuing on with the group.
Smooth.
Go back to being quiet.
You continue walking down the road leading to the castle. You find it weird how a road leads directly from the station at one end of the city to the castle at the other end of the city, but you suppose it’s easier for you.
You all arrive at the castle, noticing a chariot parked within the walls.
“Well, the princesses are here,” Twilight says, pointing out the most obvious thing in the world. In fact, why doesn’t she become the princess of obviousness?
Because she’s the princess of friendship.
Shut up, conscience of obviousness.
You walk up to the gate with the girls in tow, but your progress is stopped when you find not one, but two spears in your face.
“Good afternoon to you, too.” You say mirthfully, not even remotely fazed by the point sticks about to poke your eyes out.
“Strong Shield! Gleaming Sword! Stand down, now!” Twilight shouts at the two guards, who start to nervously stand down, returning to their posts.
“You’ll have to excuse them, Anon. They’re idiots.” Ten points for the reference, Twi! “Now, come on. We have to see the princesses so we can ask you more questions.”
“Yipee.” You deadpan.
The questioning didn’t go as bad as you thought it was. It was all easy questions that you learn the answer to in elementary school. Though the ones about reproduction were awkward for you, to say the least. Especially when one of the researchers asked to see your… well, you know what.
Now, you were following the directions given to you when you asked if you could have some food. You had been directed to a room containing a fridge full of delicacies such as cake and donuts and cake and chocolate and cake and not to mention, cake..
You see the room and walk inside, ignoring everything else as you see the gargantuan fridge and move towards it. You open the door and are greeted by the most beautiful sight you have ever seen. You have never seen so much glorious food in one area before.
You rummage through the fridge when you hear a familiar annoying upper-class screech. You turn around to see a white unicorn with a blond mane and tail looking at you in shock and horror.
“What in tartarus are you supposed to be!?” He screeched.
“A human and a guest of Celestia.”
“Get out, peasant! Nopony raids my fridge.” You give a deadpanned look at him and point to a label on the side of the fridge that says, ‘Property of Princess Celestia. Available to all guests of the castle.’.
“You sure ‘bout that, Blueblood?”
With that, he lets out an indignant cry before charging at you, head down so his horn is pointing towards you. This ought to be fun.
Just before he hits you, you spin sideways, causing him to crash horn first into the fridge. As far as you know, horns are sensitive, so imagine charging horn first into a solid object, only to have it embedded in said object.
You laugh as Blueblood struggles to get out, before he screams out, “AUNTY TIIIIAAAAAAA!”, tears streaming down his face. By this point you can’t stop laughing, even as the room glows golden for a second.
Celestia stares at the scene before her, before struggling to hold in a snicker. “What *he* happened here?”
“Well, Bluebutt here decided to charge at me after failing to claim ownership of the fridge. You can see the results.” Celestia shakes her head mirthfully and pulls Blueblood out with ease.
But, as soon as he is free, he blasts you in the chest with a beam of magic, sending you crashing into a table on the other side of the room. You stand up, brushing yourself off.
“Now I remember why we all hate Blueblood.” You mutter, whilst Celestia teleports him away, hopefully to the moon.
“Sorry, Anon, but he can be a bit of a pain at times.” Celestia apologises.
“It’s fine. Tickled anyways.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. So, I have a question. If or when I go back to Ponyville, where will I be staying?”
Celestia pondered this for a minute. “I suppose you could stay at Twilight’s castle until you have alternate arrangements.”
Checklist: Find somewhere to stay until I get my own place: Check. Next: Find a job.
“Okay. So where will I be staying here?”
Celestia gives you directions, and, after thanking her, you walk to where your room is, all the while having the sneaking feeling that you are being watched.