The Conversion Bureau: The Land Downunder
By Da Bunnana King
Chapter Nine: Nightmares
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I awoke in a darkened room only to have a light from somewhere being shined on me. I was lying on the ground, only dressed in the clothes I wore day in and day out but this time they were tattered.
“Where the hell am I?” I asked, the void of darkness that surrounded me. It did respond, but it was not the response I had hoped for. The darkness began to take form around me into a grassy field, trees sprouted from the ground before me and clouds materialized in the sky.
No longer feeling panic, I stood up on my legs uneasily. It felt strange but my knees felt like they were bending the wrong way and I couldn’t feel my toes... or my hands. I looked down only to see hooves. They were white long stumps that protruded from where my shoulders would be if I were a human.
“Woah... this is... new.” I said, only to discover that my voice had shifted an octave higher. Strangely I wasn’t bothered that I was a pony, but all I felt was... relief. Relief from the fear of knowing that I could never wake up in the morning. Relief of not being hunted like a rabbit by the hounds of hell. Relief from the pain that my heart had felt when my parents were killed.
I was happy, no longer being haunted by the sins of my past life or the scars that my body had acquired from the torture I had endured in the harsh wasteland of the Australian bush.
“So this is what a pony must feel like all the time.” I stated to myself, as the reality of my new life began to set in. I didn’t know what I was, whether it be an earth pony or pegasus because I didn’t see a horn coming out of my head. It didn’t matter, all that mattered to me now was finding a town.
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I trotted in the direction of the setting sun in a hope that I would find a town soon. The sun bearing down on me was unlike the sun I had experienced back home. This one was warm and inviting as if it was shining down upon me saying, ‘Welcome to your real home, Alex.’
I loved it, I never would dream of leaving this place. I closed my eyes and sniffed the air around me, I could smell the grass that was freshly cut, and the trees were in bloom spreading their fragrant scent of burnt wood.
“Wait what?” I asked myself, as the world around me had began to burn. The trees leaves burned like cotton balls and the tree trunks glowed red and slowly withering from the flames. The meadow around me burned in a blazing fire.
It destroyed everything in it path; turning it into charred remains of tree or ash. The sun and sky had darkened leaving a red and charred sun with a light blood-red sky. But there was a land untouched by the fire, a small town; like the the one on a postcard that my mother had sent me of the small town she was living in, Ponyville I think was the name. I galloped towards the town with all my strength.
Something stopped me though, it was the man who killed my parents and left me to hang. He was standing there with a rifle in hand, but his face was distorted be on recognition. His nose was broken, eyes blackened red and swallowed into their sockets, face melting and bones not bending in the right direction.
“Yoooou and meee ponnnyy fag.” He said, in a deepened voice that sounded he was drowning.
I continued to gallop around him making a break for the town, surely someone would help me there. But something stopped me dead in my tracks. A ring of fire had encased me, burning away my flesh leaving me as a human again.
“Shit. Well this is great.” I swore underneath my breath, as he approached me with the rifle held in one hand limping over to me as if he were a zombie.
“Haaavvve fun burning iiin hell ponnny fag.” he moaned again, approaching me with the gun nearly at my head.
“Fuck no!” I yelled, and tried to hit him but only landing a punch that was as weak as wet paper.
“I believe your missing your nnneck tiiie Allleexxx.” He moaned, again knocking me off my feet and dragging me to a large willow tree with a branch that held a noose around it.
“No no no no.” I begged as he hoisted me up with one hand and placed my neck inside the noose. “NO LET ME GO! LET ME LIVE!”
“This is what monsters like you get.” It said, but it was no longer a man but a pony; a white pony with a black mane, a earth pony to be precises.
“What... I don’t understand urrggg...” I said, as I felt the noose cut into my throat making me gag. All I saw was the pony staring at me with its eyes filled with fire and all the hatred of humanity.
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“OOOOAAAAHHHH!!!” I screamed, as air filled my lungs. I sat up in the darkened room, drenched in sweat. Knowing that I wouldn’t get back to sleep and that it was probably the morning, I should leave to put my plan into effect.
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Authors Notes: So I heard you like ponies, so I wrote you a fanfic. Tell me what you think. Oh Cloudhammer and WastelandGunner are best Grammar Nazis.