Wilhelm screamed in agony as pain rushed up his spine and blood trickled from his eyes onto his death note... The baron had poisoned the wine. That bastard... he had tricked him this whole time into kidnapping innocents... and now he was paying the price for it. As he hit the ground his past began to flash before him...
Then, all of the sudden... the pain stopped. He opened his eyes- was he dead yet?
Then he realized- he wasn't in the same room as he was before- he was near the opening of a forest- he could hear people talking- was he near the village? How? He took out his pocket knife and drew it- just to be safe. He slowly approached the entryway- and was surprised to see a different village than Altstadt. And there were horses everywhere... multicolored ones. And they looked different- their faces were much more expressive, and their hooves were less defined... where on earth was he? And where were the people he heard talking? He ducked behind a tree stump closer to the village and behind what he presumed to be a bakery...
That's when it scared the life out of him. He saw a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye before a squeaky voice made him jump.
"Watcha' doing?" One of the horses just talked to him!?
"Oh my- God!" He shouted, jumping back in surprise, he stumbled and ran from the scene.
"Hey! Wait!" It called, he didn't listen- he just ran.
What on earth is this!? Wake up, Wilhelm! Wake up! He mentally screamed, he stumbled over tree stumps every few steps... He ducked behind another tree and flattened himself to it- and was dead silent.
He took the second to take everything in, despite how bewilderingly confusing everything was... where was he? This wasn't Prussia- the architecture was different- and they certainly didn't have... talking horses... what was this place? How was he still alive? Just a second ago he was dying alongside his men after they drank poison wine- now this?
He shook his head in disbelief. This was too much... his mind couldn't handle this...
He peered his head around the tree and saw the Pink... horse-like creature looking around. He ducked his head back when he saw her head turn. He inhaled and exhaled in fear- this was too much for his poor brain. Just a few seconds ago, agonizing pain had scrambled his mind- was he going insane?
"Hey!" She yelled- somehow appearing right next to him, he jumped and hit the back of his head on a tree.
"Ah- OW!" He shouted, he clasped his hands to his head.
"Uh... eheheh... oopsies..." She said, giving him a nervous smile, Willhelm grabbed his knife and started slashing it in front of him.
"Woah-! Easy-!" She shouted, Willhelm kept swinging to create a barrier of sorts.
"Get-! Back-! Get away from me-!" He yelled, Pinkie stood back.
"Okay! Okay! Just- don't hurt me." She said, and slowly backed away from him about ten feet. Willhelm sat down- still pointing the knife at her.
"What the hell are you...?" He said, still having his knife pointed at her, she sat still.
"H-hey, easy! I'm not gonna-" She jumped back as Willhelm thrusted his knife in front of him in a threatening manner.
"Get back!" He shouted, and she complied.
The obvious terror and confusion in his eyes became obvious after a few seconds of merely looking at him, and she realized that. Pinkie Pie just sat there until Willhelm lowered his knife - albeit very very cautiously.
"Uhm-" She started, he immediately raised his knife again.
"Don't even think about it." He said.
"Okay! I get it, just, please, calm down." Pinkie Pie said, looking at him in a rather 'begging' look.
He lowered his knife again as the tension left his mind.
There must have been something else in that wine... He thought, he then coughed and some blood stained the sleeve he coughed on.
"Oh no..." He whispered.
"Hey- you all right?" Pinkie asked, Willhelm was somewhat startled by her voice as he was dragged out of his train of thought.
"Hello?" Someone called, Pinkie immediately recognized the voice.
"Daniel! Over here! I found the guy you were talking about!" She called, Daniel rushed over to Willhelm and knelt down next to him.
"Are you all right?" Daniel asked, Willhelm's eyes shot between Daniel and Pinkie.
"Uhm... other then the fact there's a talking horse in front of me-"
"Hey! Big difference between a horse and a-" Pinkie was interrupted.
"You're not hallucinating." Daniel said, putting his hand out to help Willhelm to his feet, and as he looked around, he noticed Celestia.
"Wh... where am I?" Willhelm asked, Daniel smiled.
"Equestria." Celestia answered, smiling. Willhelm put his hand to his face.
"Ugh... *cough!*..."
"Is he all right?" Daniel asked, Pinkie pointed towards his sleeve. Daniel looked towards Celestia.
"Let's get him checked out." Celestia said, and she walked Daniel and the others towards a carriage.
"By the way, Pinkie, how did you get here so quickly? I didn't see you on the carriage." Daniel said, Pinkie gave him a smug look.
"Secrets." She winked, Daniel looked at her oddly. Pinkie grew real close to his ear.
"I'll tell you later!" She whispered, and they left.
Wilhelm sat up in the hospital bed. They had put him under some sort of sedative and claimed they had checked out his lungs- how, he wasn't sure, only that he wasn't coughing up blood anymore. His eyes were sore and his chest felt numb.
The door opened and in walked the Pink... thing... from earlier. He couldn't call it horse- it looked almost human... and to call it a 'creature' just sounded demeaning...
"Hey, how's it going?" She asked, Wilhelm put his hand to his head.
"Well, other then the fact I have a large bruise on my head... and considering I've probably lost my mind... I think I will be all right." He said, sounding rather intimidated.
"Hey, relax." She assured, walking up to him.
Wilhelm groaned in confusion. The weight of it all fell heavy on his poor brain.
"Miss... where exactly am I?" He said, looking around at the strange devices on the wall.
"You're in a hospital." Pinkie said, looking somewhat confused.
"I've never been in a hospital like this before... what are those devices for?" He said, pointing at several pipes and surgical tools. Upon hearing this, Pinkie looked even more confused.
"Those are what they used to look inside of your lungs...?" She said, the confusion growing on her face was only trumped by the sheer shock that had not yet registered in Wilhelm's mind.
"...What??" He asked.
"You've never seen machines like this? Really?" Pinkie asked.
"You have equipment that can peer into a person's organs? It was only theorized back at my home! I must be going crazy..."
Well, the guy might be right about being crazy... but for the wrong reason... Pinkie thought, but then she noticed something about him: his clothes. They seemed to not just be old-fashioned... but almost last-century.
"...Wait a minute... Will- you don't mind me calling you that?" She asked.
"Go ahead... yes?" He asked, looking exasperated.
"...What year was it before you came here?" She asked.
"Eighteen thirty-nine. Why?" He asked, Pinkie looked shocked.
"...This is too big of a plot twist even for me!" Pinkie said, Wilhelm shook his head in confusion.
"What??" He asked, his face scrunched up.
"Never mind. I gotta' go." She said, and before Willhelm could say a word, Pinkie bolted out of the room.
Willhelm was beginning to feel less like he was going mad, and that he was entering a mysterious, hidden world...
...and just as he was getting into the realization of this, he heard something. A sound defying description... a voice from the void, and a mighty thunder could be heard from the distance.