//------------------------------// // 8:00am // Story: Do you like ponies? // by Solstice87 //------------------------------// So before I get into this recount of what is happening, You should know a few things. My name is Toni. And currently every brony and pegasister in the world is turning into their OC. That includes me, even though I'm a closet pegasister. This might just be the worst thing to ever happen in my entire life. 7:56am, Monday, October 7th. Salt Lake City, Utah University for Classical and Modern Arts Beginner Clothing Design and Construction I'm supposed to be planning my line of clothing for the upcoming fashion show. Instead, I'm reading My Little Pony fanfictions while listening to my favorite musical artist, Zedd. Every time the professor comes near, I switch back to my plan and make a few tweaks. But yeah, I'm mostly reading fanfiction. Let me introduce myself. My name is Antonia, but I really hate it, so everyone calls me Toni. I'm 18 years old, and just beginning college. I have a major in Fashion Design, and a minor in Illustration. I am also a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. There is only a few friends I've told that I'm a pegasister, and those are my best friends in the whole world. Their names are London Rickman, Michael Brooks, Douglas Rivera, and Becca Camp. Also my mother, but she doesn't know much about it. So I was sitting there, with Zedd transitioning to The Living Tombstone, and I realize the music stops for a second. I stare at the screen of my laptop, thinking it might just be a bad internet connection, when the screen transitions to pure white. I'm staring at it for a second uncomprehendingly when I hear the bang. And my entire vision goes white. "Toni!... Toni!... TONIFORGOODNESSAKESWAKEUPTHISISYOURTEACHERSPEAKINGYOUNGLADY!" You know what? I can't remember a thing. And now my teacher is screaming at me. Also, I seem to have a slight itch on the back of my neck. It's probably nothing. I apologize to the teacher, and promise to work harder. Wait... Why is she looking at me so weird? Huh. The itch is intensifying. And now she's telling me to go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Why not. I walk down the stairs to the bathroom and enter. I look at myself in to mirror, not comprehending what I'm seeing. There is a giant blue streak in my hair. I'm sorry, I should probably tell you what my real reaction was. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY IS THERE A BLUE STREAK IN MY HAIR! MY MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I sigh and say to myself, "Okay... deep breaths... deeeeep breaths.... caaaalm.......itsnotworkingitsnotworkingitsnotworkingAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" I blow out air through my lips, making a sound that sounds like, "ppppppptttttttttttttppppbbbbbbbb........ Okay.... Brooks probably did this. This is just a harmless prank. I'll wash it out tonight." As I head back to class, I wonder why Brooks would want to do this. He's a brony, and maybe he saw me drawing my OC in illustration class... yeah. That must be it. I rub my face and walk in the door to class, checking my watch. It reads 8:03. I'll prank Brooks back later. Right now I have a fanfic to read. As I sprint into the Illustration classroom, the bell rings. Mr. Kelly barely looks up from his desk at the front and says, "Point five seconds late, Miss Daniels. Be more prompt next time." "Yessir..."I sigh as I take my seat next to Douglas. I mostly am friends with bronies and pegasisters, and Douglas Rivera is a brony. He's so cute, kind of like a boy-human version of Fluttershy. He leans over to me and whispers, "Hey... Toni? I... kinda need to ask you something considering the fandom..." "Sure, Douglas, what is it?" "Are you... I mean... Um.... Well, Have you... Has anything... weird happened to you this morning? Like starting about 8 am?" He stuttered, looking away from me. I stare at him in disbelief. "Um...yeah, I blacked out, and when I woke up, I had a giant blue streak in my hair and the back of my neck really itched... but does that count as weird to you?" "I.. I suppose... can I talk to you after class?" He asks shyly. "No problem", I say smiling. As I turn to the front, where Mr. Kelly is calling attendance, I frown as I see Brooks wearing a beanie. Brooks doesn't like beanies. In fact, to be blunt, he hates them. He prefers snapbacks, even in the winter. Then I notice something really weird. His beanie is moving. Like something is twitching underneath it. I'll ask him about it later. Or now. As Mr. Kelly tells us to open our laptops and get started, I open the fanfiction website again, and send Brooks a private message. TonidoesFANfics: Hey, Brooks, what's up? Your beanie is twitching. MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: Oh, eff, it is? TonidoesFANfics: Yeah. It is. At that, Brooks' hands shoot up to his head, feeling the twitching stuff down. His hands returned to the keyboard, typing another message to me. MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: Is it done? TonidoesFANfics: Yeah, it's barely noticeable. What's going on with it anyway? MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: I'll tell you after class, but you have to promise not to freak out. TonidoesFANfics: Somehow my part of my hair is dyed blue, and my mom is going to kill me later. I'm past freaking out. MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: Good. Bring Douglas, too. I look at his last message, and wonder why he would want Douglas there too. Whatever. I quickly message him back, telling him where to go and what exact time. I switch back to my drawing of Alexander the third of Russia, and pull on my headphones. I'm not sure what to feel with these recent events, but I just shrug it off. "Go with the Flow" is pretty much my trademark. There is no situation my friends have come up with that I couldn't fix, (except when London let loose a bunch of cats in a pet store with a dog adoption day going on, claiming, "they deserve to be free!") and I planned to fix this one. But first, I had to wash this dye out of my hair.