Authors Notes
Todays chapter was a crossover with Jake Witts' story, A Boy and His Box.Fair warning, I didn't write this chapter. It was originally written by Jake Witt, and afterwards I first personned it and cleaned it up as best I could. Jake gets a lot of flak for his writing style, and yes it is fairly difficult to follow. But if you stick it through, he proves that he's a decent writer with the stories that he's made.
It happened so quick it might have been funny... If it had happened to someone else. I may not be a diehard believer in slapstick, but I am a fervent supporter for it happening to OTHER people.
I fell through into a new universe, landing thankfully on a bed. Facefirst, of course. That was normal by this point. What WASN'T normal is what the bed did. It jackknifed like a hinge, flinging me into a nearby wall. And no, I wasn't even allowed to save face or anything like that. Somehow the arc of the beds throw(good god, I know JUST how odd that sounds) managed to put me into a perfect somersault, resulting in another faceplant. I know that its my signiture entrance by now, but I shouldn't have to have it done to me two times in less than ten seconds.Odd thing was, usually from an impact like that I would have been aching. For some reason I wasn't.
I found myself being moved, so I just played dead to see if I could figure out anything about my 'summoners'. They already had a plus one from me for putting me in a bed that didn't fling me across the room.
"Box... I think we killed him." An odd name, but I had heard weirder. And the fact that he actually sounded concerned for my safety was again, a plus.
"Just because you get scared to actual death doesn't mean we killed him," a second voice responded. What the heck did that even mean? I didn't smell any rotting flesh, was he an undead?
"What's going on out there?!" yet a third, feminine voice inquired.
"Happy working~- Oh hey don't mind me!" singsonged the female voice. She sounded familiar, and without being able to turn my head and put a face to a voice, I'd have to assume it was the green pony, Liar. Liara? Leer? Something like that.
"Please don't sing. Or at least that song..." the second voice I'm going to assume is named Box complained in a strained tone.
"Why?" she asked. A valid question, it wasn't like her singing was that bad. It was a bit out of tune, but nothing horrible.
"Scientists have yet to explain why he hates songs like that," voice number 1 stated in a dry manner.
"I like a fine line between the two. But songs that too happy sounding makes my skin crawl... wait is that an Equestrian phrase? I don't want to confuse Lyra." Lyra! That was her name! I knew I was close. Lyra, the human obsessed pony.
"My name is and will forever be Laura!" Well that just sounded off. Laura just sounded like too much of a...human name.
I decided I had gained enough information about these guys to make an informed descision, they seemed harmless, if a bit kooky. "Sorry to interrupt," I interrupted, "but is there a reason I'm here or why Q has a Flutterbat plushie?" I asked, leaning up on an elbow while pointing at the odd sight before me.
Discord was swimming around in the air holding a sign that said and literally screamed, 'DON'T MIND ME!!!', while perched on his head was a Flutterbat plushie, not unlike the one I had gotten for my sister.
Box immediately jumped down my throat with a barrage of words, "Hello, my name is Box withalongtitleinvolvingCelestia and the human with cubism legs is Lego Craft the guy who summoned you. And here is an almost human Laura a.k.a. Lyra. Nice to meet you Wade Jellecks, I've read a lot about you."
Well that was interesting, how exactly was he able to read about me? Did Auric or some other guy make a Displaced Dossier on me or something? "Read? About me? Here?" I asked, stepping away from the excitable pony.
"Yeah. Yeah. Has more likes than this story, but who cares!" Box said, tossing his hooves in the air. He changed into a unicorn and walked off muttering something about 'catching up with Auric' or something I wasn't quite able to make out. The green haired lady known as Laura walked off, humming a cheerful tune.
"That was new." Lego Craft stated. He turned his attention back to me, "Do you have your Teseract-cube thing or does the token work as one?"
"You mean my Escafil Device?" I asked, reaching into my backpack and digging it out. I handed it over, placing it in a blocky hand.
"Yeah that. Whatever you said," Lego replied, "I sort of need it. I can morph using a Mine Craft morphing MOD, but unlike Box over there-"
"What?" I exclaimed in confusion. Trying to rectify my verbal outburst, I followed up with, "What!?" Allright so my thoughts on finding another person who could morph kinda scrambling my ability to form coherant sentences. I tried once again, letting out another "What???" Lego gave me a dry look, a single eyebrow raised in contempt at my continued inability to say anything of importance. I finally decided to let him continue, so we could actually proceed with the conversation.
Lego continued with a short *ahem*, "I can't sound like what I acquire, nor can I use magic or fly in the respectful forms of those who use that magic," he explained.
"Is that so? Well can I see? I'm not doubting your word, but I'd like to see you morph." It wasn't that I was doubting him. I just really wanted to see it. If it was anything like mine I would finally be able to see what it looked like. I suppose I could just do it in front of a mirror, but that just sounds like such a drag.
Lego let out a shrug, before his entire body turned into black boxes that reshaped themselves and moved around. When they came back together, they reconnected and reshaped into the form of a pegasus. Color returned to his body, as it was orange all over with a two tone blue mane and tail that almost seemed to defy gravity. I tried not to look but I got a view of his butt mark, a lightning-shield sigil.
"Well that wasn't as impressive as I thought it would be," I snarked. I didn't mean to be rude, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't anything like one of my morphs. It didn't help me in my observations at all.
Lego Craft didn't seem all that offput, replying, "I can even redesign my forms. I have a recolored Rarity in my DNA."
Well that wasn't exactly anything new, I had one of those too. Oh god was I actually trying to one up this guy? I just met him, doing something like that would be a gigantic dick move! Regardless...
I started a morph to wondertwins, pitching forward onto newfound front legs. I met his height, watching his eyes widen as he watched the process. Once I was done, I realized his attention was fixed tightly on my neck, and left leg. I could see he was looking at my watch, but why was he looking at my neck?
"What's that?" Lego Craft asked, pointing at my neck.
I brought up a leg to my throat, and the flesh collided with the medal I had forgotten about. I replied quickly as I could, "Celestia made me an ambassador and royal translater or something like that. I can't read what it says..."
"I think you need a refund, it looks like a little filly scribbled on the design before the mold was carved and the forge accepted it."
"It's Equish," I replied, trying to defend it for some inane reason. I thought more on it, and the more I did the more it pissed me off. "And it's driving me insane!" I griped. I'm sure if I tried something hard enough, I could eventually get some headway on it...
It was with this musing that the hellspawns token, a golden banana that flew out of a hole in the air and landed in between us.
Like a complete and utter moron Lego Craft decided to nudge it with an orange hoof, "Is that a-"
"I recommend you don't mess with that token," I reccomended, waving a hoof at the offending bit of yellow fruit.
"It's a token?" Well that was a stupid question.
"No!" I rebuffed sarcastically, "All banannas glow and send people to perverted pony world!" I exclaimed. I let out a low sigh, and calmed down. My spazzing out wasn't helping anything. "For what peace and quiet we have, don't touch it," I suggested.
"Ok Princess Wade," he replied, chuckling at my choked stutter from him calling me 'princess'. He ignored my response for the most part, chunking the banana out of the room.
"Oh sweet, a bananna! Yaaaaaas!" came from the other room. I think it was Box who said it, but I couldn't be completely sure.
"Princess Wade?" I was finally able to ask without stuttering. I gave him my best 'confused' look to go with the question.
"Remember Animorphs, when Ax would call the leader 'Prince Jake'? The only prince here owns an empire far away and Blueblood could live and rule a van down by the river for all he's worth. So you're now the princess of morphing!" he said with a grin.
"How about we get this over with." I held out the Escafil Device once more, unsure of when I had actually taken it back. It was in my hoof though, so I obviously had to have taken it at some point in time. Lego gave another shrug, his little morphing show of black boxes appearing around himself, returning him to his human form. After he was done, he reached out a hand and placed it on one side of the cube.
<Species not recognized. Master Control present, Application Accepted,> it stated in thought speak.
After it was done, he looked over to me with an idea on his lips, "Hey, let's do a test run! Whoever can find the other wins!"
Just then Box walked in a hole in the air, covered in whipped cream, bruises and wearing a DK tie. Well it looks like this guy actually managed to get one up on the perverted ape. Good for him.
"That damn dirty ape didn't know what hit him!" he exclaimed. "Anyway, no. Unlike you where you can eat hair and morph in multiple things in a second-"
I leaned over to Lego, arching my neck upwards so I could whisper in his ear, "You eat hair?"
"And feathers. Its gross and I hope my added on abilities can cope with that," he replied in a hushed tone.
"- Wade's morphing can use up his magic reserves. So if you're going to play with these abilities, have him find you or just trust that it works," the whip cream covered pony supplied helpfuly.
Lego looked of towards a wall, peering at the clock hung on it. "It's been an hour, are you sure you want to stay in that form?"
Wait what? I started this morph less than five minutes ago! I hadn't really taken a good look at the clock beforehand, so I just brushed that comment aside.
"Unlike the books, he doesn't have a time limit," Box exposited. How exactly did he know about me in such detail? The dossier idea was looking more and more plausible by the second. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to beat up Donkey Kong." The pony known as Box turned around, hopping through a hole in the air. Without a second glance, he was gone again.
We made our way outside, with the intent of 'playing hide and seek'. He ran off and then called out start.
<The apple stand looks like a good place to hide,> I heard him brodcast in thought speach. Oh, I was going to abuse that to death.
"Found you!" I proclaimed, pointing at a green Cheerilee.
<Are you kiddin' me?!> he asked, accidentally brodcasting in thought speak again. "How are you even finding me, Wade?" he asked in Cheerliee's voice.
"Um, I heard the only green teacher pony is a pegasus? And the real one is behind you." I pointed at the irate teacher. It was as good enough of an excuse as any.
We continued for the next two hours, me searching around as he hid. I found him twice more, once as a duck and once more as another attempt of Cheerilee. At least he got the color right that time...
I found myself now though, having searched for at least an hour on one attempt. Without any clues to go on, I decided to try something risky. Risky in the fact that it probably wouldn't work.
I started morphing my changeling hybrid morph, chitin growing out of flesh and a long horn arching from my brow. I sat down on my haunches, closing my eyes and concentrating. When I shut down my own thoughts, I cast my mind out into my environment and trawled through the emotions of the populace. Happy thoughts, a couple people who were hungry, more than one person feeling nervous...someone feeling an inordinate amount of giddiness. I stood up, following this taste as best I could, pushing people out of my way when they came across my path.
I found myself standing underneath a cloud, a familiar plume of rainbow tinged tail poking out of the bottom of the cloud. Seeing someone walking towards me, I let myself have a little grin.
"Hiya Dashy, are you you, or is that you?" I asked, pointing a hoof upwards towards the rainbow butt high above us.
"What? Who the hey are you, and what the hey do you mean am I-" she cut off, peering at her dopplegangers butt above. "Oh great theres more than one of you. Well I'm me, no fooling around there." she argued.
"But how do I know you're you?" I pressured.
"I'm me, and I don't need to prove it to some weird pony and his changeling friend," with this she took off with a huff, flying off to the east.
I looked back up to the rainbow tail and thought on this prediciment. I had to assume it was him, based on process of elimination. That, or the Rainbow that took off was him. If that was the case then he was a TERRIFIC actor. I was then hit by a wonderful bit of luck. The rainbow tail vanished, and for a second I had a spike of fear that I had lost my quarry. Then I saw Lego fall out of the bottom of the cloud, screaming all the way.
I was worried for a split second, and then Box appeared out of another hole in the air. It seemed he had pulled Donkey Kong through with him, and was trading blows with the perverted monkey. They yelled something back and forth between themselves before Box fell back through another hole. I was beginning to suspect that was his running gag or something.
I charged a burst of magic to my horn, attempting to create a ball of pressurized air to slow his fall. I actually managed to make a decent effort, slowing him down the slightest amount so I was able to jump up and catch him before he hit the ground and went splat. I wrapped my hooves around his midsection, his weight dragging us back to the ground. My legs buckled, but I set him down unscathed.
"Found you," I crowed, perfectly willing to bask in my victory. Saved your life And found you while you were hiding. I win times two!
An hour after that, we had concluded our little game and he had treated me to a bite to eat. A bit spicy for my tastes, but still palletable. We had made our way to his house, when the inevitable happened.
"Well, looks like I must be going." I surmised. I had the feeling of a hook in my midsection, the feeling I get whenever I'm about to get sucked back to my Equestria. And then it was gone. Weird.
He turned his attention fully to me and asked, "Wade, would you like to acquire the DNA of an animal before you go?"
"What kind?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. If he could supply me with something big, this little venture might prove to be a bit of a bonus. Imagine if I could get a giant manticore, or a freaking hydra the size of a skyscraper! Limited usage given their size, but it would still be cool.
He crossed his arms and smirked, "Are you a fan of pokemon or giant spiders?"
"You have pokemon?" I asked. A twinge of excitement went down my spine at the possibilities.
"I don't but Box can spawn some," as if on cue Box was tossed into the room. He had some sort of anthro-ish form he was wearing, along with so much paint it looked like he was covered in tribal tattoos.
"BUCK YOU DONKEY KONG!! Oh and tell your Pinkie I said 'hi' you damn ape!" he let out with a titanic roar.
Lego helped Box to his feet as he asked, "Sorry about that. Did I miss anything?"
"Um... sort of. Can Wade here acquire pokemon DNA?" he postulated, pointing at me with a slight grimace.
Box pulled a cardboard box full of normal and Celestia motifed pokeballs out of nowhere, placing it on the floor. He took out a laptop-again, out of nowhere. I had to assume he had access to some sort of hammer space.- and read something before closing it, "Before I was Tia's adopted son, the two of us would hunt pokemon to catch and train with. These pokemon are bred to protect Celestia... So what'll it be? Charazard? Onyx?" he asked, fixing me with a wide grin.
I took a few seconds to think on it. It wasn't like they were bad choices, but they were both overly large ones that would stick out like sore thumbs. Plus I never liked them, from the show or the games. I finally replied, "Not those two. Though can I have a Squirtle, Mew, Gengar, Pikachu, Dratini, Vulpix or Ninetails, a Sandshrew, and of course Ponyta?" I had always loved the first six, in fact the first six -besides mew, that was an impossible to capture pokemon.- had been my main team for Pokemon Yellow. It might not have been the best loadout, but I had always liked it. And the idea of having a form that could burrow under the ground was appealing. Of course I had to have Ponyta if one was available for acquiring, there was a pony motif to keep up.
"Can do except... I don't have Ninetails and Celestia's Ninetails... Well, nopony touches her Ninetails... nobody either! Not even the Princess herself!" Box exclaimed, his tail twitching irritably, "That thing is spoiled rotten," Box mumbled under his breath as he fished out the eight pokeballs.
He tossed all his obtained pokeballs, letting out my requested creatures. A blue turtle, a flying pink baby-thing, a short purple spiked creature with a creepy smile, a yellow mouse with red cheeks and is sooo cute, a cute blue-white snake-fish-thing with two white fins on its head, a red fox with curls and black paws, a yellow armadillo with a brick-like shell, and a flaming unicorn. All in all, more than I could ever have wished for.
"Are we at Fluttershy's cottage yet?" asked the burning pony. "I'm tired of Netflix and reruns of 'My Little Eevee'... Oh hello there."
The ponyta shook Legos hand with both front hooves, "Hi! I'm Amber. What's your names?"
"I'll be honest..." I started, trying to cover up my embarrassment. "I didn't really think you would be able to just toss out a bunch of balls and immediately call them all. Or that they'd be able to talk. No offense. After living with a bunch of sentient, pastel colored, previously assumed fictional ponies, I really shouldn't be this surprised." I ended, with a flair of my hooves. As well as a raised eyebrow. You can never do without a raised eyebrow. a raised eyebrow is like saying 'screw you' to the universe.
"Sadly only psychics and equine pokemon can talk," Box said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Well. Seeing as you all are actually intelligent, I guess I can actually ask you yourselves. I would like to copy your forms, by touching you and absorbing a miniscule amount of you, like a skin flake at most. Would that be agreeable?" In unison the pokemon nodded and Mew giggled.
I morphed back to normal, so I could acquire them properly. The pokemon -who were focused on me-, allowed me to put them in a happy relaxed state -and pissed off the Gengar-.I turned my head after finishing acquiring Dratini, "I'm Wade, nice to meet you."
Box placed Pikachu on his shoulder, Squirtle and Sandshrew in his arms, Mew on his head while Gengar repeatedly punched a potted tree. Vulpix hopped around a bit, playing with a cricket it found.
"And I'm Lego Craft, story book hero." I said, kissing the mare's hoof... In which she drew back.
"You mean the same one who slayed the Enderdragon and returned peace to Equestria, only to be chained in a dungeon for turning three fillies evil. The same ones who turned King Sombra evil through song?" Amber asked, leaning dangerously close to Lego's face. She then became completely relaxed as her flames died down and she leaned on him with a tired sigh. Lego looked to me, so I gave him a nod.
Box returned the pokemon to their pokeballs, even Amber, as he starting off towards Fluttershy's cottage.
"I barely remember the Enderdragon..." Lego shrugged off what just happened and turned to ask me a question, "So do you have an MP3 player?"
"Yes. In fact, Twilight is trying to take it apart. Why do you ask?" I had almost forgotten about that. She had yet to make a plug that fit right in mine. All seven of the ones she'd made so far had been too small. I think she was rightfully afraid of breaking it.
"Well, I'm one of those people with useful tokens," he summoned a gold plated MP3 player to his hand to show me.
"Besides summoning you, what's so different about it?" I asked.
"You can play any music and sound from anywhere. Your Twilight could break this one and another music player will arrive in its place."
Okay, now that was worth the price of admission!~ I could just hand this over to Twilight, let her geek out over it and keep my poor little music player safe and sound.
"Cool, hows the battery life though? No matter. Now I'll have something to placate Twilight so my poor little music player can stay alive...It'll work just like a normal one though, right? Won't have Twilight breathing down my neck due to the player running off of happy thoughts or something, right?"
"Well, its battery never run down on me for five hundred years, probably more," he answered. Well that was one hell of a duracell. "It'll let you listen to any song or sound you've heard and even recommend music you haven't heard of. Tell your Twilight to 'go wild' on this. So how do I send you back?"
"Wade, our contract has been concluded' in that order in any way you want," I lied. There was no way it would actually work now, but it was a favorite of a bunch of different Displaced.
Lego Craft gave a smirk, "Wade the Animorph, our contract has been concluded, fly!" As an inky blackness slowly crept its way across my arms and legs, he added, "Build a better future!" And with that, I fell out of the universe.