//------------------------------// // Epic Introductions // Story: Existence // by Spectar37 //------------------------------// Chapter 4 *Unknown amount of time later* I awoke to an uncomfortably low roof over my head. Ok, this is unexpected. I look around to find my friends still unconscious, surprisingly. Normally I don’t wake up as early as them, from what I know of. But that can wait till later, I have a situation to puzzle my way out of. I try to get up to find my left hand tied down to the small bed that I currently reside on. The knot looked fairly weak so I should easily be able to undo it. While I was untying the knot, I looked around the room. We seemed to be in a small cottage somewhere in the world we reside in, which I’m in need of finding out. The knot ceased to be and my now free hand no longer hindered me from getting up. Standing up, I find myself suddenly stronger than normal, or maybe that’s the lack of armour on. My head seems… clearer than normal. I look around, processing information insanely faster than normal. What happened to us? Were we captured? Experimented on and this cottage was just here to keep us calm when we woke? I’ll think about that later, for now let’s get more information. Using my extensive knowledge of viable and unrealistic military tactics used in video games, I search the room for relevant info on where we are. After about 15 minutes of looking, I only learned that the locals write in English so they must also speak it. I’ll have to leave the room for the knowledge I seek. I opened the door just a crack to see if anyone was outside. Luckily, no one was, letting me proceed to the door adjacent to our room. I once again check if anyone was inside to find it empty, and a bedroom. Ignoring that room, I move on. *10 Minutes later* Ok no one but us here. I returned to the first room, which is what I’m going to call the room my friend are in, to find Tony slowly regain consciousness. As his eyes opened I spoke up. “Sup.” “Where are we,” he asked, again. “In a cottage on a small hill,” I told him, “other than that, no idea, still.” “How long was I unconscious?” he asked. I’m guess everyone’s gonna ask me that. “About half an hour,” I answered, hearing him sigh before finishing, “After I woke up,” “Wait, you were out as well,” I nodded, “so who bought us here?” “That is what I have been spending half an hour trying to figure out,” “Oh, so do you have any idea?” “Neoup,” “…Well damn,” Remembering about the newfound clarity in my mind, I decided this was as good as any time to ask if anyone else has it. “So Tony,” I began, getting his attention in the process, “Have you noticed things like you can process information faster?” This left Tony thinking for a moment before he answered. “Now that you mention it, yeah,” This is interesting. Before my mind could pursue this topic further, the noise of a creaking bed alerted me to the fact that someone else has woken up. I turn to see the Girl-That-I-Should-To-Get-The-Name-Of-Sometime-Soon trying to get up. “Sup,” she spun to face me, her expression that of annoyance, “you need help with that rope?” “Did you do this,” She demanded again. “Neoup,” I answered. “Are you lying,” She, again demanded. “What’s with the demanding,” I replied in annoyance, “and what sort of question is that, if you asked a person who was actually lying that they aren’t exactly going to say yes.” That seemed to shut her up for a moment. A very short moment. “So, where are we?” She asked. “Good question,” I answered, “we are in a cottage on a small hill in an unknown land with no idea how we got here,” “Oh,” Tim and Sam began to regain consciousness and as they awoke I began. “Sup, we are in a cottage on a small hill in an unknown land with no idea how we got here, what land we are in or where our weapons and armour is,” I pause to take a deep breath before continuing, “So does that answer all your questions and do you need help with the rope?” “… Actually yeah,” they both answered in sync. “To which question.” “The first one,” they answered in sync, again. “Yay, I’m so good,” I said, using my superior sarcasm. Then I remembered that I have to get a name. I spin to face her, “Almost forgot, what is your name?” “Why do you want to know,” She asked. “I can’t just keep calling you random girl all the time,” I answered her. “You haven’t called me that.” “I can start.” “… good point, the names Anala,” She answered my original question. “Cool name there,” I commented honestly. The creaking of another bed means the last person to wake up has awoken. I turn to face Cloe as she tries to get up and see the rope. Ok my time to shine. “Sup, we did not do that, no we are not lying, we are in a cottage on a hill in an unknown land with no idea how we got here and where here is nor the location of our weapons and armour,” pause for breath and dramatic reasons, “any questions?” “Nope,” She replied, seemingly unphased by my quick and sudden explanation. “Aw you could at least look surprised like Tim and Sam were,” I complained sarcastically. “Well sorry for ruining your fun,” She answered, “but someone has to do it.” “Point,” I replied before turning to everyone, “Anyway, Has anyone noticed it to be easier to think and walk and stuff like that?” This threw everyone but Tony and I into deep thought. The first to answer was Sam. “Yeah I do actually.” “Yep,” Cloe chimed in. “Yes,” Anala followed. “Well, yeah,” Tim answered last. “Cool to know,” I said, heading towards the door, “if you need me, I’ll be downstairs.” I went downstairs and looked around before hearing new voices. “… if they’re awake?” Sounded female, gonna guess about nineteen to twenty two. Obviously has company unless she talks to herself. “Or mean?” Different voice, quieter, again female, guessing similar age to first voice. “Don’t worry, It’s not like we can’t take ah few critters on,” Another female answered with what sounded like confidence. This one has a weird southern american accent I’ve heard in a couple TV shows. Sorta stereotypical if you think about it, but that’s not important. The three owners of the voices were at the door and opening it. I was turning around to see who they were until Tim ran down the stairs shouting my name. “Yeah what,” I answered, turning to see what was so important. “We know what the loca…” Tim trailed off before going slack jawed and staring over my shoulder. “Something behind me?” I asked curiously. “Uuhhhhhhhh,” was all Tim seemed to be able to say. I started turning around while still talking, “Aw it can’t be that ba-HOLY UNICORN!” Right there, in the doorway, stood a unicorn and two others. Of the familiar variant. Twilight Sparkle stood in the doorway, two of her friends, specifically Applejack and Fluttershy next to her, all with their lower jaws hanging open. Similar to what I’m doing right now. They were shorter than I am, only coming up to my chest in height. The commotion I caused seems to have my friends rushing down the stairs. “What’s happening down there,” I could hear Sam yell out before appearing at the bottom of the stairs followed by everyone else. They looked around before going slack jawed like everyone else in the room. I gathered my senses as well as I could before talking. “Sup.” This seemed to have surprised the ponies in front of me, which isn’t surprising at all. I’m surprised they haven’t ran yet, actually. “Uhh,” Applejack began hesitantly, “Stay back, whatever you are, or ah’ll do somethin to ya.” “This is Epic,” I said to myself before answering Applejack’s threat, “Don’t worry, little Applejack, I don’t wanna cause trouble.” “Wait,” Twilight interrupted, “How did you know her name?” Now, time to troll, or try at least. “Magic, Twilight, Magic.” “You know mine as well!” she ranted, “but that’s impossible, you didn’t use any sort of magic at all, nor read my mind or anything!” “Never could,” I threw in, smirking. Tim realised what I was doing and decided to intervene. “Don’t be so hard on them,” he began, “To them, aliens just dropped in out of nowhere.” I saw his point and sighed, “Ok, I’ll be a good boy.” “Ok, Ah want some answers,” Applejack said firmly. “Ok, shoot,” I said, trying to avoid physical confrontation because, let’s face it, I can’t take a pony on in a fight. “Ok then, what are ya,” she demanded, almost as bad as Anala. “Human.” “How do ya know our names,” More demanding. “Magic,” I won’t tell the truth just yet. “Yer lyin,” Oh, she’s good. “Maybe I’ll tell the truth another day.” “Where are ya from.” “I’m guessing another dimension,” Sam answered her for me. This seemed to get twilights attention, “Really, but that’s impossible!” “Lately the impossible has been happening a lot to us,” Tony said matter-of-factly. “But to do that, you need to basically have godlike power, and there is nothing with that much power let alone the fact that you possess no magical power at all.” “Aw they are so Cute!” I could hear Cloe say through the heated debate “Andrew,” Tim said quietly over my shoulder, “look at Fluttershy.” I’m going to go with this for now. I look over to where Fluttershy who was shying away from the situation. She is scared of us I think. Gonna do what I do best. “ALRIGHT, CALM DOWN!” I shout out, killing the growing tension in the air with extreme prejudice. “We’re scaring Fluttershy.” All the humans in the room backed away from the ponies a little bit before I say more. “If our presence is a major issue, we will head back upstairs,” I said, getting a glare from Anala. I don’t think she likes the idea of the ponies getting the final say. “No, it’s ok,” the quiet voice of Fluttershy spoke up. This actually surprised me. "Are you sure," I asked, concerned if she was making the right decision. We all know what humans are like. "Yes," she replied, her voice carrying hidden strength, yet somehow managing to still sound shy, "I don't mind you being here, i just don't like it when every pony fights," Cute, she used pony terminology. Then Twilight spoke. "I told the princess about the six of you," she began, already predicting where this is going. "She wishes to see you herself," AAaaand my prediction is spot on. "Ok, how long toll she arrives," I ask, hoping to have time to get to the drop pod. "A few hours from now," her answer came. That's more than enough time to gather our equipment. "Alright," I began, but before i could say more, my entire body went numb and i collapsed onto the floor. My senses faded out as my mind randomly got weaker, fading out of consciousness. I just got up...