Another day, another boring day.
My life has a usual schedule for a fifteen year old, Wake up, early morning seminary, back to bed, back up, get dressed for school, go to school, talk with friends, finish school, come home, eat, free time, bed.
I feel as though I am part of a bigger picture, as though I’m just a pixel on an iPhone screen, unseen, but necessary.
The things I would do in my free time usually include, watching MLP:FIM, looking at art, writing Fanfics that are total crap, and listen to music, to name a few.
I don’t know how, but the other day, as I sat at my piano, a cool black Yamaha Clavinova electric Grand piano, I felt as if I didn’t belong in my world, almost like Lyra in Jason The Human’s story ‘Anthropology’, I found my self thinking.
‘I Just want to spread my wings and fly!’
But that’s a crazy thought, humans can’t fly under their own power.
So, I sit here in my room, a unique but not odd shaped room, from the door comes one wall parallel, and another one perpendicular, all shaping up to a square room, with the exception of my closet, and a cut out space for my dresser across from my bed.
The walls are blue on three sides, and orange on the other, interesting, I chose those colors before I found my Favorite hockey team, OILERS Fan at heart I guess.
Now, as I lay my head down, thoughts drift through my head.
‘What if I were teleported to Equestria?’
‘Would I remain human, or become a pony?’
‘If I did go, I would prefer to stay human, but, if I had to become a pony, I would choose to become a Pegasus, they are the coolest, but mostly, I’d like to become a Pegasus to hang out with Rainbow Dash, the fastest flier in equestria!’
By this point my thoughts started to drift, and eventually after about twenty minutes of thinking, the last thought that went through my mind was.
‘I bet apple stock would go up if they put the original version of ‘The Last Roundup’ on iTunes’
After thinking back to what I was originally thinking about, and realizing I was now on a differently similar topic, I decided it was best to ‘try’ and get to sleep.
I pull my dog, Doodle, funny story as to the reason for his name, my brother was eight when he named him, I guess his breed was the reason for the name, a “Schnoddle” as their called, he was about nine, maybe ten at this point, his hair was a dark Carmel color, but it’s lightened up with age.
I am somehow managing to fall asleep, like many people, I don’t fall asleep very easily, a half hour to two hours is needed for me to finally fall asleep from the time I go to bed.
As I drift off to sleep on my twin size bed with blue sheets and blankets, the world seems to fade away all at once, and just like that, I’m asleep.
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Morning comes, I check my clock, 7:30am, as I start to get out of bed, I begin to realize something.
“Hold on, Mom would never let me sleep past seminary unless there was a good reason, like I was sick, or I had a Final exam to write.” I say out loud.
I check the clock on my white iPhone 4S, with a Vinyl Scratch Background.
Same time 7:30.
I check my white iPad 2, same story, I go to check my laptop, which I brought into my room for charging that night, same story.
Every device I have says 7:30, well, 7:31 now, but then, another thing catches my attention, my phone has no service, and my iPad and MacBook have no Wi-Fi.
“What the BUCK is going on here?” I say in frustration.
“Maybe the power went out, maybe there’s a problem with the towers, or maybe…” I pause at the last phrase, as I go to my curtain, push the blue divider curtain to the left, and pull the string on the brown Blinds to open them, and what I see next is a total surprise.
“WOAH!” I say as a flash of white comes from my window.
“Is it still winter here?” I say out-loud.
As I look around, I see something I never expected to see, a Hockey Arena, but it wasn’t the arena that was so unexpected, it was the fact that it was practically abandoned.
It was well maintained, but it showed that there hand’t been a team there for some time.
The only words that really remained on the building were “Ponyville Pond”.
“Ha, funny brain, now wake up for real” I say as I go to pick up one of my NERF guns, my Recon CS-6 that I painted black.
With none of the attachments on it, save the clip, it was a relatively small NERF gun, and I preferred it like that.
I notice that it’s cocked, I aim it at the grey carpeted ground and pull the trigger, sure enough, an orange Streamline dart shoot’s out of the small pistol, I then cock the gun half way, push the clip release, and check to see if any darts are left, sure enough, there are five remaining.
“If this doesn’t hurt, I’m dreaming, if I wake up when I pull the trigger, than I’m Currently dreaming, if I feel the dart, I’m awake.” I say out loud as I point the pistol at my temple.
“Three, Two, One.” I count down, and on ‘One’ I pull the trigger.
“Gah, that hurt!” I say, then, moments later, I realize the Gravity of my situation.
“I’m in equestria, okay, every Brony’s dream, I’m still human, my dream, and all my electronics are hear, well, I wonder if Dub-step exists here, if not, I’ve got a good library of music that will knock their socks off!” I say as I start to get lost in thought, then, one thing sticks in my mind. “How did I get here?”
I decide the best thing to do is to put on a clean pair of pants, a new shirt, and try to make some friends, well, if my information’s correct, there will be one who will be easy to become friends with, but the rest of the town, let’s just say, Zecora, and leave it at that.
As I finish putting on my clothes, I look at what I’m wearing, as it will have an impact on my first impression.
Okay, Black socks, check, blue Jeans, check, T-shirt, check, and hoodie, check.
My shirt is a simple red, long sleeve shirt, with the word “CANADA” written on it out of the signatures of the mens and women's 2010 Olympic Hockey teams on the front.
My Hoodie was navy blue, and had the word “NIKE” written on the front in white letters.
My jeans were simple, blue denim.
My socks were made of Cotten, and were black.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my shoes, weird, my shoes were never in my room, but, I suppose the fact that I’m in Equestria allows for some other inexplicable events to tie in.
I put my Grey and green NIKE shoes on, with the NIKE + iPod sensor still in it, then I see another unexpected anomaly, my Hockey gear, it’s not much, just some street hockey goalie pads, a white, SHER-WOOD ice hockey goalie stick, a Regular gray ice hockey stick, made by EASTON, some black Bauer Skates with white laces, and a dark blue Bauer Helmet.
On the equipment bag, where my blue street hockey pads were stored, was a note, Dear Sweet Celestia a note!
I pick it up and begin to read it.
Dear Thebronywithin, DJ Buzz, Leg0ipodtouch, Dallin, or what ever name you prefer to be called by.
It fills me with great joy and sorrow to have you to our world.
The world you lived in is now unattainable, I tried to send you back, but was only able to bring items form your world, hence why your hockey equipment and shoes are here.
I wish to inform you that, due to your apparent abilities, which I can only guess the existence of, based off your possessions, you will help to restart the hockey franchise in Ponyville.
Unfortunately, five seasons ago, the Golden Leafs had very little support, and the team was moved, they are now the Trottingham Golden Leafs, and I wish for Hockey to again be part of the lives of the Ponyvillians, you will help.
When the team moved, the players didn’t want to play for another city, so they quit the league, now, they wish they hand’t, because they no longer have games to look forward to, learn from, and grow from.
I wish for you to restart the Ponyville Hockey franchise with a team with your choice of name, logo, and official colors.
I hope you make some friends.
Your first friend in this new world
Princess Celestia.
“Wow, this is kind of crazy!” I mutter.
“First I find out that Equestria is real, then, I find out that the Fanfiction “Equestria Hockey League” by XFizzle, has at least some ground in the real Equestria, Then I find out that I have to RESTART the Ponyville Hockey Franchise? Holy Deity!” I say to no one in particular.
Then, A knock on the door.
As I make my way to my closed bedroom door, I stop short, and say.
“Who is it?”
No response.
“Hello? You knocked on my door, you could at least tell my your name!” I say in an upbeat tone, trying not to scare them off.
Still nothing.
“I’ll start, my name is Dallin Butts, but you can call me DJ, Buzz, or DJ Buzz.” I say out to them.
Nothing again.
“If you don’t tell me your name, I won’t open the door.” I say, hoping to catch their attention.
All of a sudden, a large number of voices come from outside the door, I look out my window, nothing, just white snow.
As the voices continued, I hear a voice, a very recognizable voice, it’s louder than the rest of the voices I hear.
“Quiet down! If one of us doesn’t say our names, then he, she, it, whatever, won’t open the door! Now let me handle this!” The voice says, just then, all the other voices Quiet down.
I hear steps coming towards my door, and the same voice says through the door.
“Hello, um, Dallin, was it?”
“Yes.”
“Hello Dallin, my name is Twilight Sparkle, a resident here in ponyville!” The now Identified voice says. “Now could you hold up your end of the deal and open up the door, please?”
“Okay” Not phased by the fact that I was talking to a pony, all the shock of the world was gone, replaced with pure Brony excitement.
As I open the door, I get the expected reaction, a large collective “GASP!” and I swear, at least one pony actually said “Gasp!”.
But one pony, a mint green colored pony with a slightly lighter mane, and a white streak through it, and a lyre on her flank, was just standing in pure awe.
For a moment, I can take in the sight of my new home, the ground is covered in snow, the buildings are all sand colored, with wood along the sides of some parts in a boxed “X” pattern for strength, the roofs are covered in snow, but I can see some hay poking out from under it.
The very pony who told me her name, had a purple color to her, a dark purple mane, with two side by side streaks of lighter shades of purple, and six stars on her flank, a big purple one, slightly lighter than her fur, and five smaller white stars surrounding it.
“What’s with the sudden quietness, you were all anxious a minuet ago!” an out-of-view voice says. “What is it, Princess Celestia's brother? Oh, my…” the owner of the voice says as she comes into view, she has cyan blue fur, a rainbow mane and tail, wings, and a cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt coming from the cloud on her flank, just as she finishes speaking, she sees me.
Dead silence
“Hello, I mean you no harm, and hope to make friends with some of you!” I say, trying to break the silence.
“To earn our trust, so that you can EAT us?” A southern sounding voice says.
“No, I would never eat a pony, the very thought of that makes me sick to my stomach, no, the only reason I want to make friends is because I want to BE friendly.” I respond, hoping to dash any fears they had of me.
“Hey, I have a question for you!” The Rainbow Maned Pegasus says to me.
“Go ahead.” I say, welcoming the question.
“Just what DO you eat?” Was the question, the very question I had prepared to break slowly to one pony at a time, and incase of emergency, hide details incase of a mass gathering like this.
I generally like steak, chicken, Hamburgers, Bacon, Hot Dogs, but none of those would go over well with the crowd, so, I improvise.
“Well, I like noodles, peanut butter, honey, bread, Cucumbers, Pears, Oranges, Bananas, lettuce, Spinach, and apples, I LOVE apples!” I wasn’t really lying, I did like all those things, and I put emphasis on the word ‘APPLES’ in hopes to win over a certain Earth Pony.
“Well, why didn’t you say so! We got loads of apples! Come on down to mah farm and you can try some!” The same southern voice from earlier says, as the owner of this voice walks up to me, with a big grin on her face.
‘I know all of their names, but it would be creepy if an ‘alien’ knew your name without you telling them, I’d be scared out of my wits if that happened.’ I think to myself. ‘I must treat this like I don’t know who these ponies are!’
“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met, what’s your name?” I ask.
“Oh, forgive me for not properly introducing mahslef, The names Applejack, it’s nice to meet someone who likes apples, ah grow apples if you haven’t heard.” She says to me, she’s got orange fur, with a blond mane and tail, tied into a pony tail, ha, PONY tail. (BA DUM TIS!), and an image of three apples on her flank.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Applejack, my name is Dallin, but most people don’t remember my name, or just pronounce it wrong, so, you can call mr DJ.” I Respond casually.
“My my, and modest too!” a voice of unidentifiable origin says, as the pony the voice is associated with comes out from behind Twilight, the new pony is white, with a royal purple curled mane and tail, and three diamonds on her flank.
“...and you might be?” I inquire of the new pony.
“Oh, do forgive me for the lousy introduction, my name is Rarity, and I must say, you look good in those clothes!” Rarity say to me. “but I’m sure I could make you FABULOUS!”
“Thank you, but their nothing special, just casual, everyday clothes.” I respond, hoping to keep her from examining my clothes in fine detail, while I’m still wearing them.
“You mean to say that you dress like this every day?” Rarity chimes, seemingly surprised that your clothes are not for special occasions.
“Yep, more or less, I have different shirts so it doesn’t get plain.” I say, hoping to change topics.
“Well, I guess that makes sense, but, every day? *Mumble*” Rarity starts to mumble to herself in a seemingly confused daze.
I start to wonder if I should console the poor mare, but before I can, Twilight begins talking to me.
“Well, I just have one simple question for you!” Twilight remarks. “How did you get here?”
“I don’t know”
“You don’t know?” She says. “are you sure?”
“I’m positive, don’t you think I would tell you if I knew?
But, there is something you may want to know, your Princess sent me a letter.” I mention to her, and with the last comment, she’s up in my face.
“Are you serious! That’s no small matter! I must know what she said!” Twilight pushed.
“HOLD ON, let me get it” I say as I push the mare out of my face, and walk into my room to get the letter.
“Here.” I say as I hand the letter off to her.
As she reads it, the only response I get is.
“Holy Celestia, she was bucking serious!”