Dante, Tyler, Uncle Andy, Mema, Alyssa, Whoever the heck is reading this;
We are not dead.
I don't know what you guys have been thinking for the last month but me and Kyler are NOT DEAD.
We are alive and perfectly healthy in a place that, frankly, would take a whole textbook to explain but I'm sure you've seen it on the news by the time you're reading this. So I'm just going to put this rather bluntly, we are where that jet came from.
Sadly, We can't get home like them two did. The two of them were a freak chance even if we could do it again... Let's just say that we can't return due to biological reasons and that the locals here are working their tails off to help us.
This next bit is for Dante and Alyssa, so please if you aren't them and you're reading this, please let them read this.
I'm sorry. I can only imagine what the two of you have been feeling, thinking that you lost Kyler. You two should never have had to deal with that again after Anna.
I know that this letter will more than likely reopen the wound and'll make your hearts mourn more, but don't regret. Kyler is happy and well here and he misses his Papi and momma as much, or possibly more, than I do. He's been a strong boy, far stronger than me in some circumstances; you guys would be proud of him.
I swear on our mother's grave that I will keep him safe. He is all the family that I have here and you know how much I care for family. You have my word as your brother that nothing will happen to him.
Aside from my own letter, Kyler has written one for y'all too. I will admit, his penmanship is surprisingly good considering present circumstances, though it is still as mediocre as you'd expect from a seven year old. Though I'm sure you guys will be able to read it.
Sadly, I must draw this letter to a close. There is so much that I want to tell you guys but I simply can't fit it in a single envelope. I'd need a shoe box or something bigger like a suitcase but there isn't room in the jet for that.
However, you guys may have noticed the photo…
That is us. I know how insane it may seem but that is me and Kyler. That is 100% authentic and is in no way, shape, or form, a forgery. He is standing on my back; that photo was taken a week after we arrived here. Don't mind the sour look though; I had a lot on my mind at the time.
As much as you may want to, keep the photo to yourselves. It would probably be best in the long run if you don't post it on Facebook or whatever is currently trendy back home.
I don't know how to end this so I'll just say this. I miss y'all and Kyler misses ya'll. Please don't forget about us for we haven't forgotten about you.
Christophe
I read over my letter I don't know how many times, scanning over every detail. The handwriting still looked like mine, if only a bit bigger; I don't want them to think that someone has decided to play a sick joke on them. The bits I had scratched out were utterly unreadable; telling them we couldn't breath oxygen was... a bit extreme so I decided to
leave that bit vague. Best for them to still have some hope that we could return.
There was so much that I wanted to tell them about: about Equestria, the Club, the nice folks I've met here; and countless more things. But I had to keep my letter brief; only what they needed to know. There was only so much room on the jet to go around. So keeping my stuff down to only a envelope seemed like the most logical course.
Even then, there was no hundred percent chance that this crazy stunt Cog and the folks down at The Barn would pull is even going to work. For one, Alexis might hear about this from someone and descend on the not so old geezer with the fury of a thousand angry Brits. Hell, the damn jet may not even be able to get up to supersonic speeds; Equestrian physics is already enough to make my head hurt, so who's to say it won't decide to throw us yet another middle finger. And even if Tony and Louis are able to get it to break the sound barrier and they are able to punch a hole back home, what's to say it'll even survive the journey back to Earth; it may come out somewhere over the Pacific or the Sahara or North Korea; then all our letters, the only chance we've even had of sending anything back to our friends and family to let them know we're okay would be gone.
I sighed, rubbing my eyes; damn it Chris, don't think like that! Negative Nancies get nowhere in life and you promised Kyler you'd try to stay positive after the last 'incident'. You gotta keep a stiff upper lip if only for him.
With another sigh, I folded my letter back up and quietly stuffed it in the envelope before putting in Kylers' as well. I would have opened it up and read it over but I had been there when he was writing it so I knew what he had written. He has a bit of a tendency to read aloud what he writes so I didn't even have to attempt to read over his shoulder or anything.
With both letters in the envelope, that only left the photo. I picked it up and just looked at it, the memories of those early days rushing back. It looked like an old Polaroid from one of Mema's old photo albums. I would have mistaken the picture for just some random one that got plucked from Earth if it wasn't for the occupants. Kyler stood on my back, his forelegs on my head as he beamed at the camera with the most cheekiest of little kid grins. I couldn't help but crack a smile at my own somewhat grumpy expression; I was not a happy camper for those first few weeks. Thankfully, that side of me had decided to withdraw after awhile due to Kyler and my new friends here.
I slipped the photo inside before quickly licking the thing and turning it over. Checking the address I'd written on the front to make sure I didn't screw it up, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Everything was ready to go; tomorrow, I'd fly down to The Barn and hand the thing over to the proper pony.
*DUN DA DA DUN DUN*
Well, Kyler’s back from wherever the heck he went with his friends. I gave the appropriate response knock on my desk, "come on in man." It was his idea that we have a secret knock despite the fact that literally every human here ought to know Shave and a Haircut.
The door behind me creaked open and I heard the clip-clopping of his hooves as he trotted inside before the door shut. "Hey, how's your day been with your friends?" I said, trying to put on a happier tone as my thoughts refused to leave what I'd written on the letter.
"You've been thinking about home again, haven't you Unk?"
Damn it, that kid can read me like an open book from just my voice too!? That kid is too smart to be just seven, or I'm just really damn easy to read... probably both. I nodded; turning about to face him, "yeah, I have; just finished writing my letter for them."
He gave me an understanding nod, "Unk, if you need somepony to talk to I'm here for you, your amigos are here for you. Heck, even old grumpy guss Ms. Alexis is here for you too."
"I know, I know; it's just that writing that reopened some old memories.”