"But... I Made You!"

by GeodesicDragon


Liquidfirest0rm

Walking out of the kitchen with a drink in my hand, I smacked the light switch, darkening the empty room. The familiar hiss of carbonation filled the air as I pulled the tab on the can of pop, opening it fully and taking a drink as I made my way back to my computer. Sitting down in my chair again, I set my can down and hit the 'play' on my laptop, music beginning to fill the air. Picking up my pencil, I returned to working on the half-finished sketch of my OC which lay on the desk in front of me.

A short time later, my concentration was broken by a crash coming from my bedroom, which caused me to jump and knock over the (now thankfully empty) can. Seeing my cats come running out of the bedroom, I figured they had been messing around inside and thus knocked something over. Again.

"Cats!" I yelled at them as I got up to go and assess the damage. As I reached the room, I flicked the light switch, showing me everything that was on my nightstand now scattered across the floor. Letting out a sigh, I got to work picking up the randomly large assortment of things that were scattered about.

Why do I even have this much stuff on here in the first place? I asked myself as I worked.

After a couple of minutes, I had everything back in its place and looked around to see if I had missed anything. Content that I had not, I turned and began to head out of the room again, but stopped and looked back at my nightstand again. Something seemed off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Then I realised my alarm clock was missing. Looking around again, I didn't see it anywhere, so I decided to check and see if it had fallen behind the table. Pulling it out a little so I could see behind it, I leaned over and looked. I didn't see it laying back there, but I did happen to see the cord for it leading under the bed.

"Of course," I muttered, putting the table back. I reached down and pulled on the cord, but it felt like it was stuck on something. I pulled harder but it still refused to move. Letting out another sigh, I got down on my hands and knees and lifted up the edge of the bedding so I could see what it had gotten caught on — only to be greeted by two huge golden eyes just a few inches from my face.

I screamed a few pitches higher than I'd ever admit to anyone and quickly scrambled backwards out of the room, never taking my eyes off of the bed. Reaching up, I grabbed onto the doorknob and slammed the door closed.

"What the heck was that?!" I asked to no one in particular. I quickly started looking around for anything I could use as a weapon, eventually settling on a broom that had been leaning against the wall because I had been too lazy to put it away.

Now armed, I put my ear against the door to see if I could hear anything coming from inside the room. Not hearing anything, I cracked the door open, just enough to see inside. Everything looked just like it had a few moments ago so I pushed the door open and slowly made my way inside — while holding the broom like a bat.

I crept closer to the edge of the bed, stopping a few feet from the edge, but nothing happened. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I took the broom and began poking it underneath the bed. On my fourth poke I hit something soft, but firm. Confused, I poked the same spot again, wondering what could be under there.

"Ow!" came a muffled voice from under the bed, as the broom was suddenly knocked away. I let go of the end I was holding and watched as it slid across the floor a few feet.

"Who's there?" I demanded, trying to look under the bed. I leaned down, thinking – for whatever reason – that doing so would somehow let me see through the bedding that was blocking my view. As I got on the floor, I heard a gasp.

"Uh... nopony. There's nopony here."

I grew frustrated — not immediately noticing that the voice had said 'nopony' instead of 'nobody.'

"Look, just get out of there and I won’t call the cops. I don’t know who you are, but just get out and I’ll forget this ever happened," I said, thinking it was just some kid who had broken in.

"O-okay. You promise not to hurt me?" The mystery voice asked.

"What? Why would I hurt you? I just want you out of my house so I can go back to my life," I replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. I should probably look into getting an alarm system.

Sounds of shuffling came from under the bed, and the edge of the bedsheets began to slowly lift up. I was prepared to see a lot of things — but the grey muzzle that poked out first was not anywhere on that list. The rest of the head poked out, looking up at me with a look of trepidation.

It was the head of an honest to goodness bat pony — a female by the looks of it. My brain decided that now would be a good time to tell me it had a vacation planned and would therefore be leaving immediately. We stood there, staring at each other as she finished climbing out from under my bed.

She stood there, rubbing one of her forelegs against the other one, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but standing in front of me at that moment. I shook my head, rubbing my hands over my face and trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Lowering my hands, I could see that she was still standing there, confirming that I was either dreaming or going insane.

Needless to say, I was hoping that it was the former.

"What... how... who..." I began to stutter, trying to form complete thoughts as I looked down at her. I reached across myself and pinched my arm as hard as I could. "OW!" I said, rubbing the spot I had just pinched, causing her to tilt her head quizzically at me. Well I definitely wasn’t dreaming — and that was entirely too adorable.

"What did you do that for?" she asked, looking at me like I was going crazy, which – at this point – I wasn't too sure about myself.

"I was checking to see if I was dreaming or not. Obviously I'm not, so I must be going crazy." I ran a hand through my hair, trying to sort things out mentally.

"O...K..." the bat pony replied, beginning to wonder if she was safe around this strange creature.

I let out a sigh. Even if she was the result of some part of my mind going rogue, there was no reason for me to be rude.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just... well..." I scratched my head, thinking of how I was possibly going to explain my concern about her presence. "This isn't going to make sense to you — but here, your entire world is all make believe to us."

She snorted, covering her mouth with a forehoof as she let out a giggle. "Yeah, okay, that makes total sense." she rolled her eyes, obviously not believing me.

I ran a hand down my face, letting out a groan of frustration. The mare began to look around my room, presumably taking in all of the strange sights. When I looked at her again, she had turned around so that I was looking at her side. My eyes went wide and a chill ran down my spine as I saw her cutie mark.

Seeing a pony from the show randomly appearing in my bedroom was all kinds of strange with tons of impossible thrown in.

Throw in the fact that this same pony was something that I had come up with, and things get real extremely quick.

"H-hey, your name wouldn't happen to be Ebony... would it?" I asked, a mix of nervousness and excitement. That got her attention, as she quickly turned back and faced me.

"How do you know that?" she demanded, glaring at me.

"Okay, this is just too weird. Come here, there's something I need to show you," I told her, making my way out of the room. She tilted her head questioningly but followed me nonetheless, figuring she would get more answers wherever I was going. I made my way quickly over to my desk, and pulled the half finished drawing off of it. Turning around, I held it out so she could see it.

"Look familiar?" I asked her. Ebony looked at the paper and her jaw dropped upon seeing a picture of herself in a place where, by her logic at least, it shouldn't be. Her wings twitched, the leathery appendages drawing my attention as she studied her picture.

"B-but... how?" she stuttered.

"I'm not sure." I sighed, flopping down into my chair and setting the drawing back on the desk. "I actually came up with the idea for you, your mother, your sister... and even your son. It was all part of a roleplay that I was a part of." I ran a hand through my hair. "I honestly had no idea that you would actually become a real pony... and that you'd end up in my house to boot."

"Do you know how to send me back?" Ebony asked, her eyes suddenly going wide with panic. "I can’t stay here, I have to go back!" She began to breathe heavily, her wings flaring out as she began to pace around my living room.

"Hey, hey, it's all right. Just calm down," I soothed, reaching out towards her. She quickly turned back towards me, which in turn made me pull my hand back.

"Calm down? Calm down?! How would you like it if you were suddenly torn away from your family and everything you know and dumped in some random creature's home without knowing if you can get back or not?" She snorted angrily as she finished her rant.

"Well... getting angry and panicking isn't going to help your problem either, is it?" I retorted.

Ebony stared at me for a few moments before letting out a sigh and relaxing her posture, her wings folding back up while she sat down. I kneeled down in front of her, making me eye level with her, and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Look, I'm sorry that you were brought here by... whatever it was that brought you here... against your will. If you do happen to get stuck here, I promise that I'll do everything I can for you." She looked up at me, her eyes watery, and she sniffled a little. I'll admit that it was a bit creepy to see something with eyes that big, but I pushed that thought out of my head.

"Thanks," she replied, rubbing a foreleg across her nose.

"Can I get you a drink or something to eat?" I asked her, trying to do something which would buy me time to think things through.

Ebony smiled and nodded. "Some juice would be nice."

I nodded back and stood up, making my way back into the kitchen. Pulling a glass out of the cabinet, I set it on the counter and stared at it for a few moments, thinking thought about what could happen if Ebony really was stuck here.

I couldn't keep her locked up in my house forever; she would eventually want to go out, out of curiosity if nothing else, and what would happen to her then?

I sighed again, not even wanting to travel on that train of thought. As I pulled the juice from the fridge and poured it, I hoped that she would be able to get back and we'd never have to find out.

Putting the juice back into the fridge, I picked up the cup and started to head back out when I stopped and mentally facepalmed.

How is she supposed to drink out of a cup?

Rummaging through one of the nearby drawers, I managed to find a random straw from some restaurant and added it to her drink. Making my way back into my bedroom, I saw her now sitting in my chair and staring at the computer monitor — upon which was a random picture of Twilight that I had been using as a reference.

"Here you go, I hope apple juice is all right," I told her, setting the glass on the desk in front of her. Ebony just nodded, leaning over and taking a sip. She looked back at me when she had finished.

"How did you get this picture of Twilight Sparkle?" she queried, motioning to the screen.

"Uh... Well, that’s pretty complicated," I said, not wanting to delve into a description of how computers worked. "This is a piece of technology that we've invented, which lets us share stuff between each other almost instantly. It's called a 'computer.'"

"Can you show me more?" she asked.

I nodded and grabbed a chair from the kitchen, sitting it down beside the desk as well. The next few hours went by with us browsing through pictures and videos that had been made. It was strange seeing her take all of it in her stride — though she found it odd that most of the pictures and videos lacked a lot of details that she was used to seeing, like the texture of their coats and other little things, like how the unicorn’s horns weren't sharp.

I explained to her about how we've never actually seen her world, so no one has an exact idea of what everything should look like. Therefore, the difference came from what different people's opinions are about how things should look.

Eventually it grew late and Ebony began to yawn. I offered her the couch to sleep on, an offer she gratefully accepted. Rummaging around in my utility room, I managed to find a spare pillow and some blankets which I brought back to her.

She got settled down and I decided to retire as well, not wanting to disturb her, and wanting to get plenty of rest for whatever tomorrow decided to throw at me. I looked back at her as I headed for my room; her head was only partially visible above the blanket and she had her eyes closed. The sight was adorable — though I quickly decided to leave before I ended up watching her the entire night like some creepy stalker.

The next morning I awoke rather early, having remembered the events of last night, and made my way out of my room to check on Ebony. But when I got to the living room, she was strangely absent. I checked all of the rooms, only to come up empty handed.

"Well, I guess she got home okay," I said with a sigh, flopping down on the couch. I was saddened a bit that she was gone — but at the same time, I was glad that she wasn't stuck here forever.

Looking down at the coffee table in front of me, I saw a rolled up piece of paper which I hadn't noticed earlier. I picked it up and unrolled it, immediately taking note of the elegant calligraphy that was scrawled onto the page.

Dear Human,

We thank thee for watching over our subject in her time of need. Whilst we find it disturbing that your kind can will ours into existence, we do not harbour any harsh feelings about it towards any of you. Miss Ebony hast explained the circumstances around it to us and explained that it was not entirely under thine control. She sends her thanks as well and apologises for not saying her farewell in person. We wish thou a long, prosperous life and thank thee again for keeping our subject safe.

HRH Princess Luna

I sat back, letting the letter fall onto the couch beside me. I sat there just staring at the wall, just letting my mind wander over all the things that I had learned in the past twenty-four hours. Creating something is one thing — but having that creation show up as a living, breathing being puts it on a whole new level. Looking over towards my desk, I noticed that there was now a picture of Princess Luna up on the monitor. Not only that, my drawing of Ebony was also nowhere to be found.

Rolling the note back up, I placed it in the drawer of my desk. A grin crossed my face as I sat there, staring at it for a few moments before closing the drawer again. The only thought running through my head at that point was that Equestria was real...

And I was the only one who knew about it.